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Hunter X Hunter: Heavens Children

That's why I love the Nen system. You can do really dumb stuff like decide "I want to base my powers off of Christmas" and then make it work.

Hunter X Hunter: Heavens Children

I hope you're all ready to read the stupidest Hatsu you've ever seen put to paper.

Kirche Meadow

Formal Name- Kirche Meadow

Informal or Preferred Name-
Kirche

Age-
19

Birth Place-
Meteor City

Birth Date-
12/25 (She claims)

Gender Or Preferred Pronoun-
Female

Height & Weight-
5’6”, 120 lbs.

Notable Physical Attributes-
Good Kid: Kirche was born looking like a “good kid”. This led to people being abnormally predisposed to trusting, liking, and to some extents even taking care of her. If not for this trait, she would likely have died on the streets of Meteor City before her life even began.

Impeccable Hearing: Kirche gained the ability to hear incredibly well growing up in Meteor City. Before you can see someone, the best way to detect them is through sound. This helped her to avoid conflict on the streets as she learned to listen well and pick out sounds that meant danger from ambient noise.

Athlete: Running, jumping, and climbing are important tools needed to escape danger if you find yourself in trouble. If her hearing failed, the ability to bail quickly was another important skill to master.

Nen

Discovery of Nen-
After taking the Hunter Exam and passing somewhat easily with the help of others, she managed to get a job that she was supremely underqualified for because the contractor had taken a liking to her. After an immense blunder on her part, almost getting some of the team killed, one of the hunters there reluctantly took Kirche under her wing and taught her about Nen.

Nen Type-
Conjurer

General Ability-
Due to learning very early in life, Kirche is competent in all basic and most advanced techniques. Her En, however, has never quite surpassed the bare minimum of a competent user, as she would much rather fly under the radar. Inversely, her Zetsu and In are incredibly well-honed.

Hatsu-
Present For You: Kirche reaches into her bag and produces a gift box roughly one cubic foot in dimension, offering it to someone and saying ‘present for you’! If they reject the gift, she may not offer them another for at least 24 hours. Kirche may not explain her ability to anyone or else she may never use Present For You again. She can, however, make very vague implications. Kirche may not offer herself a gift. If they accept the gift, then they must open it within the next hour or it will disappear. If it disappears in this way, Kirche may not offer them another gift for 24 hours. If the gift is opened within one hour, the contents of the box take shape. Shaking or listening to the box beforehand will yield no results. The shape that the gift takes reflects the expectations of the receiver, and the gift must fit inside the box. Like any conjured item, these gifts may have supernatural properties which depend on the current desires of the receiver. The gift disappears when more than five feet away from the recipient for over a minute. After disappearing in this way, Kirche may immediately offer the same person another gift. One person may only have a maximum of one gift at a time. The same gift may not be received by the same person more than once, although gifts similar to a previous gift may manifest. With all these limits and restrictions in place, every gift given has the chance to be an exceptionally potent item. However, this ability is based on how the recipient feels about Kirche. If they don’t expect anything special, they will not receive anything special, and their item will have only modest power. Like a pair of socks that make them go slightly faster.

Hand-Me-Downs: When a previously opened gift disappears, it is added to a list of possible Hand-Me-Downs. Once every 24 hours, Kirche may reach into her bag and retrieve an item on the list of Hand-Me-Downs at random. That item is then removed from the list of Hand-Me-Downs, and will disappear forever after 24 hours. If there is only a single item on the list, it will appear at roughly the power it was when first summoned. The power of the item increases immensely when there are many items on the list due to how incredibly random the quality of the item might be and how many more items were possible at the time of retrieval.

Weapons or Equipment-
A bag, large enough to produce a gift from.

Her Hunter’s License.

Trained Skills or Knowledge-
Pawn Star: While becoming proficient with Gyo has assisted her in identifying items made by Nen geniuses, she has an overall fantastic knowledge of what is and is not valuable which she learned over years of conversing with the local pawn shop owner in Meteor City. Being able to judge trash from art is often the difference between eating and not.

Chef de Cuisine: Learning to make your own meals is par for the course for any street rat, but after leaving Meteor City and improving her quality of living, she’s gained a lot of skill in the kitchen. Currently she is on par with a head chef at a nice restaurant, though not necessarily as good as a competent Gourmet Hunter.

Intellectual Persuasionist: A large part of her likability comes from her appearance, but she has further honed her persuasive abilities with her words and actions. She is excellent at getting her way, although some people certainly cannot be reasoned with. She excels especially at bargaining, befriending, and conflict avoidance.

Notable Scars or Physical Appearance Traits-
Underneath her usual maid outfit, much of her body is covered in old scars, proof of difficult lessons learned on the streets of Meteor City before she learned how to survive. She keeps most of them covered up as she doesn’t like to talk about it.

Notable Personality Traits/Personality-
Though seemingly kind, she has been somewhat hardened by her experiences in Meteor City. While most children that grew up on those streets learned to cope through violence, she learned to talk her way out of trouble and run away when she couldn’t. Her Hatsu “Present For You” is a manifestation of her reliance on others, and her need to make people fight for her instead of doing it herself. Her gift-giving started when she found that she could wrap up junk and give it to people, and her “good kid” looks would have them interpret it as the good will of a sweet orphan. Just like that, giving people any old junk got them on her side, and she could sic her new friends on those that wronged her.

Though she has grown as a person since then, trying to learn to treasure her bonds rather than use people, she still has a penchant for manipulation. Her desire to become truly close to others, however, manifests in her Hatsu “Hand-Me-Downs,” where the true depth of her bonds bear fruit. She’s usually outgoing and friendly with others, but has a lot of trouble talking about anything deep, especially in regards to herself. Because of this, it is easy for one to write her off as “fake” and “shallow”.

Past Affiliations or Experience-
Meteor City

The Hunter Association

The Bull Market

Notable Relations-
Old Man Yorki: The middle-aged man who runs Meteor City’s ‘Crater Pawn’. He was the first adult to extend his kindness to Kirche, who was abandoned by her parents when she was very little. He taught her a lot about identifying antiques and quality items, and always gave her a good price on her dumpster dives. While seemingly gruff and reluctant to help, his actions tell a very different story about his kind heart.

Marie Coarseblood: The Hunter who taught Kirche the basics of Nen. At first she despised Kirche for seemingly manipulating her way into a job at her low level of experience, but she quickly discovered that the contractor was simply a moron. Not wanting the kid or any of the other Hunters to die due to this incompetence, Marie had to train Kirche quickly and forcefully awoke her aura nodes. Due to her exceptional experience as a Hunter, this Initiation did not result in too many negative side effects, and by the end of the job Kirche was able to defend herself.

General History-
Kirche’s first memory is crying in front of Crater Pawn. She was three or four, and everything before that was exceedingly hazy. Old Man Yorki took her in for a while, grumbling as he fed her, and told her that she was racking up a tab. Not knowing where to go or what to do, Yorki told her to find ‘interesting junk’ and steer clear of street toughs. He showed her a few places she’d be unlikely to be bothered, and told her to get to work.

Kirche dove through garbage all day, and came back with bags full of things she thought were interesting. Her heart sank when the old man tossed most of the things she had found right back in the bin, but alighting on her final find, a small vase, a smile cracked through his otherwise grim visage.

“Is good. Good find, devochka. I will pay for this,” he growled, seemingly pleased.

From that point on, he taught her even more about how to spot valuable things. She began bringing back more stuff, and more of it was being accepted. She needed to expand her search, however, because leads were drying up. She began to look in more dangerous places, trying to avoid the violent ire of the average Meteor City street rat. She honed her abilities in speaking and conflict avoidance in this way, but it wouldn’t always work. Some days, she’d come home beaten and bloody, with no items to show for it. These were the worst days, but still Yorki offered her soup and a pat on the head.

“Can’t be avoided. Piz’duk sons of goats. We call it training day, da? Is no charge.”

Soon after she started getting beaten, she began giving presents to a few of the people who helped her out. She was a good kid, after all. Nothing expensive. Nothing she would ever bring to Yorki. But it’s the thought that counts, and it was enough to get people in the parts of town that she usually wandered on her side. When she was in trouble, she would call out, and soon have a small army to help her. She relished in watching her harassers be beaten. She enjoyed having others crush them into the dirt for her.

Eventually, she made enough money to pay back Yorki, and then some. She had gathered enough savings to begin her journey to become a Hunter, something that Yorki admired and said that he always wanted to do when he was younger. Hunters were loved. Hunters were famous. Hunters had benefits, and scarcely had to worry about money.

Hunters could go wherever they wanted.

She spent her last night in Meteor City examining the vase that she had brought Yorki on her first dive. She’d consulted many manuals over the years, wondering how much it was really worth, but all signs pointed to one thing:

“Is worthless. Da. But worth many for Kirche. You need confidence boost on that day. Objective value good! Books can teach. You make money. But… value of thing in heart? Is good too. You not forget true power of treasure.”

As she was leaving the next day, the people she had given junk to wrapped like a present all showed up with gifts of their own. Traveling supplies, food, clothes…

The junk was meant to manipulate them, but each of those people truly valued the trash she had given them. She left Meteor City in tears, wondering if she could be a better person.

During the Hunter Exam, she tried to rely on her own power, but it was obvious she was too weak to make it the whole way. In the end, she made alliances, stabbed a few people in the back, lied, cheated, and stole to get her license. She finally held it in her hand, but it felt undeserved. Though her victory was hollow, the benefits of the license were real. She was quickly offered a job by a man who had taken a liking to her, and unbeknownst to her, her “good kid” status had worked against her this time.

It was a long job: an expedition in the Republic of Padokea. They were to explore an immense forest and report their findings. Kirche, who could not use Nen, was hired muscle for the experienced biologists and cartographers. She came into contact with poachers in the area and, because she couldn’t hide her presence, she was followed back to camp where many Hunters were nearly killed. Kirche, herself, sustained serious bodily injury. Marie, an experienced Hunter, was outraged and demanded Kirche be taken off the job. Due to the nature of the work, however, this was impossible for the moment. Slowly Marie began to understand the truth of the situation, and reluctantly trained Kirche when she got better. The two parted on good terms, sharing an awkward laugh about their employer, but it was clear to Kirche that she couldn’t only rely on others. She had to become strong enough to back them up. She couldn’t backslide anymore like during the Hunter Exam. She had to be better.

Years later, after working mostly on basic and advanced techniques (and actually developing two Hatsu), she was making money in Yorknew City’s Bull Market by bargaining, buying low, and selling high. Though she was able to live somewhat comfortably, she was still wasting away in a stifling city. A Hunter, she thought, should never stay in one place for too long. It was then that she received a letter that seemed to promise the adventure that she was seeking.

Theme Song-
No One Together

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

I knew I recognized that smug from somewhere! It would be nice to (ostensibly) be on the same side this time.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Always have been, always will be. But sometimes I'm other things, too!

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

I may or may not have accidentally left this page up when I went to sleep last night. Anyways, I do like me some delinquent antics, so perhaps I'll come in a little later.

I, uh, like your Kaiji. Good show. Never ended up continuing onto the manga, though.

The Devil Hunter Agency

Hanako pouted a little. She had thought that her pop culture-laden speech would be super convincing, but Limen still wanted to work with... those two?

Hanako watched the fight for a moment, noting that the Humans were doing better than she had imagined they would be. The demons, being demons, were making speeches at them. Hanako remembered when she used to enjoy making a good bad guy speech, but watching other demons do it just made her think about how silly she had probably sounded.

Then again, Hanako had been through a goth phase just as recently as the '90s, so it wasn't like she was done making unfortunate decisions. No one could be allowed to find her dark poetry about how much she hated her dead dad. No one. She still hated her dead dad, though. That guy sucked.

"Yeah, OK, well I'll catch you up on however much pop culture you think you missed later. Because, like, I think if you got more of the references you'd totally be on my side," Hanako told Limen as she watched a countless series of feathers dart through the air, seeking out antagonistic devils to exorcise as the big guy leapt around crushing things. The demon bartender appeared to be opening, like, portals or something, and the girl (one she hadn't met) was mostly throwing knives.

"Ooh, very nice," she complimented the hunters in her best attempt at English which, while quite understandable, was very obviously not her first language, "very good, Humans! You can do it!"

She turned to Limen and shrugged.

"Fighting started to get boring a while ago," she said as she surreptitiously pulled the rocks that she could see into the ground, hoping to save a few like a squirrel for later as the demons got distracted by the fight, "I'm mostly here as support, not that it would be easy to get in the midst of that if I tried. Look at that mess! I'd probably get exorcised pretty quickly, and that's annoying. If only I had brought a good weapon, I might be able to help more... well, c'est la vie. Or, uh, mort."

The Devil Hunter Agency

Hanako watched Limen spontaneously assemble something like a gurney as he spoke. Whatever his ability was, it was definitely one of those weird crazy ones. A lot of demons favored weird, crazy powers over the more straightforward ones she often saw from DHA agents. Then again, Hanako's selling point was toilet-based teleportation so it wasn't like she could judge anything.

"Eh? Hey, Limmy-Limmy-Bo-Bimmy-Banana-Fanna-Fo-Fimmy-Fee-Fi-Fo-Fimmy-Limmy! Be careful with that one, I'm still playing with her," Hanako complained as Limen unceremoniously threw Da-Xia onto the cart. Whatever that contraption was, she couldn't sever any part of it with her telekinesis. She puffed out her cheeks as she floated alongside Limen towards the action.

"I've thought about joining the dark side, but I'm way too OP to be evil, Limewire. Like in those Isekai shows where the protagonist has what seems like a crappy power but they stretch the meaning until it's crazy dumb strong. I used to be a Human, so I want them to have a fighting chance. Besides..."

Hanako floated closer to Limen and threw in an over-indulgent conspiratorial glance left and right.

"A demon should know better than to trust a demon, and this Envoy lady stinks of 'things I'm not telling you'. How many demons do you think get an Envoy? What does that even mean anyways? My guess is, uh, you know Antediluvian vampires? From, like, VtM? I went through a goth thing. Anyways, once they wake up, they're gonna eat all the other vampires and absorb all their power. Something like that. My evidence for this assertion? None at all. And yet it's still equally as substantial as everything else we know about this whole thing. That said, Leapin' Limen, it's no fun if one side just curbstomps the other so I'm gonna try and prolong this thing until I can learn more."

She threw in at least twelve knowing winks to get her point across, and a set of finger guns.

The Devil Hunter Agency

"Ooohhh, that's disappointing," Hanako thought, flinching, as Da-Xia crashed into a tree which then proceeded to topple on top of her. The other DHA members, however, seemed unperturbed as they sallied forth. She supposed that they knew best, though she found it a little funny how much their companion's predicament didn't concern them in the slightest.

To be fair, however, the bugs had mostly left the area and gone to gather those rocks so the woman would probably be safe under the tree. Probably. Hanako pouted a little as Beniha called out, and stomped her little feet in midair, frustrated.

"I told you the dumb rocks called out to demons and even pointed you in the right direction! If you'd just followed m- you have a demon radar and you're not even lis- it's like you don't even trust me!" Hanako nagged as she floated along with the Hunters. It was getting continually darker, which she supposed was some demon with darkness powers or something, but it didn't particularly bother her. Nor did the barrier that Limen constructed, because she was 100% a spiritual being. In fact, she had no actual idea what was happening. All she knew was that it was dark one second, bright the next, and for some reason her smartphone couldn't go with her.

After a few moments of internal debate, she decided to go on ahead without her device. The sacrifices she made for the Human race. She force-bubbled her phone inside the barrier and floated outside of it. Hanako started into the trees where, to her surprise, she managed to spot Limen hiding or something. She gave him a friendly wave.

"Hey, Lemmy. That's your new nickname I just decided, but we'll workshop it if you'd like. What are you doing here? Petrology Enthusiasm Day? It's really kicking into full gear."

As much as she wanted to be useful to the DHA, and she totally did, she felt that the actual Devil Hunters were probably better equipped to fight the higher-level Devils that were doubtless collecting rocks as they spoke. But maybe they'd have an easier time if she distracted Limen, which was about as much as she could probably do. Well, that and stay behind to make sure Da-Xia didn't get eaten.

The Devil Hunter Agency

"Ah... what a positive reception," Hanako thought as she was summarily either ignored or glared at, "well, at least they didn't try exorcising me on sight. All-in-all a net positive. I was hoping at least one of them would pick up the Automata reference and run with it, but..."

An army of bug demons seemed to appear from the woods, and were on them in only a few moments of time. Not Hanako, though. She was certain they didn't find ghosts tasty or at all threatening, which was just fine with her because she preferred playing support anyways.

"Yaaay~ you slap those bugs, you big punchy guy, you," Hanako cheered as she erected small walls of kinetic force around the creatures' legs, tripping them up and making them more vulnerable and easy to hit. She flitted further towards the woods, and pointed towards an area deeper in.

"Hey, hey, I'm glad I could be on the receiving end of Mommy Beniha's famed glare of disgust, but the stones are over this way," she said, winking at her fellow agents, "and that's a really good job you're doing, Da-Xia. As a ghost that likes to scare people, you are terrifying the pee out of those Humans!"

She erected a few more rings of force between the bugs' claws and the next joint so that, even with their strength, they simply wouldn't have the leverage to make a strike without immense difficulty getting out of their binds. Dispatching their kind would be much faster with the ghost working interference. Whether or not she was even capable of doing anything on her own was up in the air, though if she was, she certainly didn't show it. She was playing with the DHA for now, but Hanako tended to keep a card or two up her sleeve. Better under-estimated than over.

"You can trust me for now, I promise! I wanna play demon hunter too!"

The Devil Hunter Agency

Hanako awoke to another unfamiliar room, another unfamiliar bed, and another unfamiliar woman. Such was the life of hardboiled detective Yamamoto. Except she wasn't a detective, nothing had happened, she didn't sleep, and she knew Da-Xia at least a little bit.

The reality, of course, was that it had been late, and Da-Xia had taken her to a hotel for reasons known only to the eccentric motorcyclist. For Hanako's part, she ordered a bunch of paid per view pro wrestling on her partner's tab and then played video games quietly in the corner of the room while the woman slept.

Da-Xia's attitude was somewhat worrisome to Hanako. Even a low-level ghost like her could probably kill a DHA agent if she was sleeping defenselessly. Maybe the woman had some contingencies that Hanako didn't know about. Maybe Da-Xia trusted her more than she let on. Maybe she was only pretending to sleep to gauge trustworthiness. Was that just a little insane? Yes. Was it something Hanako thought a DHA agent might do? Also yes.

Regardless, the motorcyclist rode off to her next mission in the morning and Hanako tagged along, deciding to play with the DHA for now. It seemed like it might be fun, and hey, free paid per view. Hanako peeked over Da-Xia's shoulder when they arrived, and the woman related all the information they had gathered.

"Glory to mankind," Hanako piped up, saluting as Da-Xia raised her lance in a heroic fashion.

"Ah... I'm just here for fun, by the way. But I could be useful as a sort of demon radar or something. Demons can hear the stones, if there are any nearby."