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Cacophony Concord

Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
^{(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Equipment:
Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR.
White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces.
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

When Ames mentioned setting herself on fire, Mags gave a solemn nod. "If you were closer, I would have asked you to hold my hand and light me the fuck up."

Now that the worm oni were firmly dealt with, it was time to grab the loot and get the fuck out. Mags didn't really care about this set of loot. Her gear was already better or the stats they gave were negligible. After all, even though she was the only one with a enmity generator, the stat loss from losing her battlemask was massive. Well, she'd gain 50% of her HP back. The free stamina from the mask made all that life loss worth it.

"Let's get out of here and try to farm up an easier zone for 50. I'd rather not have to deal with... worms. Unlike you lot, I have to touch those things. Also, I need to hold a candlelight vigil for my shovel, may he rest in piece."

Mags looked at Raime and his lack of arm. She shrugged. There wasn't much she could say about Raime losing his arm. You know, besides the obvious lines. Calling him stumpy, using hand crossbows like 50 Copper and Ludi'drizz't, or that he reenacted 127 hours to become a laser cannon. The man was probably having enough trouble with coping that he couldn't currently use his bow.

However, she could easily rib Klein. With a quick yell, she told the wildman "nice flyin'!"

Right. There was Amulak. He was probably still pinned. Really, that's what he got for not dumping his points in strength. If there was one thing that Mags was good at, it was being a STR monkey. She began to use her ape powers for good. Off the rubble went, freeing the pinned warrior as she horked the rocks and debris carelessly behind her. At the same time, she was mumbling something about her boy being taken from her too young. She was tempted to just pull the man out of the rubble, but that'd probably result in his leg being torn off.

She wasn't about to give the party a second dismembered status effect.

Yet.

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 40
HP: 196/506 SP: 13/450 MP: 30/30
^{(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 156 (130) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 39 (29) + 10}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon
Equipment:
Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR.
White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces.
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

Well, she still had super human strength. Even though she lost the 40 strength juicer, she was still the strongest one out of the group. Well, onis excluded. She didn't exactly know how strong they were. Still, she ripped off a head and didn't get her head ripped off. Wait. It wasn't the time to think about things like this. She didn't exactly have the time to make a plan to avoid the worms. She wasn't about to sacrifice the pick to keep herself safe, either. There was a flying oni dropkick and she needed to deal with it.

With a deep breath, she took a daring leap towards the side of the dropkicking oni. Even if it glanced, she'd probably survive. What was important was that the oni didn't have the means to protect his upper body anymore. He wouldn't be able to avoid a sick guillotine drop used as a counter. But Mags wasn't done there. No, she instantly went into another blow after she landed. A magpie special thrown down at the oni's skull. If it was inaccurate and hard to hit, then all she needed to do was toss it out when the enemy couldn't dodge.

Regardless of if it hit or not, she shot up to her feet and ran again after these blows. She wasn't going to deal with those worms more than she had to.

She looked at the situation. Ames was pummeled. Amulak was pinned. Raime was about to get crushed. Then he got a gat and beamed one of the onis to high heaven.

Ames it was. Again. Really, the two were becoming some kind of bizarre duo at this point. Well, Raime's fault for getting a cool nucleus this time.

In an almost 5-head moment, she charged at the oni bear hugging Ames. From there, she went for a simple flurry of two hits from the power hour. Damage wasn't the intention. She learned pretty quickly that the oni didn't really notice the 20 blows of power from last time. No, this time, she used it for the knockback. It'd get Ames out. Maybe. She wasn't exactly sure. If there were worms at his breast, then they might be knocked away too. Either that or she'd just knock all the worms out of the oni and onto Ames. Only a comically non-existent depraved and sadistic designer would do that, right?

Akasha Agency

Roku

■ ■ ■ Age
18

■ ■ ■ Appearance
Roku is not the most masculine fellow. Rather, he's often mistaken as a woman. At a height of 5'5", he's well below the average of someone his age. It's difficult to notice his physique underneath the baggy clothing and aprons he wears. He has the physique of a martial lifestyle, although his physique isn't built. The most noticeable part of his body are his hands. Large, calloused, and scarred, they are a testament to his style of combat. Though, they're usually hidden by cooking mittens.

The most striking part of his appearance is his countenance. At all times, he's equipped with a soft smile and comforting expression. Though, he rarely blinks.

■ ■ ■ Personality
Roku could be described as a lackadaisical person. He has the sole passion of cooking, but even then it's something that's never went beyond home chef. After all, actual cooking is much too stressful for him. He's amiable to a fault, really. He's overtly agreeable towards others, choosing to not cause conflict with his peers above all else. Oddly enough, he's extraordinarily apathetic towards violence and doesn't really react to pain.

■ ■ ■ History
The boy's first memory was of his mother's cooking. Food was one of his only solaces in his life. The warmth of a meal and view of children's programming became routine,. Even though he couldn't remember his mother's face, he could still remember those meals that she made.

The boy's second memory was of the bullies at school. They struck him with trash and rods. Sure, he was different. It confused him why they disliked him enough to do such a thing. At first, he kept an eye out. It never worked. He didn't bother paying any mind after that. Eventually, he got used to avoiding the trash thrown at him.

The boy's third memory was of meeting his master. His master saw his rags on a cold winter day. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps it was genuine interest why the boy was still smiling. He invited the young boy to stay in his dojo. At least, only until it got warmer. To his surprise, the boy picked the lessons that the master's disciples were doing. The boy adapted fast. Rather quickly, he became a caretaker to the dojo and learned the muto-ryu between taking care of the dojo and his middle school obligations.

The boy's fourth memory was of his master's injury. It was only supposed to be a basic spar. A brief lapse of his master's concentration was all it took. A claw to his master's eye. Thankfully, inexperience lead to the blow being shallow. The master was left with a scar, but kept his vision. Rather than anger, the confused boy only received a laugh and a pat on the back. Maybe he could have held back a little, his master told him.

The boy remained dedicated to the martial way that his master offered. Between cooking, cleaning, and training, the boy had no complaints. Sure, he never went to high school. There wasn't much point in him going. His prior experience in schools hadn't really helped him. His master, however, wanted him to spread his wings.

And that led the boy to apply to the akasha agency. Maybe then he could use his talents for something more than housekeeping.

■ ■ ■ Fighter [Rank 3]
■ ■ Talents
<sup>Muto-ryu, predictive vision, hand and finger strength, mushin, zero-intent

Muto-ryu, analogous to its name, is a style of swordsmanship that does not rely on a blade. Rather, it is closer to a hand-to-hand martial art designed to catch and destroy the blades and bodies of their opponents through catches, pressure-point attacks, and damage to ligaments and joints. Practitioners of the muto-ryu get angry when people bring this fact up as they consider their school one of swordsmanship.

The other three talents that Roku possesses are closer to requirements of the style.

A practitioner needs to detect the fastest iaijutsu to survive. As such, they're trained to observe, analyze, and predict the entire mechanism behind motions rather than rely on experience and guesswork.

Hand and finger strength is a given; a practitioner must be able to catch and redirect a blade, arrow, or anything between to survive.

Mushin is defined as a flowing state of thought with no direction or intention. This makes Roku's actions and reactions almost autonomous. If he sees a situation where something would work, he'll be able to go for it without having to thinking about anything else.

A unique attribute of Roku, it's almost impossible to determine what he's thinking. He emits zero bloodlust or killing intent, no matter how violent he may be.</sup>

■ ■ Techniques
<sup>■ Strike of the Open Hand
Treating his entire arm like a spear, Roku strikes in a straightforward method using the tips of his fingers as the initial contact point. This strike is usually aimed at joints and pressure points in order to debilitate and otherwise disable his opponent. However, more experienced practitioners of the Muto-ryu, are able to shatter bone and puncture steel using brute force.

■ Gouging Talon
Like the swing of a blade, Roku swipes using his index and middle finger with such immense force that it is able to rend flesh. However, the ability isn't strong because of its ability to cut. Rather, its power comes from the speed of which a single swipe can happen. Combined with Roku's constant state of mushin, it's not uncommon for random cuts to appear in brief lapses of concentration.

■ Redirecting Force
Taking a position similar to an iai, Roku positions for a counter that meets his opponent's attack halfway. Rather than stopping the attack using brute force, this technique redirects the force into a spiral to quickly negate the attack. At this point, Roku can do additional actions, such as grabbing the attack with his finger tips or redirecting the blow past him.</sup>

■ ■ ■ Relationships
wahoo

■ ■ ■ Other
Maybe later.

Akasha Agency

Roku

Name
Hanaya Roku

Age
18

Appearance
Roku is not the most masculine fellow. Rather, he's often mistaken as a woman. At a height of 5'5", he's well below the average of someone his age. It's difficult to notice his physique underneath the baggy clothing and aprons he wears. He has the physique of a martial lifestyle, although his physique isn't built. The most noticeable part of his body are his hands. Large, calloused, and scarred, they are a testament to his style of combat. Though, they're usually hidden by cooking mittens.

The most striking part of his appearance is his countenance. At all times, he's equipped with a soft smile and comforting expression. Though, he rarely blinks.

Personality
Roku could be described as a lackadaisical person. He has the sole passion of cooking, but even then it's something that's never went beyond home chef. After all, actual cooking is much too stressful for him. He's amiable to a fault, really. He's overtly agreeable towards others, choosing to not cause conflict with his peers above all else. Oddly enough, he's extraordinarily apathetic towards violence and doesn't really react to pain.

History
The boy's first memory was of his mother's cooking. Food was one of his only solaces in his life. The warmth of a meal and view of children's programming became routine,. Even though he couldn't remember his mother's face, he could still remember those meals that she made.

The boy's second memory was of the bullies at school. They struck him with trash and rods. Sure, he was different. It confused him why they disliked him enough to do such a thing. At first, he kept an eye out. It never worked. He didn't bother paying any mind after that. Eventually, he got used to avoiding the trash thrown at him.

The boy's third memory was of meeting his master. His master saw his rags on a cold winter day. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps it was genuine interest why the boy was still smiling. He invited the young boy to stay in his dojo. At least, only until it got warmer. To his surprise, the boy picked the lessons that the master's disciples were doing. The boy adapted fast. Rather quickly, he became a caretaker to the dojo and learned the muto-ryu between taking care of the dojo and his middle school obligations.

The boy's fourth memory was of his master's injury. It was only supposed to be a basic spar. A brief lapse of his master's concentration was all it took. A claw to his master's eye. Thankfully, inexperience lead to the blow being shallow. The master was left with a scar, but kept his vision. Rather than anger, the confused boy only received a laugh and a pat on the back. Maybe he could have held back a little, his master told him.

The boy remained dedicated to the martial way that his master offered. Between cooking, cleaning, and training, the boy had no complaints. Sure, he never went to high school. There wasn't much point in him going. His prior experience in schools hadn't really helped him. His master, however, wanted him to spread his wings.

And that led the boy to apply to the akasha agency. Maybe then he could use his talents for something more than housekeeping.

Class Name
Fighter [Rank 3]

Talents
Muto-ryu, predictive vision, hand and finger strength, mushin, zero-intent

Muto-ryu, analogous to its name, is a style of swordsmanship that does not rely on a blade. Rather, it is closer to a hand-to-hand martial art designed to catch and destroy the blades and bodies of their opponents through catches, pressure-point attacks, and damage to ligaments and joints. Practitioners of the muto-ryu get angry when people bring this fact up as they consider their school one of swordsmanship.

The other three talents that Roku possesses are closer to requirements of the style.

A practitioner needs to detect the fastest iaijutsu to survive. As such, they're trained to observe, analyze, and predict the entire mechanism behind motions rather than rely on experience and guesswork.

Hand and finger strength is a given; a practitioner must be able to catch and redirect a blade, arrow, or anything between to survive.

Mushin is defined as a flowing state of thought with no direction or intention. This makes Roku's actions and reactions almost autonomous. If he sees a situation where something would work, he'll be able to go for it without having to thinking about anything else.

A unique attribute of Roku, it's almost impossible to determine what he's thinking. He emits zero bloodlust or killing intent, no matter how violent he may be.

Techniques
Strike of the Open Hand
Treating his entire arm like a spear, Roku strikes in a straightforward method using the tips of his fingers as the initial contact point. This strike is usually aimed at joints and pressure points in order to debilitate and otherwise disable his opponent. However, more experienced practitioners of the Muto-ryu, are able to shatter bone and puncture steel using brute force.

Gouging Talon
Like the swing of a blade, Roku swipes using his index and middle finger with such immense force that it is able to rend flesh. However, the ability isn't strong because of its ability to cut. Rather, its power comes from the speed of which a single swipe can happen. Combined with Roku's constant state of mushin, it's not uncommon for random cuts to appear in brief lapses of concentration.

Redirecting Force
Taking a position similar to an iai, Roku positions for a counter that meets his opponent's attack halfway. Rather than stopping the attack using brute force, this technique redirects the force into a spiral to quickly negate the attack. At this point, Roku can do additional actions, such as grabbing the attack with his finger tips or redirecting the blow past him.

Relationships
wahoo

Other
Anything else you can think of which isn't covered by this template.

The Wayfarer's Guild

^{@Moonshadow@Epsir@Psyker Landshark}

Her ear briefly twitched as she took her eyes off of the paper dog. What was this inscrutable feeling of an interesting magic being cast? An explosion came from inside of the room. Not loud or noticeable enough to cause serious harm to those inside, other than the poor person it was focused on. She briefly yelled at the other Wayfarer's inside of the room.

"I'm going to make sure Vera and the guard are okay!"

She pulled out numerous books from her directory tome, all bound different and titled with something self-explanatory. The Book of Book Destruction, The Book of Increased Weights, Housekeeping for Mages, Transportation of Tomes, and Paper and Preservation. However, these weren't the original prints of said books. No, these were all duplicates of what she had once written. The purpose was simple; they were disposable copies. These books formed an atypical loadout for combat.

Placing her hand on a page within the Transportation of Tomes, the six books she now had levitated beside her. Finally, she picked up the paper dog. Rather than letting it follow on the ground, she used the much more inaccurate method of holding it in her palm and feeling where it wanted to pull her. If the dog was pulling itself along the path that Vera was going, then the author may have already met with Vera. Either that or she was going in the exact wrong direction.

Well, she was ready for a fight either way!

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 40
HP: 76/506 SP: 153/450 MP: 30/30
^{(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 202 (130) + 45 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 39 (29) + 10}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon
Equipment:
Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR.
White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces.
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

Well, she managed to get away from the oni. Turns out, they weren't quite as fast on their stumps as they were as their legs. She managed to make enough space to live, at least. Her health was low enough that making any sort of risky play was dangerous. It didn't help that the worms inhabited corpses. Having a possessed corpse Mags running down the rest of her allies was unlikely to help anything, so a suicide play was less apropos. That was, however, if her corpse lingered instead of being digitized. It wasn't exactly something she was willing to test right now.

So instead of ruining another tool, she just picked up some rocks to hork at the spin kicking oni. She wasn't going to lose her pickaxe. Not yet, anyways.

She would hold a funeral for her shovel at some point.

The Devil Hunter Agency

With glowing blade, Beniha cleaved bug after bug that came after her. This wasn't some kind of simple feasting. That's what her instincts told her. No, their movement was too organized for something as simple as that. There had to be something here. Something they were looking for.

With the sudden flight of Da-Xia and encroaching darkness, her suspicions could only be confirmed. This was too big for a simple hunt. Thankfully, the survivors had already fled thanks to Da-Xia's... personality. They had some breathing room to figure out what was going on and stop it, at least.

"Change in plans. Kaze, we're following the bugs." She ordered him. With one final swing cleaving an insect in half, her blade split into the feathers that once constructed it. Violently, they spun around her in a burning feather tornado as she sprinted at where the bugs were moving. They'd brutally cut anything that got too close.

The Wayfarer's Guild

^{@Moonshadow@Epsir@Psyker Landshark}

After Sheri noted her sudden inspiration, she tossed the notepad back into the silver tome. She took the papers from the guard, giving a short bow in response.

"Thank you thank you."

After fumbling around some more, she finally pulled out a small book bound in an aged blue leather.

"Here we are, Magical Peer Review. If I remember right, the spell should be about... here. Find Author."

After placing both books on the ground, she placed one of the threatening notes on the open pages of Magical Peer Review. Though, this magic did have some prerequisites. Fold after fold, she turned the threatening notes into a much less threatening form; a mixture of folds, crumples, and bends contorted the paper into the form of a dog. Once in said form, the symbols on the tome began to spread onto the paper dog. It seemed to give the paper life, albeit a simpler form that consisted of disjointed movements and slides. Soon, it began to slide towards whomever the author was.

Very slowly.

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 40
HP: 76/506 SP: 153/450 MP: 30/30
^{(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 202 (130) + 45 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 39 (29) + 10}

Inspect

^{Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali
Weapons
Pickaxe - Uncommon
Shovel - Uncommon
Equipment:
Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR.
White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces.
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
Accessories:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR}

Mags was essentially at death's door right now. One bad hit and she'd crumble like a piece of toast. If only one of them picked healer. She would probably be able to live longer. Having the great idea of entering a fight with half health didn't help. However, her dangerous mind resulted in something besides the approach of death:

More power.

With her battlemask entering its inanimate frenzy, power coursed through Mags veins. This wasn't any ordinary strength boost; this was a 30% juicer. This wasn't the time for her gamer panic. She had to calm herself. Just a game. That's all it was. She just had to pretend she was one of those freaks with a pet leech. With the immense strength her body possessed, she flicked her hands and hair, a powerful motion to remove any stuck worms.

"Fuck worms." Her rant began. "Fuck the swamp." Her hands reached for the shovel she carried with her. Always on her, but never used. "And fuck you!" With shovel in hand and a stomp on the ground, her position was cemented. The fetid, swampy ground surrounding her had been replaced by a square sandstone platform. Bright ocean water displaced the muck that once covered the ground.

With a great swing, she intended to meet the oni's arm halfway. Only a shovel was standing between a missile of worm meat and her skull.

Living Life as a Monster doesn't Sound that Bad - Another Isekai RP

What, did you leverage a connection or something? Just for a dunk meme?

@ERode

getting called an artist puts unrealistic expectations on me when I just shitpost and play jackbox