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I'm still God.

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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

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Really good hidden, but what justifies him being in a team rather than staying in the village giving out buffs? Like you said he's supportive but not in a traditional sense, he literally doesn't do anything other than majutsu. If I were your opponent, I'd focus on getting you first - kill you, get rid of the annoying buffs (which are REALLY REALLY well thought out I think and pretty original) and kill the team who is now 1 man down.

If you wanna play him like this, relying on the team, that's absolutely 100% fine but I'm just warning you that he doesn't seem to have any proper defense or offense other than ninja tools.
Go ahead man, just so you have it ready if we do reboot.
Still accepting. I'm thinking we might need a reboot, though.
+ Bio Format +

Name: Atami Yotuka
Age: 18.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Valentin is 6''2, and is fairly average in build except for his somewhat muscular shoulders and back. His dark brown hair is pulled back and sometimes tied down, with almost completely shaven sides. His eyes are brown in color, though some prefer the term 'hazel'. His eyes always seem to be in a semi-aggressive state, but at the same time friendly as well. He wears a dark grey, loose flowing A-shirt, and sometimes a dark blue jacket over it. Underneath he wears army-camoflaged cargopants with multiple pockets. The outfit is finished by his white sneakers, which he maintains very well so they are still as white as the day he got them.



Hometown: Ward.
Personality: Atami is a relatively calm guy - prefers to let his actions speak over his words so he is besides calm, also somewhat quiet. He believes firmly that anyone that wants to know his opinion, or wants to ask him something, will ask him and not expect him to tell himself. His actions over words mindset also leads him to question everything - a simple statement might just lead to some critical thinking on Atami's part about whether or not this person is speaking the truth. He isn't neccesarily aggressive but does love a good fight. He will fight for many things - ranging from more idealistic things such as his beliefs, a strong bond with a person or justice, but will also just fight because they want to train, to have some fun or to relax. He believes there's a difference between a fight and fighting, namely that the former can be anything from a training match to full blown killing, where as the fighting is about anything to do with war and death.
Relic Description Atami's relic takes form of a linnen wrap on his upper right arm, with a stone embedded in it.
Starting Natrelmon: Eletta and Mythin.
Starting Spell Schools: Pyromancy and abjuration.
History: Atami spent most of his days in Ward practicing his fighting skills in spear fighting as this was the weapon that worked the best for him. As a secondary training he spent some time using a flail, so he now has adequare skills with both those weapons. Atami's family was always afraid of a repetition of the East-West war, so they made damn sure Atami was atleast ready to defend himself. That aside Atami was also quite willing to to serve the city if he must - unconventional weapons were just as useful as conventional guns, he thought.

But, after some time, he turned his eyes to the horizon instead and decided that he could serve in other ways - serve everyone. Travelling and fighting seemed like a proper way to make a living to Atami. So that's what he did, and that's what lead to him arriving in Toran.
Professions: Tamer and scholar.
Noteworthy Skills: Survival skills due to some travelling around the world. Pretty good in combat, favoriting the spear and second the flail. Can handle other weapons but only average at them.

+ Atami +

+ Party Natrelmon +
1) Eletta - Male - 10 - 965
2) Mythari - Female - 15 - 3250

Money: 27,500 N

Spell Schools:
- Rank 3 Pyromancy - 1500
- Rank 3 Abjuration - 1500

Gifts:
-Astral Projection.

Items
- Library Tome - ???
- Library Tome - Knowledge of Bei-Fong

Profession:
- Rank I Tamer - 0
- Rank V Scholar - 4600

Information:
- None.
Iokai Tsukya, the warehouse. Aproximately 1 AM.

The only light helping Iokai in the darkness was the moonlight, which shone through the skylights onto the area around him. As silently as he could he'd rummage through the boxes, trying to find what the Swindlers were hiding in this giant warehouse. Those thieves must be hiding something good here, now the only problem was finding it. When all he found in the box was scrap electronics that weren't worth a dime, he let out a curse. “Chikushō...” The real treasure must be somewhere here, but Iokai was losing motivation to find it more and more.

He took the moment of quiet to collect his thoughts as he noticed he was getting annoyed by the lack of good stuff in here. A cigarette escaped his packet and he lit it up, inhaling the smoke and putting his thoughts back in a good order. Being under the assumption that he was alone in the warehouse, he started talking to himself in Japanese. “If I were a Swindler.. where would I hide my stuff.” Iokai pulled the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the floor, stepping on it as he walked away to another big crate. A few quick glances showed him that he probably couldn't open this without help.. however he did notice a crowbar hanging from a wall somewhere nearby. A quick trip back and forth, and the crate was already being pried open with the crowbar. The sounds however, were loud enough to be heard the next block over. And if that wasn't enough, Iokai made sure to add to it. “Yattaa!” he said, loudly, as he noticed the contents of the opened crates. Fake watches and phones! Yeah they were fake, but they sold for good money. He pocketed a few of them, before starting to stash the rest in his bag. See, he knew the Swindlers had some stuff here.. maybe now the Hanamoto's would finally give him the promotion he deserved!

Minamoro and Yokuzin, the Akachōchin [red lantern], in a busy street. Aproximately 1.30 AM.



The small establishment with the paper sliding doors wasn't the only drinking-place still open at this time, as many bussinessmen and people that were just done with work or having a fun night out with friends were coming to the Red Lantern - a small establishment that featured 6 low tables with firepits in the center of them, all fit for a company of 10 people. The bar was similarily small - 3 people was enough to man it constantly and these people also took care of the tables.

However, in the back of the establishment, Minamoro and Yokuzin were sitting around a higher table, discussing some matters. The staff shuffled around, preparing light meals to go with the drinks. Some Yakuza small-time soldiers were standing around, doing nothing - drinking, smoking, having a laugh, flirting with a waitress who just got done with her shift.

But Minamoro and Yokuzin were having none of this cheery, happy stuff. They were chatting in Japanese, seemingly calm and friendly but if anyone cared to listen in they would realize the discussion was actually quite heated. “We need to find a way to get guns ourselves, these idiots from that stinking biker hole have been selling them to us for a way too high price. They are lucky we cannot get them elsewhere.. import from Japan would make no sense though and they are our only contacts here. We should shoot those biker shits with their own guns..” Yokuzin said, his aggressive tendencies showing lightly. But his father waved the comments away. He looked at the walls - decorated with ancient Japanese weaponry. “I'd prefer to not use guns at all - remember the Yakuza codes. We are not allowed to let anyone suffer. If you have to fight someone, DO AS I SAID. Use your fists, you idiot. We should only use guns when we really HAVE to get rid of someone, or if people start firing on us!” Yokuzin obviously had troubles maintaining a calm atmosphere. He bit his lip while he calmed down. “We'll see. We'll see when they come rolling down to the Akachōchin and kill everyone inside. We'll see you run outside and beat them up, right pap?”

Minamoro had had enough and stood up, punching his fist into the table as he rose. The others got the message because Yokuzin stood up as well, smashing his knuckles down into the table too. They hurried out the backdoor, leaving the room to just Yokuzin and Minamoro. The only thing breaking the silence was the hushed laughter in the front room where the drunkards were having a good time. “Nobody. NOBODY! In this fucking town will touch my establishment, OR MY FAMILY.” Yokuzin grinned and looked at the old man in a cocky manner. “Yeah. Nobody but the MEN WITH THE GUNS.” By now, the yelling got so loud that even the front room got silent, and slowly cleared out, people leaving one by one. The last one to leave was Yokuzin, unless you count the full glass of saké that was thrown after him, narrowly missing it's target and then rolling down the street. Yokuzin was headed for his home - a small appartment in a small appartmentcomplex, that was surprisingly nice looking.
You seem awfully enthusiastic about this idea and therefore I can only say it must be pretty good, right?
Alright, cool.
I wanted to incorporate someone else's CS into it a bit to give it a more integrated feeling, not sure if it worked.
Onaburu-kai



The Family
Minamoro




Yokuzin




Iokai




I might add some more members later, but I'm not sure. Is this good enough?
Enalais said
Yay it's time to with Partisan. See Whirl I'm clever.


That was absolutely terrible. I laughed but it was terrible. :P
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