Near the bow of the ship sat an imposing figure wreathed in mystery. Most people hadn't seen an Oni before, in fact even the name was becoming little more than myth. However there one sat, the smell of kizami almost as thick as the clouds that surrounded his figure. As it stood, the Oni did not know much about this invitation, only that it asked for his presence. Having fulfilled a couple weeks stay in a mountain cave the lap of water and the lull of the rocking ship was a welcome change of pace. It didn't help the stares though, people always gave him the most peculiar ones when they walked by. In the end it was of little relevance and with a new pinch of kizami in his Kiseru before igniting it with a spark of Chi, taking a deep drag before exhaling slowly as Hokori sat in contemplative silence.
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I do.
All right, I don't really have an excuse but I've just been putting this off for other things. My bad, I'll get something up later.
Whelp, I'm finally done.
Name: Hokori
Age: 251
Race: Oni
Appearance:
School: Sleeping Dragon/Awoken Heart
Fighting Style: The Sleeping Dragon teaches one to attack with deliberate and powerful strikes, cutting through man and machine like a wire through clay. The Awoken Heart focuses on an Oni's immense magical abilities, harnessing their Chi and empowering their Oni's body. Hokori uses a technique similar to Xing Yi Quan for his attacks.
Weaknesses: The Sleeping Dragon's fault comes in its lack of range, needing to be close to any good. Awoken Heart is reliant on Hokori's pool of available Chi, prolonged battles will weaken him.
Weapons: A katana forged by the Smiths Under the Mountain. Its blade glows with internal fire and sings as it cleaves through the air.
History: Hokori has never wanted anything more from life besides tobacco, alcohol, and a place to call home. At first he had none, instead he traveled the world in search of these things. His search brought him into contact with many people of many walks of life. The one that would become the most important would come at his fiftieth year on this land. His name was Hokori and he was a warrior.
At the beginning the two fought, but somehow during the battle a friendship blossomed and the two traveled together for several decades before Hokori the Swordsman decided to go home. Throughout their many years of friendship Hokori taught the Oni all he knew before his death, he was eighty one years old. On his death, the Oni took up his name and his duty as defender of the hidden Village.
And so it went, generation after generation Hokori stood vigil over the village until one day everything just disappeared in a landslide. The Mountain had betrayed them. Afterwards Hokori watched over the survivors until the elements, bandits, or beasts took them too. This period of his life left Hokori in a deep depression as he felt like he had failed his old friend. It took twenty years but Hokori accepted the tragedy as it was and came out stronger than he ever could without it.
Struck with wanderlust yet again, Hokori has spent the last decade traveling the lands once again in search of new purpose, alcohol, and tobacco.
My relation to...Seikatsu
Hokori has seen the young man fight before and wishes him the best for whatever life can throw his way.
Age: 251
Race: Oni
Appearance:
School: Sleeping Dragon/Awoken Heart
Fighting Style: The Sleeping Dragon teaches one to attack with deliberate and powerful strikes, cutting through man and machine like a wire through clay. The Awoken Heart focuses on an Oni's immense magical abilities, harnessing their Chi and empowering their Oni's body. Hokori uses a technique similar to Xing Yi Quan for his attacks.
Weaknesses: The Sleeping Dragon's fault comes in its lack of range, needing to be close to any good. Awoken Heart is reliant on Hokori's pool of available Chi, prolonged battles will weaken him.
Weapons: A katana forged by the Smiths Under the Mountain. Its blade glows with internal fire and sings as it cleaves through the air.
History: Hokori has never wanted anything more from life besides tobacco, alcohol, and a place to call home. At first he had none, instead he traveled the world in search of these things. His search brought him into contact with many people of many walks of life. The one that would become the most important would come at his fiftieth year on this land. His name was Hokori and he was a warrior.
At the beginning the two fought, but somehow during the battle a friendship blossomed and the two traveled together for several decades before Hokori the Swordsman decided to go home. Throughout their many years of friendship Hokori taught the Oni all he knew before his death, he was eighty one years old. On his death, the Oni took up his name and his duty as defender of the hidden Village.
And so it went, generation after generation Hokori stood vigil over the village until one day everything just disappeared in a landslide. The Mountain had betrayed them. Afterwards Hokori watched over the survivors until the elements, bandits, or beasts took them too. This period of his life left Hokori in a deep depression as he felt like he had failed his old friend. It took twenty years but Hokori accepted the tragedy as it was and came out stronger than he ever could without it.
Struck with wanderlust yet again, Hokori has spent the last decade traveling the lands once again in search of new purpose, alcohol, and tobacco.
My relation to...Seikatsu
Hokori has seen the young man fight before and wishes him the best for whatever life can throw his way.
Big WIP
Name: Kreig
Age: 40
Race: Gear men, gnomish automata that has gained sentience.
School: Gun Kata
Fighting Style:
Weaknesses: Lacks
Weapons:
History:
Name: Kreig
Age: 40
Race: Gear men, gnomish automata that has gained sentience.
School: Gun Kata
Fighting Style:
Weaknesses: Lacks
Weapons:
History:
In his unconsciousness David floated in a void. Every now and again he'd see something flash before him like a festering wound with jagged teeth or a dodecahedron with eyes and the screams of many but none. This nightmare was fairly tame in the grand scheme of things, alcohol and experience having blunted the cut of the long sleep.
Speaking of sleep, it was time to awaken. The damp dirtiness of a random alley was something David had awoken in more times than he would like to admit but there was something more to it than a hangover, this hole place was wrong. He could feel it in the air, beyond the invading stench of fish and garbage there was something worse. This is a dangerous place.
Quickly he pulled himself together, pushing the headache towards the back of his mind. So, his notebook got a little wet between before unconsciousness and now but everything else was unaffected. Which brought him to the book. It was old, that much was for sure, and bound leather although he did not know which kind. A nagging thought gnawed at him, telling him that it was human hide that held these secrets together. However David would ignore the gnaw, instead focusing on his surroundings as he gently put the odd book away.
Taking everything around him, David concluded that he was in a rough spot. Not a lot of options in his current state, which left the bird....thing. The third eye didn't Mitch bother him as the spark of something more behind its eye, digging through all his knowledge of the occult David true to get the bird to do anything besides cackle.
Speaking of sleep, it was time to awaken. The damp dirtiness of a random alley was something David had awoken in more times than he would like to admit but there was something more to it than a hangover, this hole place was wrong. He could feel it in the air, beyond the invading stench of fish and garbage there was something worse. This is a dangerous place.
Quickly he pulled himself together, pushing the headache towards the back of his mind. So, his notebook got a little wet between before unconsciousness and now but everything else was unaffected. Which brought him to the book. It was old, that much was for sure, and bound leather although he did not know which kind. A nagging thought gnawed at him, telling him that it was human hide that held these secrets together. However David would ignore the gnaw, instead focusing on his surroundings as he gently put the odd book away.
Taking everything around him, David concluded that he was in a rough spot. Not a lot of options in his current state, which left the bird....thing. The third eye didn't Mitch bother him as the spark of something more behind its eye, digging through all his knowledge of the occult David true to get the bird to do anything besides cackle.
I'm interested but I can't guarantee full application yet, I'll keep en eye on this nonetheless.
Name: David Cohen
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Profile: An odd man, David has been investigating the occult since he was a teenager. At first it was innocent fun, dig here and look there, chase a lead for every drop it was worth before moving on. However as he went deeper and deeper into the world he began to find certain truths, not the whole truths or even a quarter of them but that did not stop the gnawing at his conscience. He took to drink easily enough, a coping tool that worked only slightly. His youthful enthusiasm is gone, all David wants now is the truth.
Avoidance: B
Discovery: B
Insight: A
Appearance: E
Ferocity: E
Madness: C
Skill: ETalents
-Reading
-Writing
-Cooking
-Observing
-Running
Mysterious Brand
Items
-A strange book grabbed in a hurry, the words don't always make sense and you are sure that it feels...hungry
-A new journal, it even has that new book smell
-A Zippo lighter, newly refueled before this nightmare began
-A now empty flask, you can still smell the whiskey that was once within
-An tin cigarette case, at least half a dozen cancer sticks are left
-Bandages
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