Rekaigan

World of Remnant

@Volenvradica I think @Kitsune needed their's reviewed too

World of Remnant

Mavi

Username: Rekaigan

"You shouldn’t follow others like a herd."
Name: Mavi
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: 5’6”, 125lbs, quite muscular despite his lean appearance. Has a huge claw scar on his back and cut scars around his torso. His clothes are quite tribal, being brown with white lines and quite thin. His necklace is a family heirloom, which glows every so often.

Color: Light Blue

Symbol: Two light blue feathers (Much like the ones he is wearing)

Semblance:
Aftershock: Self activated - After every swing (that makes contact with something), there is a slight pause before another wave of force launches out in the same spot. For Example, if Mavi smashes a Death Stalker Grimm on the head with his axe, another impact will crash down a few milliseconds after the initial hit. The aftershocks will always be as powerful as the initial impact.
Aftershock can also be used in conjunction with Dust. The delayed impact will be enhanced with a dust blast.

Weapon Name: Juggernaut

Weapon Appearance/Function:

Weapon (It's really big)

Type: Melee, Dust

Weapon Derivation: Great Axe/Poleaxe

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: The handle/shaft is retracted and it is slung onto his back in a diagonal fashion.

Form 1: The Axe doesn’t take on many forms, however the shaft is extendable to make it a poleaxe. At full length, it is around 5’7”. The shaft can detach into sections connected by chains. Thus giving it a whip-like aspect.

Personality: (optional)

History:
Mavi grew up in a small village near Vacuo, surviving the harsh desert climate and the Grimm that lived in the isolated areas. Mavi had been enrolled at Shade Academy, taking the Juggernaut with him as his chosen weapon. It was a weapon that had been bestowed upon him from the village chief and it was a great honor to represent his small tribal village in the Academy. Mavi was a student who excelled in combat and sometimes his studies. Despite the fact that his weapon didn’t transform like most of his classmate’s, he was quite formidable. Proving that fancy weapons weren’t everything.

During his third year at Shade, he received an urgent message. His tribe was being attacked by a large group of powerful Grimm. He pleaded with his teachers to let him go, but they refused, telling him it was too dangerous and possibly too late. The night after receiving the message, he ran away from the Academy, leaving his team behind. When he had made it to his village. It was decimated. There was no one left, but Grimm. In his rage, he slaughtered all the Grimm he could find. However he was overwhelmed as he tired himself out, his anger attracting more and more Grimm.

He was soon rescued by his team, along with a few teachers who had all realized where he went that night. He awoke in a hospital bed in the academy, only to be scolded by his teachers and his team. His anger spilled forth, accusing them of letting his village, his family, die. Saying that they never even tried to help when the Grimm attacked.

He left the academy after that, telling them that he would become a Huntsman in his own right and that they can “screw themselves with their values”. Over the years, he had been picking up contracts from other sources that were quite ‘unsavoury’. He soon had the nickname of “Guillotine”. Given to him by those who sought after him for his ‘deeds’.

мафия

It was the middle of Autumn, each coming day, the tree leaves browned and fell from their branches as the frigid wind swept past. It was raining tonight. The calm sound of droplets splashing onto the tiles of the balcony of a small apartment room. But there was nothing calm about the air that stilled in the room of a young man.

There were 4 men in the darkened apartment. Three wearing suits and one wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Two tall, broad shouldered, look-alikes stood beside a slightly shorter man. He looked very young. At least in his mid 20's. He looked like a mix between an Asian and a Caucasian. A half if you will. His thick black hair made his sharp, icy blue eyes stand out. The young man looked very calm, in contrast to the other young man who was backed up against a wall by the three other's sheer presence. "So, Mr.Stafford. Where is my money?" the blue-eyed man inquired with a slight smirk.

"I-I said I could get it to you by n-next month!" the blond responded in a panicked fashion. The man's smirk turned to a slight frown. "Cocaine is a very expensive commodity, my friend. And it looks like you've been using it rather than selling it." He paused as he slowly pulled out a silenced pistol from his inner jacket pocket, cocking the slide before pointing it at the blond man. "We're lucky that we didn't give you very much to sell. However we've already lost money trusting you with the trade. I'm sure this bullet is more valuable than your life right now."

Fear took hold of the cornered man, "P-Please! I-I-I beg you! I-I'll get you the money! I p-promise! Please don't kill me!" He panicked. It was natural. He was about to die after all. Stafford's thoughts ran wild, his life flashing before his eyes as his mind started to break down.

"Father's orders are absolute." he replied simply, his cold gaze piercing mercilessly into the fear stricken man.

Clack.....Thud.

A rather pitiful scene. Stafford's body slumped to the floor, the wall behind him painted with his blood. The blond's body lay still on the carpet as the blood ceaselessly poured from the hole in his skull.

He nodded to the two men that stood beside him as he put his pistol away. Their job was done. Onto the next one. And with that, they slowly made their way to the apartment door.

мафия

@Song Book

They Have Returned (Ebonfort)

Megumi let out an amused 'hmmph' at the bartender's response as she withdrew slightly, giving him a smirk. Not really what she expected but at the same time, she should've expected a response like that. Truth be told, she was quite annoyed at their attitude toward half-breeds and bestial races. It only bred more nonsensical hatred. "Quite an interesting place you got here.." She muttered under her breath as she accepted the ale. She would've preferred a cold glass of milk, but that would just raise questions about her. A grown woman ordering cold milk in a tavern. Laughable, but also suspicious. She gave the ale a deep gulp before putting the tankard back onto the counter. She noticed the napkin that the bartender had handed her. At first she thought of using it to wipe her mouth, but she noticed some writing. Instructions? She threw a glance at the man she now knew as, Larry. This could possibly get her killed, but it could also lead her to more information. This man had noticed her eyes, that much she knew. Perhaps he was trying to lure her into a trap.

But she didn't know if that really was the case. She wondered how many other half-breeds have tried to come in here and do the same thing that she had done. Probably not many considering the crowd. Megumi drank the rest of her ale, using the clean side of the napkin to wipe her mouth before scrunching it up into a ball. "Thanks Larry." she said simply as she made her way upstairs as the napkin had said.

She wasn't even half way up the stairs before she noticed someone following her. A Justicar. Perhaps by coincidence she was following her? When they reached the top of the stairs, the woman spoke to her, "I've not seen you here before. You from town?", to which Megumi replied with a similarly kind smile, "Oh no, I'm just a traveler.".. That rapier looked very nasty. Not something she'd want to go up against. The half-cat couldn't get away from the woman. She kept making small talk as if she wanted to stop Megumi from doing something or maybe she just wanted idle chit-chat. Whatever the reason, she was in the way. Doing anything other than talking would cause a scene though. The woman had introduced herself as 'Sammeh', "It's nice to meet you Sammeh, my name is Rahn." she responded, she made no pauses when mentioning her fake name, her response flowing as if it were actually her name. A lie nobody could contest or notice.

World of Remnant

Here we go!

Mavi

Username: Rekaigan

"You shouldn’t follow others like a herd."
Name: Mavi
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: 5’4”, 125lbs, quite muscular despite his lean appearance. Has a huge claw scar on his back and cut scars around his torso. His clothes are quite tribal, being brown with white lines and quite thin. His necklace is a family heirloom, which glows every so often.

Color: Light Blue

Symbol: Two light blue feathers (Much like the ones he is wearing)

Semblance:
Aftershock: Self activated - After every swing (that makes contact with something), there is a slight pause before another wave of force launches out in the same spot. For Example, if Mavi smashes a Death Stalker Grimm on the head with his axe, another impact will crash down a few milliseconds after the initial hit. The aftershocks will always be as powerful as the initial impact.
Aftershock can also be used in conjunction with Dust. The delayed impact will be enhanced with a dust blast.

Weapon Name: Juggernaut

Weapon Appearance/Function:

Weapon (It's really big)

Type: Melee, Dust

Weapon Derivation: Great Axe/Poleaxe

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: The handle/shaft is retracted and it is slung onto his back in a diagonal fashion.

Form 1: The Axe doesn’t take on any forms, however the shaft is extendable to make it a poleaxe. At full length, it is around 5’7”.

Personality: (optional)

History:
Mavi grew up in a small village near Vacuo, surviving the harsh desert climate and the Grimm that lived in the isolated areas. Mavi had been enrolled at Shade Academy, taking the Juggernaut with him as his chosen weapon. It was a weapon that had been bestowed upon him from the village chief and it was a great honor to represent his small tribal village in the Academy. Mavi was a student who excelled in combat and sometimes his studies. Despite the fact that his weapon didn’t transform like most of his classmate’s, he was quite formidable. Proving that fancy weapons weren’t everything.

During his third year at Shade, he received an urgent message. His tribe was being attacked by a large group of powerful Grimm. He pleaded with his teachers to let him go, but they refused, telling him it was too dangerous and possibly too late. The night after receiving the message, he ran away from the Academy, leaving his team behind. When he had made it to his village. It was decimated. There was no one left, but Grimm. In his rage, he slaughtered all the Grimm he could find. However he was overwhelmed as he tired himself out, his anger attracting more and more Grimm.

He was soon rescued by his team, along with a few teachers who had all realized where he went that night. He awoke in a hospital bed in the academy, only to be scolded by his teachers and his team. His anger spilled forth, accusing them of letting his village, his family, die. Saying that they never even tried to help when the Grimm attacked.

He left the academy after that, telling them that he would become a Huntsman in his own right and that they can “screw themselves with their values”. Over the years, he had been picking up contracts from other sources that were quite ‘unsavoury’. He soon had the nickname of “Guillotine”. Given to him by those who sought after him for his ‘deeds’.

World of Remnant

I'll write up a character soon then~

Eastern Fantasy

<Snipped quote by Ashifili>

Actually a good number of traditional youkai are harmless or even beneficial. Many serve as guardian spirits and have temples.

@IncredibleBee

That's if we were to stay completely true to Japanese tradition, which in this kind of rp I highly doubt that would go very well.

I do think @Narcotic Dollie's idea is good with the whole renegade antiguild thing. But those are always really weird to rp and I've seen many of them die quickly.

They Have Returned (Ebonfort)

@Twhirtley Eeh... I'll try write a response tonight

World of Remnant

Err is there still space in this RP?