Rekaigan

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

Plenty of people to supply guns to~ (Also changed pictures on my CS. Original Image was much too old looking')

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

宮本

^{Azusa often wears a plain t-shirt underneath a black, white-lined hoodie, a short black skirt with a pair of black tights, and a pair running shoes.
"Judge a book by it's cover and you might get a bullet through yours."}

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Name.

Miyamoto Azusa

Aliases.

MiyaMiya. ^{A disgustingly cutesy version of her surname.}
Akuma. ^{Due to her personality.. Or is it just because it sounds like 'Azusa'?}
銃器の王女. ^{'Jūki no ōjo', literally meaning 'Princess of Firearms.' Idiotic.}

Sex.

Woman

Age.

23

Occupation.

Arms Dealer
Part-time Hitman

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Height.

5'5"

Weight.

125 lbs

Body type.

Athletic, slender. Not visibly muscular, lacking in feminine proportions.

Strengths.

◽ Agile
◽ Resourceful
◽ Pragmatic

Weaknesses.

◽ Grudge holder
◽ Flustered easily
◽ Money Driven

Skills.

◽ Firearms
◽ Parkour
◽ Money handling
◽ Acoustic Guitar
◽ Drinking
◽ Drunk Fighting
◽ Target Shooting

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Personality.

With a nickname like 'Akuma', you'd expect her to be extremely merciless and downright evil. That would be half right. While she is merciless toward those who oppose her, she merely chooses to do things that benefit her or whoever her partner maybe. Often taking a neutral stance on things that don't involve her.

Some tend to describe her as 'greedy' and 'selfish'.. They'd be correct. Especially when it comes down to money. Azusa also has some sort of superiority complex that makes her think that she's better than almost everyone, thus she hardly trusts anyone that she meets thinking that she could probably do anything better than them. However such things are easy to work through, it just takes a little bit of proof.

Backstory.

Interestingly, Azusa had always been a quiet student, often seen as a 'model' student. She was part of Gymnastics club and was generally liked by most people, despite the fact that she almost never spoke to them. However, behind this 'perfection' lay a broken background. Her father was a drug dealer and her mother was an accountant for the Yakuza. Azusa would come home to scenes of drug addicts shooting themselves up, getting high and sometimes overdosing. Needless to say, her relationship with her parents was almost non-existent. Her mother was the only one who ever said anything to Azusa, and it was always about becoming an accountant for the Yakuza, following the footsteps of her mother. Azusa didn't really go against what her mother said, the girl didn't have any aspirations, thus having her mother decide her future made things easy on her. Over the years, Azusa's strange obsession with firearms began to develop as her father fuelled it with random guns he'd take from overdosed, deceased drug addicts. A father's way of contributing to his daughter's life.

It wasn't until she was in her final years of high school, when she started getting involved in the Yakuza's business. On her way home from school after a late night at a cram school, she witnessed an arms deal go wrong. The men she recognised as the Yakuza were shot down by their clients. They spotted her and tried to silence her by force, however they didn't think that she'd have a gun of her own. A silenced pistol given to her by her father. That night, she experienced her first kills. Strangely she didn't feel any remorse.

Upon arriving home with the arms cache, she explained to her mother what had happened. Her mother decided that there was no turning back. Her daughter had joined in on their 'activity' prematurely. Some might say it's a rash decision to make a high school girl an arms dealer, but to her mother, there was no better choice.

Throughout the years, Azusa's personality began to show itself. As she grew older, she became more lively but also more cynical. Although she's still not quite good at 'socialising', thus she gets flustered about strange things.

Although she was a well known and respected arms dealer in her circles, there were still those who despised her because of the way she handled business. One night, a deal fell through. The client made one unreasonable offer after another. The deal was called off, but a shootout started. With efficiency, she took down the aggressors, but it was all a set up. She unknowingly pissed off someone that she shouldn't have. Her home was burned to the ground and her parents were slaughtered. Azusa received a mysterious text from an unknown source, informing her that she was going to be erased. She knew what that meant, and she wasn't about to lie down and let it happen. Guns in cases, locked and loaded, she get into her car and drove off into the night.

If you think this girl is going down without a fight, you're dead wrong.

Extra.

^{◽ She secretly likes cute things.}

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

@Buddha

Alright, I'll write up a CS

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

Hmm I'll put my interest in. If it's still gonna run that is~

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

As the climax of the battle drew to an end, Fariha decided to let the remaining dwarves and other combatants deal with the dwindling skaven numbers. She observed the bloodied arena, the scent of steel, blood, and death filled the air around her. Death was a normal sight to her from her experience in the Rift, before the guild's rules had changed. She looked upon the deceased dwarves, then to the dwarven king. She slowly walked over to the king, a warm smile on her face as she gazed upon him. His soul was long gone by now. Fariha sat beside him, dipping her finger into the fresh blood that seeped from him, before drawing a small circle upon his forehead. A circle that symbolised the completion of life, his cycle had ended. The crimson circle glowed slightly and soon faded away, as if it had evaporated off his skin.
"I will dance for you, your highness. I shall celebrate the life you and your fellow warriors lived." She whispered to him as she got to her feet.

Fariha looked around, her mind shifting from religion to looting. It was difficult to find anything of value among the corpses, as most of the armour and weapons were battered and broken. However, among the piles of damaged items, there were a few that looked unused. From a single Stormvermin, she took his longsword and armour, placing talismans upon them. She had no need for them, but perhaps they'd fetch a reasonable price due to their good condition. She also found a rat totem, which she tossed aside as she deemed it useless and of no value to anyone. She already had a Shaman symbol anyway.

The dirty leather armour that she found wasn't even her size, but after a little bit of cleaning, the leather could be crafted into something else. The gold began to pile up in her pouch, thus she slapped a talisman onto that as well. Finally, she found a pair of boots... which were strangely her size, if not slightly larger. She felt a magical energy flow through the material. The elf closed her eyes, focusing upon the boots. Images of wind magic flowed into her mind, however it was weak. Boots that increased the speed of her movements.. Would prove very useful to her. However, she needed to clean them before putting them on. Blood had been splattered upon them beforehand. Thus she placed a talisman upon it as well.

As she scouted around for items, she had been retrieving unbroken arrows from those she had shot. It became evident to her that the gash in her quiver had grown larger, making it completely unusable. Fariha sighed to herself as she undid the clasp, removing the quiver from her side. She thought it would've survived a little longer, but evidently not.

The archer noticed some of the others following behind Siph, which she decided to follow suit. She only had 3 arrows left, hanging between her fingers. But hopefully her magic would suffice if something was to happen. Into the darkness she followed, her eyes quickly adjusting to the low-light allowing her to see as if there was daylight.

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

You got my interest~

The Witcher: The Second Conjunction

As she danced, she could feel the watchful presence of someone.. Of course, all eyes were on her as she moved around the makeshift stage, but the gaze of a Witcher was always had a distinct feeling behind it, not that she'd be able to describe it at all. Despite the presence of the Witcher, Elanil continued to use her magic in the playful way she normally does. She was of no threat to the Witcher and her intentions should be clear to him; which they thankfully were.

Elanil heard a scream pierce the noise of the tavern, however her dance did not stop. Or at least, not for the moment. As though it was wonderfully timed, the bard's song drew to a close. She had noticed that the Witcher in the tavern had already left after brutally kicking the tavern door open. The wood splintered and cracked as it slammed against the wall. She couldn't help but flinch as the door was flung clean off it's hinges. Elanil didn't know if the scream was that urgent to respond to, but it was certainly interesting to her. A heroic Witcher, perhaps?

The young sorceress waited as the bard collected his tips from the crowd. As the patrons dispersed to buy more drink, the bard approached Elanil with a warm smile on his face. Her lifted her hand and gave it a light kiss. "That was a wonderful performance, perhaps you'd like to travel with me? Of course, I'll split the earnings with you." His voice was smooth like silk, making his offer quite tempting.

The dancer took half a step back as she brought out her parchment and quill, much to the Bard's confusion. She showed him the note that she wrote, "I'm sorry, but I am just a simple girl who enjoys dancing to good music. I wish you all the best!", she gave him a warm smile as she put away the parchment. The bard simply nodded in acknowledgement, resuming his seat after she had refused the money. She bid him farewell with a bow and a small wave. The patrons expressed their displeasure as Elanil bid them farewell with a slight curtsy.

Now, it was time to follow after that Witcher. The young sorceress sensed the presences of other Witchers in the area as she drew near.. There was another with them? It wasn't a Witcher. Things were getting interesting. Elanil could see the small group surrounding what she recalled to be a Fleder.. Or was it a Fleder? What was it doing in daylight? How strange. The sorceress approached the group from a distance, sitting down on a rock not too far away from them, but far enough to show that she had no intention of participating. She simply decided to watch the conflict unfold. She came to the conclusion that the other woman was a sorceress. It was rare to see anyone other than Witchers and Sorcerers that acted with such disdain towards a massive Fleder.

Of course if it came after her, she wouldn't hesitate to kill it.

The Witcher: The Second Conjunction

@Jones Sparrow

Is there a post order..?

The Witcher: The Second Conjunction

@Jones Sparrow

Are we just assuming everyone is in the same place...?

The Witcher: The Second Conjunction

@Rekaigan Indeed it is noteworthy enough. I'll add the following as Relations to Elanil;

"Ferghus' far-reaching travels brought him to many parties and social gatherings of note. One in particular was during a series of strange events when he undertook a Doppler Contract in <insert location>. The local ruler held a lavish party and invited many entertainers to come and entertain guests. When midnight passed, Ferghus was allured by a particular raven female dancer who performed a hypnotising performance."

What location do you propose?

@VKAllen

I'm not too familiar with the Map in the Witcher, so it doesn't really matter where I guess. Maybe the place with well populated tavern?
Otherwise, the Relation info is great! I'll write something up as well.