Silverstein

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

_{Location: California, An empty parking lot at a cheap motel}

Issue #1.03: The Vagabond Manslayer awakens

^{_{_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}}

The only reason why a warrior is alive is to fight and the reason why the warrior fights is to win.
-Miyamoto Mussashi

The stage is set.

A lone samurai is led into a trap and is now facing four ninjas of a murderous cult. The tension and the urge to kill is palpable around them.

Katana presses her thumb against the back of her hilt, itching to unsheath her man-slaying sword.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. She analyzes her opponents, visualizing them in this dark environment, Opening her mind's eye to the possibilities and capabilities of each weapon the shadowy fiends are wielding.

It's quite obvious she is at a disadvantage here. She has to conserve her energy with each motion she delivers and strike with efficiency.

Be swift, Be efficient, and be like water. Yup, that's the game plan here.

Without warning, Katana rushes through their formation and into the fray.

The nimble samurai chose not to play defensively, despite being outnumbered, which surprised the assassins, thinking she's either brave or have a death wish.

'I dictate the flow of this fight!' She yelled at the back of her mind.

She delivers a skull-crushing high knee to one of the thugs as her opening, rocking his brains out.

Katana then drew her second sword and started slicing the air around them. The sound of steel clashing echoes through as one of the ninjas parries her blow with a sword of their own.

A sequence of collisions takes place as three ninjas jump on her at the same time with their bladed weapons. The rhythm of combat increases, exchanging blows for blows in a fast-paced setting.

Within this entanglement of fist, foot, and steel, Katana saw her first victim amongst the four assassins.

She parries his blow and riposte, delivering a quick spartan kick to the gut that staggers him.

She then followed it up with a blur of two deadly slashes with her twin blades. One to his torso. The other was a clean cut to the neck.

SCHWINGGGGG!!!!! SCHWINGGGGG!!!!!

In the blink of an eye, Katana beheads him, painting the pavement red as the head plops to the ground.

"One"

The samurai steps back, preparing for another strike. She remains silent and focused. Her expression stays the same -- a joyless killing machine.

The other ninjas looked at each other and began to disengage. They realize how cracked and lethal this lady is in close combat. They proceeded tightly holding their weapons as they grew wary and stayed out of Katana's striking range.

They encircle their prey and go in different directions, flanking her from all sides. Playing a deadly game of tag with Katana being 'it'.

Katana took a steadying breath, maintaining her composure as she sensed the shift in the fight's tempo. It doesn't matter where they strike, I'll kill them all. She thought to herself.

The battle continues as one of her opponents releases a flurry of sharp projectiles that slice through the air, aiming at the heroine.

The swordswoman drew her sword in an arc motion as she powered through the barrage of knives and started twirling her dual swords like a fan.

CLANK!! CLANK!! CLANK!! CLANK!! CLANK!! CLANK!!

Her blade sings as she deflects most of the thrown steel stars.

Katana takes multiple decisive steps and advances, bridging the gap between her and her mark.

LEAP! ROLL! SWING! TURN! SWING! FEINT! THRUST!

Within this sequence of her deadly dance, Katana got the second ninja on the ropes and skewered him, lifting him a few inches off the ground.

She then forcefully rips the sword out of the ninja's body, twisting her own, and takes a full swing at the incoming third ninja who'd tried to attack her from the back, slashing the poor bastard in half.

"Two."

"Three."

Both bodies hit the floor as Katana makes quick work of them.

The fourth ninja took advantage of the moment, as a chain suddenly flew in and coiled around Katana's neck.

She gasped intensively as she could feel the metal rope constricting her throat.

Katana had no choice but to drop her swords to the ground and use both hands to relieve the pressure of strangulation.

"Get over here!" Said the ninja, reeling her leashed prey with his chain.

In a moment of clarity, Katana chose to abandon her resistance and boldly decided to confront him directly.

She swiftly turns and runs in his direction. She slides down between the footman's legs, causing his chain to wrap against his limbs, and flips him over with a forceful yank, falling flat on his back.

Katana draws her kunai and mounts him. A pair of dead cold eyes looked down at him as the manslayer slit his throat.

"Four" She heavily pants and rolls beside the lying dead assassin, waiting for her battle adrenaline to subside.

It was a messy finish, but it is done.

The wounded warrior stands up and picks up her Soultaker on the ground, limping away from the carnage she has caused. Katana grunts and takes one last look at the scene with her bloodshot eyes before disappearing into the dark.

Four trained assassins are dead that night. Only one lives to see another day.

The beast below

Somewhere at a Chinese restaurant, A meeting of a crime syndicate like no other takes place. They rented the whole place and discussed the situation last night. Unknownst to Katana, her fight is being recorded during that bloody night.

Five members are present at a long dining table, bickering and arguing on the topic with an old-battle-hardened Asian man silently sitting at the end of it.

"Four of my best men are dead! Such a waste of resources!"

"Heh, that's what you get sending children to clean up your loose ends! You should kill that mobster the last time he was in New York!"

"It's not the student's fault they achieve failure, but the teaching and product of their mentor's incompetence"

"Shut up you hag! I will not be lectured by you!"

"Tsk, if only I had been aware and escorted them in that mission, I would have that swordswoman’s head and serve it on a platter at this very table."

"I doubt it, I've seen that cursed blade can do during ancient times, your immortality means nothing if you get killed by it"

"Enough!" The leader of the cult raised his voice. Silence followed as he commanded authority amongst his five lieutenants.

"Can't you see? It's fate! this is the prophecy of the beast! And we found her -- An efficient and ruthless killer in the modern era. A worthy candidate to corrupt. She could be the vessel to our success...Our black sky." He smirked, resting his chin on his knuckles.

"Put a bounty on her, alert all the clan but do it discretely. This new regime is so busy looking at superpowered threats from the sky that they don't even bother noticing the gaping abyss hidden from below."

Another clan takes interest in the wandering ronin! This time devil worshipping ninjas from the past. The consequences of disrupting the underground scene are piling up against the sword-wielding heroine.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Can’t be any worse than me contemplating having the Red Hulk be the Red Lantern in Alan’s story……

@Archangel89

That's one angry boy. I mean sure, The red hulk fused with the red ring seems like a credible threat to your character.

Although they both pale in comparison to the best Rage-based superhero that is Mr. Furious.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

^{_{_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}}

issue 1.02: The vagabond and the murderous shadows

^{_{_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}}
It is the dead of night.

Somewhere at a cheap California motel, A fleet-footed samurai creeps through under the cover of darkness over the roof of the establishment. Only the swift breeze followed through her movements as she bypassed the guards without being traced and went straight into her target's balcony.

A cartel gang member is about to have an untimely visit from the Grim Reaper herself in his sleep.

A silent shadow that wields death in her hands and harvests the souls of those she has slain.

Tonight, Katana's target was a Mexican mobster who is said to be the mover and shaker of the substance known as Snake oil in California. A powerful drug that can incapacitate any meta-human/mutant.

Katana's suspicion only grew stronger since she watched that video of a crazed theorist's podcast. She had a hunch that the snake oil may be connected to it and is the same chemical used to gas the metahumans in one of Lord's concentration camps.

Perhaps this mobster can provide more info on this topic, once he is on the other side of her soultaker.
^{_{_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}}
Like a cat, Katana's footsteps were almost non-existent. She silently opens the sliding window pane and grabs the hilt of her soultaker, slowly approaching the slumbering mobster in his bed.

Just as she is about to assassinate the poor man in the dark, she realizes something is amiss. His blanket emits a foul smell of rusted iron, and its texture is quite soaked.

The stench of death is familiar to her. She immediately pulled off the sheet only to find the mobster was already dead, drowning in his own blood.

She frowned, realizing that someone had reached her target before she could.

Katana examines the lifeless body. The cuts the crime lord obtained were no ordinary slices. They were precise, and surgical, Only damaging the important parts of the body's organs. This was a quick death by the blade and was no doing of an amateur hitman.

Their motive must be silencing this man, taking his secrets to the grave.

FWOOOOPPMH!!!

Just when Katana was about to leave the room, An arrow flew through the window and went straight to her. A ninja wielding a crossbow is standing outside missed his shot as Katana barely deflected by an inch with a flick of her sword.

Panicked. The suspect quickly flee after that failed attempt.

Katana took a deep breath and started sprinting through the motel hallways, in pursuit of the trained assassin. Hoping to find answers on why the attempt on her life?

Both of them are agile and limber as the chase continues, doing flips and parkours all over the place, maneuvering around the tight spaces of the motel.

Tatsu Toro ended up in an empty parking lot where the chase ended. From there, she sees a lone white van as other four members dressed like the one who tried to kill her steps out.

Judging by their red-themed ninja garb, I'd say they're a part of a clan. Which makes them dangerous. I've met these type before. They hunt in packs and spelled nothing but trouble. Katana thought to herself.

"Who are you?" She asked.

The four masked men remained silent, drawing their bladed weapons as their answer. Their eyes are filled with killing intent as they continue to glare at her. Clearly, The wandering ronin has stumbled upon something that conflicts with their interest and has something to do with the dead mobster.

"Fine, then you shall die nameless by my swords" The Bladerunner draws her two blades.

A DEADLY SHOWDOWN IS ABOUT TO BEGIN: ITS KATANA VS THE HAND!

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Damn, The new york peeps are cooking hard.

Also I think its a missed opportunity not to make JJ Jameson the mayor of NYC. Too many web-heads crawling around, his disdain alone could fuel the entire city lmao

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Could definitely see Katana and Logan having a crossover down the road.

@Lord Wraith

Hell yeah my fellow murder enjoyer! iirc Logan was once a samurai in his past life. Bro live so long he started taking side quests from other countries XD

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

_{Location: Los Angeles}

Issue #1: The Vagabond and the poisoned blade

^{_{___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}}

As much as I loathe the new unifier of this country. We share the same sentiment regarding taking action and doing what needs to be done. That hesitation leads to defeat. That there are dangerous people in this world that need to be taken out of the equation for a brighter tomorrow. 

The only difference is that I don't discriminate against a certain group, my blade will fall to those who are unlawful.

This new world order is imperfect, unbalanced, and unjust. And I am here to change that.

I am not here to stage a coup. I am here to prune out these rotten branches that this administration has brought out.

And tonight.. tonight I hunt!

Katana dons her gear and gets ready to infiltrate a secret drug deal between the Yakuza and American mafia members somewhere in Los Angeles.

^{_{___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}}

It's Friday night, and an exclusive nightclub is the place to be for those who have money to burn and are looking for a fun night.

Those already in the club are having the time of their lives, dancing and enjoying themselves while intoxicated. The crowd of people keeps rocking to the booming party music that fills the air.

It was ecstatic; it was pure ecstasy, a wild night. People danced the latest techno music while colorful lights flickered across the dimly lit dance floor, unaware of the bloodbath waiting to happen later that evening.

Inside this fine establishment lies an underground VIP lounge hidden from the masses. A meeting between a group of mobsters and the Yakuza clan member of the Los Angeles branch takes place inside this luxurious room. It's muffled from the outside noise of the club and its entrance is heavily guarded by two burly men covered with colorful tattoos and gold jewelry.

Multiple henchmen stand watch as the two heads representing each organization conduct business together.

An old man who lost his pinky finger keeps tapping the side of his seat, unamused by the mobster droning and yapping across him.

"And then.. and then I said to them that's not a picture of killer croc, that's my wife!" The mobster chortled at his joke. He thought it was a real knee-slapper, only to realize that no one was laughing with him. The other clan maintained their serious, stony expressions and clearly found no amusement in his joke. Mr. Ishagoro glared at him, shifting awkwardly in his seat.

"Sheeesh, tough crowd." Feeling embarrassed, The mafia boss heavily takes another sip of his glass of bourbon whiskey.

"As much as I would've loved to hear more about your stories of being on Lord's private parties, The Ishagoro clan would like to proceed with the meeting and tell us why you are here, Mr. John" The old oyabun lights a tabacco while leaning forward towards the well-suited man across him.

"Right, Straight to business." With a snap of his fingers, one of his henchmen presented a briefcase, it contained a singular small tube with a green substance in it.

"This baby right here is called the Snake Oil, One of the left remnants of the Reach's technology. It will revolutionize and change the weapon warfare amongst the gang of America as we know it." He proudly said.

"Even a small dose of this substance can knock out a baby elephant, and at higher doses, it can be used as a lethal nerve gas that affects even the strongest metahumans." John demonstrates its potency by pulling out his phone and playing a video of a metahuman locked up in a cell as a cloud of deadly vapor fills the room. The video concludes with the subject lying flat on their back, unconscious and barely breathing.

"Impressive, When can we get a fresh batch?"

"Slow your roll Mr. Ishagoro, This stuff right here ain't cheap ya know, My sources have doubled the price since it is manufactured and reverse-engineered by the boys back at the Kobra cult"

"I'm sorry, Who now?" The old yakuza asked, clearly dumbfounded about the affirmation name the mobster mentioned.

"The Kobra cult. Only the most notorious biochemical terrorist group in all over the world. They have super-powered villains there dressed as various snakes. It's kinda their motif and their trademark."

"Grown men dress as snakes? Sounds like a nuisance."

"They have over one thousand followers all over the planet! They are pretty much a big deal in the world domination game! Ring any bells?"

The members of the Yakuza clan exchanged confused glances, clearly unsure of what the mobster was talking about.

"Eh, forget it." The mobster sighed in defeat.

"So, do we have a deal?"

The Japanese mobster responded with a nod and whispered something to his accountant. With a few presses on his tablet, he bows down to his boss as an audible 'ding' rings on the mobster's phone.

"You will get the half once you deliver the supplies" The accountant sternly instructed.

"Ha! I may not know Japanese, but I do understand this language. A pleasure doing business with you Mr. Ishagoro" John the mobster can't help but have a shit-eating grin at the sight of the ridiculous amount of money transferred to his bank account.

Feeling elated, The mobster bolted out of his chair and raised a glass to the people around him.

"Here's to a new era of the Yakuza and the mafia working together as one, may our enemies fall to their knees, and our business prosper to new heights"

^{_{___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}} 

^{_{___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}} 

The Bladerunner has heard enough. It's time to crash this party.

Before the two crimelords ever get the chance to shake each other's hand. Katana makes her dramatic entrance after waiting patiently in the air vents.

She falls through the ceiling, diving blade first, and cuts the hand of the mobster clean of its bones.

The severed hand comically flies off and hits the floor as both gang members brandish their guns and point at the mysterious vigilante.

"Who are you You crazy bitch!?" John shouted while wrying in pain as blood continued to flow from his wrist.

Katana stood tall and pointed out the Yakuza on the other side of the room, implying she was with them.

"That's the cursed blade! You're supposed to be dead!" The yakuza lord's eyes widened as cold sweats formed around his face.

"You know her!? Light 'em' up! This deal is over! Kill every non-american squinty eyes motherfucker in this area! we're going home!" John commanded his goons while limping away.

"Wait, wait wait!" The yakuza pleaded out but it was too late. Bodies start dropping as the American mobsters unload a full auto on them.

The sound of gunfire and desperate screams fills the room as the yakuza retaliate, providing cover fire for their leader to escape.

A violent shootout takes place. Katana takes cover as bullets start flying everywhere from both sides. She picks up her kunai between her fingers and starts throwing it at their throats. She makes her move by slashing and eliminating the nearest goons she can find. As far as she is concerned, everyone in this room is her enemy.

The VIP room quickly turns into a mass grave as the sound of the shooting dies down.

Katana has her eyes set on her target: a cowardly weasel limping for his own life. She sprints towards the exit and chases after the mob boss who fled in the hallway.

"What's with you cutting other people's limbs, Ya freaking psycho!? I'll let you know I have connections with dangerous people! if you kill me now they'll come after you and make your life a living hell!" The man kept running as the relentless ninja lady was hot on his tail.

Katana pounces at her prey as the deadly samurai catches up to him and drives a sword on his back, nailing him to the wall.

"You will serve me as my intel to this new deadly chemical you've develop, I welcome you to your new home" Katana withdrew the soultaker from the mobster's lifeless body and wiped the blood off with her shinguard.

Upon its reflection, you can see the mobster's face wailing for help inside the limbo.

Katana left the crime scene without a trace, leaving a trail of dead bodies behind. As far as incident report goes. This was a violent shootout between both rival gangs.

Postlude: The unseen dagger

Somewhere at an abandoned container dock near Seatle.

After that brutal encounter with Katana, the mafia, and a deal went sour, Mr. Ishigoro found himself kidnapped, gagged, and tied to a chair, Face-to-face with his employer.

"So, the wielder of the accursed Muramasa blade lives.." A man shrouded in shadow said while pondering on his shiny dagger.

"Did she recognize who you work for?" He asked the wounded Yakuza boss.

Obviously, the man can't answer seeing how battered and bruised he is. He can only muster a weak nod to the head of the dagger clan.

"Is that a no?" The bald man mockingly asked.

"Well, I can't take any chances of my secret society being exposed. I do apologize if our partnership has to end this way. You have only your own incompetence to blame." A sinister smile forms on his lips as a bunch of ninja henchmen steps forward and encircles their prey.

Without warning, They each draw their short blades and stab the helpless man with every inch of his body. They each take turns brutally shanking the poor soul from where he sits. A garish sight to behold.

This is an execution of a thousand blades as their leader delivers the final blow to the heart.

"Dispose of the body" He commanded his murderous henchmen, unremorseful of his actions.

"If that bitch ever interferes with my operation again, I will personally flay her porcelain skin myself," Garakusi sadistically smiles, licking the blade of the bloodstained knife he is holding.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

K A T A N A
K A T A N A

^{"My blade is superior, so is my swordsmanship"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Tatsu Toro _________________________________________________________ Age: 26 | Relationship Status: Widowed _________________________________________________________ Affiliation(s) Suicide Squad<?> | Japanese N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ABILITY Acrobatics - Her agility, speed, and reaction timing are faster than a normal humans. T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TOOL Soultaker -The ancient mystical katana blade named Soultaker is her main weapon of choice which she has used at times to kill without second thought. The sword has various mystic properties which give it unique capacities. First off it is nearly indestructible, coming into contact with high impacts and not receiving any damage. It is also able to cleave through most material's with amazing ease, its mystical sharpness never ebbing. The Katana sword also contains the souls of any being ever killed by its blade, and over the centuries of use it retains quite an amount of souls. The wielder of the sword may also call forth the entities of the sword to manifest on the blade and speak to the current wielder, giving as much help as they do in begging for mercy from the swords limbo. N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SKILL Weapons Expert - Not only is Katana proficient with swords, she is also skilled in wielding traditional weapons from her homeland; namely bows, shurikens, daggers, and such. T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TALENT Ninjitsu(Stealth and Swordplay) Tatsu Toro is trained and has mastered this art ever since she was a child. Sneaking up and slashing people with her sword when they least expect it is her bread and butter. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ "I will not fail again dear Husband. This blade hungers sinners and I am vengence incarnate" - Katana, talking to Soultaker. The new world is cruel to those who are gifted and seek justice. The aftermath of the Reach leaves a huge power vacuum among the crime syndicates across America. Ever since the decree of the anti-metahuman law, those who operate in the shadows are free to function without the fear of the government monitoring them. Multiple factions that are skilled with the Blade, Espionage, and Stealth have been taking over the streets. (The Sword Clan, The Dagger Clan, The League. etc.) The land of the brave has regressed into a feudal Japanese setting, where in every city there's a swordmaster/ninja/mercenary operating as a henchman/clan lord in a minor/major crime syndicate. Some of which came from Japan, Villians that specialize in the art of the blade and deceit; Serving as bodyguards to high-profile crime lords and Politicians around Lord's Circle as a safety protocol ever since the resistance has been growing in numbers. Katana, who was presumably killed by Lady Shiva returns to America. She now works as a masterless samurai: A ronin. A shadow that hunts down those who are on the wrong side of history. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Daggers, swords, shuriken, nunchucks, and other pointy things! I would like to introduce some glorious steel-on-steel clashing of swords, street-level action in this setting while putting some respect in one of DC's silent and deadly fighters: Katana. Separating her apart from the suicide squad. My intention and goals are simple, a loose retelling of Miyamoto Musashi in the shape of Katana which involves Fighting numerous duels, meddling in turf disputes, some Clan vs Clan scruffle, collaborating with some resistance fellas and running a gauntlet on how far she can go battling some sword-wielding baddies in this oppressive setting. Plot: Suicide Squad: Survival. Ever since the ruthless Amanda Waller became VP, Task force X has gone through a shake-up. Those who she deems unworthy lose their head as she makes room for other more useful metahumans in Belle Reve Prison to do their bidding for her. Katana, being a part-timer in this band of dangerous misfits draws the line and made a choice on where she stands. Tatsu Toro is playing a dangerous game between her temporary faction and her morals. Bladerunner: Wanted. Katana is involved in killing a corrupt public official and is being hunted by Lady Shiva for her bounty. After being presumably killed by the deadliest assassin on the planet, Tatsu Toro barely survives and returns to Japan to recuperate. Only to realize that her job of mowing down criminals is not finished. Soultaker's hunger has never been satiated ever since she left America. The ghost of the bladerunner With her identity erased Katana returns to the USA and now works as an independent mercenary and is a part of the resistance. Disrupting the government on a smaller scale as a vigilante. It's a samurai showdown somewhere at the land of the free, and Katana takes center stage! Claiming the lives of the swordmasters who oppose the resistance one soul at a time.

---

---

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

I think I borked up the char format. But anyways here is my application :)

This is Katana, She got my back, I would advise not getting killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims

K A T A N A
K A T A N A

^{"My blade is superior, so is my swordsmanship"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Tatsu Toro _________________________________________________________ Age: 26 | Relationship Status: Widowed _________________________________________________________ Affiliation(s) Suicide Squad<?> | Japanese N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ABILITY Acrobatics - Her agility, speed, and reaction timing are faster than a normal humans. T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TOOL Soultaker -The ancient mystical katana blade named Soultaker is her main weapon of choice which she has used at times to kill without second thought. The sword has various mystic properties which give it unique capacities. First off it is nearly indestructible, coming into contact with high impacts and not receiving any damage. It is also able to cleave through most material's with amazing ease, its mystical sharpness never ebbing. The Katana sword also contains the souls of any being ever killed by its blade, and over the centuries of use it retains quite an amount of souls. The wielder of the sword may also call forth the entities of the sword to manifest on the blade and speak to the current wielder, giving as much help as they do in begging for mercy from the swords limbo. N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SKILL Weapons Expert - Not only is Katana proficient with swords, she is also skilled in wielding traditional weapons from her homeland; namely bows, shurikens, daggers, and such. T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TALENT Ninjitsu(Stealth and Swordplay) Tatsu Toro is trained and has mastered this art ever since she was a child. Sneaking up and slashing people with her sword when they least expect it is her bread and butter. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ "I will not fail again dear Husband. This blade hungers sinners and I am vengence incarnate" - Katana, talking to Soultaker. The new world is cruel to those who are gifted and seek justice. The aftermath of the Reach leaves a huge power vacuum among the crime syndicates across America. Ever since the decree of the anti-metahuman law, those who operate in the shadows are free to function without the fear of the government monitoring them. Multiple factions that are skilled with the Blade, Espionage, and Stealth have been taking over the streets. (The Sword Clan, The Dagger Clan, The League. etc.) The land of the brave has regressed into a feudal Japanese setting, where in every city there's a swordmaster/ninja/mercenary operating as a henchman/clan lord in a minor/major crime syndicate. Some of which came from Japan, Villians that specialize in the art of the blade and deceit; Serving as bodyguards to high-profile crime lords and Politicians around Lord's Circle as a safety protocol ever since the resistance has been growing in numbers. Katana, who was presumably killed by Lady Shiva returns to America. She now works as a masterless samurai: A ronin. A shadow that hunts down those who are on the wrong side of history. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Daggers, swords, shuriken, nunchucks, and other pointy things! I would like to introduce some glorious steel-on-steel clashing of swords, street-level action in this setting while putting some respect in one of DC's silent and deadly fighters: Katana. Separating her apart from the suicide squad. My intention and goals are simple, a loose retelling of Miyamoto Musashi in the shape of Katana which involves Fighting numerous duels, meddling in turf disputes, some Clan vs Clan scruffle, collaborating with some resistance fellas and running a gauntlet on how far she can go battling some sword-wielding baddies in this oppressive setting. Plot: Suicide Squad: Survival. Ever since the ruthless Amanda Waller became VP, Task force X has gone through a shake-up. Those who she deems unworthy lose their head as she makes room for other more useful metahumans in Belle Reve Prison to do their bidding for her. Katana, being a part-timer in this band of dangerous misfits draws the line and made a choice on where she stands. Tatsu Toro is playing a dangerous game between her temporary faction and her morals. Bladerunner: Wanted. Katana is involved in killing a corrupt public official and is being hunted by Lady Shiva for her bounty. After being presumably killed by the deadliest assassin on the planet, Tatsu Toro barely survives and returns to Japan to recuperate. Only to realize that her job of mowing down criminals is not finished. Soultaker's hunger has never been satiated ever since she left America. The ghost of the bladerunner With her identity erased Katana returns to the USA and now works as an independent mercenary and is a part of the resistance. Disrupting the government on a smaller scale as a vigilante. It's a samurai showdown somewhere at the land of the free, and Katana takes center stage! Claiming the lives of the swordmasters who oppose the resistance one soul at a time.

---

---

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

The maid witch and her gluttonous briefcase

"Filth and disorder is two things i can't stand"

Name: Skylar Phantomsteel
Age: 15
Gender: Female

Personality: Skylar is an orderly, well-mannered young girl with a strict no-nonsense personality. She is diligent about her maid work and gets things done promptly.

Abilities: Reanimate Object (Evocation)

"As a witch, I believe it is important to use every instrument in my arsenal to fulfill my task more efficiently."

Skylar can control or rather give life to mundane objects to do their bidding for her. Like multiple brooms to clean a house, Tea sets to brew tea for her whenever there are guests. Blankets that tidy themselves, Knives that can do the chopping for her and, so forth.

The scope of her abilities to reanimate objects has limits. For starters, She has to make contact with the object for her to control it. Also, She cannot control cursed objects due to their unstable nature.

Also, also, she cannot command other witches' stuff and other people's property without their permission cause that would be rude and unethical for a prim and proper lady like her!

Skills: Skylar is EXTREMELY proficient in doing basic household chores. She cooks, she cleans, She never slacks off and, her punctuality is unmatched. Her greatest feat is her organized mind. She always remembers where she puts her things, and what itinerary she must attend to. As for combat capabilities, she is well-versed in Baratsu.

Equipment:

Aside from her basic witch stuff, Skylar owns two reanimated objects that are considered her trusted familiar.

One is a briefcase that is actually a mimic. This is the first sentient object she has ever made and is embedded with the soul of a greedy fairy.

This briefcase serves as her finite pocket and stores her stuff for her. It is foul-mouthed and has a haughty nature. This rowdy luggage will devour anything in its range and can even eat up magical blasts to an extent.

Fortunately enough, with Skylar's discipline and a little bit of tough love (AKA her fist), it is more tame and docile whenever she's around.

Her second familiar an empty old knight armor that has come to life. It does the grunt work for her and is considered her muscle/bodyguard.

Brief Backstory:

Skylar is the loyal servant/niece of the Phatomsteel witches. A coven that specializes in evocation. With her auntie being their head.

She does all of their chores and keeps their manor tidy while they go questing, making sure their house is spotless and dinner is served whenever they arrive after a hard day's work.

Skylar never leaves the house despite her potential. She's kind of a shut-in with only her reanimate objects accompanying her. All her life she spends years honing her skills while being their only housekeeper.

At the age of 13, she accidentally discovered that her family was harboring a secret in their deep basement while cleaning: A foul spirit that was kept in prison under their mansion. None of her coven dare to touch nor commune with it due to its gluttonous nature.

Funny enough, Skylar was unbothered by it and her stern personality was proven too much for the fairy to handle and was able to make it submissive to a degree. The young witch decided to set it free and infuse it in a briefcase.

Her family found out and was concerned that this fairy cursed their child, They decided to enroll at the Moon Circle Society, to get rid of Skylar and her gluttonous luggage.

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

Somewhere at one of the six towers.

It's the break of dawn. A halting creak and a sudden shut of a door can be heard around the area. Two figures emerges by the huge gate, walking side by side as if they were kicked out of the establishment.

One seems to be a human wearing a slick black dress, the other, A dwarven woman with fiery red hair clad in armor.

"Bold move, Triss Bloodflame. You have relinquished your idol status and your championship reign at the arena in your pursuit of joining the Reavers. Can't say the council is happy about your decision." Her manager said with a hint of dismay in his tone.

"Tch, those chumps are only gonna miss me cuz, over the past decade, I was their cash cow in funding their creation project." Triss said with a smirk.

"True, losing their prized fighter seems to be a blow to their operation not to mention your fans are upset about your sudden graduation"

"Heh, I gotta leave the bird's nest somehow. Besides, this place proves no challenge to me anymore. I feel like I can do more good out there in the real world than fighting some random adventurers in search of glory."

"Like my father always said, if there is no light in this dim world, be the kindle that sparks hope in the hearts of others. I always carry his words until now." She continued.

"You dwarves are so honor-bound and loyalty-coded. It's almost irritating to a degree."

"Well, on to new beginnings Manager-san. Come here you." The red-haired warrior puffs her chest and hugs her manager for the last time, lifting him easily despite their size difference. He can feel her arms heavily wrap around him like a Bear constricting its prey.

"Uhh.. you're crushing my spine here, Triss.." Her manager weakly said, barely uttering the words before passing out.

"Sorry~ teehee." Triss loosen her grip.

"I see you haven't lost your strength yet, That's good, You're gonna need every ounce of it. I heard being a reaver is a different kind of league." Her manager said, brushing the dirt around his shoulders.

"Heh, sounds like a challenge" Triss simply just smiled at him, containing her excitement.

Without another word. The two went on their separate ways, with Triss waving her huge gauntlet goodbye.

~~

Triss walks the streets of Morgenröte at a steady pace with the ever-feeling of glancing eyes staring at her. She can already tell her fame isn't going anywhere as some of the crowd seems to notice who she is, that there's a celebrity amongst them.

Her strides become faster trying to get to the Eon tower much quicker, but her fans continue to pile up along her way; Asking for autographs and pictures, Like a moth attracted to a flame.

Being an Idol, its her duty to have time for her fans, no matter how untimely it is.

One thing is for sure, if this keeps up, She's gonna be late meeting the other reavers!