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Name: Yamazaki Shiori

Alias: Chikara

Name Meaning: To Demonstrate Strength

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Nationality: Japanese

Birth Date: May 5th, 1819

Age: 28

Height: 5’7’’

Weight: 120 lbs

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Black


A simple instrument made of hard wood for the purpose of training in Japanese swordsmanship; it possesses no special traits.


The iconic weapon of the Japanese warrior; although forged and fashioned thru masterful craftsmanship it also harbors nothing noteworthy.

Electite Necklace

A keepsake bestowed by her foster mother; it possesses a magical mineral which produces a field around the wearer for 10 feet that attracts and absorbs incoming electrical energy.

Chikara’s clothing is ordinary save for flame-retardant fabric.


Early life was unkind to Shiori and her younger sister, Miaka. The violence-ridden Japan was no stranger to creating orphans and these two were no exceptions to the tragedy; having lost their parents to bandits at age five and four, respectively, they made due thru thievery, cons and taking up residence in farmhouses or otherwise abandoned property.

This changed when their last mark for dishonest deeds, a woman named Kiyomi; wiser than the rest, she saw thru their ploy but did not turn them in. Instead she offered more worthwhile results and a future among her family of fellow orphans. Unbeknownst to them Kiyomi had fostered many children and fashioned them into debatably better individuals.

So the pair was taken in and taught the ways of honor, appropriate speech, writing, the arts and all other things befitting self-reliant people; that is, save for the clandestine operations beneath the roof.

In truth the orphanage was cover for Kiyomi to facilitate her family's organization of professional killers; however their duty was not to take trivial bounties but locate and eradicate the truly despicable from the earth. The two girls quickly embraced this new life and mission but of all members none took the pledge more seriously than Shiori.

Forsaking the simpler fancies, Shiori buried herself in martial arts, meditation and spiritual training; from eight years old she spent the next two decades practicing the sword as her religion, fully dedicated to her duty and ability to protect her family from absolutely any threat. So obsessed was she that no amount of unfavorable weather would disturb her daily rituals and while sword training in a rainstorm she was struck by lightning; ridden by guilt at this near fatal oversight, Kiyomi spared no expense in fashioning various electricity-proof accouterments for all her children.

Nevertheless Shiori didn't miss a beat and the brush with death only steeled her determination. The result is a mind, spirit and sword so strong to award the cherished moniker bestowed by her beloved mother: Chikara.

To this day she continues to pursue increasing altitudes of self-created strength.


Body and Mind

Two decades of physical, mental and spiritual honing have yielded many beneficial results to Chikara’s body and mind; only the most intense exertion will wind or exhaust her and she possesses a high threshold to pain.

Once she has determined to battle she separates emotion from the equation. Instead each thought and action becomes a means toward complete and total victory; even when surprised or incensed temperance keeps her tranquil and cool-headed to ensure response may be as sharp and effective as possible.

With a grounding in practicality and reality she is difficult to deceive by means of illusion or trickery; she always ponders the most plausible possibilities to what she experiences.

The concept of “Mind of No Mind” is not foreign to Chikara and she may operate completely on instinct assuming she is unencumbered by emotion or thought; her body will seemingly act entirely on its own, driven by objective to conquer all opponents.

Sword and Soul

Chikara’s training has afforded her mastery of spirit energy, the energy of the soul.

At the cost of her stamina she may manifest the energy outwardly and the effects are proportional to the amount of spirit put in. Due to the sheer time and experience spent growing and strengthening her spirit the available pool and limit she may use at once without exhaustion is understandably tremendous; she may also summon a large sum in miniscule time, therefore the simplest of efforts may bestow terrific results and gathering it into an object such as a sword will allow Chikara to unleash it at her choosing.
Chikara may use the energy defensively and offensively: it is capable of healing injury (though not restoring lost body parts, blood or stamina), fashioning physical barriers being projected through voice in sonic waves, through her limbs and sword. She retains full control of created energy, in what manner it flourishes as well as timings of reaction or transformation; therefore she may affect lingering energy after a technique is used or eliminate it entirely. In the case of evaporation the energy is lost forever.

The energy is inherently invisible to the natural senses unless bestowed with a color or other visible trait but may be otherwise perceived via wind, environmental interaction, pressure and the heat it generates; as Chikara’s channeling increases so too do its byproducts becoming more intense and dangerous to those nearby. Focus and meditation allow her to sense fluctuations in surrounding energy for a radius of up to 100 feet and further thru concentration; she is intrinsically able to see spirits, spirit-based energy or techniques.

Physical separation from objects used to hold the energy will cause it to evaporate.

Limit Breaker

Chikara’s drive for improvement never allows her to become content with her current strength and motivates her to destroy every would-be wall toward transcendence; while it is a rare if not lengthy accomplishment to surpass her own limits during training, the sheer will to refuse defeat against a stronger adversary or crush someone threatening those important to her more easily allows a shattering of the perceived peak of power and pursue new plateaus.

When this happens she is given access to a larger reservoir of physical and spiritual prowess for a short period of time; the increase is massive but temporary and evolution has potential to bestow new versions of current techniques or develop new (if not rough and unpolished) techniques entirely.

Once the energy is exhausted Chikara’s body must recover for an appropriate amount of time; she is unable to use spirit energy or take any strenuous physical actions. Therefore to move will result in sluggishness or outright collapse; however she’ll eventually catch a second wind and be able to operate and a diminished capacity.

Although she may again access the former level of power the amount will not reach or exceed the former peak and the exhaustion will be greater; hence Chikara should not be expected to defend herself well if at all.

Only thru training may she truly realize and harness the power gained through this.
How daring a hunter to seek prey within eventide hours; one so experienced should know a monster is at their strongest when the sun’s blasted light vanishes over the horizon and plunges the world into lovely darkness. Yet here she is wandering within the hot, humid building where the reputed reaper resides whether by happenstance or fate; long have the workers left and only the metallic thud of her footsteps fills the otherwise silent smithy. It appears derelict while abandoned work is left to smolder in the fire pits and exude a steely odor so strong it rusts the tongue.

Surely the woman feels the hateful negativity permeating the air and increasing with each step but she proceeds boldly, eager to deliver the justice so deserved; with the kind of fearlessness and self-styled sense of responsibility which has killed so many similarly seeking warriors.

Then the awful metal shriek drags across the silence from behind one of the leftward stations ten feet away to announce arrival; perhaps one has stubbornly remained behind to finish their project, even more dauntless than the knight. A notion dismissed when the female figure emerges in sideways view with slow, shrilling steps: long, unkept black hair; crimson silk kimono and simple, clapping sandals as her frowning face remains sunken like a shamed child. They appear ignorant of the hunter as they tug their katana by the frayed cord of its handle: a brand made an ugly brown with corrosion and neglect while it carves hungrily into the floor. It’s not until the declaration comes that the entity stops.

“Justice has come for you, monster.”

She turns her beautiful Japanese face enough to reveal an awed opal eye. The surprise vanishes in a blink and rightward cant of the head as they turn fully toward what will become dinner; the other eye is patched by raven locks she glares with thirsty, excited gleam and yanks their sword into proper, level hold, idle at their right side and pointed forward.

Reply comes flatly in a deep, velvety, deceptively gentle lilt. “Well, Ms. Justice…” A challenging smirk. “Come for me…”
Let's go.
I take it I can't post until my sheet is approved.

I'll just... Sit here.
Are you in this?
@Drifting Pollen


Also, I'm interested.

So what am I doing with my sheet?


I'll get around to that since I haven't made a sheet for her since...

...the last time...

...maybe tomorrow...
How dare you.

Just let me in since you know I'll be using Chiaki and know everything she does already.

All you'd have to do is put me in the bracket.
A somber moon peers down tonight
through its mask of eerie clouds
upon domiciles frozen by fright
of the reaper adorned in shrouds
who prowls the streets for kids
for they possess souls pristine
and repentance the hunger forbids
so earning death from the Queen
whose emissary has long arrived
learning of the butcheries past
as well as the motives derived
hence it's known what bait best
to lure the prey into the nest

Therefore a child wanders the street
and such a pretty little thing she is
adorned in rags hugging self for heat
her bright eyes surely a fancy of his
in a perfect contrast to filthy skin
awhile she shivers in a summer chill
whispering for mother in shaking din
assuming she's next he's soon to kill
so bold as to call for Dad quite loud
still like a statue for a wanted reply
she swallows and sobs with head bowed
alone in the dark where a monster lie
with none to help when he soon appear
to claim the prize he holds so dear
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