TimelessParagon

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

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血債血償
Location: Western Dragon Club

Ahh.... this servant welcomes ancestor's guidance
Replied the fifth in a trembling voice as a vortex of meaning was infused directly in his head, his blood swirled with this injection as it sought to incorporate Lord ninth heaven's gift.
Agony turned to bliss and finally understanding causing as Ryoshu's face reverted to display its ever present faint smile.

Leaving the club after their liege lord, the fourth moon quickly dispatched his two subordinates back to Deer Terrace Manor informing them to delay the next auction start for there might be a new masterpiece in the works.
For this journey had been fruitful, the archer obtained the location of his target, of the miserable rats hiding amongst much tastier human cattle: Wasegawa University.
Normally slayers would barely catch his attention for even the mightiest of their kind posed no threat to one such as he.
Humans could kill the weak just fine but barely affected the strong. Thus they proved comparable to natural pathogens such as viruses or bacteria.

This time was different as they had dared strike above their station and even killing a dearest sister of his. Blood must be paid blood.
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Location: University Streets
"Come on Takeda-kun, kendo club can wait for a night can it?"
"Yeah man, you said you had the afternoon free yesterday..."
Under pressure form so many even the most dedicated Hinoe may feel their heart weaver ever so slightly, there was no harm in enjoying their birthday right?

The small group of friends decided to go to a nearby well reviewed Izakaya that had recently opened, loudly joking along the way. A cool autumn breeze carried with it the sent of dry leaves and cut grass. When beyond the streetlight resounded a voice clear as crystal:

"Blood moon great and bold
A Brush wielded in hands pure
May the world delight"

Followed by a striding figure dressed in white, Head buried behind a small book. As it spoke the voice was interrupted by a coughing fit, causing the figure to keel over and splatter the nearby wall in blood. Dropping the leatherbound tome in the process.
Seeing this two members of Takeda's group rushed over, eyes filled with concern.

"Mister are you okay? Do you need help"
Asked Himari, a first year biology student, arriving beside the pale figure.
Do you need an ambulance?
Added Dachi, self proclaimed math genius.

A most delightful aroma is it not?, The tender fat crossed with just enough muscle to give it flavor. Truly the more i live the more i come to understand that glacial senior albeit his tendency to eat such fine goods raw is... questionable at best.

Spoke Ryoshu, ignoring the two student's concern as he suddenly grasped himari's arm, eliciting a squeal of surprise from the latter, revealing the kanji burned deep into multicolored Irises.

Do you not think so Takeda?
Continued the fifth heaven looking directly at the young slayer.
Everyone... run...now managed to squeeze out the Hinoe before his legs collapsed under him.
How could it happen? All slayers knew of the 8 blood moons of course, immortal monsters who roamed this world like a plague, unkillable and nigh invincible. All of them ruled territory or took direct orders from the demon king so how could one be here?

The other 7 looked at their friend with mix of confusion and shock, one ran with all his might. The former's best friend, an elite athlete whom they called Kai but it was fruitless. Blood light flashed and his body burst open, showering the quiet street with a fountain of bloody viscera that became covered with pale flowers.

Takeda barely had time to blink when the demon was beside him, putting a friendly hand upon his shoulder, effortlessly crushing his clavicle like paper as he whispered in his ears:

"Worry not dear, you shall be remade anew soon enough, free from all this... ugliness you call humanity. Blood Demon Arts: Verdant Field after Spring Rain."
After these words where muttered, countless Blood red stakes grew from the ground in a 30m radius, impaling everyone present.
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The next morning, a strange crate large as a man branded with the design of Deer Terrace Manor arrived upon university ground from which faint sounds could be heard.
(this part is for GM reaction post and character notes)
Ryoshu uses Deer Terrace Manor for his demonic activities while for human dealings he uses a logo depicting a black Torri gate in front of a blood red moon.

As for what's inside it could be described as a living pot, with the other student chopped and cut to resembled a bouquet of wildflowers, petals made of sinew bound flesh on bone stems while the pot itself is the poor Takeda NPC. his body being re-shaped into something that roughly looks like those eastern style bronze censers on 4 legs. Hanging on to life by the tiniest of threads.

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

i have posted, things are heating up at the club

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

Seeing tensions rise rapidly between the new and old sevens Ryoshu decides to intervene before the situation completely degenerates into a chaotic blood battle which he will have no advantage in seeing how close everyone is.
He gives a quick laugh with a joyous clap:

-It is good to see you in good health little brother, me who thought all these... comforts have dulled your flames. Ignore lord seven's teasing's see, noting but good banter between family..

He didn't have time to finish his sentence before being gripped by a violent fit of cough, spitting out a mouthful of blood before wiping it away with an embroidered handkerchief.
-I also brought a gift, may it bring your ventures great fortunes.
The fifth heaven gestured and out came a pair of demons dressed in the same white emblematic of deer terrace mansion carrying a wooden crate larger than a man its side branded with a stylized R and the number: A-8.
They set it beside the quartet before subsequently leaving.
-Behold, one of my most prized pieces, Number eight: Dream maker.
Said Ryoshu before opening the crate with a flick of the wrist, shattering the wooden planks in one fluid motion and revealing the macabre creation within.
It was a twin piece of both a man and women. Her face distorted with agony as thick bramble covered branches tore flesh from her every orifice, twisting together into a miniature cherry tree, its canopy shrouding a man kneeling in devastating grief. The latter's frame dotted with countless blooming flowers.
Most striking of all is the intact demon slayer uniforms distinguishing the pair as a Hashira and her Tsuguko.
-See, I caught these two promise lovely dovely things to each other before rudely trying to cut my head off and now they are together forever, isn't that lovely?
Rambled on the sickly demon, eyes filled with passion.
-But enough pleasantries for now, it pains me that your eyes have been so blinded by short term profit that you seem to forget the full picture. Third sister are no longer with us. For the first time in decades they have struck at our ranks, YOU who was once our brother should know how it goes from here. Blood must be paid with blood.
These new slayers have committed an irrevocable sin not once but twice.

Sides must be taken and debts paid, The orders of the demon king of the ninth heaven are clear, you can either stand with us, your blood brothers. Or against us and face against the demon kings of the fifth and seven heavens.
Spoke the fifth in glacial tone, the 五重天 symbol glowing in his eyes.

Thus the true question is thus: WHO are YOU? and WHO you shall BE.
@Arminwraith@Aku the Samurai

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

writing a dialogue post plus offering a gift

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

I can write an intro post to my character soon, not much will be happening but will give a feel of how Ryoshu does things

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

Archer Demon

'O C N a m e'
'Ryoshu"

A g e: 74| R a n k:Blood moon rank 4, 4th demon lord.

P e r s o n a l i t y :
“Worry not my dear, for I shall make you… transcend”

A Terminally ill artist who dedicated himself to the pursuit of beauty now with his mind twisted by demonhood.
An unusually joyous man filled with wonder favoring the quiet solemnity of tradition over the loud and noisy bastardisations brought over by the west such as the genre of raucous noise self-proclaimed as music known as “metal”.
Self centred and egotistical,he despises the ugly and brutish but favors the fine and elegant.

Considering himself a peerless artist misunderstood by the world, Ryoshu seeks to make all things beautiful in his own view, to create a masterpiece no one can rival.
No longer bound by the limits of canvas, he now favors more… entertaining mediums upon which to express himself.
His distortion is such that Ryoshu even views his own disaese as inherently beautiful,marveling before patterns of his own coughed up blood sizzling upon the white sands of his sanctum. Allowing his cells to be destroyed again and again even if curing it would be a trivial matter.

S h o w a S e c r e t :
Born in the late Taisho era, the demon Ryoshu was once a man named Takeshi Mori, youngest child of 3 in a wealthy merchant family.
He never had any interest in the realm of business, rather spending his hours sketching and drawing sat upon the veranda with wildflowers became his favorite subject.
His father tried to get him to change his ways, making him work as a manager to one of the family’s ventures so he may acquire the same business acumen as the rest of the family.

It didn’t work as Mori rarely stayed in the store, leaving all business to the 2 shopkeepers while he wandered the city seeking subjects to draw only returning to the store at dusk. Even earning a small reputation doing so.

Eventually after a particularly bitter conflict with his own father, the man left his home for Tokyo seeking to pass the entrance examination and attend the Tokyo Fine Art’s school.
He would fail, the judges deeming his works “lifeless” and “devoid of self” for the Expressionist current sweeping Japan at the time.
Unperturbed, the man continued his works, taking on odd jobs here and there to sustain his dream. Not stopping even as illness took root of his body even when he was relegated to roaming the streets.

It would be until his final moments that Mori finally understood, when he stared at the patterns formed by his own vomited blood, the true meaning of beauty. It had been within them all along! All of them, every man women and child. Alas it was too late now, his consciousness faded despite his mind fighting with all its might…

When he awoke next he was changed, newfound strength coursed through his feeble limbs. A man stood next to him,aura overwhelming in its might, all seeing through its six crimson eyes.
Upon that day Takeshi Mori was no more and the demon Ryoshu was born.

Currently he takes residence in the pearl terrace, a traditional mansion built upon a clifftop overseeing the vast city below.

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'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

B l o o d D e m o n A r t : Life Bringing/Birthing Blood Arrow (创生血箭)

Unrivaled at range, Ryoshu shaped his steely flesh into both the daikyū and its projectiles. Entwinned sinews became string, skin textured into quiver while blood became his arrows.
Weapon in hand, The demon can target any creature within his sight with night pinpoint accuracy, shooting through gaps no larger than a coin or penetrating through thick walls with ease.

Each shot is a methodical process involving coordination between the eyes on his weapon and his own for locking on to the target before firing. The arrow rings out with a melodious whistle, a symphony sealing one’s fate.

While Ryoshu is utterly devastating at range, he is far from defenseless up close. He may choose to discard precision in favor of rapid fire. Shooting dozens of arrows in a moment.

Should worse come to worse he remains Capable of forming his arrows and using them as improvised melee weapons, parrying and stabbing as needle daggers. Albeit such a desperate measure often always proves insufficient against a devoted foe capable of enduring his barrages and reach his person.

✧ Signature ___ :Requiem– Scarlet Gut-piercer (緋色の穿腸)
Red barbed homing arrows of solidified blood long as a man’s arms yet runs thin as a needle. Flying without sound but that of the bow which fired it.
A move which felled countless foes, upon penetrating into living tissue the arrow expands, rapidly taking root within the body eventually rupturing the skin anew with thorny vines and blooming into multicolored chrysanthemum flowers.
If left unattended, the flower booms will expand and cover the entire person, transforming them into something closer to a plant. Their face frozen in a final moments of agony.

The name gut piercer comes from Ryoshu’s tendency to aim toward a man’s gut as such a shot produces the most fertile “soil”.
Dozens of such “plants” are planted in large pots decorating the entrance of Ryoshu’s inner sanctum.

✧ Secondary ___ :Requiem–Endless Dreamscape Fantasy (終幻夢境)
Exploding arrows shaped like a rose branch, releasing a swarm of petal-shaped shrapnel and scattering about an all pervasive pink mist clinging parasitically to anything in range. A viscous blood poison that brings both death and life as tiny wild flowers emerge from every injury of the archer’s foes.
Growing and rapidly colonizing their bodies if no action is taken.

✧ Finisher ___ :Requiem–Thousand Blossom Crimson Mist （安魂落万花）
Aim the bow and concentrate for a moment before unleashing a singular arrow imbued with crimson glow which ,upon impact, expands into a rolling mass of razor sharp bloody briars homing upon all living creatures in a 20m radius. Tearing apart all in its wake.

Those pierced by the briars find their flesh invaded by rapidly borrowing thorns and are ripped apart from within, their remnants growing into gorgeous encarmined-trunked thorned sakura trees which soon go into full blossom, carpeting the area in snow white petals.

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T r a n s f o r m a t i o n :
Ryoshu’s primary form is that of a beautiful man with jade white skin and waist length black hair, often dressed in white garments wearing a pair of hard wooden getas. Partial white gloves cover his hands as he carries his signature greatbow, empty quiver bound around the waist.

In his demonic form the Archer opens the third eye on his forehead and grows a pair of horns upon his head. The garments partially fuse back into his body, becoming a set of blood stained robes pinned in place by long nails.
When transformed his weapons return to their original form, a series of eyes opening even on his bow.

Should he desire to stroll the streets under disguise to gather more victims or simply for leisure the demon takes the form of a short-haired man of his mid twenties in a well tailored 3 piece suit. The daikyu and quiver concealed as a suitcase and instrument bag.

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

Aight finally finished sheet,time for review

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

WIP should be done in 1 more day

Archer Demon

'O C N a m e'
'Ryoshu"

A g e: 74| R a n k:
I will decide the rank of your OC, I assure it won't be lesser than "Upper Moon 6 level"

P e r s o n a l i t y :
“Worry not my dear, for I shall make you… transcend”

A Terminally ill artist who dedicated himself to the pursuit of beauty now with his mind twisted by demonhood.
An unusually joyous man filled with wonder favoring the quiet solemnity of tradition over the loud and noisy bastardisations brought over by the west such as the genre of raucous noise self-proclaimed as music known as “metal”.
Self centred and egotistical,he despises the ugly and brutish but favors the fine and elegant.

Considering himself a peerless artist misunderstood by the world, Ryoshu seeks to make all things beautiful in his own view, to create a masterpiece no one can rival.
No longer bound by the limits of canvas, he now favors more… entertaining mediums upon which to express himself.
His distortion is such that Ryoshu even views his own disaese as inherently beautiful,marveling before patterns of his own coughed up blood sizzling upon the white sands of his sanctum. Allowing his cells to be destroyed again and again even if curing it would be a trivial matter.

S h o w a S e c r e t :(Need rework)
Born in the late Taisho era, the demon Ryoshu was once a man named Takeshi Mori, youngest child of 3 in a wealthy merchant family.
He never had any interest in the realm of business, rather spending his hours sketching and drawing sat upon the veranda with wildflowers became his favorite subject.
His father tried to get him to change his ways, making him work as a manager to one of the family’s ventures so he may acquire the same business acumen as the rest of the family.

It didn’t work as Mori rarely stayed in the store, leaving all business to the 2 shopkeepers while he wandered the city seeking subjects to draw only returning to the store at dusk. Even earning a small reputation doing so.

Eventually after a particularly bitter conflict with his own father, the man left his home for Tokyo seeking to pass the entrance examination and attend the Tokyo Fine Art’s school.
He would fail, the judges deeming his works “lifeless” and “devoid of self” for the Expressionist current sweeping Japan at the time.
Unperturbed, the man continued his works, taking on odd jobs here and there to sustain his dream. Not stopping even as illness took root of his body even when he was relegated to roaming the streets.

It would be until his final moments that Mori finally understood, when he stared at the patterns formed by his own vomited blood, the true meaning of beauty. It had been within them all along! All of them, every man women and child. Alas it was too late now, his consciousness faded despite his mind fighting with all its might…

When he awoke next he was changed, newfound strength coursed through his feeble limbs. A man stood next to him,aura overwhelming in its might, all seeing through its six crimson eyes.
Upon that day Takeshi Mori was no more and the demon Ryoshu was born.

Currently he takes residence in the pearl terrace, a traditional mansion built upon a clifftop overseeing the vast city below.

_________________________________________________________________________
'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

B l o o d D e m o n A r t : Life Bringing/Birthing Blood Arrow (创生血箭)

Unrivaled at range, Ryoshu shaped his steely flesh into both the daikyū and its projectiles. Entwinned sinews became string, skin textured into quiver while blood became his arrows.
Weapon in hand, The demon can target any creature within his sight with night pinpoint accuracy, shooting through gaps no larger than a coin or penetrating through thick walls with ease.

Each shot is a methodical process involving coordination between the eyes on his weapon and his own for locking on to the target before firing. The arrow rings out with a melodious whistle, a symphony sealing one’s fate.

While Ryoshu is utterly devastating at range, he is far from defenseless up close. He may choose to discard precision in favor of rapid fire. Shooting dozens of arrows in a moment.

Should worse come to worse he remains Capable of forming his arrows and using them as improvised melee weapons, parrying and stabbing as needle daggers. Albeit such a desperate measure often always proves insufficient against a devoted foe capable of enduring his barrages and reach his person.

✧ Signature ___ :Requiem– Scarlet Gut-piercer (緋色の穿腸)
Red barbed homing arrows of solidified blood long as a man’s arms yet runs thin as a needle. Flying without sound but that of the bow which fired it.
A move which felled countless foes, upon penetrating into living tissue the arrow expands, rapidly taking root within the body eventually rupturing the skin anew with thorny vines and blooming into multicolored chrysanthemum flowers.
If left unattended, the flower booms will expand and cover the entire person, transforming them into something closer to a plant. Their face frozen in a final moments of agony.

The name gut piercer comes from Ryoshu’s tendency to aim toward a man’s gut as such a shot produces the most fertile “soil”.
Dozens of such “plants” are planted in large pots decorating the entrance of Ryoshu’s inner sanctum.

✧ Secondary ___ :Requiem–Endless Dreamscape Fantasy (終幻夢境)
Exploding arrows shaped like a rose branch, releasing a swarm of petal-shaped shrapnel and scattering about an all pervasive pink mist clinging parasitically to anything in range. A viscous blood poison that brings both death and life as tiny wild flowers emerge from every injury of the archer’s foes.
Growing and rapidly colonizing their bodies if no action is taken.

✧ Finisher ___ :Requiem–Thousand Blossom Crimson Mist （安魂落万花）
Aim the bow and concentrate for a moment before unleashing a singular arrow imbued with crimson glow which ,upon impact, expands into a rolling mass of razor sharp bloody briars homing upon all living creatures in a 20m radius. Tearing apart all in its wake.

Those pierced by the briars find their flesh invaded by rapidly borrowing thorns and are ripped apart from within, their remnants growing into gorgeous encarmined-trunked thorned sakura trees which soon go into full blossom, carpeting the area in snow white petals.

_________________________________________________________________________

T r a n s f o r m a t i o n :
Ryoshu’s primary form is that of a beautiful man with jade white skin and waist length black hair, often dressed in white garments wearing a pair of hard wooden getas. Partial white gloves cover his hands as he carries his signature greatbow, empty quiver bound around the waist.

In his demonic form the Archer opens the third eye on his forehead and grows a pair of horns upon his head. The garments partially fuse back into his body, becoming a set of blood stained robes pinned in place by long nails.
When transformed his weapons return to their original form, a series of eyes opening even on his bow.

Should he desire to stroll the streets under disguise to gather more victims or simply for leisure the demon takes the form of a short-haired man of his mid twenties in a well tailored 3 piece suit. The daikyu and quiver concealed as a suitcase and instrument bag.

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

@TimelessParagon After strong reconsidering.


Become a Demon.

@Yu Narukami

so i can make a demon sheet after all?

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

rip since there are already 2 demon sheets and we are only taking 2 demon players ill go make a slayer then.
Thinking abt a pure sniper could be neat or a gunblade user...