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STATUS: And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists. 2 yrs ago
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Huh, so this thing got started up again?
Any problems with me using my original CS (Kuro)?
Hopefully t'is acceptable.
Name: Oni
Description: The Oni are a form of Youkai that resemble Western Ogres or Demons. There are two distinct classifications; those that serve under the Kishin and those that don’t. The Oni under the Kishin are much as originally portrayed, wicked and malevolent creatures. Those that are free from the Kishins’ influences are as varied as humanity in how they act. Physically, Onis all share some traits though. They are greatly superior to mankind in terms of physical prowess, with single Oni able to single handedly defeat dozens of grown humans in competitions of strength. Their love for alcohol seems to be a racial trait, and all Oni have some type of horn on their head. Size and number don’t really seem to matter and vary wildly between individuals. Almost all Oni are incapable of using magic though, although there are a few within every century.
Appearance: Due to Kuro’s small stature and feminine appearance, many people mistake him for a young girl. His rather soft voice probably doesn’t help, but that doesn’t do much to change the truth. Standing at 4’7 or just a bit under 1.4m and weighing barely 100lbs., it can be quite disconcerting to see Kuro carry around a kanabo that’s just as large as he is and probably a good deal heavier. While his eyes are normally of a red coloration, in battle they can take on an unearthly glow.
Name: Kuro
Race: Oni
Age: Appears as an adolescent. True age is probably close to half a century.
Personality: Reminiscent of a blue Oni, Kuro is a much calmer example of his species. Though he enjoys drinking as much as any of his kind, he does so because he actually enjoys the taste, rather than the festivities and partying that inevitably accompanies such acts. A remarkably tight lipped individual, he’s good enough company to hang around for idle chatter and such, but not necessarily befriend.
He’s had enough time to get over the fact that he is always going to be the runt of the clan, so most jabs at his size don’t get much rise out of him. What do annoy him are cowards and liars, and he’s generally quick to disassociate himself of them.
Fairly observant due to his situation, Kuro is one who thinks before he acts rather than simply following his whim as many of his more innebraited kind are prone to doing. Thanks to his size, he also never really fell in love with competitions and in fact doesn’t particularly enjoy participating or watching them, feeling most are pointless and only serve to inflate the winner’s ego.
Skills/Abilities: While not as strong as others of his kind due to his small size, Kuro is quite stronger than a human. The strongest human could likely give the miniature Oni a challenge in a competition of strength, but even then without the aid of magic the human’s loss is almost certainly guaranteed.
Kuro’s entire body is also tougher than a human’s, and his size has no factor here. He can endure damage and envrionments that would cripple a human, and recovers from injury more easily. His body doesn't feel any different from a human’s yet its resistance is somehow much higher. Small caliber rounds from firearms are largely ineffective at penetrating, though the impact can still jar the lightweight Oni. Rifle rounds generally penetrate, but usually not deep enough to be fatal. Even with an entire clip is emptied, it isn't a guarantee Kuro will actually die (putting aside head-shots), though he’ll certainly be incapacitated and in need of outside medical attention.
Given his weapon of choice, Kuro isn’t exceptionally fast compared to a human, comparable to a swordsman. His true speed is revealed when he lets go of his kanabo as one might expect. At that point, even the most swift-footed rogues would be pushed to keep up with the miniature Youkai, and almost none would be able to match his stamina.
Does the ability to drink as much alcohol as he wants without massive kidney failure or horrible hangovers count?
Like some other Youkai, Kuro has the ability to grant humans with enough talent a contract with him and is known to do so as a favor. Lifetime contracts are vows incomparable to even marriage, and so all of his are limited-use deals. Generally those granted one are able to call for him with an expenditure of magical energy to assist in combat.
Equipment: A massive kanabo made of deadened iron, the weapon is heavy enough that it’s downright impractical. For a human that is. While capable of wielding it one handed, it would be akin to a human trying to one-hand a zweihander. In other words, unwieldy and impossible to control. The material is able to soak in magical energy and render it inert, thus providing a manner of protection to Kuro thanks to its size.
His kimono was a gift from the tengu under his clan when he left. Its utility is quite nice for Kuro, as the clothes are self-mending and protect him from most sorts of environments quite well; cool in the summer heat and warm in winter’s chill.
Carries a gourd around with a Cider Bug inside. While traditionally Onis loved their Sake Bugs, the times have changed and Bugs of various alcohols are available. Upon being submerged in water, the Bugs are capable of converting the liquid into certain types of alcohol. His chosen variety produces a slightly sweet-tart flavor. Make a comment and he’ll generally hit you.
Misc. everyday items that might destroy someone's more fantastical view of the otherwise traditional looking oni. A wallet with various important cards inside such as a Hunter ID, credit cards, or the like. Also carries a cellphone around so people can easily contact him, mainly for jobs.
Brief Backstory: Kuro belonged to a clan of Oni that had never been under a Kishin. Those that had felt a demonic “god’s” touch always had to be careful lest the influences creep back. His community was one that had no such worries, aside from being mindful of those that would try to take advantage of them, and thus partied freely. Their relationship with nearby human communities was relatively peaceful and Kuro grew up without much troubles or worries.
Well, at least until it became apparent that he didn’t have much growing up to do. Given he stopped at his current appearance when he was quite young, he developed a bit differently than the other Oni. Where a life of constant competition, drinking, and partying might have awaited had he grown up to be as large as the others, he instead found different pleasures in life. These differences eventually drove him to leave his clansmen and travel the world instead. With only a few possessions in hand, he left the mountains that housed his clan to see what the world had to offer.
Quickly realizing that he needed to provide for himself now that he’d left the community, Kuro took up whatever work he could. Given that he looked about 16 at best, and a lack of legal documents to prove otherwise, he found himself in a line where none of that really mattered. Hunting. Granted, they hadn’t actually sent him out on a job since, “Hunter Guild sends young child to Den,” wasn't really good publicity. He had heard about creatures causing trouble near the city's outskirts and gone to investigate. Given the citizen's seemed more concerned about somebody getting hurt rather than dying, Kuro figured he alone would be enough. It turned out that he was as the expedition ended up with him clearing out the minor den of monsters when he stumbled upon it. One thing led to another and Kuro found himself with a steady income soon enough.
While not famous, Kuro has become a relatively well-known figure among the Hunter Guilds. His distinctive appearance, personality, and skills as a Hunter means it's not too hard for him to find work with others in the business.
Any problems with me using my original CS (Kuro)?
Hopefully t'is acceptable.
Name: Oni
Description: The Oni are a form of Youkai that resemble Western Ogres or Demons. There are two distinct classifications; those that serve under the Kishin and those that don’t. The Oni under the Kishin are much as originally portrayed, wicked and malevolent creatures. Those that are free from the Kishins’ influences are as varied as humanity in how they act. Physically, Onis all share some traits though. They are greatly superior to mankind in terms of physical prowess, with single Oni able to single handedly defeat dozens of grown humans in competitions of strength. Their love for alcohol seems to be a racial trait, and all Oni have some type of horn on their head. Size and number don’t really seem to matter and vary wildly between individuals. Almost all Oni are incapable of using magic though, although there are a few within every century.
Appearance: Due to Kuro’s small stature and feminine appearance, many people mistake him for a young girl. His rather soft voice probably doesn’t help, but that doesn’t do much to change the truth. Standing at 4’7 or just a bit under 1.4m and weighing barely 100lbs., it can be quite disconcerting to see Kuro carry around a kanabo that’s just as large as he is and probably a good deal heavier. While his eyes are normally of a red coloration, in battle they can take on an unearthly glow.
Name: Kuro
Race: Oni
Age: Appears as an adolescent. True age is probably close to half a century.
Personality: Reminiscent of a blue Oni, Kuro is a much calmer example of his species. Though he enjoys drinking as much as any of his kind, he does so because he actually enjoys the taste, rather than the festivities and partying that inevitably accompanies such acts. A remarkably tight lipped individual, he’s good enough company to hang around for idle chatter and such, but not necessarily befriend.
He’s had enough time to get over the fact that he is always going to be the runt of the clan, so most jabs at his size don’t get much rise out of him. What do annoy him are cowards and liars, and he’s generally quick to disassociate himself of them.
Fairly observant due to his situation, Kuro is one who thinks before he acts rather than simply following his whim as many of his more innebraited kind are prone to doing. Thanks to his size, he also never really fell in love with competitions and in fact doesn’t particularly enjoy participating or watching them, feeling most are pointless and only serve to inflate the winner’s ego.
Skills/Abilities: While not as strong as others of his kind due to his small size, Kuro is quite stronger than a human. The strongest human could likely give the miniature Oni a challenge in a competition of strength, but even then without the aid of magic the human’s loss is almost certainly guaranteed.
Kuro’s entire body is also tougher than a human’s, and his size has no factor here. He can endure damage and envrionments that would cripple a human, and recovers from injury more easily. His body doesn't feel any different from a human’s yet its resistance is somehow much higher. Small caliber rounds from firearms are largely ineffective at penetrating, though the impact can still jar the lightweight Oni. Rifle rounds generally penetrate, but usually not deep enough to be fatal. Even with an entire clip is emptied, it isn't a guarantee Kuro will actually die (putting aside head-shots), though he’ll certainly be incapacitated and in need of outside medical attention.
Given his weapon of choice, Kuro isn’t exceptionally fast compared to a human, comparable to a swordsman. His true speed is revealed when he lets go of his kanabo as one might expect. At that point, even the most swift-footed rogues would be pushed to keep up with the miniature Youkai, and almost none would be able to match his stamina.
Does the ability to drink as much alcohol as he wants without massive kidney failure or horrible hangovers count?
Like some other Youkai, Kuro has the ability to grant humans with enough talent a contract with him and is known to do so as a favor. Lifetime contracts are vows incomparable to even marriage, and so all of his are limited-use deals. Generally those granted one are able to call for him with an expenditure of magical energy to assist in combat.
Equipment: A massive kanabo made of deadened iron, the weapon is heavy enough that it’s downright impractical. For a human that is. While capable of wielding it one handed, it would be akin to a human trying to one-hand a zweihander. In other words, unwieldy and impossible to control. The material is able to soak in magical energy and render it inert, thus providing a manner of protection to Kuro thanks to its size.
His kimono was a gift from the tengu under his clan when he left. Its utility is quite nice for Kuro, as the clothes are self-mending and protect him from most sorts of environments quite well; cool in the summer heat and warm in winter’s chill.
Carries a gourd around with a Cider Bug inside. While traditionally Onis loved their Sake Bugs, the times have changed and Bugs of various alcohols are available. Upon being submerged in water, the Bugs are capable of converting the liquid into certain types of alcohol. His chosen variety produces a slightly sweet-tart flavor. Make a comment and he’ll generally hit you.
Misc. everyday items that might destroy someone's more fantastical view of the otherwise traditional looking oni. A wallet with various important cards inside such as a Hunter ID, credit cards, or the like. Also carries a cellphone around so people can easily contact him, mainly for jobs.
Brief Backstory: Kuro belonged to a clan of Oni that had never been under a Kishin. Those that had felt a demonic “god’s” touch always had to be careful lest the influences creep back. His community was one that had no such worries, aside from being mindful of those that would try to take advantage of them, and thus partied freely. Their relationship with nearby human communities was relatively peaceful and Kuro grew up without much troubles or worries.
Well, at least until it became apparent that he didn’t have much growing up to do. Given he stopped at his current appearance when he was quite young, he developed a bit differently than the other Oni. Where a life of constant competition, drinking, and partying might have awaited had he grown up to be as large as the others, he instead found different pleasures in life. These differences eventually drove him to leave his clansmen and travel the world instead. With only a few possessions in hand, he left the mountains that housed his clan to see what the world had to offer.
Quickly realizing that he needed to provide for himself now that he’d left the community, Kuro took up whatever work he could. Given that he looked about 16 at best, and a lack of legal documents to prove otherwise, he found himself in a line where none of that really mattered. Hunting. Granted, they hadn’t actually sent him out on a job since, “Hunter Guild sends young child to Den,” wasn't really good publicity. He had heard about creatures causing trouble near the city's outskirts and gone to investigate. Given the citizen's seemed more concerned about somebody getting hurt rather than dying, Kuro figured he alone would be enough. It turned out that he was as the expedition ended up with him clearing out the minor den of monsters when he stumbled upon it. One thing led to another and Kuro found himself with a steady income soon enough.
While not famous, Kuro has become a relatively well-known figure among the Hunter Guilds. His distinctive appearance, personality, and skills as a Hunter means it's not too hard for him to find work with others in the business.
Ka-ka-kaw.
Silver Fox said
Damn it Zombeh your suppose to wait for two people! Gosh man give the rest of us players a chance to respond to your character man! XD
Whoops.My bad, sorry.
‘Curious.’ The hooded amongst the four seemed to sense something off about him, meeting his gaze for a moment before stepping forward and grasping his hand for a brief shake. Giving a slight sigh, Markus flipped his helmet’s visor upwards after she pulled her hood off and revealed a young looking face. “Markus Olery,” he replied with a small nod of his head, “and likewise.” It was probably unlikely that any of them had heard of his name before, so he gave it without worry. Even if they had, it didn’t look like picking a fight was particularly high on any of these individuals’ lists, and forcing a fight at the moment wasn’t ideal. They’d probably fight hard to get past him to save their comrades, but they’d fight all the harder if they were in the city and so close to, what he presumed to be, their goal.
Nodding when Ikkan explained the origin of her scar, Markus shrugged his shoulder in response. “No need to apologize for something like that.” He'd seen and would probably continue to see far worse as long as he was in this line of work, so he wasn't too bothered by the scar she wore. It did explain why she might have been wearing the hood at the least.
Nodding his head in the direction of the Grandgrand’s barrier, he looked around for the construct of light that had followed him throughout the forest, ignoring the look Ikkan gave him all the while. “It’s probably only a few miles in that direction. And you're probably just far farther from the city, than the tribe being close,” he remarked with a slight smile, as he turned his attention back to the four. Not feeling a particular need to keep his “mission” a secret from the four ladies, given the eldest member of the tribe probably already knew, he shrugged and answered. “Just a watchdog sent to keep an eye on the tribe’s movements really.”
Nodding when Ikkan explained the origin of her scar, Markus shrugged his shoulder in response. “No need to apologize for something like that.” He'd seen and would probably continue to see far worse as long as he was in this line of work, so he wasn't too bothered by the scar she wore. It did explain why she might have been wearing the hood at the least.
Nodding his head in the direction of the Grandgrand’s barrier, he looked around for the construct of light that had followed him throughout the forest, ignoring the look Ikkan gave him all the while. “It’s probably only a few miles in that direction. And you're probably just far farther from the city, than the tribe being close,” he remarked with a slight smile, as he turned his attention back to the four. Not feeling a particular need to keep his “mission” a secret from the four ladies, given the eldest member of the tribe probably already knew, he shrugged and answered. “Just a watchdog sent to keep an eye on the tribe’s movements really.”
Despite the noisy surroundings, Markus perked up at the sound of something approaching his position. It stood out given how most things were scrambling away from the scene of destruction. Turning around, he was a bit surprised to see two rather young-looking ladies walk out into the makeshift clearing. Despite being concealed by his helmet, he raised an eyebrow while shifting his grip. Picking his weapon up, the grip change let him rest the blunt side comfortably on his shoulder. He let the girl grab his free hand without much concern, trusting his armor and instincts would be enough if she tried anything.
“Oh? That’s curious.” Given he’d been in the forest for quite some time now, Markus was fairly certain nothing had landed in the immediate vicinity for a while. While it was possible that the two and their companions could have walked this deep in, their state of attire made him think otherwise. They didn’t look like they were lost wanderers who’d somehow managed to traverse the many miles between their current location and Gold Village. Nonetheless he still answered, gesturing to the correct direction through the sea of trees as he said, “If you travel about two dozen miles in that direction the forest should start to clear out.”
“Still. You wouldn’t happen to know anything of the Dragon Tribe nearby would you?” Markus couldn’t be certain, but looking over the four individuals nearby raised a few suspicions, even putting aside the two’s story. Wondering if it would work, he took a deep breath before letting a sharp killing intent out as he passed his gaze over the four once more. He didn't know if any of these people had ever been in a fight for their life before, but it wasn't exactly an easy sensation to forget once experienced. At least that's how it felt to him; people he'd talked with before described it differently to him at times.
“Oh? That’s curious.” Given he’d been in the forest for quite some time now, Markus was fairly certain nothing had landed in the immediate vicinity for a while. While it was possible that the two and their companions could have walked this deep in, their state of attire made him think otherwise. They didn’t look like they were lost wanderers who’d somehow managed to traverse the many miles between their current location and Gold Village. Nonetheless he still answered, gesturing to the correct direction through the sea of trees as he said, “If you travel about two dozen miles in that direction the forest should start to clear out.”
“Still. You wouldn’t happen to know anything of the Dragon Tribe nearby would you?” Markus couldn’t be certain, but looking over the four individuals nearby raised a few suspicions, even putting aside the two’s story. Wondering if it would work, he took a deep breath before letting a sharp killing intent out as he passed his gaze over the four once more. He didn't know if any of these people had ever been in a fight for their life before, but it wasn't exactly an easy sensation to forget once experienced. At least that's how it felt to him; people he'd talked with before described it differently to him at times.
Probably recruitment.
TalijaKey said One question are the streetlights on or off?
Everything without its own power source is off.
“Sure, whatever.” Agreeing to the “condition” with a shrug, given it wasn’t even that far of a distance, Gavin looked around before asking, “What’s your name. Don’t really just want to say, “Hey,” or, “You.” Mine’s Gavin if you care.” Hopefully the other male didn’t think Gavin was some demon trying to trick him into revealing a real name or something.
Before any reply could be given though, a shift in the direction the other boy’s flashlight was pointed caught his own attention. Following it, he saw a red-haired male alongside a younger blonde, both of which seemed fairly distressed. A glance out of the corner of his eyes told him, that yes, seeing the state of these two probably wasn’t helping the other boy’s mental health. While he did feel a bit relieved to see more and more people, he couldn’t help but also feel that relief would be short lived if things continued to spiral downwards.
Stepping forward where the other had stepped back, Gavin tried to keep himself calm. He had managed to grasp onto the persona that he wore while at school despite the eerie and unsettling sensations at the start, but seeing others was affecting him more than he’d liked. He stopped a few meters from the pair and frowned for a few moments before he pushed his suspicions aside. The two didn’t really look like brother and sister for one, looking nothing alike one another. That they had taken to wandering the pitch black night without even a source of light was something he found strange too, though it did explain why they seemed scared shitless.
Pulling his phone out, he turned it on for a moment just to check the time before looking back up at the pair. “Not sure what happened to you two, but it’s only been about 10 minutes since this started for me.” Putting aside what the male had said as just a figure of speech, he shook his head. “No idea. That guy thinks it’s something supernatural, and the longer this drags out the more inclined I am to agree,” he said, gesturing at the boy that stayed away from the three of them. Talking was actually fairly good and he could feel himself calming down as he fell back into his relaxed speech. “Name’s Gavin by the way.”
Before any reply could be given though, a shift in the direction the other boy’s flashlight was pointed caught his own attention. Following it, he saw a red-haired male alongside a younger blonde, both of which seemed fairly distressed. A glance out of the corner of his eyes told him, that yes, seeing the state of these two probably wasn’t helping the other boy’s mental health. While he did feel a bit relieved to see more and more people, he couldn’t help but also feel that relief would be short lived if things continued to spiral downwards.
Stepping forward where the other had stepped back, Gavin tried to keep himself calm. He had managed to grasp onto the persona that he wore while at school despite the eerie and unsettling sensations at the start, but seeing others was affecting him more than he’d liked. He stopped a few meters from the pair and frowned for a few moments before he pushed his suspicions aside. The two didn’t really look like brother and sister for one, looking nothing alike one another. That they had taken to wandering the pitch black night without even a source of light was something he found strange too, though it did explain why they seemed scared shitless.
Pulling his phone out, he turned it on for a moment just to check the time before looking back up at the pair. “Not sure what happened to you two, but it’s only been about 10 minutes since this started for me.” Putting aside what the male had said as just a figure of speech, he shook his head. “No idea. That guy thinks it’s something supernatural, and the longer this drags out the more inclined I am to agree,” he said, gesturing at the boy that stayed away from the three of them. Talking was actually fairly good and he could feel himself calming down as he fell back into his relaxed speech. “Name’s Gavin by the way.”
Guardian Angel Haruki said Kit used her shape-shift abilities to dismiss the fox ears and tails.
Cool.
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