Shinto

In the year 1996, in an alternate universe different from our reality, there existed a city known as Shinto. Shinto is a city located at the border of East and West Japan. The country split in half because of the struggle for power. There were two powerful overlords, with unknown names and origins. Legend has it they wield the power of the Gods themselves, Fujin (Shinto God of Wind), and Fukurokuju (Shinto God of Wisdom, Luck, and Prosperity). There are demons that scourges and rampages the land, and the overlords are the ones responsible for creating armies of demons to try to gain power over the other nation.
*Fujin, Overlord who has the power of “Shinto God of Wind” who controls East Japan
*Fukurokuju, Overlord who has the power of “Shinto God of Wisdom, Luck and Prosperity” who controls West Japan
Both powerful beings were brothers, but now are fighting for the sake of their own country as well as the control for ultimate power. Shinto is the border between both countries, and some of the most elite warriors and demons lies from within the city. Some of those . . being only High School students, and here now.. the tale of “Shinto” begins.

If you want to make a bio, don't type it like:
Name:
Age:
blah blah blah, that gets boring. Anyways, just write a paragraph or two explaining your character's appearance, personality, weapon appearance, or whatever you want on the Bio page. I'll make that right now! I can provide a more accurate and detailed 'story' if you'd like, but it's optional. I got the names by researching up some stuff. You don't have to be of Japanese descent either. In that world, there's only Japan. Consider it the only 'country' in the world.

Won't really need a biopage-post for my character, since this is basically my intro-post as well as my bio. I'll be more descriptive of her when I show her powers. Meh.

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”Beyond those dark dainty eyes! Enter, Mimoto!!”

It was a dark day, the blackest of the nights. Thousands of stars from far up above from the city’s skies glimmered brightly. On top of the highest building located at the middle of Shinto, was a young girl that stood on top of her katana’s hilt. With her arms crossed, she stares at the city from up high above.

“ . . .”

Mimoto was her name, others refers to her as the “Dark Fang”. One of the laziest females in Shinto, she’s only known for her quick judgment and flawless execution of her dai-katana, the “Shinku-Tsuki” (Translated: “Crimson Moon”. She raises her head upwards, and with a quick grunt, she attempted a quick back-flip. She quickly grasped onto the hilt of her Shinku and yanked it out with ease as she descended, by only using her right hand. She then withdrew the sword back into it’s sheath which was tied onto her back.

“ . . . Hmm.”, she murmured.

Mimoto’s is a 19 year old female, with long smooth hair that was dark, yet smooth as a water stream. Her skin tone is that of an ordinary Asian person, lightly tanned. The color of her pupils are a dark hazel color, and she enjoys using these dark eyes as a way to intimidate others into doing what she wants them to do. She’s approximately 5’7 in length, weighing at around 115 lbs. Her school-girl outfit is stained with the crimson hue of blood, as to attract demons.

“Shinku.”

“Shinku . . .”

[ What. ]

“Do you think this’ll work?”

[ Best way to lure it out. ]

“I’m not waiting any longer. I need to sleep.”

[ . . . You’re a terrible demon-slayer. A lowly plebeian as you should quit trying while you’re ahead. ]

“I appreciate the enthusiasm.”, Mimoto scoffed.

Suddenly, from behind, a massive ogre appeared from out of nowhere. It hastily widened with it’s gaping jaws, attempting to devour her.

“Saw this coming.”, Mimoto smirked as she draws out her katana, using her right hand. With great speed and force, she yanked it out, turned around in a 180 degrees-spin and swirled the tip of the sword around once.
“This was over as soon as it began. “, she yawned and withdrew her katana once more and descended from above the tower. Suddenly, the demon’s body was split in half horizontally and fell apart.

[ Totally not your style. You normally enjoy playing with these little f’ckers. ]

“Yeah, but I’m sleepy. You kept me awake all night .. It’s..”, she looks at her wristwatch. “WOW, 2 AM. I need to get home..”, she leaps from one tower to the next, dashing at a mighty speed.

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I'll do a better one next post. Have fun, CoB.

After dashing for so long, she eventually reached a small street in a quiet neighborhood. She slowed down and started walking, running out of breath, she started panting heavily.

[ We’re home. ]

To her left was an abandoned house, completely torn apart and destroyed. She faced the fence in front of her house, and climbed up past the fencing.

[ Finally. Took you long enough, slow-ass. ]

“You’re so annoying.”

She went around the exterior of her house, and at the very back, was a small abandoned shed. As she walked up closer to it, she reached out with her right hand and held tightly onto the door-knob and pulled the door. As she goes in the shed, she tugs upon an incredibly thin string. Suddenly, the light flickers on and off rapidly for several seconds. Mimoto looked down at the floor, and stared at a small haystack. She jumped in the haystack, and fell all the way down into a secret tunnel.

[ I love how you use that abandoned house as a ‘decoy’ . . . While this is your actual hideout. Truly a remarkable genius, just like your father, Mimoto-chan. ]

She continues walking for several minutes, until she reached a metal door in front of her. The door stared scanning her pupils, and asked for a password as authentication.

“Code name: RAIJIN”*

(* Raijin is the Thunder God)

The door started opening by itself, and Mimoto took that chance to walk in. In front of her was a small room filled with cute fluffy stuffed teddy bears, wall-scrolls all over her walls, and toys hanging from the ceiling.

[ . . . I hate entering this room, every time. You’re such a kid. ]

“ . . . “, Mimoto dropped her head and sighed. She then started taking off her blood-stained clothes and tossed them all into a laundry basket. She slowly takes off her bra and panty, and then proceeded into throwing those into the basket as well. She walks to the left to where the bathroom was located, and grabbed a towel.

“I’m taking a bath, Shinku.”

[ Affirmative. ]

Moments later, Mimoto had gotten done showering, and was sound-asleep on her bed. Shinku was inside his sheath, and was right next to her aside her bed. Shinku started levitating by itself and started approaching her. Mimoto yawned and hugged Shinku.

“…Can’t wait.. starting school again tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the first day of class, I’ll be a Senior.”, she yawned.

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Khoi, I'm reading your post, and it seems awkward. It's dark and yet there are thousands of stars glimmering brightly? These descriptions totally contradict each other. Dark would usually indicate that it's so dark that it's hard to see anything and is more than likely cloudy, and when you usually see stars in the night sky, I'm usually expecting the sky to be clear and illuminated. Awkward description, but that's A-okay compared to some of what I've seen in Stephanie Meyer's writing.

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It was a dark day, the blackest of the night skies; he noted to himself as he gently patted down masking tape onto the glass. The city skyline was dark, but the lights of the buildings shone brightly throughout the night. But here in the alley, there is nothing but pure darkness. He looked to his side, thinking perhaps there might be someone. His eyes lay upon the corpse of a dead dog. Dog carcass in the alley this evening, tire tread on burst stomach. "This city is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scabs over, all the vermi will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up and all the whores and politicans will look up and shout: "Save us!"... and I'll look down, and whisper "no"" he mused in pure contempt. A few swift jabs, and the glass came crashing on the other side without a sound. As he came into the window, it was the sound of a crescendo. He came into her apartment. With each and every step, an ugly crimson red bloodstain was left on the carpet.

"Hm, must have been the guys outside I bumped into not long ago," he muttered to himself as he noticed the obvious traces that he had been in the room. It's not like he cared anyways. The police force was now corrupt and nearly powerless. As if they'd be able to notice a few murders here and there. He looked across the room and saw another shattered window. His eyes rolled in utter disgust. Disgust at himself, disgust at his own failure to have saved her in time; and mostly: disgust at the world for just sitting there. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the defenseless. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that subjects them to rape, torture, and death. It's us. Only us. That day, the world stood still and just watched: all the vermin, indulging in their sex and money, just didn't care about the suffering so plainly in their eyes. "How disgusting," he murmured. At the safe time, he couldn't help feel himself responsible. He wondered where he was the day she was raped, operated on, and killed.

A figure ran underneath the table. He fired the first figure. The shadow ran into the bedroom. He followed it inside.

"No...you're... you're!"


The roar of the city engulfed the scene- the roar of honking cars, the buzz of neon lights, and the roar of trains passing by, and with just that, the trigger of his P-90 was pulled with a delicate grip of the trigger. The figure was struck down, it was their doom.

"You've been hit been: no, you've been struck by- a smooth criminal."

"He" was none other than The Moonwalker, as they called him on the mafia. At least, that's what they called him when he was a formerly loyal member of the mafia. Now, he was going to go by a new name: Michael Jackson the Cyber Slayer. He was a baby faced, and yet mature looking man with tanned skin and gorgeous black hair and a nice smile; as others told him- and he stood pretty tall at 5'10". To him, he didn't seem cut out for the mafia world in terms of how he looked; but he was loyal and skilled and stood out as the best of the best. He killed for the mafia to support himself and his sister Annie; even if it meant for the two of them to separate paths in life. She was sweet, had a nice smile, and had long elegant black hair. She was pure and innocent as the falling snow now dropping from the city sky. He loved her and wanted to protect her away from the dangerous world he had to set foot in. However, one day, he failed to protect her when his so-called friend from the same mafia mob: Liu Haojun and his companions, had raped her, operated on her without anesthesia, and ultimately killed her. He cut off all ties to the mafia and vanished for a few days. Now, he was back as Michael Jackson the Cyber Slayer; but to the few close enough to him, they called him "Michael". The children were all fond of him, and they too called him "Michael".

He now looked down on Annie's body. Blood was all over the carpet, and face had a sharp expression of pain, with her mouth foaming and her body cut up. "Annie, are you okay," Michael whispered. With a breeze of the wind, he could have sworn he heard the words "I don't know." He nodded and then shed a tear as he placed her body on the bed tucked in the blankets and layed a bouquet of white roses by her side. They were her favorite. At least she got a somewhat respectful burial.

He walked out of the front entrance of the building.

"Michael!"

The children had been following him, and they adored him- he was a nice and fun guy to them after all and a role model in their lives. Their faces lit up with wide, teethy smiles.

"Hey," he said with a feigned, weak smile as he walked right past them.

It was Sunday- what a black day. Mouth to mouth resuscitation going on in the background as the sound of sounding heartbeats from intimidation filled the background.
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I do notice I have contradictory-descriptions at times, but perhaps I should have typed it up better. My fault. Give me a while to read your post, I'll probably type up something tomorrow.

EDIT: . . . . I don't know whether I'm about to twitch, or if I should LOL at your post. Perhaps I'll take my time and accomplish both.

Sorry I took too long. I was enjoying my day off (yes I know, contradictory).

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[Head shot.]

Aurora grunted, her light hazel eyes peering into the scope. Her quick, deft, hands snapped back the handle of the bolt-action sniper rifle.

[Steady....steady...]

Aurora narrowed her eyes.

[Looks like we have a runner...]

The gun exploded with a loud boom as the bullet pierced through the neck of the demon, spraying black, dirty, blood onto the ground.

[You missed the head. Now it's just going to fucking revive again.]

Three demons suddenly materialized beside the twitching body. They starting chanting some weird, unearthly message.

[Ah...I get it.]

Aurora walked away from the scene, her long, smooth black hair matching the blood of the four corpses.

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[Good loot today. You might be able to grab a Silencer for me now. Those heads costs 150 each, right?]

Aurora said nothing, but her eyes glanced all around the area.

[Alert and silent as ever, huh...I wish I got assigned to that Mimoto girl. She's legal by now, huh?]

"..."

[Two more years until you're legal, right?]

"..."

[It's no fun talking to you. The only reason I wanted to be your partner was because I get to touch your hot little ass all the time.]

"..."

[Ah, we're home.]

Aurora, yawning, laid up on top of the bench in front of Central Shinto High School, her Sniper Rifle hidden in the bushes. The bench exactly matched her height, 5'3".

Hmm, femalez. Fun. I'm guessing your weapon also has a mind of it's own? And it's a sniper-rifle.. judging by the context. Interesting. My sword talks for a reason, and I'll clear that up in my upcoming post. I'll make it later tonight, heh.

7:00 AM

The alarm clock goes off, blaring out loud Heavy Metal music.

“UGH!”, Mimoto quickly slams the palm of her left hand at the off-button on her alarm.

[ Time to go to school.. ]

Mimoto rolls off her bed, and stretches both her arms up high. She walks towards her desk and looks at her reflection in the mirror. “…Flat as ever.”, and sighed.

[ . . . If I had a human-body like I used to, I’d probably get all .. ]

“SHUT UP. That’s disgusting.. considering you’re my.. my..”, Mimoto blushed as she scolded Shinku.

[ Hey, chill. I was joking, little sister. ]

Time passes, and half an hour later, Mimoto is outside walking towards her High School. “Only a minute more, it’s right in front of me, huh. I’m going to hate this. I don’t really enjoy talking to people. People only talks to me because I have an extremely high reputation for killing demons.”, Mimoto scoffed and then crosses her arms.

[ Well, you know. Some guys likes that. ], Shinku laughed.

“Huh?”, Mimoto had a puzzled look on her face as she continues to walk.

[ That’s kinky. Guys likes violent women. ], Shinku laughed even harder this time.

“ . . . Stop joking around, pimento.”, she held tightly onto Shinku’s hilt.

[ Ow, ow, ow. Don’t break my hilt, my soul is bonded with it. What are you trying to do? KILL ME? ]

“That’s what you get! Speaking of which, Shinku.. I .. -sighs-“, Mimoto had a quick flashback.

Mimoto narrating: “It was about 10 years ago. I was only 9 years old, my brother, Shinku was about 17 years old. We were playing outside on the top of a hill. On top of that hill was a small picnic table, the sky was dark. . . There was a tree at the top of that hill. I remembered it like it was yesterday . . Shinku was incredibly sick, and he wanted to take me out to gaze at the stars. We both sat at the top of the hill, lying our backs against the tree. I was wearing a blue dress, while he only wore jeans that day, and right beside him was a sword. One might wonder, what about our parents? Well, my dad died a long time ago because of a sickness. I’m not sure what that sickness was, but I think Shinku had the same sickness. I don’t remember my mother, but I heard she died while being in child-birth. She gave life to me and died, me being her first child. Shinku isn’t my biological brother, but he’s always been there with me, from the very start. I was in an orphanage, and Shinku took care of me after the orphanage burned down. Shinku was with me when I was young, so he’s always raised me like his very own sister.. One day . . . ”

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“Stop worrying.. I’ll be fine, little sister. I promised that I’ll protect you.., so I’ll hold onto that promise. No matter what, sis.”, Shinku smiled. Shinku’s a small and frail looking guy, approximately 125 lbs and about 5’4 ft in height. Wearing nothing but his jeans and holding tightly onto a katana with his right hand, he continued to gaze at the stars. His little sister, Mimoto, cracked a smile and gazed at the stars with him. Shinku smiled devilishly and swung his left arm around Mimoto’s neck, and hugging her.

“What are you doing?!”, Mimoto blushed, her jaws suddenly dropped, and she started sweating.

“I want to hug my sister, what?”, Shinku bursted out laughing. Mimoto continued to blush, and frantically, she tried to get away from him. “So cute, haha”, Shinku lets go of Mimoto and laughs even more. Suddenly, he started coughing up blood. His heart started beating faster. Both of his hands suddenly reached for his chest, he tried to bare the pain, but could not. He fell onto the ground and curled up into a ball, trying to bear as much pain as he could.

“BROTHER!”, Mimoto started crying, her childlike hands grabbing onto her brother’s left hand. “No, God.. please.. no.. I DON’T WANT THIS!” , Mimoto bursted into tears, and raised her head up at the sky. “PLEASE, SOMEOME, SAVE MY BROTHER!”, she screamed out loud. There was nothing, but silence. They were at a forest, and nothing could be heard except the loud chirping of birds and crickets.

“Sister.. wait. I can..”, Shinku coughed up more blood, and attempted at getting up. He then kneeled and plunged his sword at the ground. He quickly spills his own blood at the hilt of the sword, coughing over and over. With the hilt of the sword covered in blood, he then closed his eyes, and starts chanting an incantation of some sort in another language. His body started shining, and his legs were the first to fade away.

“SHINKU!!!”, Mimoto pleaded, holding tightly onto Shinku’s body with all her might from behind. Shinky smirked, and then his chest and arms started fading away. All that remains now is a floating head that slowly fades away from the neck and upwards.

“Sister . . . I’ll be alright. As long as you want me to protect you, I shall. Remember, the hilt is key. Heh.”, Shinku said his last words, and faded away. Mimoto stared at the sword, and couldn’t stop crying. Seeing her brother’s blood all over the hilt of the sword was unbearable for her. She then pulled the sword out, with all of her might, holding tightly onto the sword’s hilt with both of her hands.
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Mimoto narrating: “That was then, and here I am now, with my brother.. heh.”

[ What… ]

“Uh, never mind. It’s nothing..”, Mimoto puts Shinku back inside his sheath and continues walking straight towards the school.

[ . . You’re acting strange, you’re starting to worry me. Anyways, you’re already late. ]

15 minutes later..

Shinku is inside the high school, in a small corridor, students and teachers galore continue to be in awe at her appearance. She had on a tight black blouse that had cute designs of grey-colored hearts on it. Wearing tight black-colored leather pants that looked like bell-bottoms, and dark black boots. On her back was Shinku, whom was inside his sheath. Her hair was tied into a pony-tail.

Suddenly, a mysterious figured showed up, and spoke to Mimoto from behind. “I see you’re wearing glasses now!”. Who is this mysterious person?


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There, intro set for someone, have fun. ;P

Damn it. I thought there was some other reason why your sword talks to you. Now I have to make my sniper rifle a person.

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Yawning from the bench, Aurora rubbed her eyes. She was usually a deep sleeper, but something about having a thousand adolescents walking past her to the High School makes you wake up.

“Uh, never mind. It’s nothing..." remarked one of them just now.

Aurora smirked. Seems like her friend caught her staring at someone, probably a guy.

[What....it's time for school?]

"Yeah..." Aurora breathed.

[Wow, I never heard you talk for a lonnng time. Man, your voice gets even hotter every time I...HEY WAIT, YOU JUST SEVERED MY HEAD OFF!]

Chuckling, Aurora left the barrel of the Sniper Rifle under the bushes and stuffed the scope into her pocket.

"No weapons in school."

[Holy shit, you just spoke 5 words today. That's a world record.]

Up ahead, a stunning girl strutted across the hallway. While guys, teachers, and even female teachers stared at her, Aurora barely glanced before coming to the conclusion of "slut." As Aurora strode past her, she noticed that she belonged to the same classroom as her...

[Huh, if you've never skipped a grade, you wouldn't be in the same classroom as her.]

All of a sudden, someone sprang up to the "slut." and said “I see you’re wearing glasses now!”

"Probably her boyfriend..." Aurora thought.

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My posts are terribly short compared to you guys, lol.

Like I said to Tobias via visitor-comments, the sword serves a purpose. I didn't add the fact that it 'spoke' just to make the character seem cool, haha. There are reasons why my character is a bit rough but soft on the inside too, I'll have to elaborate more when the story progresses. I really like Mimoto so far, I didn't expect my own character to be so different from the previous female characters I've made in the past. Hmm.. I'll read your post in a moment!

LOL@"Probably her boyfriend"

xddddddd

I've given hints about her weapon's weakness too, probably more than once. Actually, I'll elaborate. The hilt is where the soul of Shinku resides, if the blade of the sword is broken, chipped apart, whatever.. Shinku isn't hurt at all. He feels no pain from that, the hilt is the weakness. Mimoto only used a regular slash during the kill of the 1st demon, but she has other powers. Her brother is a mage, which is why he could transfer his own soul into the hilt of the sword. Can Mimoto do that as well? No. She's human, well.. partially.. hehe.

so its the hip new thing to do this now? okay, ill seperate my entry from non-entry with squiggles.
and sorry guys, ill leave my entry a bit... well, you'll see.
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Sunlight broke through the window, bathing the inside of his bedroom with light. He stirred in his bed, another restless night spent in his dreams. Dreams filled with memories of his past, of all the demons he slayed. Tossing and turning as the light from the early morning sun hit his face and woke him from his restless slumber.

"Good morning boy. Are you awake yet?" Already, Black was there. He stirred, rubbing the dirt from the corners of his eye. He slowly got up and rose out of bed, yawning and stretching out his arms and back. He glanced over at the clock on the wall. He let out a sigh and walked over to the closet.

"It's only 7:00... I didn't even get four hours of sleep." He grunted as he stripped off his old shirt and pants and put on his new school uniform. He had arrived a week in advance, to survey the town, as well as to gather the supplies he would need in his new school. For the past 3 days, he managed to find a rather cheap clock with a picture of some anime creature on the face, a small night-stand, and a desk. He spent another day going out and purchasing the necessary garments for his school uniform. During this time he left Equinox at home, he wasn't sure how the people would react to seeing a foreigner wielding a massive scythe concealed inside of a guitar bag, but he did not want to find out either.

"Boy, how many times have I told you you need to stop trying to fight those demons, and start understanding them? They have tremendous powers, powers the likes of which you can't even begin to fathom," said Black, nagging at the insides of his head. His voice was coarse, jagged, tired. He knew that Black was not happy with his current predicament. Tobias walked over to the mirror to inspect his uniform and make sure that his tie was straight and his newly styled hair was neat. "And what the hell is this? Your hair was just fine before," started Black, fading into view next to Tobias' reflection. "And you even died it? That bastard half of us has gotten to you again, boy. I want you to change your hair back to its black color, now."

"Look, Black," Tobias started, answering to his reflection, "I'm not from this land. I need to make myself look approachable if I want to get any answers here. It's bad enough that I couldn't help but notice the large amount of demons in this damned town. I came here to try and get away from them, not get further involved."

Suddenly, White appeared in the mirror, standing on the opposite side of Black, behind Tobias. He laid his hand on Tobias' shoulder and smiled. "Listen, Tobi, you have a great power. That scythe you have hidden away, that is your, our tool. It is as much a part of you as we are." White and Black faded out of the reflection and retreated back into his mind. He started to feel unsure about going to school; he was nervous about starting over in a strange world.

He walked over to the closet and grabbed his school bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He then walked over to the door and pulled on the knob. A shivering chill ran down his arm and up his spine. "Am I really ready for this?" he asked himself before leaving his small apartment room.



Along the walk to the school, he saw a stray demon floating above some young boy. He was wearing a school-child's school uniform, and was walking along with his parents and other small children. The demon looked harmless, merely watching over the boy as he, like Tobias, was walking to school. While he was out gathering his supplies, he noticed that several others walking down the streets and sidewalks were carrying guns, swords, and even in one case an axe. When he tried to approach them and ask why they carried their weapons out in public, he was shocked to hear the response.

"Hey, almost everyone here can see these demons," said a little kid with spiked hair, died green. "Some aren't really all that bad, and some even help. I carry my Midori Kitsune here for when I spot a demon thats out to cause harm to others," said the young man carrying a bladed ring. It looked almost like an oversived hula hoop to him. "Why, you gotta problem with that foreign-guy?"

"No, no problem, I'm sorry," said Tobias faintly. "Just, where I'm from, no one else really notices the demons..." Tobias looked up and saw a plane flying in the sky, its engines letting out a loud roar through the air.

"Well, look mister, I've got to get going now. See ya later!" The boy ran off down the sidewalk, nimbly dodging people left and right as he ran. Well, thought Tobi, at least the name is fitting of his weapon. He turned back and looked again at the list in his hand, and resumed shopping for various items.

Off in the distance, Tobias looked up and saw the building slowly start to appear. The gate was surrounded by many large bushes and shrubberies, several benches dotted along the sidewalk. He thought he saw a girl leaving something hidden behind one of the bushes, but a passing train obstructed his view and forced him to wait until he could get a better glimpse of what was there. While he was standing there, he saw another person standing next to him. He was tall, probably 6'1", and had short buzzed-cut hair. He was wearing the same uniform as Tobias, and was carrying a tiny piccolo in his hands.

"Heh, what kind of pansy carries a fucking baby flute around with him, eh boy?" The man turned and looked down at Tobi, and gave him a very angry look.

"You say something, punk? You say something about my piccolo?" Tobias could see that his right hand was clenched into a tight fist. Tobias just stood there and stared him down.

"No, I didn't say anything." Tobias and the guy stared at each other for a good few moments more, each trying to out-glare the other. Eventually Tobias turned his head forward out of boredom, and sighed. "I apologize if my words offended you, they were not my own."

"Listen up kid," the other student started, "I dunno who you are, or who you think you are, but lemme set this straight, okay? I'm in charge here, you got that?" He put out his hand and pointed his big index finger at Tobias' chest. Tobias quickly grabbed it and pulled it backwards. His eye grew sinister and his brow furrowed.

"And I don't know who you think YOU are, kid! I aint that platypus Tobias, I won't hesitate to smash your face against the ground you little maggot," said Black. The voice was coarse still, raspy with fatigue. The student pleaded for him to let go of his hand, and Tobias smiled with a sinister sneer. "Next time I see your fucking face, I will not hold back from breaking it in. Got that!?"

Just then the train had finally finished passing by, and Tobias walked over the tracks, his normal blank expression on his face. The other student was curled up in a fetal position on the ground and crying, clutching his hand. His poccolo was lying on the ground in front of him, broken in half.

As he walked closer to the building, Tobias heard the sounds of the bells starting to chime, and saw the gate to his school starting to close. He saw several other boys and girls, all dressed similarly, running for the school. He decided to follow suit and run as fast as he could. He did not want to be late coming in to his first day of class in a new school.
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Now the fun begins with the exploration of Black and White.
not only are they voices in his head just that, when they speak they use him as a medium. Is Tobias a schizophrenic, or is he haunted? And what about the scythe, what's the story about that?

Next up please.

This is extremely interesting. What a nice twist to things. I guess since the person behind me isn't Tobias' character, nor is it CoB's.. I can either wait for someone else, or.. -smirks- Actually, I'll make it one of those random minor characters that shows up. -idea- Might be a good way to do a 1-page worth of text on Mimoto's true power too. BRB, making it right now.

Sh't is real.

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Mimoto raised her eyebrow, and tilted her head around to take a closer glance at the person behind her. It was a huge male, with bulging muscles and veins popping out all over his arms. Sporting a tight white T-shirt, and thick work pants, he also had his hair gelled and spiked-up. His skin was dark, and his hair was the color of auburn. This guy must have been around 6 ft in height, and has to weigh well over 200 lbs.

“ . . . What do you want?”, Mimoto questioned the strange guy as she crosses her arms.

“Heh, I see your appearance changed. Back then, when you first entered the High School, you were just like everybody. But over time, you’ve became one of the most cockiest and arrogant girls in this school. Regardless of how strong everybody here claims you are, I want to witness your power for myself. With my own eyes! Show me your strength, Mimoto!”, he cracks his knuckles and grins.

[ . . . . Idiot. ]

“You want to die? You realize the school has specific rules about not killing each other, right? Unless . . . you’re willing to risk your own life, then it’s acceptable under the school’s rules. I don’t even know you, and the fact that you’re asking to challenge me out of nowhere is not only pure idiocy, but you will get yourself killed. You have no idea who you’re up against.”, Mimoto turns around and walks away.

Everyone surrounding Mimoto and the strange guy started whispering to each other, noises could be heard through-out the hallway. Aurora on the other hand, continued to observed Mimoto’s actions.

“No, you’re coming with me, right now!”, the guy yelled, as he ran up to Mimoto and tapped her on her right shoulder. Mimoto turns around, and her eyes glowed that of a crimson color for a split-second. Her eyes showing nothing but pure rage, she glares at the guy.

“Fine, if you’re that desperate to die. So be it.”, Mimoto smirked. She dashed to the right of her and saw a small opening, it was a window. She suddenly jumped out of the window and noticed that she is 2 floors up from the ground. The sky was sunny today, and the winds were strong. As she descended, she used her right hand to pull out Shinku by the hilt.

“Shinku!”, she yelled.

[ Right.]

She held tightly onto Shinku’s hilt, and plunged the tip of the sword at the ground as hard as she could a split-second before descending upon the ground. She yanks out Shinku with ease, and looked up at the window where she jumped out of. The random guy jumped out right after her, and as he landed, his body created a violent tremor which could be heard throughout the school. Students from all over the school opened their windows and started to watch Mimoto.

“She’s fighting, again? How many challengers has this been?”

“Dunno.. but I heard this guy is willing to risk his own life, because he wants her to fight to her fullest extent, unlike the previous challengers. He wants her to use.. Shinku-tsuki. She only uses Shinku when she’s serious, other times, she just takes a couple jabs at people and they run away, guffaw~”

Wielding Shinku on her right hand, she aimed the tip of the katana at the guy’s face from far away. She slowly pivoted her legs into a horse-stance, with her right leg being in front.

[ Baka . . . He wants you to use the me as a weapon, I don’t know what his plan is, but be extremely careful. Must be pretty damn smart if he challenges you while using Shinku-tsuki… So be careful, don’t rush into a battle like an idiot. ]

“Ok, no more talking. Let’s get this over with.”, Mimoto smiled, then dashes over at the guy.

”One”, Mimoto yelled out, she swung Shinku from her right side to her left horizontally, attempting to cut the guy’s body down in half. The guy stepped back and avoided the fatal-blow. ”Two!”, she quickly jumped at the guy, and attempted at plunging the katana’s tip at his chest. He demonstrates his quick reflexes by moving his body to the right of Mimoto.

“WHAT?!”, Mimoto’s eyes widened. She has never faced such an agile opponent, for one that is of his size. Shinku missed and almost plunged directly into the ground, but Mimoto pulled him out in time, then attempted at a final attack as she turned around to face the guy.

”BREAK!”*, she screamed out loud, and thrusted Shinku as hard as she could, aiming for the guy’s face. However, he quickly caught onto her movements and style, and with his bare hands, he caught onto the blade of the katana.

(“One, Two, Break” is a skill-name for one of her techniques. It’s nothing more than a quick horizontal slash, followed by a diving-motion with the tip of the sword aimed at the target. The user then retrieves the weapon, back-jumps away, and then thrusts the sword once at the opponent’s body. In this case, Mimoto missed all 3 hits.)

“I thought you were powerful, oh-mighty Mimoto.”, the guy mocked her as he continues to hold tightly onto Shinku’s blade.

“Ok. I can stop messing with you now. You’re the first person that was able to do this, nobody I’ve fought could have predicted my movements so well. Not only that, but you could see my movements extremely well if you could have stopped me from killing you during that last strike. If you wish to see my strength, so be it. But enjoy it while you die, begging for mercy.”, Mimoto replied. Suddenly, there was a strange black aura around her body.

(Song: "Ferocious Drive” by SSH starts playing as Mimoto’s cloaked by her own dark aura)

The power of her dark blames surrounds her entire body, and then eventually reached Shinku and covered him. The mysterious guy released Shinku in the nick of time before he got burnt.

“This.. is my power. They don’t call me Dark Fang for no reason. I have the power to draw out dark flames from within my body, and you’re the 2nd person to make me use this form. I’m a half ‘Dark Flame’ demon, and half-human. You probably realize that now, heh.”, she landed on the ground after retrieving Shinku back.

[ . . . (She remembered..) ]

“WHAT THE - - - … NOOOO! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”, the guy became more violent and aggressive, upon seeing Mimoto’s true powers.

[ (I guess he must have been studying all of her fights up until this point, because he figured out all of her movements when she attempted at striking him at his vital-organs. Not only did he predicted them, but he could see her movements extremely well. He even stopped me from diving at his face. The fact that he is now freaking out, signifies that he doesn’t know what to do. Which means . . .) Mimoto! Now’s your chance! ]

”GaryouKuuha!”, Mimoto dashed at the guy for one last time. As she reached closer to him, she started sliding on the ground. She punched his crotch with her right hook, while he attempted to grab her, but missed entirely. She then quickly utilizes the timing to kill him, as she quickly stabbed the guy at his crotch while she’s directly beneath him. Using Shinku, she plunged it at his crotch. Blood spewed all over her, but her dark flames burnt the blood before it could even touch her body. With one quick motion, she yanked out Shinku, and back flipped away. The strange guy bled profusely, and blood was spewed all over the grass. The color of new blood and mildew created a light coloration of crimson. Mimoto continued staring at the guy, and watched as he collapses on the ground.. dead. Blood flowed out of his body, and seeped into the ground and stained the grass.

Mimoto puts Shinku away, her flames started disappearing as well. She aimed her head high at the sky, to stare at the clouds. She then fell into a kneeling position, due to overwhelming exhaustion. She started panting, and sweating. She tries to stand up, but begins limping really slowly as she makes her way up to her class.

[ … You shouldn’t use your powers like that. That was too reckless, like I said before. You’re not a full-blooded demon, you can’t use the dark flames like that, you might collapse due to exhaustion. You know better, sister. ]

Mimoto didn’t said a word, and suddenly collapsed before she could reach the stairs.
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Small summary, it's basically one of those.. "FUCK YOU, BITCH! I CAN USE FLAMES~" moments that you see in anime, when the person using flames could protect themselves from harm. I just reviewed my post, and my own character reminds me of Shana from Shakugan no Shana, the Amaterasu-skill from Naruto, and Hiei's Dragon of the Darkness Flame as well as Sword of the Darkness Flame from Yu Yu Hakusho. Sure be lots of flames in anime.

Actually, I'm starting to notice that the story is reminding me of Shakugan no Shana, Yu Yu Hakusho, and a bit of Bleach. LULS. Sh't. Totally wasn't intended, but this is hot. I like it.

Ah ha ha good thing I decided not to be the random person that poked you.

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"Huh....that was Mimoto?" Aurora thought as she watched the fight.

[Funny...I almost got assigned to her, but Shinku decided to be her weapon. Charming girl.]

"Bit pompous, really. She knows nothing about stealth. She's like one of those anime characters that yells out her move every time she attacks."

[True, true...she has a lot of fans, though. Who was that guy who played "Ferocious Drive" on the radio?]

"Don't know, don't care..." Aurora suddenly grinned.

[What? You think you can challenge her?]

"Obviously not in close range combat...but if she's at least 100 meters away from me, she stands no chance."

[...you're going to attack her?]

"If she gets too strong, perhaps."

[W-w-w-wah...?]

"Time for homeroom."

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My post are REALLY short.

It's not a problem if your posts are shorter than mine. Don't compare yourself to me, since I'm accustomed to posting really long RP-posts. :X I've done longer ones, especially ones that had descriptive-imagery... But uh, yeah, lol! My character's a violent peach, mang. Anyways, tee-hee. Can't wait, I'll probably take a break so you guys can post whatever. My character's passed out, so yeah.

Actually, someone can go ahead and 'take care' of my character, however they wish. She's unconscious.. so.. <_<; Technically, there's not much I can do, unless I somehow make her wake-up for no reason, or add unnecessary minor characters that has no or very little significance to the story.

...aha hahaha... Girl kicks ass...
i see a way to utilize this with Tobias... though ill wait to see what plays out with that. and lol, you punched him then impaled him through his crotch? what a bi'tch move.
so i suppose its my turn now? what about smooth?

...aha hahaha... Girl kicks ass...
i see a way to utilize this with Tobias... though ill wait to see what plays out with that. and lol, you punched him then impaled him through his crotch? what a bi'tch move.
so i suppose its my turn now? what about smooth?

Not sure about Smooth. Whoever gets to it first, I suppose. CoB and me did quite a few already, hehehe. The impaling thing wasn't necessary, but I wanted to show how much of a bitch she was when she gets into a fight. Hand-to-hand combat's different though, hmm.

PS: My chick's a bit short, and flat as f'ck too. So if you guys are imagining her as some really hot busty chick with huge tits, you're doing it wrong, LOLOLOLOL. Just saying. xd Probably B-cups, I'll describe a bit more in some sorta post in the upcoming future, lawl.

Yu Yu Hakusho, and a bit of Bleach.

I liked Bleach better when it was called "Dragonball Z" and "Yu Yu Hakusho".
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The monotonous, noisy drone filled the bedroom of the dingy, dilapidated apartment at 7:00 A.M. Michael yawned, and then groaned as his hand reached for the button. As he stepped out of bed, the floorboards creaked a cacophonous sound; and with each step, the noise could be heard again and again. He stretched his arms high, and lowered them to his sides. He leaned his body forward into a 45 degree angle with the ground, and he was ready as ever for the day after that part of his stretching exercises. After getting dressed into a bartender's suit and brushing his teeth, he picked up his signature tommy gun and P90; "Liberian Girl" and "Speed Demon".

Michael walked up to the local bagel shop for his breakfast. The usual- a buttered bagel and orange juice to go. Can't quite have a morning without orange juice. With orange juice and bagel in hand, he ate his breakfast on his way to the high school.

Reaching the front entrance, he stopped for a moment to eye a girl sleeping on the bench as many walked past the two of them. For her tiny stature of what seemed to be 5'3" in height, she seemed so strong; but in her sleep, she seemed serene and peaceful.

"Beauty is indeed one of the worst of all snares," thought Michael as he began to stroke her black hair and turned her body to the side. "You shouldn't sleep with your stomach out," whispered Michael with his great, gleaming grin.

"You're in here for a job, Mr. "Man in the Mirror". You're not here for the girls. Let's not forget that, shall we," snickered Speed Demon.

"Of course I know. Besides, I'm not really that interested in younger women. Hell, I'm not that interested in relationships with others."

"Oh really now? You seemed captivated by her," said Liberian Girl in a dirty tone.

"Imagine a suitcase, a backpack, or a briefcase. Your choice. You have to decide what to pack in it to carry with you throughout your life. First, you start out small with your material possessions: from as small as the wristwatch on my arm to your television to your couch and probably at largest, your home. Imagine all the weight pounding down on you. But heaviest of all are your relationships. Friendships, arguments, trust, compromises, responsibility: these weigh down on you the most. Imagine trying to move with this sort of weight. You're essentially a sitting duck and powerless to move against the downward pull down the hill of life. The less we can resist, the faster we die. The more commitment we take, the faster we fall; and we lose less and less ability to move on our own.

People seem to put so much into relationships; it's as if relationships are a bloodsucking vampire of people and their time. It's fascinating how people can value relationships the most and yet they are oh so fragile. Fragile as glass, and with very few of the bubble wrap and Styrofoam pellets to keep them stable and surviving. If it breaks and you still try to hold on to it despite it being broken, you're still carrying a major weight with you until the bitter end by trying to hold onto that something.

We were not meant to be lost under tangled webs of relationships to keep us from moving on in life. If living is to move on continually, we cannot free ourselves if our lives are so complicated from relationships. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans, and the idealistic Catholic marriage that supposedly lasts for a life time. We are not swans. We are sharks. Think logically: if an arm is infected, you amputate it before it spreads. This is the same principle with relationships. We are to avoid major relationships to avoid too much complication and to be able to move freely on our own; and if any relationships, they are simple and quick. All relationships are to be terminated as soon as they are not needed."

"A++ response, would listen again," snickered Speed Demon. Michael kicked Speed Demon. "Ouch."

"Is that so? If that is the case, what about your little sister, Annie," said Liberian Girl.

Michael let the wind blow against his hair, causing it to fly up. He was at a loss of words; but he didn't want to let his weapons' egos know, so he responded the only way he knew: act cool. He nodded to the sleeping girl, and put a fedora on as he entered the building. This was business now.

Thanks to the sunglasses and fedora, nobody seemed to recognize him. This allowed him to do his mission freely without having to face any confrontation about why a 24 year old man was in the school; which he would have to face had he not disguised himself given that everyone was familiar with him. He couldn't let a single soul know he was acting as the demon bounty hunter "The Man in the Mirror". "It's hard enough for a man to deal with the corruption in society, let alone the demons in the world." thought Michael. The world around him was indeed tough due to so much human corruption reigned throughout society and there was the constant threat of demons. He had to fight in whatever ways he could, and he had to make a living; so he had chosen the path of a demon bounty hunter to make a living and make the world a better place- hence his name "The Man in the Mirror": taking a look at himself and then making a change to the world. He couldn't return to the mafia as "The Moonwalker" after what had happened to his sister, so he decided to pose as a newcomer demon bounty hunter to make a living now; and if he made enough of a name for himself on the street, he would one day encounter Liu Haojun and his companions and finally avenge his sister: after all, it would be much easier than charging headfirst again the whole organization at once.

Today's mission for him: two high level demons had infiltrated the school, posing as one of the students. Normally, most demons stayed hidden in the dark nooks and crannies of the city; or hid on the streets- but these ones was different. Morphers. How troublesome, and worse yet, they was stronger and more dangerous than common demons. He'd have to be on his toes.

Suddenly, he saw a mob gather around to watch a rather strong looking girl fight a large boy. He ignored the fight, knowing the girl would win.

"...dat ass," he whispered to Speed Demon.

They chuckled together. It would be hard to root out the demon from the crowd. Suddenly, he saw flames emerge from the center of the mob. It must have been the girl, he thought. For a second, he looked at her dark, dainty eyes and grinned at her with his usual wide, teethy grin for a split second; and then he turned away and vanished. He now realized who she was: Mimoto, or as they called her "Dark Fang". He hoped she wasn't chasing after the same demon he was after. Suddenly, he saw a lone boy. His eyes were swollen and pink, his hair messy and a greasy looking black, and his arms were covered in goosebumps. As Michael looked at him, he clutched himself and he ran with a panicked expression on his face into a classroom among the many students were beginning to enter.

"Looks like we've found one of our demons," said Liberian Girl.

"Darn," thought Michael. Michael realized that he couldn't strike while the demon was in class, posing as a student; nor could he strike the demon during passing time between classes as he'd draw too much attention to himself. He'd just have to follow the demon's whereabouts the whole day. He decided to find some way to relax. He decided to listen to music on his CD player, but the boy playing music by S.S.H. was still there. The radio blaring in the background was too darn loud. He wanted to be able to listen to his own music in peace, rather than what someone else was forcing on his ears.

Two taps to the shoulder, and the boy holding the radio turned around. It was blaring some rather loud music, so he wouldn't have been able to notice otherwise.

"Would you please turn that off?"
"How about no?"

"Good riddance," thought Michael in spite. "Michael, why'd you let him go? He was one of the demons we were looking for and we had him in an isolated situation where we could have killed him quietly without anyone noticing," yelled Speed Demon. Now Michael realized the challenge ahead of him: he had to track down two morphers at once who'd be at two different locations constantly, making it hard to keep track of them. Confused what to do, he looked to his side. He noticed Mimoto's body lay on the stairs with Shinku held firmly into her hands. "That could be problematic," he thought. He reached around her waist and lifted her up. Surprisingly, despite all of her strength she had shown in battle, her body felt light in his arms; and her body against his while in his arms felt soft and gentle; but mostly warm. Perhaps this was a characteristic she had thanks to being half "Dark Flame" demon, he thought to himself.

He was about to lay her down and nurse her, but he had heard a footstep. The footstep grew louder and louder. Shoot. It was a teacher patrolling the hallways. Thinking on his feet, Michael took Mimoto with him inside of a sealed dumpster. The only thing he could do now was wait with the unconscious body of Mimoto; as he hadn't counted on teachers and he couldn't keep watch for the demons as he'd seem suspicious holding the unconscious body of Mimoto with him everywhere; and had he turned Mimoto into the nurse's office, he'd be exposed. He pulled out his CD player, and played Dionne Warwick's "What the World Needs Now" and hummed to himself; awaiting for a safe time to get out thanks to the dead end he had reached.


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Wrote in leniency for a possible hiatus for myself. Might write in a possible extra section of dialogue with Speed Demon and Liberian Girl to explain them more while Michael Jackson's in the dumpster.

Wow, lol!!! ^

I'm speechless. xd Dumpster? WHAT? L-O-L

What are you talking about? Your character is 5'7". My character is only 5'3".

When Mira get son IRC she's going to make fun of you Khoi. The old RPG had at least 2 of my characters with castrated dicks.

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Damn you Smooth. You pedophile D=.

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"Mimoto? Mimoto *****, are you in class?"

Students looked around in confusion for Mimoto.

"I just saw her this morning," one remarked.

"Yeah, she killed that other dude. What was his name? Kanye West?"

"Heh, he deserved it, challenging my precious Mimoto like that..."

Aurora scoffed.

"Hey, what was that?"

"It was a scoff," Aurora smirked.

The other student suddenly rose up.

"Are you making fun of me?" he demanded.

"Now now students....no fighting in class..." the teacher warned.

"Yeah...coward."

"DO...NOT...MAKE...FUN...OF ME!" the guy howled. He pulled out some kind of mace and swung it wildly at Aurora.

[Huh, he missed by a mile.]

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!???!?!" the mace-wielding dude raged. Desks went flying everyone as students ducked for cover.

Everyone pointed out of the open window. Aurora was at least forty feet away, almost near a certain bench.

"COME BACK HERE YOU BIT-"

[Headshot. I told you you should've brought my body inside the school.]

"What was my time?" Aurora said abruptly.

[Oh...erm...roughly 10.238 seconds per 100 meters.]

"Damn, I'm out of shape."

-Short timeskip-

"So...uh...is Aurora here?"

"Present." Students started muttering as the Sniper said her name.

"Isn't she the bastard with that whore mom?"

"Oh, really? I've never heard that. I did hear the fact she killed her mom, though..."

"I heard her father was actually a scientist experimenting with his offspring, though..."

"Well, I never heard of all of that, but I heard her...." the boy's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.

"...father is the Overlord of East Japan."

"Three out of four correct..." Aurora smiled.