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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Fin | Jun 23 2011, 01:58 PM Post #1 |
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THE HALF-PHANTOM Character Name: Kotoka Youma Gender: A girl... duh. I may be flat but I still have them! Guh...! I called myself flat... Age: Chronologically, more than 700 years old. In appearance she's around... 15 years old. Height: 153cm Weight: 40kg ...maybe... half-phantom have weights? Description or Image of Character Appearance She's so cute Occupation: Freeloader and Student Grade Level: 1st Year Powers/ Abilities Anchored Between Life And Death ~ The Half-Phantom Hundreds of years ago, there was a magician who played with life and death. One of his experiments involved drawing hundreds of souls of the dead, reviving all of them into a single amalgamation of a very powerful spiritual entity fueled by mere spiritual power. It failed. To him anyway. Unbeknownst to him though, a new life has been reborn. One of the very many souls he had called upon, reincarnated as a half-human, half-ghost. ...A bit unorthodox if you think about it. But she's not exactly fully reincarnated. While the merging of the hundreds of souls were successful... to put it simply, Kotoka Youma is stuck in a limbo between life and death. She's not exactly dead, the body she had obtained during reincarnation anchored half of her soul to the world preventing her from passing away peacefully. Yet at the same time, she's not exactly alive either, with half her soul already in afterlife. Her soul may be separated, but they are still the single soul of Kotoka Youma, branched out between two different plane of existence. The duality nature of her existence granted her a somewhat strange ability. The very concept of a soul is that a soul is an incredibly sturdy and hardy entity, being able to stay in one piece even after the main body housing the soul had been destroyed. Youma, being a half-human and half-ghost, obtained a body with properties from both world. Her body is very much physical and tangible, just like any living human body, but it's... incredibly hardy. Her body does not deteriorate naturally, she is incapable of being killed by any conventional means, any wounds or injuries she has will be completely healed at an accelerated rate, even loss of limbs given enough time. But we need to remember, her body is practically fueled by raw spiritual energy. What this means, any weapon or attack that can directly harm souls and spirits would be extremely effective against her, as it deals damage directly to her very means of existence. Wounds and injuries inflicted on her from such weapon or attack would not heal at the same accelerated rate, in fact it would heal much slower than even a normal human healing rate. Something to mention, a certain incident a while back with a shinigami have caused her a traumatic flashback causing her to literally wrench a part of the other half of her soul out from afterlife, fueled by her desire to live. Thanks to this, she has regained a fairly large amount of her spiritual power pool that had went unused for over seven hundred years, but at the same time it made her... less immortal and more human than ever. She still won't die, but you can now at least take her down and she'll stay that way longer. If you can touch her in the first place. Seven Hundred Years of Experience ~ Knowledge is Power Granted, all of her powers from seven hundred years ago may have been almost completely leeched out from her during her time being sealed away, but she still retains all of her actual learned skills and knowledge. Her fighting skill with swords especially is very dangerous, and that's not even counting whatever useful or mundane skills she might have picked up during her seven hundred years of living. ...Which, come to think of it, isn't much, since she's been doing nothing but fight for who knows how long... My Friends for Seven Hundred Years ~ Hakurouken and Roukanken Crafted from her own soul, her two signature weapons she had accompanying her through all of her hardship since the first time she could remember holding them in her hands. Hakurouken, the White-Tower Sword, is a katana that is said to be able to dispel confusion and illusion by literally cutting through it. Roukanken, the Watchtower Sword, is a nodachi said to have been forged by the Youkais, and cannot be wielded by normal humans, mainly because of it's massive spiritual density. Being weapons that are quite literally materialized from the soul of the user themselves, the swords main characteristic is their ability to directly harm and destroy souls, cutting through them as good as any flesh, blood and bone. Their strength, sharpness and durability are highly dependent on the spiritual, mental and willpower of the user. The swords have a tendency to break under extreme pressure and stress, and naturally, reforming new ones would end up with a much weaker version thanks to the depleted spiritual energy in a prolonged fight. Aside from that though, the user can very easily dispel and resummon them as much as they want. Equipment You Have: Hakurouken and Roukanken: Hakurouken, the White-Tower Sword, is a katana that is said to be able to dispel confusion and illusion by literally cutting through it. Roukanken, the Watchtower Sword, is a nodachi said to have been forged by the Youkais, and cannot be wielded by normal humans, mainly because of it's massive spiritual density. M-Phone: By raising this megaphone and shouting aloud "Ouendan" the user recieves aid from the Hyakuji Cheer Squad for their spirit and will begin helping them to change around and possibly overcome a desperate sitaution. This item may be used at any time and for any situation. Residency Request: Room 301 of Yuki Dormitory Schedule: Homeroom Teacher: Mare
Personality Description: You do not underestimate her small stature, because behind that cute little green and white exterior is a sharp, smart and wise seven hundred years old spirit (half-spirit). Mostly calm and collected, she is a person who always thinks before she acts, always looking ahead with an open mind. However, despite her mature brain she has the heart of a typical teenage girl. She likes cute things, sweet stuff, oftentimes getting excited over whatever girls would gets excited at. Can't help it, can she? If anyone tells her to act her age (more than seven hundred years old), she'd give, "Oh come on. I haven't had something like this for like... seven hundred years," as an excuse. On that note, she is quite prideful of her seven hundred years worth of life experience, never neglecting to mention it every time she attempts to do something she KNOWS she'll be good at. However that doesn't stop her from acting like she's proficient at stuff she doesn't have a clue on how to start. She doesn't even know how to use a stove but she insists on making a 'grand' dinner to celebrate her new roommate. She couldn't memorize her way around the city, but that doesn't stop her from wandering around as she likes. She would confidently cross a busy road when the pedestrian light shows 'NO CROSSING', she gets distracted by a movie preview shown on a large plasma television in an electronic shop... she goes to class in her pajama... er... Let's just say... her lack of knowledge of the modern world pretty much classifies her as a troublemaker. Sorta. She admits it, but she's not ashamed or embarrassed about it. Which... only leads to even more trouble. Well, at least we know she's made out of confidence and determination. She is brutally honest whenever she speaks (unless she chooses to lie or attempts to be subtle). Her words knows no bounds whenever she talks to someone, sometimes to the point of hurting the feelings of the others, and she usually doesn't even realize it when it happens. But even if she does, it's hard to find her apologize because she's almost always sure that she's right. And it's not just some groundless claim. She's seven hundred years old. She's ALWAYS right. However, rest assured that she's free from any ill-intent. Well. Most of the time. She's known to be extremely snarky to some people. For good reasons. Personal History: Once upon a time in the 14th century, there was a magician, in a derelict cathedral filled with deaths and destruction from moments ago. He was standing at the very center of the wreck, hands in the air, tracing complex movements in the air with his mouth soundlessly moving about as he recited some incomprehensible words or sentences. In front of him, a blood red magic circle filled with scriptures and glyphs was being traced without the means to do so. Here and there, the lines connected to each other, symbols and alien languages scrawled and glyphs drawn. The circle was completed, and it shone a dim blood red. At the very center of it was the broken hilt of a sword. The necromancer halted his chanting. The circle stopped glowing and dimmed down. A grin cracked on the hooded face of the necromancer, before all of a sudden, the magic circle began to flash brilliantly in bright blood red. Dust and debris was kicked up as something akin to a mini-typhoon began to develop with the magic circle acting as the the to the typhoon. He could feel it, the massive surge of magical and spiritual energy flooding the entire confinement...! All he had to do... is this! "το παρελθόν και το μέλλον είναι η σημερινή ... Παραβίαση των συνόρων, μεταξύ των φλόγες του κόλαση και οι άνεμοι της παράδεισο ... Αυτές οι χέρια έχουν εμπλοκής σε χιλιάδες πύλες, όμως θα επιτύχουμε ποτέ τίποτα ... Για άλλη μια φορά το χέρια θα απελευθερωθεί ένα ακόμα, σφαίρας των οινοπνευματωδών ποτών, κόσμων των ψυχών, θα χαιρετίσω τριών!" ...Nothing happened. The robed necromancer blinked slightly in confusion, slowly turning to anger and frustration. He marched over to the center of the circle, picking up the broken sword hilt, turning it around as he examined it, and said scathingly, "Tch... old man tricked me..." He tossed the hilt behind his back as he turned around making his way to wherever he pleases. Unknowingly leaving an unconscious girl who was definitely not there moments before behind. ~~~~~ The girl, later named Kotoka Youma as she claimed her name was, was taken in by an elderly couple from the neighboring village. They were a pleasant couple, taking care of the only survivor the the cathedral massacre with as much love and care as they could give her. Years have passed, and nothing could really ruin such a good life, now could it? As always, there just HAD to be something wrong. Years have passed, and for some reason the two elderly couple couldn't help but notice something was wrong with the girl. Just how long had they taken care of her.... seven years? Now, exactly shy does she still look the same as she was seven years earlier? Their suspicion reached Youma's ears, and for fear of investigation, she left her caretaker. Truth be told she was already aware of her condition as a half-phantom the moment the necromancer stepped out of the derelict cathedral. She was afraid of other people's thoughts if they ever found her out to be an immortal being summoned from the afterlife. These people aren't exactly very friendly with the supernaturals. And it really wasn't that long before her worst fear became a reality. Once again she took refuge in another neighboring village, curling under the wings of a farmer. He took her in, and cared for her for a few years. Same deal, but now, different outcome. It was nighttime, and Youma was sound asleep in her straw bed. Thunders growled overhead but she paid no attention to it whatsoever and continued to snore. A lightning flash, and before she knew it, a man was standing right next to her, looking down at her with cold expressionless eyes. His hand moved down, aiming for the girl's throat-- "...Mister?" The farmer paused in his act, his hand hanging in midair at the girl's call. She was curious, what was he doing up so late in the night? That farmer didn't answer, eliciting even more question from the girl, apprehension rising within her. There was more pauses, before--SNAG! The farmer's hand shot for the girl's collar, gripping it tightly and began to drag her forcefully across the dirt and gravel like she was nothing more than a sack of potato. She girl yelped, screamed and trashed around in shock and terror, her mind practically scrambled by the unexpected turn of event. She tried and tried, but all the time failed to release herself from his grasp. Then, came into sight something very unpleasant, something very terrifying for the half-phantom. The entire village was out, each of them carrying rakes, shovels, torches, and other imaginable tools to be turned to a makeshift weapon. The girl was tossed unceremoniously in front of the mob, landing flat on her face. In pain, she lifted her head up ever so slightly to take a look at the mob. Then, a voice called out behind her... "That's your demon," Wait... what? "So it's true... she hasn't even aged since the last fifteen years..." "That just proves it even more!" "Kill the demon!!!" Whoawhoawhoa wait, what's going on?! At first she was soundly sleeping in her straw bed but now she'd been labeled as a demon and the whole village wanted to kill her? This is just too much for the girl as she tried to escape the other way around, only to be stopped by the very farmer whom had taken care of her for the last fifteen years. Trashing around didn't help. She was held ever so tightly by the farmer she wasn't even able to flail an arm around. Her eyes began to water both in pain and the terror at the idea of being ripped, burned, and shredded to pieces by the very villager she had come to know and love. Tears rolled down her cheek as she attempted to yell, but nothing more than a whimper came out. Too much, it was too much... the girl couldn't take it... Grief and mental agony, torturous, the sight of the villagers closing in ever so quickly with such murderous look in their eyes... Just... how did things get so wrong?! Rain began to fall. The remains of the bodies smelled horrible. She was gripping the hilt of her sword tightly to stop her hand from shaking. The blood on her sword was washed off by the rain. Her damp hair was plastered over her damp face. She was soaking wet. Not just from the rain. But also because of the tears that had been flowing endlessly from her eyes for the last hour. The scream of anguish that night had been thought of by the neighboring villagers as the cry of an awakened demon. News spread faster than forest fire in summer. Words after words have passed from person to person, papers to papers, houses to houses, villages to villages, time to time. At the end of the day there was no safe place for Kotoka Youma. Everywhere she goes she gets chased, stormed, hunted. There wasn't a single peaceful moment for her, not a second spared for her to catch her breath. Every step she took was a step towards escape rather than a step towards freedom. Countless times, her blades fell on those who had set eyes on her. Countless times, have heads rolled down the hills. Countless times, she had repressed the urge to cry every time her blade meets flesh and blood. Until one moment, things just aren't worth caring anymore. And that day should be no different. Just another day of being called a demon, another day of killing, another day of crying. Big deal. Except, for that particular day, the outcome was drastically different. It was an incredible feat that none had managed to succeed until that particular day. A powerful shaman of the long gone past have managed to capture her, subdue her, and seal her in a scroll with a powerful sealing technique. Once and for all the man had managed to completely stop the wrath of the demon whom had raged throughout the years without inhibition. Or was it really the end? ~~~~~ Seven hundred years have passed since the fateful day of the failed summoning attempt. Released from her confinement by someone who calls himself The Doctor, a keyblade teenager Meglumar and someone named Seth, she is now roaming free in this world, unhindered by mobs and hunters, exorcists and shamans. Living a peaceful teenage student life, a life she had been denied off for the last seven hundred years, there had never been a time when she had ever smiled so honestly, brightly and cheerfully. Even if she is scowling at the moment. Mashed Potatoes? ITSASPOON ITSAFORK ITSASPORK :DDD |
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| Hiro_Tsukasa | Sep 2 2011, 05:12 PM Post #2 |
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NICE DRIVE!
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S4 APPROVED |
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| Mayu Akabane | Dec 16 2013, 06:50 AM Post #3 |
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December 2013 - Reapproved! |
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| Fin | Jun 28 2014, 05:45 AM Post #4 |
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still npc to seth, and no upgrades |
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| Mayu Akabane | Jun 28 2014, 06:28 AM Post #5 |
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Reapproved! June/July 2014. |
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| Fin | Dec 31 2014, 03:13 AM Post #6 |
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Still NPC |
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| Mayu Akabane | Dec 31 2014, 05:58 AM Post #7 |
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Winter 2014/2015 Reapproved! |
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