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Supernatural West(Open)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Hellbreaker on Mon Oct 14, 2013 10:55 am

So, it's basically what it says on the tin, lol. It's based way back in the WIld Wild West, but theres a twist. For years now, the world has been aware of the fact that there is a supernatural side to the world, and supernatural beings have joined society and even become rather prominant. There's even a police force made of supernaturals dedicated to keeping the evil ones under control. You are a character living in this crazy world. You can be any kind of supernatural being you want, or even just a plain ol human, or human with powers. It's up to you who you want to be, but don't go crazy. Now, let's get down to business.

RULES:(AKA, what you gotta do and not do)
1: No bullies or trolls, I hate those, and will give you one warning, after then,I kill you off.You got a problem with somebody, take it to pm, and discuss it like rational human beings.Basically, be nice!
2: Don't Godmod,metagame, or any other variant of such.That also means don't overpower your character.
3:You have a umlimited amount of characters you can submit,but don't do morethan you can handle, eh?
4: Keep it PG 13 when it comes to boys and girls, and don't get too gory with the voilence.
5: You have up to 3 days to post without first warning us you are leaving for a short bit,after that, we move on without you.
6:And the most important.....Have fun!

Organizations:
The Super Gaurd: Police force formed by supernaturaled and powered beings, dedicated to keeping the peace between the supernaturals and normals.
Hell Glories:A secret, evil organization, mixed of normals and supernaturals, their goal is to cause havoc and chaos, toppling the world into darkness.
Mavericks:Basicaally, mercs, both supernatural and normal. They have a wide range of ethics and codes, but all sign onto jobs for cash.
Wanderers: Same as Mavericks, but whil Mavericks have a base in most cities, Wanderers literlly wander, looking for work, and only have small outposts where they can check jobs and bounties.
The Nation: A vast orgnization formed by American Natives. They are dedicated to protecting their way of live, and consist of Native Style Supernaturals and Normals.

Profile
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Race:(What kind of being are you?ANd if you are only a powered human, list what kind of power you have)
Organization:(Just leave blank if you don't want to be a member of any)
Weapons:
History:(Can leave blank if you want to reveal it through rp)
Looks: (Anime, realistic, or desprition, doesn't matter)
Powers:(Can list up to for, but they gotta stem from your race or type of power you entend)
Techniques:(Specail attacks stemming from your powers, or training.Up to four)
Weaknesses: (The natural cons of your supernatural type, or failing that, your power.)
Personality:(What do they act like? How do they think? You can leave it blank if you would ratehr reveal it throiugh rp)
Them:(What them song does your character ride to? Not nessary)
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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Name:Toji Okami
Age:16-17
Sex:Male
Race:Half lightning demon
Organization:Wanderer
Weapons:The Okami Ninjato,a pure black sword that can cut through steel and stone, and the Electrorevolvers, guns specially made for Toji's powers, which use lightning, rather than gunpowder.
History:Born to a human and a demon from a clan of lightning demons. Despite being called demons, they actually looked out for humans, beings they considered their younger siblings. Toji was raised in Japan by his father, the cheiftain, and learnt about the responsibility he had to look out for those who couldn't look out for themselves. He learnt how to fight using his powers and the family sword, the Okami Ninjato. The person he considered his big brother was murdered, and he came to America to hunt down his killer. It's been two years, and since then, he has joined the wanderers, and fought to protect the innocent.
Looks:Medium height, slender in a strong, wiry way. Lightning Blue hair, spiky. Eyes the same shade as his hair. Wears a sleeveless duster, and a beat up cowboy hat. Beneath the duster, he wears a sleeveless shirt, loose jeans, and armored boots. He wears bracers over his forearms. His sword sheath is located on his back, and his gun holsters are located at the small of his back.He has small scars all over his arms.
Powers:Lightning Forming:He can form and control electricity.
Super speed: His demon blood allows him to move faster than a race car.
Demon Senses: He can sense other supernaturals by smell, often telling what kind via their scent.He can also see, hear, and taste like a wolf can.
Techniques: Lightning Bullet: He concentrates his lightning in one of his guns, and fires off a shot damaging enough to leave a pit-like streak in the ground.
Lightning Bullet Blitz: His ultimate attack. Like the above, he concectrates his energy, but he fires off all his bullets, dealing tremundous damage.
Flash-Step: He focuses all his strength on his speed, and moves quick enough that he could not be seen.
Hell-Shift: He activates his demon side, and tribal tattoo like marks appear all over his body. He gains an increase in speed, and is able to flash step up to three times in a row. He also gains enough strength to bend metal and break rocks.
Personality: When dealing with baddies, he's ussually cold, but when he's relaxed, he's odd and goofy, loving a prank more than a bullet.He enjoys fish and root beer, and reading fantasy novels. He's protective of the weak, and hates evil with a burning passion.His willpower is stronger than iron.He also tends to be somewhat ackward around girls.
Weaknesses:He can't go into anywhere holy without a great deal of pain and trouble. Holy weapons deal a good deal of damage, and ice and water also tend to hurt him. Water freezes him still if he gets splashed on the head, and ice drains him of power.
Theme:Headstrong/Rap is A Man's Soul/ Remember the name

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Age: 213 years old, looks 23 years old.

Sex: Male

Race: Crocotta - The true appearance of the Crocotta is unknown. It can appear human but when it feeds, it unhinges its jaw and its large, sharp teeth are visible. It is commonly described in legend as luring people by calling their name, drawing them deeper into the forest until it can devour their souls, leaving a emptied vessel of its life force. In the modern age, the Crocotta has evolved to contact people by phone or computer.

Organization: N/A

Weapons: Claws, and his gunblade...
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History: To be revealed!

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Powers:
✬ Omni-linguism - Ability to understand any form of language, a natural polyglot. This can be accomplished in various ways.
✬ Innate capability - Ability to naturally have skills and/or knowledge typically earned through learning
✬ Ecological empathy - The ability to sense the overall well-being and conditions of one's immediate environment and natural setting stemming from a psychic sensitivity to nature (Not able to focus to use this in combat)

☯ Technopathy - Ability to manipulate technology. Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows for mental interface with computer data
☯ Wits - He is smart, so his perception is sharp also.
☯ Speed/flexibility - He has a small frame to he can run faster than most and that also means his flexibility is good also.

Techniques:
♛ Darkness or shadow manipulation - Ability to create or manipulate darkness, often by mentally accessing a dimension of dark energy and manipulating it
♛ Cold and ice manipulation - Ability to reduce the kinetic energy of atoms and thus reduce temperature, can be used to control, generate, or absorb ice.

Weaknesses:

☠ Impalement through the spine - This means death for him.
☠ Small Frame - This means that in combat situations he is prone more than others to have bones broken and such.
☠ His intelligence - Because he is no smart be suffers with migraines and need strong doses of pain killers for them. It also means that in combat, giving blows to the head will incapacitate him and you can inflict him further without him fighting back, like your own rag doll to do with what you like~
☠ Dehydration - Needs to drink a lot of water for the use of his elemental power to be used for a long time.
☠ Lacks strength - He is not strong put simply, but were he lacks strength, he excels in precise blows in combat and in intelligent in general.

Personality: To be displayed in rp!

Theme: Counting Stars - OneRepublic
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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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(Most excellant! Welcome,Faith!)

A young man, his face hidden by a beaten up hat, calls for another drink."Another sarsaparilla, please, bartender." As the drink is poured out, Toji hears laughter, and then a large, heavy hand claps him on the shoulder."Great, not again..." A rough, braying voice speaks out."A sarsaparilla?! What's the matter, kid, can't hold a real man's drink, haahahahahaha!" Toji turns around, glaring at the man."You have only a few seconds before I lose my temper and hit you so fast your ancestors will feel it. No...go...away!"

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby xfaithyx123 on Thu Oct 24, 2013 1:02 pm

(Thankyou!)

A man clad in black leather and steel opened the worn front door to the bar, long silver hair draped down his upper back and shoulders, greenish blue snake like eyes with a piercing look to them, his skin pale and olive toned, unblemished and youthful. He was tall, slender but notably toned in a muscular way. His hands slender, gentle looking, his finger nails naturally black like black matte nail polish. He'd walk in, letting the door close for itself with a creek and a click as it closed over. The bartender would look to him, looking at him with suspicion while the men cackling about a stranger's choice of drink looked to him and stopped laughing as he slowly looked back at them. He'd smile devilishly at one of them that stood up, stormed to him in his face laughing, the smell of whiskey on his breath. ''You a girl there mate? You know what happens to girls in this part of town buddy?''

Ulyssess only continued to smile despite the man all up in his personal space, looking rather unfazed. ''Oh? What happens Sir?'' The man would only cackle before grabbing onto his leathered zip up trench coat from it's chest. ''They get a pounding for sure...'' He'd threat and Ulyssess only put his hands up in defense, still smiling and he'd purr out his next words. ''Oh... you don't want to do that, I quite rough in that department.'' The man would suddenly go sour in the face. ''You are playing with the wrong man here buddy.'' Ulyssess would only close his eyes. ''Correction... you are playing with the wrong person...'' The man's expression looked shocked as Ulyssess' eyes as he opened them glowed icy blue and he'd turn to black mist, out from the man's grasp he re-materialized behind him, roughly gripping at his shoulders, extending his claws and jabbing them right in ruthlessly, the man staggered out a groan of pain and Ulyssess would only purr before outrightly clawing down the man's back, exposing his spinal cord, blood sprayed onto him as he with not much effort pulled the man's spine from him.

The spineless man fell to the floor, dead... Ulyssess only turned to his gang of friends still smiling but more pleasantly as he saw their fear of him, even the bartender stood there frozen in place. Ulyssess would throw the man's spine to the men, they'd gasp and shuffle back from their seats to the wall as the spine landed on their table, making their drinks topple over, spilling the contents everywhere and colouring it red. ''I believe this belongs to you all now.'' He'd state as he retracted his black claws and walked to the bar front and casually rested his elbows on the bar. ''Vodka tonic please.'' The bartender took his time looking at the blood splattered men, watching at the gang of men ran out the door scared shitless before he finally prepared Ulyssess' drink and slid it over to him as Ulyssess sat down like nothing happened, taking a sip of his drink, a bloody hand left on his glass. He'd then look at the man next to him with a grin. ''He had it coming I think.''

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Toji clenched his jaw, taking in the man's scent.Judging from his scent....Hmm, Crocotta....Man, killed that man without blinking....Still, it wasn't right, killing him just cause he was annoying."That was wrong, partner.He was a nuisance, nothing more." The bartender shakes his head."Actually, sir, he was a murderer.He's been terrorising this town for awhile, and no-one's been able to handle him."Toji grunts."Hmph....so you did a good deed after all....Still, better watch it. The guard will be hunting you sooner or later if you keep that up.Bartender, any idea where Father Feugo is?" The bartender blanches, and he starts trembling."W-w-why would you want to know t-that?!" Toji grins calmly."Cause, a confessions due." The bartender takes a long look at him."He's....he's holed up in old mine at the edge of town." Toji nods, gulping down his drink."Well,better go say hello.Sayonara." He stands up, slipping on his coat, revealing his weapons and the Wanderer badge affixed to his lapel. He walks out of the saloon.

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Ulyssess would throw a ruby at the bartender which instantly make him jump around happily and he'd only bow his head to him before he ran around Toji, the stranger, finding him interesting and wanted to know more so he ran out the saloon, letting the door slam shut only leaving the sound of happy laughter behind him and he'd then put his hand on Toji's shoulder then when wide eyed as he realized in impulsive action and he didn't understand it, tilting his head in thought though didn't pull his hand away and he spoke out aloud in his moment in comprehension. ''Why does this one draw me closer I wonder....''

Ulyssess would turn Toji around, tilting his head to the side as he smiled, his snake like eyes in full view... ''Let me come with you, Sir.''

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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(Hmm, Faith,you have two powers too many. For the wits, you can put that in personaility, and the techno power won't really be needed, since what tech does come up will be steampunk.I'm sorry for the trouble.By the way, I won't be back till Monday.Sorry)

Toji, growing as Ulysses turns him around, growls, his eyes glowing."Watch it, now." Sparks fly from his hands, and the air stills around him. When asked if he could come along, Toji looks at Uylsess."....Fine, but I have rules.You disobey them, you can hit the road.One: No unnessary killing, either humans or supes.Only defend yourself.That also means no 'snacking'.Two: No using your powers to make yourself richer via bad deeds. You can only do good when you travel with me. Later on, I'll think of some more.If you're fine with following those, you can tag along. If not, don't even bother."Toji whirls around, and starts walking off again.

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Name: Xenophon, A.K.A Shinigami
Apparent Age: 26
Sex: Male
Height: 6 ft.
Race: Shinigami, or Death Spirit, charged with the task of ferrying the souls of the dead over to the other side, which his world then uses as a power source to fuel the sun in the world of Grimwald. Powers consist of these: Xeno's existence is fueled by spiritual power and as such he is able to use that considerable force and manipulate it in many different ways, most Shinigami in his home realm have a certain element they embody such as fire, wind, water, electricity. Those being the more common types. Xeno's aspect is that of gravity, which allows him to shift said forces at his discretion...or say use compressed forms of that element to cause a desired target to implode. Also most Shinigami have a suit that is used primarily for combat, and can be summoned by expending spiritual power. However when in the human realm, he has a certain reserve of spirit to draw upon, which limits his ability use his ability. Lastly his Shinigami weapon, which once more takes on the shape of the users strengths most varying from swords to scythes which most identify with. Xeno's weapon happens to be a spear, forged in the balefires of Grimwald.
Organization:
Weapons: Spear/ Great Gauntlet( Worn on his left arm, complete encasing it in Balefire forged armor from shoulder down to the intricately articulated plating around the hand, and eventually tapering off into a set of nasty claws.
History:
Looks: Wearing the colors of the Royal Family of Grimwald, the Black, red and gold great coat he wears over a form fitting black shirt without sleeves, leaving his arms free. Hanging down well past his thighs the coat covers the back sides and front of his legs slited on four sides to leave his legs a wide range of motion. His left arm is encased in armor plating, almost like obsidian scales growing out from his shoulder all the way down to his finger tips, the intricate plating allowing for a good amount of movement without sacrificing much range of motion each overlapping the other to keep weak spots down to a minimal. Smoothe angular features are framed by scarlet tresses, his skin a stark contrast to the exotic coloring, yet not to be outdone by the oddity of his crimson eyes, seeming to glow from a slightly drawn brow.
Powers: Gravitational Manipulation, Inhuman Strength, Inhuman Speed.
Techniques: Gravity Crush, Death Strike ( Spear is thrown and gravity power is used to augment already formidable strength) Implode ( Self Explaintory) Spirit Step ( Allows for quick relocation, or breif teleportation of a sort, but only over short distances...approx: 25 ft)
Weaknesses: Limited Usage due to the need to be fueled by spiritual power.
Personality: Xeno is outwardly apathetic, yet some times there is a seeming faint crack in the facade that he wears hinting at more than he shows. Most would judge him to be evil, or malicious but that wouldn't be quite on the mark, considering most of his reputation is through bias on his outward appearance and word of mouth. ( Has a bit of a rep as a hellion.)
Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6PAakX2k1U
Image used for visual aid: http://heise.deviantart.com/art/the-fighter-146359935 (Mind it is not exact.)

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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It was death that called, like a siren song it drew upon his being drawing him in with is sweet promise of fresh spiritual energy. Shifting his weight slightly to his right foot, his left hand hefted the obsidian spear, the tip seeming to catch on the very fabric of reality it's self. The spear tip seemed to slice open a hole in the very air before him, expanding as the two ends peeled back as if drawn taught. Black pulsing energy spilled forth from the tattered edges swirling slowly, seeming to drink up the light. A slight grin touched his lips, his crimson orbs glimmering with anticipation.

Forward he went, stepping through the gateway the usual feeling of disorientation that came with traveling between the veil of his own realm, and that of the mortal one accompanied him on this journey. With a violent crackling the gateway tore open on the other side, within the run down establishment, dust drifting down from the rafters above. Just as suddenly as the gateway appeared and the Shinigami stepped through, it snapped closed, leaving the area devoid of sound before the gentle groan of protest from the floorboard beneath his greaves announced his coming. The bartender dropped the glass he had been cleaning, his mouth hanging wide open in bewilderment. Immediately Xeno's gaze drifted to the fresh corpse, wasting little time before approaching. The two men that had been about to carry the body away, finally became aware of what was happening, or what was standing before them.

A demon? Perhaps someone else come to claim more lives? Certainly this figure clad in dark clothing, his long coat covering most of his entire athletic frame, his left arm entirely encased in armor from hand to shoulder, seemingly as if some daemonic appendage had been replaced with his own. Long scarlet tresses framed his pale complexion, hanging down past his shoulders, and his smooth angular jawline. Coming to a halt before the corpse, the spine quite clearly ripped out, it was then he spoke in a somber tone, underlying with threat if any should get the idea to play the hero; " Step away..." he said, his crimson orbs meeting each of the men in turn. "H-h-hell mister, y-y-you ain't got to t-t-t-ell me twice." Said the first, the second busy pissing himself at this point. Slamming the spear tip into the floor, his left hand uncoiled his armored digits. " This will do..." He said, kneeling before the body he lowered his left hand stopping just above the chest. Drawing in a deep breath, he began to collect the precious spiritual energy this mortal had collected over his life, thus finalizing his passing to the chamber of purification. Bright golden energy began to drift upwards, absorbed into the dark jewel in his gauntlet. It was then that a third patron attempted to reach for a weapon, perhaps to comfort himself in this hopeless situation, or perhaps stupidity? Yet before he could so much as brush a thumb over it, an unseen force slammed into him sending him flying across the bar, and through the wall on the opposite side. His task complete, Xeno sighed audibly, straightening to his full height before reaching out to grasp his spear once again.

There was much he could tell from collecting a soul, and the last conflict he had been in that resulted in his demise was certainly a point of interest to the Shinigami, blood stained this one where ever he went, it would be fruitful to follow as seen what harvest he might glean from this realm. Tearing the spear out of the floor with minimal effort, he lifted his gaze to the bartender whom still stared in disbelief. " You....old one, where did the man who did this go? " The bartender seemed unable to recognize the words at first, yet then he stammered out an answer, eyes locked on the ornate spear held in Xeno's hand; " L-last I knew they was h-headed outside t-town. L-look we don't want, n-no trouble...." A smile spread across Xeno's pale lips, yet failed to reflect in his crimson eyes, " And no trouble I shall bring you...that other fool hand intent to attack, I merely ended the farce sooner than later. Though I assure you he isn't dead...though he might wish he was. " With that said, he wasted little time turning upon his heel his dark long coat swirling with the motion as he headed for the door. Opening it with his free hand, he stepped outside a few people pausing to glimpse the strange man in the dark colors. The door closed behind him, seemingly of it's own accord and it was then he set out, following the scent of blood....anticipating more that would come, and so too would death.

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Name: Mason Rosecross
Age: Ageless but appears to begin his mid twenties
Sex: Male
Race:Reaper
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Weapons: Double bladed scythe
History:
Looks: Human form/ White suit, black tie, ice blue eyes, long blonde ponytailed hair, fair skin, and tone muscle structure.
Reaper form/ black suit, red tie, black eyes with red irises, long free flowing black hair, four large Raven wings, pale skin, and similar muscle structure.
Powers: Flight, complete control of souls, healing of himself and others, and complete control of darkness
Techniques: Trained since birth in Reaper combat techniques
Weaknesses: Reaper weaponry
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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Hellbreaker on Mon Dec 02, 2013 11:26 am

So sorry, been too busy to check. Awesome char, MD. Thanks for joining. You too, Mason. But you have to have a list of techniques,like flash step and stuff. Other than that, good character.Faithy, you haven't posted, so I'm moving on without you)

Toji was walking away from the crocotta when he detected the scent of death."......Not the dead man...this is diffrent..It's familiar..." His eyes widen."Shinigami!" He blurs back to the scene of the killing........

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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(Heh thank you, thank you. Sorry it took so long for me to get to this point. x_X) Steps barely making a sound despite the armor encasing his frame, Xeno wandered in the direction of the source of his arrival here; Certainly he wouldn't mind more spiritual energy, but a balance had to be kept and if it was disturbed too much that could lead to disaster.

Crimson eyes narrowed slightly, he sensed the presence of another...not unlike himself, certainly of the demonic realm, the faint scent of ozone? "Hmmm..." He stopped, allowing the tip of his spear to rest upon the ground beside him; The haft of the spear parallel with his left arm.

He hadn't detected the other, the initial reason for his arrival had clouded much of the more subtle scents. What could this mean? He wondered, yet patiently he waited his armored digits tightening around the haft of the spear with a dull groan of protest from the hellish armor. " Well this could be entertaining..." He said absently, a slight grip tugging at his alabaster features, yet despite that it failed to reflect in the crimson pools of his eyes.

" Perhaps I should give a warm welcome?..." He mused, the grin slipping away. Readying himself for what ever would come of this meeting, for there was no doubt in his mind, this entity was headed straight for him; Perhaps he was at fault for not properly masking his aura? Not that it mattered now...

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Blurring into the area Xeno was in, the young half demon readied himself to fight, if need be. Seeing the shinigami,Toji draws his ninjato."Howdy,there." He walks slowly over."If you aim to make trouble,best think again, death spirit."

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Blurr Toji might have; Or at least to human eyes that would be unable to compensate for the speed, not that it made much difference to Xeno. His pose was one of readiness, his stance shifting as he pulled his right foot to place it behind himself, turning sideways his left shoulder facing him now as the weapon escaped it's Saya (Effectively making himself less of a target if things escalate from here.). Tilting his head back slightly and towards the left, a slight rasping laugh escaped his slightly parted lips, a grin once more upon his features.

Crimson orbs studied the weapon in Toji's hand, as well as noting his stance and noting possible vectors of attack, potential weaknesses and openings in case he should have to trounce this wayward cousin. Truthfully it was his first time in the mortal realm, and it already seemed to be producing thorns to bleed him. Shaking his head, his chin dipping downward a few wayward tresses of scarlet obscuring his eyes for a moment before he lifted his right hand to idly brush them aside.

He spoke once more, his tone measured if not lacking in any real emotion, almost monotone in with undercurrents of mild annoyance. It wasn't often that he was addressed like this, being a recognized Shinigami of the Royal Family of Grimwald a certain respect usually accompanied those whom spoke to him.

" Trouble? Strange you'd choose such words...I would say you're off to a good start; but the scent that was on that prize you left crumpled in the building back there reeks of someone else. I have no particular desire to slay demon today, unless you're determined to make trouble for yourself..." He idly rolled his shoulders, his free hand flicking outward is a dismissive gesture as if to say ' Fight or flight, I care not '.

He was at ease, combat was nothing new to him and it would not be the last time one had made the mistake of challenging him. " I am here, because someone offered tribute; However, I am not the executioner come to claim a prize...balance must me maintained. Senseless slaughter is unforgiveable." He said is his apathetic tone.

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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THe young halfdemon nods."I agree, senseless slaughter is foolish.I know the one who did it. They've disappeared, probally cause I told them my opinions." He turns."If you wish to follow me, I'm about to right the balance with a corrupt priest."

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He entered a small town that appeared as if no one really cared about its condition. The environment was dusty and it seem that none of the building were actually complete, whether it was because of the decay or the construction had stopped just prior to the buildings finish. The town was not empty however. The inhabitants still went on with their lives as if their home was perfectly intact. This made him smile, at least slightly. Although he was Death, he was always amazed at the drive and perseverance of humans. As he made his way down the single road that divided the town, he began to whistle a slow and solemn song that carried a haunting beauty in its melody. The notes seemed to hang and resonate in the air. At the end of the tune, a large ink black Raven perched on his shoulder. "Good day, Nevermore." he spoke to the Raven, who responded by releasing a thunderous caw that echoed throughout the entire town. "Silence, my dear friend. We do not wish to disturb those around us." the Raven cocked its head to one side. He noticed a bar on the right hand side of the street. He entered it and took a seat at an empty table. He sat alone and listened to the conversations taking place in the room. Most of it was of gambling or women. His Raven hopped onto the table in front of him. "Nevermore, I do not believe we are the only nonhumans in the area. I do hope they behave." he chuckled "I do not worry though, I have no doubt they mean harm." he leaned back and shut his eyes, resting his head on the wall.

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Quirking a brow at Toji's nod, he listened for a moment. " Corrupt Priest?...Are those common around here? " He wondered frowning slightly in disdain. Not many things were sacred to mortals, other than their own greed and the ideal life the always sought. Pity most of those choices lead to death, not that they knew any better, or that it stopped them.

Considering this for a few moments, his stance relaxed though certainly not unaware of every movement Toji might have been making in the few heartbeats that his crimson orbs drifted away. Nodding to himself, Xeno figured this could be a good learning experience, certainly he knew very little of the mortal realm. Shifting his weight he stood normally, his left hand releasing his spear which already started to break down into it component spiritual particles.

" I should like to see this balance set aright, I will come with you as an observer. " He shrugged and followed Toji, matching his pace he set out to find said Priest. Either way it was the promise of spiritual
energy...win, win either way he figured.

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Re: Supernatural West(Open)

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Toji shook his head at Xeno's question."Not many, thank goodness. All that power they receive from the Grand Creator would be rather potent, expecially towards beings like you and me.Thankfully, I'm only half demon, so he won't be able to kill me right off the back. I'll have a chance to send him on his way." Stopping, he sniffs the air."ANOTHER death spirit? What is it about this place."Shrugging, he keeps walking, eventually reaching Fuego's hideout.Checking inside his coat to make sure all his ammo is in place."Plus, his power will be corrupted, since he's fallen from the Path.Still, you might want to hang back, since you're Pure. At least...you are Pure, eh? I didn't detect any human in you."

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Walking along he listened idly, his crimson orbs brushing over the area taking in the desolation that was the mortal plane. This place was rather run down, wasn't it? He wondered if all mortal in this world dwell within hovels that were no better than sleeping beneath the few tree's, or what passed for them anyway.

His gaze shifted back to Toji, having noted the conversation despite his drifting thoughts. ' Yes, I am pure...this form is just a collection of spiritual particles that houses my essence for the time being while on this plane. Worry not, this priest will find it I am resourceful. Involving myself in this is against my mandate as a representative of my house. "

Nodding his agreement, Xeno focused on his spiritual body, allowing the particles to dampen and and fade. The outward result being that his physical form became translucent, a mere outline of refracted light letting even the tiniest hint that he was there. His spiritual presence also faded as a result, his essence now hanging between the veil between this world and his own.

He spoke his words now a distant whisper in this state, " I have no intention of interfering unless that balance comes into question...worry not. " He said. It was then he became aware of the Death Spirit, much like himself it exuded an aura that was quite distinct. It was yet some how different that himself, perhaps a different realm entirely? This kind of idle thought would due for later, he figured mentally forcing the thoughts to the back of his mind. " Lead the way...I will be nearby, but it may be harder to tell I am here."
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