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I don't care what they say or do, Yokai's only purpose is to kill humans.

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a character in “Slayer's apprentice”, as played by J.E.D.H.




Name meaning
Gaelic for Thunder.

Face Claim
Kenichi Shirahama





Major life events before the RP
Taran’s parents were killed by ogres when he was very young, but was saved by a Slayer named Briar. Taking pity on the boy, the Slayer took him as her son and raised him to be a Slayer. Although he excelled and became strongly proficient in every method she taught him, from fighting, to Yokai biology, to history, etc. However, one thing that she was never able to teach him, was that not all Yokai are malevolent. No matter how often she attempted to drill this into him, he would stubbornly keep his heart filled with hatred. In response to this, Briar contacted the Headmaster of Yokai academy to make an exception to enroll him, while telling Taran that it was part of his training.

Favorite Color
Dark Green

Favorite Weapon


Reading, H.E.M.A., and shooting.

Taran is an exceptionally private person, rarely speaking freely to anyone but his Mistress. He is content to listen and observe, keeping aware of his surroundings. However, he is never rude. He remains polite at all times, even if he loathes whoever is speaking to him.

Apart from everything that was a part of his training, Taran is an exceptional artist.


Taran is exceptionally stubborn, not letting anyone but his Mistress tell him what to do as well as refusing to ever admit that he is wrong, even when objectively proven so.


So begins...

Taran's Story


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Taran was livid. Staring out the window of the empty bus as it drove down an under-maintained road, he could not help but seethe in his anger. Of all of the insane and life threatening things he had to do during his apprenticeship, this was by far the most dangerous thing he had ever done. As well as the most difficult. His Mistress, the Monster Slayer called Briar, had raised him to kill monsters and had quite literally taught him everything he knew. He had helped her preform exorcisms, fight demons, exterminate infestations, protect civilians, and much more. But now, she was sending him to a place where he would be the only human surrounded by hundreds of monsters of all types. It was a School that the three Demon Lords had founded to help young monsters learn how to blend in to human society to avoid discovery. Humans who somehow found themselves at this school, were killed on sight. His Mistress told him that she was sending him there undercover to study monsters in a way that she could not teach him. Taran suspected that it had something to do with her strange idea that not all monsters were evil, and that they should leave benevolent creatures alone. The young boy could not accept that no matter how hard she tried to drill it into his stubborn skull. He never understood how she could believe something that should have gone against her decades of experience. He was only 17 years old, and he knew it to be a fact of life. All monsters hurt and kill humans.

His thoughts were interrupted as the bus pulled to a stop and the driver, without turning his head or body, said simply, “Yokai Academy.” Gathering his mind, Taran stood up, his suit case in hand, and departed from the empty bus. The bus stop was not quite what he was expecting. Whereas the road they had been on needed much work, the Bus Stop was barely even there at all, only being marked by a broken wooden bench and a rusty sign. Just as he was about to set off down the path that would assumedly lead him to the school, the driver said something before closing the doors. “Good luck, kid.” But before Taran understood the implications, the Bus had already driven away. The statement had shaken him. Did the Driver know? Was his cover already blown? Would the other Teachers be able to tell? As it was, his mistress only gave him two rules. 1: Don’t kill anyone. And 2: Do not let anyone discover that you are human. As it was, if he accidentally broke the second rule, it would make following the first rule even more difficult than it already was.


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The front lawn of the academy was already bustling with activity, most of the students not even bothering to hide their true forms upon the campus grounds. Some of the yokai were fairly humanoid in their appearance, while others obviously would have to rely on disguise or glamour to mingle in society. No species was exempt from the academy. Here, one could find the infamous werewolves and vampires, ghouls and demons. The goblins, elves, gnomes, and fae folk were no stranger here. Even the aquatic beings such as kelpies, selkies, and merfolk came from across the land to study at the academy.

Among the first to spot the new student was a brown haired satyr, the creature in question currently tossing a ball to an energetic looking bat-demon. Nearby, a nagual occasionally glanced up from a book at the two, then looked back to his book after their antics bored him.

"Catch!" called the demon, chucking the ball with considerable force at the nagual, resulting in the ball colliding with said creature's head. In the man's place was a jaguar, the large cat hissing in annoyance before returning to his original shape.

"Itzal! How many times do I have to tell you? Leave me out of your shenanigans you buffoon!" the nagual spat, picking up his book with a huff as he glared at the bat demon, (who, for his part, seemed completely unperturbed.)

"What? You looked so bored..."

"Don't worry about it Xipil, Itzal can't help being a dork."

"At least I'm not some hairy barn animal." chimed Itzal to the satyr, grinning impishly before retreating into a tree to avoid the wrath of his two would-be friends.

"Dumbass! Get down here! And how the hell did you get the ball again? Give it back!"

"Do you smell that?" came a new voice, this time belonging to a bulky, orange-ish ogre.

"Oy, watch where you're stepping! But yes, I do-- oy, you there!" the satyr looked in the direction of the ogre before turning to see the source of the new scent. A humanoid looking creature, one that blended in very well with a human environment. Heck, the young man didn't look like he had any trouble maintaining a human visage. OR masking his smell for that matter.

"Hey kid! Yeah you, come over here, will ya?" called Itzal, now intrigued enough to come out of his tree and look on in fascination at the newcomer. "Dang, you make a good human! You got the look down pat, and I'd swear you smell just like one!"

Before he could continue, a loud thump and a pained cry could be heard from the other side of the front lawn, prompting the creatures looking at Taran to glance over at what had happened. They quickly lost interest upon seeing a familiar sight, the satyr rolling his eyes.

"And there's the one least likely to pass when it comes to taking and maintaining a human form." he scoffed, shaking his head.

The creature in question was female, and she rubbed her hip gingerly as she winced from pain. What was most unusual was her lack of lower limbs. Humanoid from the waist up, the similarities vanished at her navel, the lower half of her body that of a snake. A cobra to be exact. Upon her head and shoulders was a standard cobra's hood, framing an olive skinned face with ebony black hair.

"Owwwie, why do I always fall?" whined the nagini, looking up mournfully at a pixie perched upon a tree stump.

"Cause you're still no good at balancing! You'll never pass for a human if you can't use your legs!"