[OOC]Shi no Zencho ~ Bad Omen!

[WriggleRid3r]

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Backstory:

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Valhalla. City named after the great hall of the Gods in Nordic mythology, this beautiful city is known in the world for having low rate of crime, but high rate of death. No one knows why; but police have in multiple times found ravaged humans, bloody and dead and missing several parts of their body, thrown into the alleys or lying abandoned in their homes. The government officials of the city chalked it up as wild animals invading from the mountains nearby, but the true reason lies a lot closer than imagined…

Omens.

Hellish monsters that disguise themselves as objects, animals, and even humans during the day, these nightmares lurk in the shadows and show their true form during nighttime, hunting down oblivious humans without fail. Their form comes in many shapes and sizes, but all of them are dangerous and all of them are extremely hostile towards humans.

Unfortunately, normal humans do not know of these monsters. In fact, unless they’re within 5 to 6 meters to the Omens, normal humans cannot see them. And by the time they get 5 to 6 meters close to see the Omen, they’re… quite likely dead. This is the reason why the Government officials could not do anything to prevent the constant deaths in the city of Valhalla. However, there are warriors who can identify Omens from a distance and even wield powerful abilities and weapons to slay the Omen.

Enter the Prophets.

These gifted individuals take it upon themselves to hunt down Omens lurking the streets at night time, thus keeping the city safer. Anyone can become a Prophet if they choose to: gender, age, size, color, or sexual preferences does not matter. They just require a strong will and determination to cleanse the evil, one Omen at a time. With these warriors secretly eradicating the root of evil in the city, Valhalla’s fatality rate dropped significantly in the last few years. However…

Something dark is lurching from the beyond. In the recent year, Omen activity have rose steadily but surely. It’s as if they’re preparing for someone’s arrival: someone whose power is so great it can not only decimate Valhalla, but the entire world as well. To defeat this thing, the Prophets must gain more allies and train them up soon…

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Introduction

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Insert generic anime intro music here.

Commandant Wriggle Nightbug, reporting in with the newest hype train that I’ve built up for the past few hours: “Shi no Zencho ~ Bad Omen!” or BO! for short. This anime-style RP will take form of a light-hearted shonen anime about a group of individuals known as Prophets who keep the city of Valhalla safe from the nightly threat that are Omens.

If you are a guest and you are reading this, welcome! If you are already an experienced RPer in this community, welcome back! I appreciate any and all support for this RP, since all of my RPs died because of the lack of activity. I really hope you’ll take interest in this RP; most of my RPs failed because of sheer lack of interests.

For those of you wondering about all the nitpicky things about BO!, I will post the expositions and settings down below.

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Terms and Condition:

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[TRIGGER WARNING]

This is a mature anime/light-novel style RP. There will be some slice-of-life in the daytime. There will be badass action scenes in the nighttime. There will be light-hearted comedy, AND there WILL be a lot of raunchy, lewd jokes thrown out throughout the RP. If you are not comfortable with this, you are free to press the back button and not join this RP. By creating an application, you agree that you are comfortable with your character(s) becoming a target for ecchi humor.

Basic forum RP etiquettes:

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1) No overpowered stuff
ONLY I GET TO DO IT
Your character isn’t a god. They’re only human. In fact they shouldn’t know about the Omens so they should be relative weak, unless they did martial arts or were veterans of war or something like that.

2) No Metagaming, No Powergaming

Metagaming: Any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game, or goes beyond the supposed limits or environment set by the game.

Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems, particularly video games, boardgames, and role-playing games, with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie.

Don’t do this, mkay?

3) No machine guns
RATATATATATATATATA
While this is a rather lighthearted RP that doesn’t impose as much rule as other RPs, I still don’t want the old problems to reiterate itself.

4) No Arguing
Some friendly criticism is fine. However, some people take things too far to insult people on their personal level. Don’t do that. Also for you people who can’t take criticism for jack shit, learn to cooperate.

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RP-specific rules

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1) Character Limitation
I actually don’t have any limitation for the number of characters this time. I’m sure you are all capable of choosing how many characters you want in an RP by now, so I’m lifting any and all possible boundaries.

2) How ecchi is it?
Oh boy this is going to be fun to explain.

I originally had this RP as a comedy action RP. Then it turned to a more anime-esque RP. There are going to be jokes flying around, including those involving private body parts. No, there won’t be full on ero scenes, because that’s not humor. That’s porn.

This includes character applications as well. Pictures that you normally won’t see being used in an RP can and will be used. Biographies (from my characters at least) will be either delightfully risque or sick and twisted. There will be some questionable traits and rather vivid description of character’s appearance.

Like I said, if you are not comfortable with this, then feel free to leave this RP. I’d like a lot of people to join the RP, but I can’t force it down people’s throat like this is some sort of a mental asylum.

3)

Spoiler:

The secret is NOT in the cookie dough.

4)Rules are subject to be added at appropriate times.

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Character Creation:

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One thing I’ve noticed with a lot of characters in different RPs is that they don’t have quirks that make them interesting. Either they are very shy and don’t like interacting with other people, or they’re cold and serious, as if everything is srs bsns. And those characters, while it’s good to have one or two sprinkled on top, don’t make for a good anime character, in my opinion.

Thus, I will be imposing and changing a few rules regarding Character creation.

- There are no character limitations. Wild out.

- Your character must not know about the Omens or the Prophets. They can maybe note of the high death rate in the city, but that’s about the extent that I will allow.

- Perhaps the most important rule in this list: Make sure your character has a quirk or two. I will deny completely acceptable app if you don’t add some quirks and twists to your character. Not every character has to be all wise and cool, collected type.

That being said, here is the template so you too can earn your chance at a brand new car!

Spoiler:

Demographics: Include things like:
Name: Your character’s name.

Gender: Your character’s gender.

Age: How old is your character?

Appearance: Make sure to include a picture of how he/she will look like. A picture is worth a thousand words, after all. Also add in this category what your character’s normal outfit is, if the person in the picture doesn’t wear the outfit he/she is wearing in the picture.

Biography: Introduce your character with a short (lol) biography of your character. Some things you could add in this RP’s biography are:
- Did your character grow up in Valhalla? Or did he/she move to Valhalla afterwards? What’s the reason behind them moving?
- What do they do for living? Are they a high school student? A businessman/woman? A NEET?
- What eccentricities do they possess? Are there some events in their history that made their unique quirk to come into effect?

Personality and Traits: How does your character act? What’s his/her belief about things? This is also a great place to list off what quirks your character might have. Perhaps, for this RP only, this is the more important section than the biography.

Powers: Any skills that your character may possess. Another thing I will require from you on this category is your character’s threat level, which will be explained in the post below involving information about the Omen.

Miscellaneous notes: This is a great place to comment about the RP in general, make little notes about what your character's preferences are, and post appropriate BGMs for the character.

[WriggleRid3r]

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Backstory:

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No one knows where they came from. But they're very real, and they're watching you. They've been watching your ancestors since ancient times; perhaps they are the reason why they died. They disguise themselves as unimportant things: crushed roll of paper that billow in the wind, an oddly-placed street sign, a stray cat that takes siesta in your backyard. However, they take their true form during nighttime. They lurk in the shadows, searching for humans to kill. They are ruthless and brutal; they do not pity, they do not give mercy, they emerge merely to slaughter all of you indiscriminately.

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Outward Appearance:

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Because Omen are so diverse and various, there is no distinguishable way to determine how all Omens look like. Perhaps the only common trait of the Omen are that their shadows simmer in a purple mist, forming a sort of magic circle around them.

Lesser Omen appear completely monstrous. Some have fangs, some have claws, some use spiked tails to assault their humans. Their method of attack are highly based on their physical capabilities.

Greater Omen look much more humanic to deceive their prey, from slight humanoid design to appearing no different from a human. These Omen are highly dangerous and often require a team of Prophets to slay properly, for they possess greater physical prowess than the lesser Omens and can even use special abilities.

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Strengths and Weaknesses:

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Most, if not all Omen, are physically faster and stronger than average, untrained humans. Some Omen also possess greater affinity to special powers than average humans.

All Omen are weak to sunlight. The degree of damage that the sun does to Omen are different: Lesser Omen will be forced to transform or otherwise burn and die, while Greater Omen may be feel weakened but can still fight. Very powerful Omen aren't phased by the sunlight; one Greater Omen actually gain strength from being exposed to sunlight.

All Omen heal whatever non-lethal wound they have obtained at night by transforming into an object, small animal or, if the Omen is strong enough, a human being. They can also use this to misdirect Prophets and launch a surprise attack.

All Omen are also weak to attacks that harness spiritual and/or holy power. This method can hurt even Greater Omen, thus making priests, shrine maidens, and other religious figures very strong when they fight against Omen. Churches, mosques, temples, and other worshipping ground are sometimes used as refuge against lesser Omens.

To gauge how strong an Omen is, the first Prophets devised "Threat level" chart that divides an Omen's power into four categories:
- Strength: The physical prowess of an Omen based on their destructive power.
- Agility: The physical prowess of an Omen based on their mobility and speed.
- Intelligence: Contrary to what new Prophets might think, Intelligence is the level of knowledge an Omen has about other Omen and about oneself. Intelligence also gauges how deceptive and elusive the Omen is.
- Special: A number gauges an Omen's special abilities and power, and how deadly they can be. This number is the only one out of the four categories that can hit a negative: a case where the Omen's ability actually benefits its' enemies.

Overall Threat Levels takes the numbers from all four category and averages them out. While the exact quantitative scale of the power are not known, it is common knowledge that higher the number is on the scale, the stronger the Omen is. Over time, Prophets themselves are tested using the same Threat Level calculation to gauge their own power. The first Prophet to grace the land 2000 years ago had the Overall Threat Level of 102.

It is to note that the threat levels follow exponential growth slope. For example, it takes a lot more power to go from Strength of 50 to 51 than it is to go from 20 to 21.

[WriggleRid3r]

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Backstory:

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As the Omen ravaged villages and slew innocent men 2000 years ago, a group of three Catholic priests prayed for guidance in a crumbling cathedral under siege by a Greater Omen Narcissa and her army of Omen. It was then when an angel, her six glorious wings radiating like the sun, granted those clergies power to slay the Omen using blessed weapons and holy magic. The three priests fended off Narcissa and her legion, and provided guidance to others so that they too can defend themselves against the Omen. They were heralded as heroes, and those that devoted their lives to travelling the land and ridding the Omen threat were respectfully called the Prophets.

The Prophets' teaching traveled across land and sea. In Japan, Shinto shrine maidens took up arms against Omen threats using ofudas and sealing magic. African shamans prayed to the spirits of the elements to guide them in combat against the Omen. The entire world waged war against the hellish beings that invaded their land.

However, Prophets began to lose favor as the world began seeing more and more technological progress. Self-proclaimed Enlightened citizens brushed Prophets' teachings and the presence of Omen as mere superstition. There were still some that took up the art of becoming Prophets, but the number declined every generation.

Nowadays, the Prophets are still active in secrecy of the night. However, unlike the ancient Prophets who dedicated their entire life to fighting the Omen, most Prophets of modern time have less affiliation with religion. They have regular jobs, and some of them are not very holy. However, one core aspect remains in the modern Prophets: they take the responsibility of slaying Omen very seriously.

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Powers and Abilities:

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All Prophets are given sight to see the Omen from far away. They are taught how to identify Omen, and are trained physically and mentally to slay them without being killed themselves.

All Prophets are first trained on creating their Soulbound. Soulbound is a tool that embodies the spirits of the respective Prophet. It can be a weapon, a full set or a piece of armor, or an everyday utility tool. Whatever it is, it has latent power to aid in slaying Omen, either directly or indirectly.

Because every person is different, it is hard to gauge exactly WHAT the Soulbound does until the Prophet attempts to use it. Some Soulbound are easy to understand: such as weapons like swords, lances, daggers, firearms, and things of that nature. However, it is hard to gauge how a utility item like umbrella or a bottle of water will do until they put them to the test.

Usually, there are only one Soulbound for each Prophet. It is a very rare case where a very potent Prophet develops two Soulbounds at once. In the 2000 year history, only 5 Prophets have achieved the state of earning two Soulbounds, the latest being Jeanne D'arc of Orleans approximately 700 years ago.

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How to become a Prophet

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Becoming a Prophet isn’t hard at all. The reason behind why there are very few Prophets today is not because of the difficulty of becoming a Prophet, but because of the difficulty of knowing what a Prophet is in the first place. Most Prophets today either read up on what a Prophet is accidentally and sought out to become one, or was hunted by an Omen and was rescued by a patrolling Prophet. Because the chances of those events happening are relatively slim, the number of Prophets dwindled.

In any case, to become a Prophet, they must drink what is called the Judicator’s Tears. It is a special concoction only known by the most skilled of Prophets that tests the will and determination of the Prophet candidate. Those that are not fit to become a Prophet will taste bitterness and immediately spit out the drink, while those who have sufficient will and determination will encounter a taste similar to a cider, sparkling and refreshing. It is that moment where a new Prophet is welcomed into the fold.

[Kristia]

(Since I'm addicted, I have to ask)

What are the characters' limitations in terms of physique? I know about godmodding stuff is out, but the characters are normal humans or they have something "unnatural" in general?

[WriggleRid3r]

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Spoiler: Karuna Satou

Demographics:
Name: Karuna Satou

Gender: Female

Age: 16

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Appearance:

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Spoiler:

Height: 165 cm (5’ 4.96”)
Weight: 56 kg (123.46 lb)
Hair Color: Golden
Eye Color: Blue-green

Karuna has long, blonde hair knotted with a thin blue ribbon on either side of her head. She usually keeps her hair flowing freely, although sometimes she ties them in a simple, loose side ponytail.

Karuna’s usual attire is her school uniform. During school, she dresses properly, shirts buttoned, skirts ironed. However, when the school bell rings and she is dismissed. She unbuttons her shirt, exposing most of her torso, and prowls for girls (and boys) to sexually harass.

Karuna claims numerous times that she wears nothing underneath her school uniform. For now, it has been confirmed that she doesn’t wear anything under her top.

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Biography:

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Karuna Satou is a vibrant yet extremely perverted Japanese girl who came to Valhalla to attend high school after she was expelled in her old high school. The story of how she was expelled from her old school and how she came to Valhalla is funny one…

Karuna used to attend Katayama High School just like a regular girl, living alone while her parents lived abroad. While she had no idea what she wanted to become when she graduated and was bored of education, the reason why she went to the school regularly is because of all the pretty girls and handsome boys that she could molest.

Ever since she was in middle school, Karuna discovered how perverted she was when she accidentally brushed a girl’s skirt with her hand and blushed right after. From then, she would casually grope her fellow friends’ breasts or flirt with boys whenever she gets a chance to to fulfill her perversion. While the sexual harassment were unwelcome, nobody really minded. The girls just thought Karuna was being playful (and she was, to a degree) and the boys didn’t mind because Karuna was just too beautiful for them to deny her sneaky, flirtatious glare. However, Karuna took it too far during the class trip to a hot spring.

After dinner, students were allowed to soak their tired body in the hot springs. The boys’ spring and the girls’ spring were both surrounded by a tall bamboo fence to stop any boys from peeking at the girls. However, for the Katayama High School, it wasn’t the boys that wanted to peek at the girls, it was the girls that wanted to peek at the boys. To be exact, just Karuna.

While bathing, the boys noticed a rustling by the fence. They unanimously turned to find Karuna, climbed on top of the fence, naked, observing the boys with a scandalous expression. Karuna tried to strike up a casual conversation like she always did in classroom, but the boys were speechless as they stared and pointed in shock and embarrassment, which soon turned to fear and anxiety. Karuna wondered why their expression suddenly changed, and she soon realized why the boys were so afraid when the bamboo fence she was sitting on collapsed, causing her to fall down into the boys’ spring with a huge splash.

When the teachers found out, Karuna was in a very serious trouble. An event where a girl was trying to be the peeping Tom is very rare, but what happened that day was unprecedented. After the committee reviewed the incident, Katayama High School ended up expelling Karuna from the school.

Hearing the news, Karuna’s parents thought of possible options for their only daughter. They ultimately decided that Karuna should move out of Japan and immigrate to the city of Valhalla. They heard that it was a relatively safe city with low crime rate, so hopefully Karuna would stay out of harm’s way there and make a lot of friends without having to resort to her scandalous ways.

Karuna is, for better or for worse, still a raging pervert. What’s more, Valhalla is infested with the demonic creatures called Omen that hunt and kill humans at night. One day, while coming back from her part-time job, Karuna encountered a rather tall Omen with black, muscular body adorned with white streaks of tattoo, wielding a giant tree it uprooted. Karuna’s instinct told her to run, and she did: narrowing escaping the Omen’s first strike. Karuna was in a track team during middle school, so she was able to last a bit longer than normal person, but the Omen’s superior agility eventually backed Karuna into a corner. Thankfully, Karuna was found by an elderly Prophet who opened fire at the Omen, leaving the Omen full of holes and dead.

Since then, Karuna took the test of the Judicator and became a Prophet, her Soulbound item being a set of combat boots that overlap over her foot when called. The thrill of beating up Omen after Omen sort of neutralized her rampaging perversion, although it won’t stop her from getting a good groping every time she can get a chance to.

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Personality and Traits:

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Karuna is the epitome of perversion. She would look calm, and then she’d scan the area. If she sees a cute girl or a handsome boy in the vicinity (and usually she finds anyone cute,) she will take action, most likely one that involves perversion.

Common perverted acts that Karuna performs on girls includes, but is not limited to:
- Groping, either over or under clothes.
- Flipping skirts up
- Suddenly kissing them on cheeks, foreheads, or lips.
- Pantsing (if they’re wearing pants)

Common perverted acts that Karuna performs on boys includes, but is not limited to:
- Glomping
- Pantsing
- Smacking butt
- Suddenly kissing them on cheeks, foreheads, or lips
- Peeping while they’re changing
- Flashing
- Saying lewd things

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Powers:

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Overall Threat Level: 33.25

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Strength: 53
Agility: 36
Intelligence: 30
Special: 14

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Hardest-hitting Prophet in Valhalla

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Karuna’s Soulbound is a pair of black-and-gold combat boots. Just like her hair, these boots are adorned with small blue tassels on each sides. While her boots are active, Karuna is slightly faster, and her kicks are stronger, especially against Omens. However, her physical capabilities go greater than that.

With her Soulbound active, Karuna can stand on walls and ceilings without falling. She also gains increased boost in power and speed when she’s at a higher elevation than others. This makes Karuna especially powerful in alleyways where she can leap from a building walls to walls, gaining altitude, before using her boots to stomp on the Omen for a clean kill, providing ample amount of fan service in the process as is the nature of her fighting style.

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Miscellaneous notes:

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Karuna loves sweets. Those that wish to befriend her easily can just offer some sugary treats to become her new favorite person.

Karuna hates bitter things, like cigarette smells. However, she loves Jason Verrickt, even though he smokes cigarette. Perhaps it’s because Jason rescued Karuna from an Omen and she formed a sort of trust with him.

Karuna has tendencies to end her speech with "-iko", which roughly means "-it is."

This character is an homage to Karuiko. LOVE YOU KARU~

Spoiler: Bora Choi (최보라)

Demographics:
Name: Bora Choi

Gender: Female

Age: 24

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Appearance:

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Spoiler:

Height: 177 cm (5' 9.69")
Weight: 49 kg (108 lb)
Hair Color: Amber Brown
Eye Color: Brownish Grey normally, Purple with Lenses

Bora's long, brown hair is usually haphazardly tied into a ponytail, a bun, or left out to fall like a cascade. However, after she gets her hair stylized by the hairstylists, they take on many different shapes.

Bora doesn't have a specific attire, but the general articles of clothes she wears is very identifiable. Bora usually wears a set of lingerie or nothing at all when she's at her home, and changes into a more durable (...) swimwear when she needs to head out somewhere. The most Bora wore in occasions other than during work is a very revealing dress when she was invited to the wedding of one of her model friends.

Bora has a large stitched scar across her head. While it's insignificant from a distance, when you look at it closely, it makes you cringe in horror at how painful it must've been.

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Biography:

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Bora Choi is a Korean gravure model who moved to Valhalla after a tragic but hilarious event.

Bora was originally a normal college student studying economics and business. One day, she and a group of friends from the college decided to go to the Haeundae beach in the port city of Busan for summer vacation. There, Bora met a man who claimed that he owned a modeling agency, and was interested to scout Bora as a fashion model. Bora's friends were skeptical and told Bora not to fall into such a trap. However, Bora, enchanted by the glam and the fame that celebrities had, took the offer.

Bora soon realized that, instead of wearing fancy designer-made clothes and looking trendy, she was instead posing provocatively with very little clothes on in gravure photo shoots. It paid very well for her efforts, the staff members were very nice to her, and she got the glam and the fame that she wanted, but she couldn't help but feel emptiness in her heart as she return home every day.

The agency that Bora was in soon took a big financial hit when one of their models were charged for drug abuse. To accommodate to the sudden hardship, the agency moved to a smaller office: a dinky little place located on top of a three-story building, and laid off a lot of workers and models, including Bora, even though she still had 2 years left on her contract. Enraged, Bora returned the next day to make a complaint. After much heated shouting, the executive of the agency finally got fed up and pushed Bora off an open window, sending her to plummet down three stories before landing on her head.

Bora was, thankfully, rescued by paramedics who happened to be coming back to the local fire department from lunch. The executive officer of the agency was arrested for attempt at murder, and Bora was taken to the hospital to be treated. While she was still alive, she lost a lot of blood through her head injury. The strike in the head was sure to bring a lot of mental damage to Bora once she awakens, the doctors thought anxiously as they tried their best to piece together Bora back together to conscience.

Bora woke up a week later with a large stitched scar across her head. Unlike the doctors' worries, Bora's mentality was almost untouched. She just had one trifle in her belief...

When Bora was released from the hospital care after completely recovering, she went to her home and threw away ALL of her clothes, only leaving the swimwear and the lingerie in the warehouse. A certain sentence that the executive of the agency spat at Bora was embedded in her mind right before she was shoved out the window:

You're just a gravure model! Your job is to be wearing slutty outfits and posing for the camera, not running an agency! Now get the hell out of my sight!

With that sentence ringing in her head, Bora donned different undergarments and swimwear and posed in front of her mirror. Was she really just a sex symbol for men to enjoy, and nothing more? Thoughts and contemplation raced through her mind, but she ultimately decided that she was not fit to be in Korea anymore. But where will she go?

Bora remembered when she traveled to a city called Valhalla for a photo shoot and remembered how the crowds cheered for her in the airport. That was when her fame was at peak, when she was regarded highly as one of the hottest model of the time. Will Valhalla still accept her even after the incident, or will they forsake her mercilessly?

Ultimately, Bora took the plane to Valhalla, dressed only in a red tubetop bikini, sandals, and sunglasses. Contrary to her worries, the city of Valhalla welcomed Bora, even with her new condition to dress like she's in a photo shoot every day. She was immediately contacted by the prestigious modeling agencies known across the world that held headquarter in Valhalla, offering her a new start. Bora eventually signed a contract with Armani in showcasing their haute couture clothes, which made a funny contradiction to Bora's past times in modelling. A month ago, Bora came to work wearing proper clothes, changed into lingerie or swimsuit, and then left wearing proper clothes. Now, it's the opposite, where Bora comes to work wearing almost nothing, changes into a very well-made, proper attire, and then leaves as she came, even with Armani offering her free clothes that she could wear properly.

Bora was coming back from her work one day in a black monokini when she was suddenly jumped on by a hulking, monstrous figure. Bora could not see it, although there were no place that the beast could've been hiding. Right before the beast could open its' maw and have a delicious feast, however, it was interrupted with a kick from a younger-looking girl that instantly killed it.

"T- thank you, for saving me-." Bora was dazed and confused, but she understood that she was just saved from being eaten by a horrible creature as she got up to face the girl who just saved her. The girl was wearing a school uniform of sorts, her shirt unbuttoned to expose most of her torso and her foot covered with a pair of heavy-looking golden boots. Before Bora could thank her, however, the girl suddenly glanced at Bora and reached out with her hands, groping her breasts. "Eek! W- what are you doing?!"

"Wow, these are really big-iko!" The girl's eyes widened in surprise as her hands squeezed what they were holding. "They're so soft and tender too! Are you a human or a cow? Make up your mind-iko!"

"Let me go, you pervert!" Bora blushed as she freed herself from the girl's grasp. She looked bewildered and almost enchanted, as if she was in the middle of a dream. "Wh- who are you? What's going on?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I usually introduce myself first and then grope-iko." The girl chuckled as she scratched her head. "My name is Karuna, a Prophet in this land-iko. That thing that was about to eat you, that was an Omen. Now can I squeeze your breasts-iko?"

"No- wait! That doesn't answer any of the questions I have!" Bora's face reddened even more when Karuna asked if she could touch her mammary glands. "What's a Prophet? An Omen? Is this a dream?"

Karuna sighed. "Look, I'll answer your question, but right now we need to get you to safety, otherwise the Omen will overtake us-iko."

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Bora was eventually taken to a safe location where she received all the information about the Omen and the Prophet: how there were shapeshifting demons known as Omen that lurk at night and feast on humans, and how Prophet are the only people who can see them and actually deal with them. After paying the ever-so-helpful Karuna by allowing her to fondle her breasts, Bora decided that she, too, should take up the responsibility of protecting the city that loves her. She drank the Judicator's tear, passed the test, and became a full-fledged Prophet.

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Personality and Traits:

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Bora appears to be a bit on the timid side, which is weird considering her preference to don herself with next to nothing. She is submissive and does not like to take initiative, thus making her a prime target for Karuna's sexual harassment.

When Bora is at work, however, her acquaintances see a very different side of her. When she steps in front of the camera, her gaze changes into a more determined glares as she poses. In front of the camera, she is the prima donna: domineering, elegant, intimidating.

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Powers:

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Overall Threat Level: 28.5

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Strength: 9
Agility: 11
Intelligence: 42
Special: 52

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Omen-detecting Defensive Support

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Bora is very lackluster in her physical prowess. She isn't as strong as Karuna, fast as Guang Long, or knowledgeable about the nature of Omen like Jason Verrickt or Father Bernard... in fact, she is weaker than even newly-blessed Prophets in terms of strength and agility. However, Bora is unique in the team for her ability to turn a fight around just by being there.

Bora's Soulbound, Lens of the Judicator, is a purple contact lens that anyone can wear. However, only Bora is able to activate its ability by putting it on. Passively, Lens of the Judicator allows Bora to act as an Omen radar, detecting Omen that may be hiding in the shadows away from other Prophets. When the Lens sees an Omen, their threat level is immediately updated to Bora's eyes, as well as any special abilities the particular Omen might have.

While this sounds very powerful, there are weaknesses and flaws as well. While the Lens can detect moving Omen in a radius around Bora, they cannot detect Omen that are staying still. This makes potential ambushes still a huge threat to the Prophets. Also, while the Lens does detect what the Omen can do, it does not reveal the particular Omen's weaknesses, leaving that to be figured out by the other Prophets.

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Miscellaneous notes:

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Bora performs morning yoga every day to keep herself flexible and fit. She might try to influence others to take up morning yoga as well... beware.

Although Bora wears provocative clothes and look absolutely gorgeous in it, she's actually very innocent. It's Karuna that tries to corrupt her mind. Speaking of Karuna...

Bora is the number one target of Karuna's sexual harassment. Bora is constantly groped, pants-ed, pounced on, and otherwise teased, but Bora doesn't really ask her to stop or anything like that.

Spoiler: Guang Long Han (韩光龙)

Demographics:
Name: Guang Long "Fabian" Han (Rock name Ihan)

Gender: Male

Age: 20

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Appearance:

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Spoiler:

Height: 181 cm (5’ 11.26”)
Weight: 82 kg (180.78 lb)
Hair Color: Black/Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Fabian has a very messy, spiky hair that remains unkempt even when Fabian takes a shower. It has come to the point that Fabian gives up on making his hair look better and focus on other, perhaps more important things in life.

Fabian likes wearing attires that remind him of his juvenile delinquent days in Shanghai: cotton shirt of bright colors that are torn in various places, black leather vest, rough-and-tough dark denim jeans, headband. He can make himself casual while relaxing by resorting to a cleaner shirt and sweatpants.

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Biography:

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Hailing from the back alleys of Shanghai, Fabian has seen better days... and worse. His achievements in life may seem sudden, but they are backed by years of hardship he had to go through.

Fabian was always a troublemaker, ever since he was a wee kid from the outskirts of Shanghai. His family was a simple fishermen who wanted nothing more than a tranquil, easy life for Fabian. This angered the young, mischievous boy, as he went about making trouble with kids his age. He was often scolded by his parents, but his mindset was already that of a delinquent: his parents can't tell him what to do. At early age of 14, Fabian left his house in pursuit of becoming a rock star, bringing only his electric guitar.

So began Fabian's journey to the city of Shanghai. He had no money and no relatives in Shanghai who could help him settle, so he resorted to living in the back alleys, working in the construction sites during day and practicing guitar. Life was tough, but Fabian held on, knowing that soon his dream of becoming a rock star will be fulfilled. Sometimes, Fabian was so hungry he and other boys living in the back alley robbed a convenient store. Their act of crime grew and grew until some of the boys were actually captured by the police. Fabian was able to hide before the police could find him, but he decided never to stray from the path of honest life since then.

Eventually Fabian's guitar prowess improved, and he was invited to play as lead guitar for an indie metal band, but it wasn't what he expected. The band would just gather and practice around for a few minutes then goof around. They barely played in any clubs or concerts; as if they took their band business as a hobby. Fed up with their casual approach to music, Fabian soon left the band and wandered in solitude. He wondered pondered about his possible choices and what he should do: go back to the family and lead the quiet life as a fisherman, stay in Shanghai to continue pursuing his fleeting dream of becoming a rock star, or... maybe end his miserable life.

He was hungry. He was tired. He was ready to give up.

Then he heard music.

Instinctively, Fabian was led to the source of music to find a band playing in an otaku bar with customers truly enjoying their music. There, embedded in the smiles of the band members, Fabian saw true nature of rock star. Being a famous rocker isn't about all the fame and earning astronomical amount of money; it was about having fun in what they do.

Fabian asked the band if they can take him as an apprentice. The band not only accepted Fabian into their fold, but also welcomed him, flattered that their music changed a boy's life. They taught Fabian the ropes: more than what Fabian could learn by himself with no guidance. He picked up all the information like a sponge, and soon was able to play with the band at the same level. He didn't mind that the band's relative lack of popularity, he was just happy that he could finally have fun while plucking his guitar strings.

Fabian came to Valhalla following his band members who sought out for a broader range of audience. However, Fabian realized just how dangerous this city is when a large, hulking beast with sharp fangs and tentacles for legs suddenly jumped right in front of him. Fabian was able to block the first attack by instinctively swinging his electric guitar, but it only managed to anger the monster as it bellowed in rage and extended its' tentacle, poised to strike straight through Fabian.

POW! POW!

Fabian had his eyes closed, so he could not see it, but the monster that suddenly came to view and attacked Fabian disappeared into a thin black mist. Fabian opened his eyes, saw that the monster was gone, and turned to find an elderly caucasian man who wore a brown, 10-gallon stetson hat under his white hair and had his hands on his belt that housed two silver revolvers. He was dressed like a cowboy... perhaps a sheriff in the Wild West, which was strange but not unheard of in today's world. Perhaps he once was a cowboy himself. Who knows.

The elderly man then introduced himself as Jason Verrickt. From him, Fabian learned that the monster who just attempted to skewer him was called an Omen, and that Jason was part of the Prophets who hunted these devilish Omen. Jason then asked Fabian if he too could become a Prophet and help him rid the world of Omen threat. Fabian at first was reluctant, as he was afraid that he would miss his precious time with the band. However, when Jason further explained that the Omen come out at night to kill humans, worry for the band members overtook Fabian's fear. It's better to lose a bit of practice time with the band temporarily than to lose the said band forever. Fabian took the test of the Judicator's tear, passed it, and became a full-fledged Prophet. With his newly gained power, Fabian vows to protect his band members, as compensation for them saving Fabian's life years ago.

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Personality and Traits:

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Fabian is a reckless go-getter at times. He was not taught how to be patient, so he likes to take action instead of planning for the course of attack. In non-battle situation as well, Fabian doesn't think things through most of the times and just do as his instinct tells him to.

While he may come off as arrogant and rude, he's actually pretty passionate in protecting his friends. The lives of living in the back alley taught him that friends are all you have in the cruel world, and this correlates to today's Fabian where he will often times do risky moves and take dangerous decisions to save his friends and comrades.

He gets along well with Karuna. In fact, Karuna and him have formed a mutual agreement to work as partners for each other during combat. So far, the two seem to work well for each other, Karuna controlling the skies while Fabian sweeps the ground. Fabian in secret likes Karuna in a romantic way, but he is too shy to propose to her, afraid that she might brush it off as a joke or downright reject him.

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Powers:

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Overall Threat Level: 34

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Strength: 36
Agility: 60
Intelligence: 30
Special: 10

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Lightning-fast Speedster

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Fabian was given a meatbun as his Soulbound. Disappointed and quite hungry, Fabian devoured the meatbun to find that what he ate wasn't an ordinary dumpling. Power of lightning coursed through his veins as he began glowing a dim blue. When the light faded, Fabian was able to move like lightning.

His super speed allows Fabian to excel in fights where there are lots of rooms to cover, contrasted by Karuna whose combat prowess increases in tight spaces. Fabian's physical capability hasn't increased much more than a newly-blessed Prophet; his Strength number comes from when he uses his maximum speed to slam his whole body in a reckless tackle attack. This surprisingly deals serious damage to anything in the way, especially Omen, but also hurts Fabian in the process.

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Miscellaneous notes:

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Fabian misses home sometimes, primarily by asking if there are any good Chinese restaurants nearby. So far, none of the Chinese cuisine restaurants were able to fulfill Fabian's desire to taste authentic Chinese food.

Fabian's stage name is Ihan. The band he is in plays a lot of Touhou metal remixes.

Fabian has a secret crush on Karuna. He can't keep a straight face around her.

Spoiler: Father Bernard Castellano

Demographics:
Name: Alberto De Luca (Christened Bernard Castellano)

Gender: Male

Age: 38

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Appearance:

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Height: 190 cm (6’ 2.8”)
Weight: 94 kg (207.24 lb)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown

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Biography:

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"Lord... why have you chosen me...?"

Father Bernard Castellano prayed to his God in St. Peter's Basilica. His garb was very ceremonial, as if he was expecting a ceremony of sorts later. Vatican City... one of the last refuge of Prophecy. It is here where every year a priest is determined to become the Prophet and is sent out to the world to rid the world of Omen threat.

"Heavenly father, guide me..." Father Bernard ended his prayer with a small request and stood up to his foot. He was a marvelous man of incredible stature. His muscular body was only so barely hidden in his ceremonial robe. His shoulders were wide, his chest was developed, and his eyes exuded determination. He was ready.

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"...et dicimus et benedicat vobis sicut Propheta novissima nostra."

Within much clapping and cheering, Father Bernard held his now empty cup into the air. The Judicator's tear tasted refreshing in his mouth, as if all his fear about his capability as a Prophet has been washed away. He was then approached by the current Patriarch of Prophecy, who had the widest smile on his face as he brought a new white-and-black robe.

Right when the Patriarch handed him the robe, Father Bernard was sudden frozen in anxiety. Perhaps it was nerves, perhaps he was just dazed at the turn of events. It was neither, as Father Bernard's eyes tracked what looked like a humanic Omen entering the Cathedral, its eyes gazing provocatively at Father Bernard. At first he could not tell, but the humanic being's luscious smile and more importantly the purple mist that formed around it certainly made Father Bernard believe that it was an Omen as he bolted off, dashing into the Cathedral. The participants of ceremony hadn't a clue; they just thought Father Bernard was heading into the Cathedral to get changed...

Father Bernard entered the Cathedral. Because of the ceremony, no one was in the Cathedral... except that one Omen, of course, who must be hiding. Father Bernard drew up his small portable cross from his pockets: a method of protection if the Omen should strike. "Where are you, Omen!" Father Bernard called out. "Show yourself!"

As requested, the Omen suddenly appeared in front of Father Bernard. It was, indeed a humanic Omen; with traits so similar to a human it may as well pass as one even at nighttime. This Omen was a female, and was robed with impressive pieces of armor made from unknown bony material on top of a leather corset. Viscous purple mist emanated and swirled around her as if it was sentient, ready to be commanded.

"Congratulations, Father Bernard." The Omen chuckled, her voice mysterious and enigmatic with a bit of an echo.

"Why do you desecrate this holy ground, demon?" Father Bernard growled, hint of nervousness in his voice. The Omen giggled again as she paced back and forth. "This Cathedral is not for the likes of you."

"Desecrate? Oh, I wouldn't dare." The Omen wiled Father Bernard into her riddles. "I'm just here to give you... an advice."

"I have no time to listen to your temptation!" Father Bernard closed his mind, not heeding to whatever the Omen has to say. However, the anticipated temptation did not come. Instead, the Omen looked at Father Bernard's eyes earnestly.

"Where there's light, there's always shadow." The Omen quoted as her physical form disintegrated to a purple mist and left the cathedral. "Light is fast and burns through the night, but wherever it goes, darkness is always there, ready to make way. Grow strong, young Prophet. Perhaps once you understand what I've said, then you are capable enough to face me."

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Father Bernard was sent to Valhalla to begin his quest of Omenslaying. He sought out if there were any other Prophets in the area and indeed, there were a group of capable Prophets that he could lend strength to. However, the words that the mysterious female Omen said to him was etched at the back of his mind as he strives, to this day, to figure out what those words really meant.

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Personality and Traits:

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Father Bernard takes the cake for being the holiest man anyone could meet. He does not smoke, he does not drink, he vowed to stay abstinent and not to fall to temptation of sins. He keeps his composure in everything he does, despite others' efforts to throw him off his balance.

Although he is not the leader of the pack, Father Bernard is the one who is struggling to keep Fabian, Karuna, and Bora relatively behaved. He sometimes even scorns the leader, Jason Verrickt, that he is too lenient on the kids. Jason, however, brushes his lectures off with a relaxed and lighthearted chuckle.

Father Bernard is deathly afraid of being tempted by lust, as his father was banished and excommunicated for such deeds. He despaired when he saw Bora and Karuna for the first time.

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Powers:

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Overall Threat Level: 36

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Strength: 44
Agility: 14
Intelligence: 40
Special: 46

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All-around Offensive Support

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Father Bernard's Soulbound is a large metal cross. The simplest use of the cross is to grab it by the handle on its long end and swing it around like a blunt weapon, which does hefty amount of destruction. However, this is not what Father Bernard's Soulbound is truly used for.

Father Bernard can channel holy energy with his Soulbound and output it to either purge the Omen from afar or cure minor injuries for himself or those around him. Large injuries such as pierce wounds or excessively large scars require an astronomical amount of energy to mend, so Father Bernard relies on scientific medicine to harmonize with his healing ability.

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Miscellaneous notes:

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Father Bernard eats very bland things. It's come to the point that Bora, chef of the group, creates a separate meal using significantly less salt only for Father Bernard.

Spoiler: Jason Verrickt

Demographics:
Name: Jason Verrickt

Gender: Male

Age: 77

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Appearance:

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Height: 172 cm (6’ 7.2”)
Weight: 64 kg (141.1 lb)
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Deep Blue

Jason's hair has long been silvery white, denoting his old age. However, the silver hair and the matching goatee, mustache, and beard give him an aura of wisdom and respect.

Jason commonly wears outfit reminiscent of the old days of the Wild West: discolored leather satchel, jeans that lived longer than his companion Prophets, cowboy boots. He always wears his ten-gallon stetson; never goes anywhere without them. He even sleeps wearing the hat.

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Biography:

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"Convict, step forward."

Jason Verrickt, age 72, sheriff of a nameless town smack dab in the middle of nowhere, paced around his office as a man in handcuffs took one step forward. The convict was packed with muscle, with overlaying tattoos layered across his arms, his back, and his chest. He was dressed in a baggy trouser and nothing else.

"I swear, I didn't kill no bitch." The convict immediately started defending himself. "I didn't see no bitch, I didn't hear no bitch. Just 'cause I was at the wrong place at the wrong time-"

"Ya're only going to speak when ya're spoken to, alright?" Jason grumbled, which shut the convict up quickly. "Now. Tell me, son. Where were ya yesterday at 11 PM?

"Man, ya know where I was." The convict sighed at the formality that Jason took. "I was at the saloon, gettin' piss drunk. Ya were there, playin' cards. I heard you holla': 'I got fitty! I got fitty!' from one corner to another."

"Yer right. I WAS playin' cards." The sheriff admitted. "I didn't see ya there though. Ya sure ya were at the saloon?"

"Ask Madame Brittany. She saw me; she even said "howdy" to me for the first time!" The convict grew excited at the memory of the beautiful saloon owner Madame Brittany greeting him for the first time ever.

"I'll interrogate her on my own time, then. Continue." Jason wrote down Madame Brittany on his notepad and allowed the convict to continue his side of the story.

"Everyone left when the saloon closed, but I had no place to go so I was hangin' by the porch drinkin'." The convict continued his side of the story. "But then I heard hollerin' in the background. A scream of a woman. I originally dismissed it as someone gettin' a rough-ass humpin', but then I heard the scream again, and it didn't sound like she was havin' sex at all."

"So ya wobbled to the scene of the crime, you say?" Jason wasn't impressed with the convict's story as he casually wrote down notes. "Alright... I'll see what can be done for ya', until then, back to the pen you go."

"No! Wait!" The convict thrashed, letting go of the deputies' grip. "I saw something there, you know."

Jason ordered the deputies to hold back. "Go on."

"There was that bitch, laying there, no clothes on, dead. She gone. Then I saw something in the shadows. A wee small thing, no bigger than a stray dog. But it had fangs of a damn 'gator or somethin'. It had blood in its' mouth like it was eatin' the bitch. It looked at me and growled; but it wasn't like a dog growl, it was more like- like a lion growl or somethin'. I almost pissed my pants because of that- so I drew my pistol and- and- I shot the thing. It didn't die though, it just ran away. And then you know the rest of the story."

Jason listened to the convict's story a lot more thoroughly than before. Could it be that his old nemesis would come back to haunt him even to this day?

"Let the convict go, deputies." Jason ordered. "He clean."

"You sure about that, sher'ff?" One of the deputies asked for confirmation. "We'll be releasin' the only suspect we have."

"Yeah, I know." Jason nodded, and the deputies undid the convict's handcuffs. "I know exactly what's goin' on, now."

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Before he decided to take the job as an unremarkable sheriff, Jason Verrickt was the hero of the Wild West with his gun-slinging ways. However, he wasn't going around doing Mexican standoffs or any of those glamorous Hollywood bullshit; he was going from town to town hunting these shadowy creatures called Omen that have been slaying cows, horses, and men, turning bustling boom towns into ghost cities in weeks, if not days. He kept the cities safe from Omen threat until 10 years ago, when he decided to retire and spend the rest of his life as a sheriff in the town of Buffalo City, believing that the Omen threat has been taken care of.

Unfortunately, they weren't. Can't get a day of simple life, can I? Jason thought to himself as he pondered that night. He could not sleep; for he now knew that Omen were still a big threat, and going back to his wandering days of slaying Omen city by city was going to prove difficult in his old age. Instead, Jason decided to head to Valhalla, his master's birthplace, to find answers to why these Omen are coming back.

In Valhalla, Jason created his own group of Prophets and went about rescuing those under attack by Omen, recruiting new bloods this way. While Jason finds out a way to stop the Omen threat altogether, he might as well gather more allies and make them a bit stronger.

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Personality and Traits:

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Jason over the years became rather gentle, but back when he was young, he was a rough-mouthed, volatile man who trusted only in himself and his trusted revolver. He still displays his younger side in combat, preferring solo operations rather than coordinated assaults.

In non-combat, Jason is very lenient. He's like your grandfather who'll take you to places every weekend and buy you ice cream. This in turn puts him in clash with Father Bernard, who does not like how... loud... the other Prophets are, and advises Jason to be a bit more strict... ha, as if!

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Powers:

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Overall Threat Level: 48

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Strength: 48
Agility: 52
Intelligence: 60
Special: 32

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The most powerful Prophet in Valhalla

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Jason Verrickt's Soulbound is a vintage silver six-shot revolver with an emblem of an angel wing encarved on its barrel. Affectionately named "Wailing Wanda", this revolver does not fire regular ammo; but rather Jason's spirit energy manifested into shape of a revolver ammunition. This allows his revolver to deal extra destruction against the Omen.

Jason Verrickt in his prime was the best gunslinger of the West. He may be old, but his quick draw is still impossible to track with naked eye as he can fire a shot that will make a clean hole through an Omen's head and put his pistol back into his satchel in the blink of an eye.

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Miscellaneous notes:

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Jason smokes. A lot. This is another reason why Father Bernard does not like Jason very much; Jason isn't a role-model figure that younger Prophets should learn from. However, everyone else loves Jason.

(*A character in 3B so that Rezar and Nick (Pringles' character) has

Spoiler: Maya Harrison

Demographics:
Name: Maya Harrison

Gender: Female

Age: 17

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Appearance:

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Spoiler:

Height: 160 cm (5’ 3”)
Weight: 46 kg (101.41 lb)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red/Turquoise

Maya always wears a medical eyepatch due to the irritation that tends to form when her turquoise eye is exposed to the atmosphere. She is a sickly girl, so she tends to follow what her doctor tells her to do; including the eyepatch

Maya is very slender, almost to the point that she looks malnourished. This delicacy brings out the chivalry in men: their desire to protect her.

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Biography:

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Ever since she was born, Maya was a very frail child. She was so delicate, she couldn't walk until she was 3: a very slow-paced growth compared to other children. Maya's parents were both very successful businessmen: her father is a multimillionaire technology guru from America, while her mother is a Japanese robotics engineer and the creator of a very famous robot companion Sakura Bot. They had no time to raise Maya, so they instead hired 3 nannies to take care for Maya alone. Thus, Maya was raised to become a very spoiled child and, although she barely saw the two, Maya absolutely loved her parents, just as much as they loved Maya.

Maya took everything for granted. However, when her mother lost her battle against breast cancer, her life spiraled into depression. Her father did everything to cheer her up, but Maya could not get out of her depressive state. She did not even leave her bed for the first few months without her mother. She thought about a lot of things, but mostly about how rude and disrespectful she acted towards her own mother. When she finally overcame and stepped out of her room for the first time, she determined that she will treat everyone nicely.

Maya's father too was grieving the loss of his wife. However, he had to feed the rest of his family, so he quickly moved on. He bought a skyscraper in Valhalla to start a new business there, and moved his entire family to a large manor on the outskirts of Valhalla. However, before he left to his new home in Valhalla, he pledged before his wife's grave that he will never marry another woman. To this day, 5 years later, he still keeps his promise.

Maya meanwhile is now enrolled in Valhalla High School as a senior. She is the smartest student in the school; she went to international mathematics and science Olympiads and won medals and trophies under her name. Her physical capabilities may be lackluster, but as they say, Brain over brawn.

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Personality and Traits:

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Maya is quite possibly the nicest person in 3B, if not the whole senior class or the entire school for that matter. She is very helpful, especially when it comes to tutoring. She's knowledgeable in everything; even obscure things like trivial characteristics of K-pop idols. She loves learning new things; whether it's academic or pure nonsense.

Maya however becomes reluctant when she is asked to do something physical. The whole school knows of how frail she is, and tends to shy away from doing anything reckless around her.

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Powers:

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Overall Threat Level: 4

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Strength: 1
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 12
Special: 0

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While she doesn't actually know a thing about Omen before becoming a Prophet, she has made deductive reasoning that the police are covering up the mysterious murders with tall tales. They weren't some serial killers' doing, nor are they from wildlife; for they do not wander far into the city. That knowledge, as well as her vast knowledge in everything and anything, makes her one of the more useful regular humans while fighting Omen.

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Miscellaneous notes:

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To gauge how frail Maya is; when Maya was struck by a gently thrown frisbee, she got a large bruise on the struck location. It took a month for the bruise to subside.

Maya is the class president, as well as president of chess club and debate group in the high school. However, she still chooses to attend homeroom class of 3B.

[WriggleRid3r]

@Kristia
People who become Prophet generally become stronger than average human to fight the Omen, so you don't have to be too stronger than an average person. Maybe your character worked out. Either way would've been no match for an Omen.

[Kristia]

Ok then, I'll search for a good character to make, also..

Damn you for using someone similar to Yang, I was thinking of her ><

[WriggleRid3r]

God-suragi \o/

[Cucoo5]

Oh it's this kind of story.

...sorry Obi Wan Derpnobi, some other time...

Frict... If I tweaked Rose a bit she would fit.
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[WriggleRid3r]

Or you can just make a new OC. I do that all the time :3

[Kilelicus]

I don't rightly know if this will actually be allowed, but who gives a fuck. It's pretty clearly stated that this is a kind of suggestive RP. Might work on a character later.

[S121]

@Cucoo

Sniper Sythes are cool. XD


@Wriggle

Of course, OCs are fine too. When making an OC (or any other character), how exactly should we introduce them into the world?

Anyways, I'll work on mine when I get off work.

[Kilelicus]

That's RUBY.

[S121]

@Kilel

Well if we want to split hairs, Cucoo did put her last name.

Then again, didn't Cucoo say something about an OC named Rose?

[WriggleRid3r]

@Pringles
Throughout today I'll be making an example of how OCs' bio can be entered