#( he wields the nodachi )

[moonriddles]

Hey so i have this oc-

I just fricking love him so much i feel the urge of posting him everywhere

Akio Vé Draxum is a goat yokai of Asian-Nordic descent who exudes an intimidating presence wherever he goes. A tribute to his family's pride, his long hair is adorned with delicate gold ornaments that his mother used to entwine when he was just a baby, keeping it in his honor and as a constant reminder of his roots and heritage.

His childhood marked by tragedy shaped his character. At the age of four, his quiet rural town in feudal Japan was raided by humans, nearly leading to the extinction of his race. His mother, a legendary warrior, made the ultimate sacrifice to protect her children, an act of bravery that Akio carries with him as a beacon of inspiration.

Raised by his older brother, B.Draxum, Akio received an intensive education in the art of war and fighting. However, his relationship with Draxum is complex; although they care for each other, Akio harbors some resentment for his brother's bossy attitude during their childhood. The line between teacher and brother blurred, leaving a feeling of lack of emotional support.

Over the centuries, Akio has forged himself into a formidable warrior, renowned in the yokai community for his exploits in war and his unwavering loyalty. But his scars, both physical and emotional, are evident. He is one-eyed, his face and body are scarred by wounds from past conflicts, and while serious and self-centered, he is also loyal to the core and has a deep sense of duty and family.

The mystical Nodachi that Akio wields is an extension of his own essence. Holding a jade handle, it gives off a powerful and mystical aura that seems to resonate with the strength of its ancestors. Imbued with the energy of his lineage, the saber is a tool he uses with supernatural prowess in the protection of his people and revenge against those who have caused harm to his race.

The figure of his mother continues to be a beacon of hope and pain in his life. Sometimes in his dreams he catches a glimpse of her silhouette or hears melodies that he used to sing to her, but he can never see her face. This inability to fully remember his mother is a constant source of melancholy for Akio.

Akio Draxum is a warrior with unwavering spiritual depth, an unwavering loyalty to his yokai lineage, and an iron determination to protect his own. Although his relationship with his brother is complicated, their brotherly bond is a fundamental pillar in his life, and together, they are guardians of a yokai tradition that fights to endure in an ever-changing world.

And well he hates both human and mutant, he considers this last race as inferior and weak for not being "pure blooded yokai".

I have the headcanon that Draxum is Japanese-Nordic

More than anything due to the fact that Huginn and Muninn base their names on Odin's servants who also perch on his shoulders. So, I wanted to do something similar with Akio and give him companions based on outstanding creatures from Escavandian mythology.

Sleipnir was a gift from Draxum when he began his journey as a warrior, "every noble and fierce warrior needs a steed at his level" was what he said to him

Freky is a mortal falcon that Akio rescued from the surface and turned into his servant and companion, it is his eyes around the hidden city. Like all mortal animals, Freky died over the years, but Akio keeps his soul in his sword to keep him with him even after death.

And that's all i think?? I just love hin he's my baby my skrunkly

#my art #fanart #messy sketch #rottmnt fc #rottmnt baron draxum #rottmnt #rottmnt oc #original character #rise of the tmnt oc #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt oc #tmnt 2018 #baron draxum #nordic stuff

[ask-the-vocafamilies]

Vocafamilies - Gakupo Family

((No, you’re not reading it wrong, in Vocafamilies, “Gakupo” is his surname, while his first name is...))

Gakupo Sai, Age 43

Brave, Strong, Wise and Strong sense of justice, Sai fits the description of a modern warrior. Skillful in a wide variety of weapons, with Katana as his weapon of choice. Not only is he proficient in swordmanship, he’s also a capable swordsmith. Matter of fact, he made his and his children their own Katanas. His Katana, the “Miburi II” was made after the first one was broken. He is also strong and capable enough to make and wield a large katana called the Nodachi, which he named “Dai Miburi”. Don’t underestimate this man due to his age, he is capable to hold his own in a fight. His twin children, Shisui and Uzumi, have tried to defeat him in a 2vs1 swordfight since the first time they wield a (then wooden) katana, and to this day, he still remain undefeated.

Megurine Ruka, Age 40

Calm, Collected, Compassionate, Understanding, and somewhat Blunt both in words and sight, Ruka is the calm needed in a ragtag bunch of... not misfits of the Vocafamilies. Due to having a British mother, she speaks in British English in occasion when English is the language used, which can be somewhat confusing for the others who usually speak in American English or Japanese English. She doesn’t partake in many of her husband and children’s bout of swordfights, she usually sitting on the corridor, watching the fight, tea in hand. It may seem so, but she’s actually analyzing her children’s fighting style and movement, which later she will inform Gakupo so that he can use the information to improve their children’s skills.

Gakupo Shisui, Age 14

The male twin of the Gakupo Twins. Cool-Headed, Careful with his words, and always calculating his actions and words, Shisui is the supportive big brother figure of the Vocakids. He wield a Katana which he named, “Murasaki Suishō”. Whenever he fight with one, he often remain on the defensive stance, only attacking when the moment present itself. He may seem cold and calculating, but give some time to know him, and you’ll find out he’s one of the warmest boy around.

Gakupo Uzumi, Age 14

The female twin of the Gakupo Twins. Hot-Headed, Blunt with her words, and often act on impulse, Uzumi is the energetic with a hit of temper on the side second big sister figure, after Yukiko of the Vocakids. She wield a Katana which she named, “Akai Hayate”. Whenever she fights with one, she often on the attacking stance, preferring to make her own opening with many attacks launched at her adversary. Despite her rather... aggressive personality, She’s actually fond of anything “Cute”, and honest and unafraid of showing her fondness to the world. 

#gakuluka #gakupo #megurine luka #shisui #uzumi

[jasminelyoko57]

[TWST OC] A guide to Shinobu

So... Tsutomu’s main weapon is the nodachi (field sword) or ōdachi (great sword). Its name is Shinobu (JPN: 忍, ENG: Perseverance).

From what I read, the nodachi is a Japanese sword with 3 or more shaku in size (1 shaku being roughly 30 cm). It is considerably larger than its counterparts, but there’s no exact measurement to qualify a great sword. 

Its Western equivalents are the Zweihänder and claymore because they’re wielded with two hands.

The rough design

Its scabbard, the wrap strings, and the hilt are supposed to be reddish brown, blue, and gold respectively.

Sample design

I pictured his nodachi as like this, but it has a red tassel under the hilt. 

The nodachi is so long that it could take down cavalrymen and their mounts alike. To wield this blade, one required much training to work up the muscles for the task. So long and hefty was the sword that it was difficult to draw. 

However, since Tsutomu has trained with various swords (including the wakizashi, the lil’ blade) in his previous world, he has no problem drawing it since his body is set for battle anytime.

Shinobu, according to the wazamono classification, is an excellent grade sword which has the characteristic of being able to repel any interference, such as signature spells (save for his flame powers, though). The sword's length is about 130 cm long.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst headcanon #twst imagines #idk what should i tag here

[magustempus]

💭

Back. Way back. Further back than any human should be even possible to have, there's a memory.

A memory of a young man who had yet to become a godling... ...again.

A memory of him in front of a house in the middle of the night, wielding a nodachi and facing off against a small group of darkened figures.

He'd put great effort into cutting through each one of them. No blood was spilled. At least, none that could be seen in the dark of night. But he went on, as if they were a great threat to a greater goal.

Which they absolutely were. Whatever that goal was, must have been important as he was in a near panic when cutting them all down. Then again, this was before.

Before the Ordeal...

#dutiesend #peering into the past

[b-erserk]

A mostly nude man with a jar affixed to his head, wielding two long-bladed katanas stands before you. How do you respond?

—  Christ,  he’s  seen  everything  now;  he  doesn’t  even  have   an  answer  for  this  shit.  A  foe  is  a  foe,  so  he  will  respect  the  nodachis  at  the  very  least.  His  response  consists  of  him  retrieving  his  own  large  blade  and  wait  for  an  actual  ‘  attack  ‘.

#crack #anon #& — 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 ( v : elden ring ) #okay #this is a new getup in his eyes #holy f*ck #this guy looks solid and ready to kill

[medicus-mortem]

Damned Heart // Demon Hunter Verse

A priest who doesn’t believe in God, or at least doesn’t believe the Almighty gives a damn about the humans they so cruelly brought into existence. What he does believe in are demons. He’s seen them, watched one kill his entire family. Burning his home to the ground in an inferno he should have never survived, but that demon touched him. Reached inside his very being and left a mark on his soul. It left him cursed, left him damned. Path to the Inferno already determined.

At least, that’s what the Bishop always told him. Trafalgar Law had no reason to believe otherwise. Death followed him like a bad smell he couldn’t scrub off. The orphanage he grew up in came to ruin when the nuns killed each other, the only survivor ranting about possession. For a time he tried to live his own life, or as good a one as an orphaned teenager can, but that too ended in tragedy. It was as if he attracted monsters and demons. Like they existed solely to torment him. He saw no end to this, no salvation, not until the Bishop

He came offering a solution, a way to remove this curse and heal the mark on his soul. To pledge his service to the Church and God. To exist solely for the eradication of all that is evil on this earth, to kill any unholy creature that would defy the will of God. Seeing no other path Law agreed, becoming a priest and joining a secret order of Demon Hunters.

Tattoos: DEATH still on his fingers. The crosses on the back of his hands are now simple Catholic crosses. He has a crucified demon tattooed on his back. The right arm is covered in depictions of the different types of demons he’s killed, each image a copy of something Law sketched himself. The tattoos on his chest and shoulders are now chains, the ones on his chest hanging down to curl around an anatomically correct depiction of the Sacred Heart right in the center of his chest. The heart has been stabbed and is bleeding. All the tattoos are very detailed and in black and white.

Kikoku: A nodachi with the soul of a demon trapped inside it. Kept as an unholy relic by the Church and locked in their vaults. Capable of killing demons but when anyone tries to wield her they die. Law tames the sword and becomes her new master.

#Dark History // Headcanons #Damned Heart // Demon Hunter Verse #verses #[I couldn't stop thinking about it]

[ghost-kitty]

how do we send you prompts ? via asks ? Can I please request platonic Zoro & Law "Look like we'll be trapped in here for a while" ?

Why yes, of course you can have the sword buddies @seikyoko! :D

I hope you like it uwu

„It’s no use,“ comes the deep voice from Law behind him. “It’s sea stone.”

Zoro huffs out a breath and throws himself against the door once again, just for good measure. It doesn’t budge though and he can’t slice it either, which honestly pisses him off. Sheathing his blades, he grits his teeth. “Yeah it can’t be helped,” he admits as he places his swords against the wall and slumps down to lean against it with his arms and legs crossed. “Looks like we’ll be trapped in here for a while.”

Law says nothing. He stands motionless a few feet away from Zoro, his golden eyes piercing the swordsman.

“Don’t worry,” he reassures, “Luffy will get us out soon.”

The captain clicks his tongue. “I’m not worried.”

Of course he’s not. After all, worry is an emotion and as far as Zoro can tell, the tall man clearly lacks them. “He better gets us out of here soon. It’s his fault that we’re trapped in the first place.”

Zoro eyes the Shichibukai warily.

He’s not wrong. What only should have been a quick run for some supplies ended up being a complete mess. Like usual. Well, at least for Zoro it’s usual. He can’t blame Law for being slightly annoyed with the whole situation though; it takes a while to get used to his Captain’s antics. But no matter what mess Luffy gets them into, in the end everything turns out fine for them. So really, Law needs to relax a little. And not worry about his ‘plan’ all the time. Shit’s annoying.

The heart pirate’s captain is travelling with them for about a week now and if he’s being honest, Zoro still doesn’t really know what to think of him. Luffy trusts him, so Zoro does too. He accepts his captain’s decision of forming an alliance with the heart pirates of course, and Law was the one who saved Luffy back when none of the straw hats could. Still, all gratefulness aside, Zoro is suspicious of him.

Law is very hard to read. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who does something out of the pure goodness of his heart. Saving Luffy more than likely serves a greater purpose for him and he probably wants to use the straw hat captain’s good hearted nature and his naivety to his advantage. Only time will tell if he has bad intentions or not though, so for the time being, Zoro sticks with having a watchful eye on him.

“Man, you should relax a little,” he mumbles, “pacing around won’t do anything. Sit your ass down.”

Law glares at him, making no move to sit down. He can practically feel the unspoken ‘don’t order me around’ on the older man’s lips. Whatever. If he likes being uncomfortable, that’s not Zoro’s problem.

Time goes by slow and the tension coming from Law seriously pisses him off. “So Kaido, huh?” he tries to start a conversation, if only to stop him from pacing around.

“Yeah,” comes the short answer.

Zoro lets out a stretched out yawn. “That’s a pretty big goal, to go after one of the Yonkos. Not that I mind.”

“…yeah.”

“I don’t think that you know what you’re in for with this alliance to be honest,” the green haired chuckles. “Well anyway… I never thought that we would form an alliance with another pirate captain. Could be fun though.”

Law eyes him with a blank expression, not a single emotion to be found on the captain’s face. He remains silent.

How charming, Zoro thinks.

“Well this has been a great conversation. I’m going to take a nap now until the others get here”

He closes his eye and lets his thoughts drift, thinking about all the techniques he wants to work on as soon as he gets the opportunity to train again. His haki is pretty good thanks to Mihawk, but he still has a long way to go. The new world is a dangerous place and their enemies will only get stronger from now on.

Good. He can’t wait to test his new skills on them.

A soft ‘thud’ snaps him out of his musings. Slowly he opens his eye to see that Law is now, like him, sitting on the cold floor, careful to not touch the wall made out of seastone. His long legs are crossed and his nodachi in between them, hugged against his chest in a firm grip. Zoro eyes the beauty for a moment, grin tugging at his lips.

“Cursed huh?”

Law nods shortly, gaze straight ahead and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Zoro huffs. “They can be a pain in the ass. Is it as bloodthirsty as mine?”

No matter how wary he is, Zoro can always appreciate a fellow swordsman; enemy or not. Sadly, he hasn’t seen much of Law in action yet, and what he saw was everything but the ordinary swordsmanship. With his weird devil fruit and all. Still, he knows that Law has the spirit of a real swordsman. He can feel it.

After a while Trafalgar speaks up; his tone cold and distant. As if he calculated every word he is about to say. Weighing what information he can share with his allies, Zoro thinks to himself.

“Not really bloodthirsty. She just likes chaos.”

He perks up at that. “Oh? It’s a she?”

Law nods. “I wouldn’t be the right man to wield her if she were to be bloodthirsty to be honest. But she enjoys the chaos I can cause with my devil fruit.” He hugs the blade tighter against his body. “She’s perfect for me.”

Zoro stays silent for a while. He didn’t think that Law’s connection to his sword is that strong. Interesting. “Well,” he hums, “the blade chooses the owner after all and not the other way around.”

The captain eyes him with a glint in his gold eyes that leaves goosebumps on Zoro’s skin. It’s easy to imagine that a single glance from him would cause many to quaver in fear. It’s absolutely thrilling to him.

“You know,” Law starts cautiously, “I can feel her laugh every time I slice through a body. She’s a damn sadist.”

The small smirk on his lips doesn’t go unnoticed by Zoro. Nor does the look of sheer admiration as he eyes his weapon. Or the way he lovingly traces the white crosses on the sheath with his tattooed fingers.

Huh. He can’t help but think that they might have more in common than he initially thought.

The room goes silent again until a loud bang makes them both grab their swords, both immediately on alert.

“ZORO~!” Luffy’s excited voice can be heard through the thick seastone door, followed by loud crashing noises and shouted curses. “TORAO~!”

Zoro grins devilishly, excitement rushing through his body. He feels the thrill of anticipation in his swords grow as he readies his blades. Law does the same. For a moment he eyes the nodachi in the olders’ hand. And then he hears her.

Laughing like a maniac. Happily calling out her master’s name, like a soft purr. Law’s grip tightens around the handle and the blade rejoices. Enthralled.

His own cursed blade screams - lusts for blood - and together they form a choir; singing a song so beautiful, Zoro’s heart starts racing.

Law hears it too. He sees it in the way his eyes are shimmering.

“Let’s stir this shit up,” Zoro growls just as the door gets pushed open and the happy rubber captain bounces in, the perverted cook behind him with keys dangling from his hand and a flood of enemies rushing in after them.

Law unsheathes his blade; the song getting even louder as the whole rooms gets engulfed by a thin sheen of blue.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “let’s.”

Zoro smiles to himself. Law might not be so bad after all.

#one piece #zoro #trafalgar law #my writing #follower special #writer bingo

[wearemercs]

Wandering Samurai by Stephen Nickel

This is a commission for u/Urechi of his samurai character James Eredas. He has traveled far and wide in search of challenges, and he's taken many trophies from his fallen foes. His armor is decorated with dragon scales, and his fists burn with flaming fury. Though he wields a blade, he is even deadlier in hand to hand combat, drawing his nodachi only when the enemy is just too large to be pummeled to death.

#samurai #fighter #katana #greatsword #mask #nodachi #Stephen Nickel

[chromatic-lamina]

team zolaw, lawzo fanfiction

The quiet between them rocks with a calm ocean's ease. Oh, Zoro's always ready for adventure, but he never sees the Heart Captain running from it despite the outbursts. He's sure he'd like his chaos more ordered at times, but then he rolls with the fallout when it invariably fell out. With a truckload of bitching, but none of them are immune to that, except Luffy. The instigator.

That nodachi packs some power. Luffy wields a sword like smashing a display case in a jewellery store heist, and Zoro's no stranger to his captain's methods, but it pleases him to see Law handle Kikoku. As a fruit user and warrior the Heart knows how to protect and attack. Just ask the Curly Hat crew. He knows the difference between a scabbard and a carapace too, never discarding the former like extraneous skin.

Read more. AO3. Rated T. Law and Zoro. One shot. 2358 words.

Some of you out there seem to be thirsting for some ZoLaw or Zoro & Law. (@gildedmuse​ *cough, cough*). Either way, it’s a good combination, and yeah, pickings can be slim.

In particular, calls for fics where Zoro is part of the Hearts crew have been made. It’s not a fic I’ve written nor probably will write, but Zoro did go to Zou on Law’s submarine and many a fic (okay, about 5) have explored the concept.

Zoro’s chuffed with the idea. Law’s a little more uncertain. But yeah, if you want to check out this overt shipping fic and character study (but not terribly smutty. It’s a T-rating). Now’s your chance. 

Mysterious thing is that 70% of its bookmark’s are private. Don’t know why. Just the way it rolls sometimes. It is a shipping fic though, so fair warning to those who don’t like them.

The tibia, the fibula, the regions in between

#ZoLaw #LawZo #Trafalgar Law #Roronoa Zoro #one piece #one piece fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #law and zoro #my stuff #opfanfiction #op fanfiction #chromalami

[mudaship39]

Alpha Centurion War:

Location: Asia: 

Ryuku or Okinawa:

Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith is an intergalactic shinobi/kunoichi ninja assassin, bounty hunter, contract killer, & hitman for an intergalactic organization and intergalactic spy, agent, & operative of an intergalactic government. He/she/they have safe houses in black sites across the cosmos. These safe houses have caches of money, passports, weapons, & supplies. List of some of the completed hits he/she/they completed as a killer that were declassified. Layla Allen death by gunshot from a silenced plasma pistol. Aamir Kahn death by drowning in a swimming pool. Akanke Ojo death by snapped neck from clawed hands. Lisma Bunda death by chocking to death from a prehensile tail. Patrick Murphy death by fall when pushed out of a window of a skyscraper. Carol Turner death by gunshot from a silenced bolt action hard light sniper rifle. Adrian Ortiz death by beheading from a hard light katana. Vajira De Silva death by stabbing from a plasma knife. Aka Horu death by poisoned drink. Norman Tso death by electrocution when cyberware and bioware was hacked. “We want to work for you,” said a group of several male and female A class to S rank assassins, contact killers, & hitmen to Alexander/Alexandria. “You are a very dangerous assassin, hitman, contract killer and you are a highly skilled spy, agent, & operative as a metamorph, changeling, & shapeshifter.” “You have impersonated so many people with your powers of shapeshifting with absolute adaptation.” “We have searched for you.” “We have seen your work.” “You’re legendary in the universe, multiverse, & omniverse.” “Your actions have affected entire planets, solar systems, & galaxies.” “Kingdoms and empires have risen and fallen by your hand.” Cardinal Changeling (Alexander Mark Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) was in the stronghold of the Shadow Syndicate who train the agents of the Shadow Hand Nekron in Neo Japan in a shinobi and kunoichi ninja assassin stronghold. He/she/they managed to enter the shinobi and kunoichi ninja clan compound to evade detection and capture from a thousand strong Syndicate shinobi or kunoichi ninja assassins. These were F class to A class and S rank shinobi and kunoichi ninja assassins. He defeated them with his/her/their nodachi sword. The compound was home to a ninja clan family and each ninja clan was lead by a clan leader. This shinobi or kunochi ninja clan was led by clan leader Hibiki Higa. Superman and Batman did not kill unless they had no choice but he/she/they however a former soldier, assassin, & mercenary did not have such rules. Hibiki Higa was interested for him/her/them to become the next Shadow Hand Nekron and leader of the Shadow Syndicate. The Shadow Syndicate was an organization of several ninja assassin clans.  

He/she/they appeared out of nowhere from the shadows. He/she/they disarmed Hibiki Higa of her chokuto sword. Her other weapons were her yari spear, tekko, bo staff, sai, tonfas, & tsurugi ken sword. He/she/they unsheathed his/her/their swords. He/she/they wielding a sword with his/her/their prehensile tail pressed an nth metal katana to the abdomen of Hibika Higa. He/she/they wielding a sword in his/her/their right clawed hand also pressed an nth metal wakizashi sword to the throat of Hibiki Higa. The shinobi and kunoichi bodyguards of Hibiki Higa surrounded him/her/them but he/she/they were undeterred. “So many shinobi or kunoichi ninja assassins, contract killers, bounty hunters, mercenaries, hitmen were sent to kill me ever since I was a child till I was a young adult.” “With my kill count they all thought they were sent to kill an adult not sent to kill a preteen or a teenager.” “They were B to A class to S rank shinobi and kunochi ninja, but I executed them all easily just the same.” “I killed them all and sent all of their severed fucking heads back to each of the mercenary and shinobi ninja leaders.” “As a message, a threat, a promise, & a warning.” “Those metahuman and superhuman child, preteen, teenage, & young adult black ops and spec ops metahuman and superhuman supersoldiers that I led that are now preteen, teenage, young adult, & adult black ops and spec ops metahuman and superhuman supersoldiers are part of my chosen family.” He/she/they walked away letting go of Hibiki Higa saying, “So let me assure you that if you ever even think about sending Shadow Syndicate members after them.” “I swear that I as Prince/Princess of Ethania I will fucking bury the entire Shadow Syndicate organization to the fucking ground.” “I will execute each and every single one of you with nth metal bullets or element zero metal arrows in your fucking skulls,” when he/she/they re-sheathed his/her/their swords after they uttered this statement thirty Shadow Syndicate shinobi and kunoichi ninja assassins from across the compound dropped to the ground dead from being beheaded. “Regardless of the powers you hold if you are a living being with feelings then you have a weakness.” “I know your weaknesses so you if you dare hurt my family I’ll destroy you.” Hibiki Higa his/her/their future spouse and partner said, “You are worthy to become the next secret leader of the Shadow Hand Nekron and your sworn sister Arcane Assassin is worthy to become the next secret enforcer of the Shadow Syndicate.” Hibiki said, “This was a test meant to test SSSS class ninja and you passed with flying colors my love.”

Blue Basilisk (Alex/Lexi) had immediately come home from a night watch for a city under his/her/their jurisdiction. Entering his/her/their suite he/she/they straight away sensed something was off. Letting out a groan he/she/they chucked his/her/their paraphernalia down. He/she/they then spoke to the other attendance in the room. “Come out of the fucking shadows John Ruslo I fucking know you are out there,” said Scarlet Shapeshifter to Cobalt Crow (Jonathan Ruslo a Jewish Romani metahuman) who was like Red Arrow, Cheshire, Tigress, Nightwing, Oracle, Red Robin, Spoiler, Batwing, Batman Beyond, Red Hood, & Hawkfire combined. “You should have been more vigilant.” “I mean, what if I was an adversary,” admonished Jonathan as he stepped into the illumination of the moon light area. “If you were a threat we would not be having this conversation.” Cobalt Crow appeared in the doorway of the room and leaned into the door. “You could always tell it is me.” “Well of course I can dumbass, you, Keisuke Tanaka (the Asian Korean person of color speedster with absolute speed), Spectacular Sentinel (Clarissa Patricia Chambers the superhuman similar to Supergirl, Galatea, Divine, Powergirl, & Reign the World Killer combined), & Ruby Raven (Jessica Croft) are my exes.” “After all this time you are even now a wildcard.” “In spite of everything you are still a partial obscurity.” “Even now your exes Keondr Kojir (a female alien queen who is the younger sister of Kulax Kojir), Harlequin Hawk (Peter Garcia Rodriguez), Arcane Archer (Seo-Jun Jeong a Korean person of color archer) still don’t know your comprehensive narrative.” “We still do not know what country, planet, & solar system you are from.” “We still don’t know what exactly you are.” “We still don’t know who exactly you are.” “We still don’t know what your objectives are.” “All of this omitted classified top secret information makes you a likely threat.” “You used to like me, but then again we both know why.” “It’s because we are so similar.” “We are nothing alike Alexander/Alexandria.” “I still don’t have your eyes.” “The cold eyes of an assassin or a shinobi and the eyes of a mercenary or contract killer.” “Ah but only someone who is similarly to us would even perceive that.” “We both observe ourselves in each other and it frightens us.” “You cannot lie to me Cobalt Crow.” “There was always a core of darkness inside you surrounded by light.” “Keisuke, Jessica, Clarissa, & I we all knew just how truly furious and dark you were as an Elite member and all the Paragons saw just how violent and brutal you are.” “I always knew how angry and dark you truly were when we founded the Elites.” “All that rage, all that violence, & all that hatred were beginning to come to the surface but it just needed a trigger.” “Your fury was always underneath the surface while Peter’s rage was always obvious.” “That is what makes you so dangerous Jonathan.” “It was only after training with the monks alongside Peter that you became peaceful and calm and he became more tranquil and nonviolent.” “Your fury as an Elite was more than Peter’s when he was an Elite.” “Your viciousness as an Elite was second to only Peter’s when he was a Paragon.”  “You all observe yourselves in me and that is why you perceive me as a menace.” “You do not know anything about true horror John.” “The child, preteen, teenage, & young adult superhuman and metahuman spec ops and black ops super soldiers that I command and I, we grew up with it being experimented on that hellhole of a giant black site planet by the Earth Military as part of an intergalactic compartmentalized deep black project.” “That is how existence was there in the Vega and Sol System under the iron rule and iron fist of the Terran Empire.” “Recognizing that all that you had ever treasured could be ripped away in a second,” he/she/they said, “however one day I resolved that my men and I would never again live in fear.” “You are so much like Lori and I.” “Look John I have a high opinion of you.” “I love you unconditionally on a platonic level.” “I really do because before I dated you and the others in a poly relationship, we were all friends and comrades.” “After I broke up with all of you we still remained friends and comrades.” “You don’t just remind me of myself.” “You also remind me of conceivably the two utmost men that I had ever had the joy to ever known.” “Something to mull over though, one ended up murdering her whole clan and tribe.” “The other lost all she had ever treasured.” Harlequin Hawk asked, “Is that some sort of intimidation.” “No, not a warning, just a reminder, to both of us….” “We who walk the fine line of hero, antihero, & villain.” “We who walk the fine line of light, dark, & gray.” “We who walk the fine line between evil and good like a trapeze artist.” “Remember I know more than anyone the pain of loss and the pain of anguish.” “I know more than anyone what it is like to look inside you and see an infinite cavity of light and good and I know what it is like to look inside you and see an unending trench of evil and darkness.” “You have both just like I do.” “Sometimes you are a hero as a Sentinel, other times you are a villain as a Paragon, & sometimes you are an antihero as an Elite.”

“No one knew what country or even planet that I was from, no one knew I was there, no one knew who I was, no one knew what I was, no one knew my name, thanks to the superhuman lifespan and healing no one knew my true age, & no one knew where I received my prior training that was so comparable to the training of tier one black ops soldiers, tier one spec ops soldiers, & tier zero super soldiers.” “Death walks amid you.” “I am a phantom, a spirit, a ghost, a spectre.” “I was a mere superhuman and metahuman preteen but already at that point I was a highly trained killer who knew most of the points of immediate death: the larynx, spine, lungs, jugular, kidneys, heart, & liver since I was just a mere child.” “I was someone who was raised from childhood to be the ultimate soldier, hunter, assassin, shinobi, warrior, & killer.” “I was trained in espionage, intelligence, linguistics, assassination, torture, interrogation, hacking, infiltration, & sabotage.” This was the beginning of their top secret classified intergalactic compartmentalized deep black classified codename that is classified top secret SSSS class secret no one not even people like Director Amanda Waller, Director Jeremiah Danvers, Director Vic Sage, Director Eliza Danvers, Director Nicholas “Nick” Fury, & Deputy Director Steven “Steve” Trevor are privy to. The leader of the Syndicate who is similar to the S class shinobi seven hokage of the hidden leaf village said, “Golden Griffin (Alexander Mark Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) typically most kids your age do not know the proper characteristics of being a true ninja and a true assassin,” his daughter Sadar Nadra Nadar (the wife of Laurissa Owen Jones) who is similar to Tahlia Al Ghul said, “but you, yes I can tell you are different,” Someone similar to Lady Shiva said, “you are not like that at all considering from the jaded, cold, distant, cynical, hardened, calculating look in your eyes.” Firebrick Fox (Alexander Smith/Alexandria Smith) said, “The child prodigies Itachi Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake eliminated and executed people as weapons for their shinobi village since they were teenagers at only teens at thirteen as shinobi ANBU Captains (shinobi black ops spec ops operatives).” Emerald Eagle (Alex Smith/Lexi Smith) said, “Like I told someone similar to Bronze Tiger, I did the same as a metahuman and superhuman assassin and ninja since I was less than six.” Jade Jaguar (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith said, “I’ve been silently killing (assassinating enemies: eliminating them with suppressed lethal ranged weapons (like silenced pistols, silenced compound bows, silenced assault rifles, silenced crossbows, composite bows, & silenced sniper rifles), beheading enemies (with futuristic science fiction versions of katana, wakizashi swords, tachi swords, & odachi swords), slitting throats (with futuristic science fiction versions of tanto knives, hamidashi knives, aikuchi knives, combat knives, & KA-BAR knives), snapping necks with my bare hands, poisoning enemies with poisons and toxins, & strangling enemies to death with fiber wire) completing S+ Rank assassination missions across Earth since even before my age even left single fucking digits.” “I once killed a man with his own small intestine when I was only ten years old.” “When I was a preteen to a young adult I was sent on intergalactic deep black compartmentalized top secret classified SSS intergalactic assassination missions across the galaxy, universe, & multiverse.” His/her/their eyes were ancient. They were the eyes of the truly strong. They were dangerous and ruthless. The truly strong did not need to show it. Their actions spoke for themselves. As an assassin, as a bounty hunter, as a black ops private soldier, as a spec ops soldier, as an intelligence paramilitary operative, & as a mercenary. The less known about an intelligence agent, spec ops soldier, as a ninja, or paramilitary operative means they are more dangerous. There is more top secret information about Alex Mack Smith/Lexi Macy Smith than any of this in their deep black redacted dossier, including his/her/their intergalactic compartmentalized deep black classified top secret SSSS class codename that only Mystic Mercenary (Lori Owen Maximiliana Jones) knows thanks to their bond. Not even people like Director Amanda Waller, Director Jeremiah Danvers, & Director and Colonel Steven Trevor is cleared enough to read the whole thing that’s big enough to fill a 2 terabyte USB drive that’s under the constant armed guard of hundreds of SSSS super soldiers. A metahuman similar to Dark Archer (Malcolm Merlyn), Deathstroke (Slade Joseph Wilson), Green Arrow (Oliver Jonas “Ollie” Queen), Black Canary (Dinah Laurel Lance), Batman (Bruce Thomas Wayne), Batwoman (Katherine “Kate” Kane), Huntress (Helena Bertinelli), & Deadshot (Floyd Lawton) said, “You are a true soldier of death and a true warrior of the shadows.” A superhuman similar to Nyssa Al Ghul, Taliah Al Ghul, & Lady Shiva then said, “You child are the epitome and the personification of a true assassin, true shinobi/kunoichi, and a true ninja.”  “I was born from the soldiers, warriors, hunters, & killers.” “As a child I was trained to be a soldier, warrior, hunter, & killer.” “However, I chose to become something beyond that, a symbol of hope, justice, & order.”

“My sensei was, is, a deadly assassin, mercenary, & bounty hunter that traveled the planet, star system, galaxy and made her trade by killing people whether human or humanoid across the universe and multiverse.” “Soon as I learned how to fight hard light or plasma guns, hard light or plasma swords, & hard light or plasma knives she molded me into a master of all of them.” “Soon as my fangs, canines, saber teeth, & claws on my hands with opposable thumbs, & claws on my feet with opposable toes that can all rip apart even diamonds came in she taught me how to fight with them as easily as I fought with my fists, feet, & prehensile tail.” “Once she learned I could impersonate humans and humanoids and once she learned I can shapeshift into terrestrial, avian, aquatic, extraterrestrial, magical, demonic, mythical, fictional, angelic, & fantasy animals, beasts, creatures, monsters, & humanoids she made sure I could beat even the best of fighters, soldiers, & combatants in each of my infinite forms as a metamorph, changeling, & shapeshifter.” “She taught me how to hunt with a blade, a crossbow, a scoped 12.7 mm hunting rifle, a traditional composite made out of wood, & a compound bow with scope.” “She taught me how to prowl, stalk, & track my prey.” “I hunted animals, creatures, beasts, & monsters using her teaching as a ranger and hunter/huntress.” “I later used it to hunt my targets as an assassin, contract killer, & bounty hunter.”  “This is how we wanted to die, at the hands of our protégé, Alex Smith/Lexi Smith, you have exceeded us, as your mentors we pass on our legacy to you, you are now the Shadow Saber,” said a male metahuman, female superhuman, & male superhuman (similar to Deathstroke the Terminator (Slade Joseph Wilson), Dark Archer (Malcolm Merlyn), & Deadshot (Floyd Lawton). Blue Basilisk (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) struck her in the abdomen with an nth metal nodachi sword. He/she/they then beheaded him with an elemental zero odachi sword. He/she/they earlier had killed shot the male metahuman with a 12.7mm hard light plasma sniper rifle. He/she/they dropped to his/her/their knees. He/she/they kneeled there watching his/her/their teachers bodies fall before closing his/her/their prosthetic, bionic, & cybernetic left eye and his/her/their real biological right eye before passing out from the wound from the female superhuman’s nth metal sword, the wound from his nth metal arrow, & the wound from the nth metal bullet fired from his 50 caliber hard light plasma sniper rifle.

Crimson Chimera awoke to someone similar to Alfred or Wintergreen making sure his/her/their wounds were healing properly with their supernatural healing. The human (who was similar to Wintergreen to Deathstroke or Alfred Pennyworth to Batman) said, “Ah, young master/young mistress Alexander Smith/Alexanderia Smith I am glad you are awake!” “Frederick, where the bloody hell, am I,” asked Alex/Lexi. “You are in Neo Los Angeles.” “You have been asleep for a several days you lost a lot of blood.” “If it wasn’t for Mistress Samantha Upton and Master Joseph (metahumans and superhumans similar to Ravager (Grant Wilson), Red X (Zoe Torres Lawton), Cheshire (Jade Crock Nguyen), Tigress (Artemis Crock Nguyen), Dark Archer (Thomas “Tommy” Merlyn), & Ravager (Rose Wilson) you would have taken three weeks to heal.” “Wait Sam and Joe are here, does they both know?” “Yes, we watched your fight and quickly got to you before SWAT and the FBI in power armor and mech suits could arrive on the scene. “Let me get mistress Samantha and master Joe they both need to talk with you when you are conscious.” It doesn’t take long for Freddie to return with Sam and Joey. They both sat down on the bed and took out the mask of her mother and his father. “These are now your masks Alex/Lexi,” said Sam and Joe, “my mother and his father wanted you to have it when you defeated them in the battle to the death.” Not many in the world could fight and defeat Deathstroke, Dark Archer, & Deadshot in combat.” “Let alone kill three people who are each as strong as Slade Wilson, Malcolm Merlin, & Floyd Lawton combined.” “So what do I do now?” Alex/Lexi stares at the masks, “My training is finished.” “Do I just take the name Shadow Reaper (a person stronger than Deathstroke, Dark Archer, & Deadshot) and start taking up contracts as an intergalactic assassin, contract killer, mercenary, & bounty hunter?” “Yes that is what it means to be the killer of Shadow Reaper.” “If you had only killed one of them you would have been just an international assassin, contract killer, mercenary, & bounty hunter.” “The planet, star system, galaxy, & universe though expect more from the assassin of the best killers of all time.” “You will have to show the planet, the solar system, & the galaxy what you are capable of.” “Heal and rest, for when you are able to walk, you’ll be doing contracts Shadow Reaper,” Sam and Joey said before leaving Alex Smith/Lexi Smith to continue to stare at his/her/their masks. He/she/they put the masks inside the Elites and Paragons Archives. He/she/they make a new mask (imagine something that is a fusion of the masks of Deathstroke (Slade Joseph Wilson), Wintergreen, Dark Archer (Malcolm Merlyn), Deadshot (Floyd Lawton), Green Arrow (Oliver Jonas “Ollie” Queen), Huntress (Helena Bertinelli), Batwoman (Katherine Rebecca “Kate” Kane), & Batman (Bruce Wayne). He/she/they decided to design new armor (imagine something with an armor that is a fusion of the armor of Deathstroke (Slade Joseph Wilson), Wintergreen, Dark Archer (Malcolm Merlyn), Deadshot (Floyd Lawton), Green Arrow (Oliver Jonas “Ollie” Queen), Huntress (Helena Bertinelli), Batwoman (Katherine Rebecca “Kate” Kane), & Batman (Bruce Wayne). He/she/they then called himself/herself/themselves Grim Reaper.  When they came back the bodies of their teachers were gone as if someone resurrected them.

A metahuman similar to Deathstroke (General Slade Joseph Wilson) and his wife Colonel Adeline Kane Wilson who trained him said, “You do not have the eyes of an inexperienced green recruit, for you have the eyes of an experienced war veteran.” A female superhuman his/her/their ex who similar to Ravager Prime (Grant Wilson) and his sister Ravager (Rose Wilson) said, “You have the eyes of someone who has witnessed so much death and so much bloodshed firsthand, someone who has spilled countless amounts of blood and taken incalculable amounts of lives on the battlefield.” A metahuman similar to William Randolph Wintergreen and Afreld Pennyworth said, “You are a true soldier of warfare and warrior of combat who has stared death in the face countless times and has fought frequent enemies far more formidable than themselves.” “I didn’t ask to fight as a metahuman and superhuman child soldier commanding companies of one hundred and fifty child soldiers as a major in the command of seventy five meta human child soldiers and seventy five superhuman child soldiers sent on S+ class spec ops black ops missions throughout Earth (in South America, Asia, North America, Middle East, & Africa. That’s how he/she/they with their superhuman intelligence and memory know all Indigenous, Hispanic, African, European, Asian, & Indigenous Pasifika languages. “I was forced to join under the command of a black ops spec ops military private army unit under the command of someone worse than General Sam Lane and General Wade Eiling combined fighting in wars I didn’t even understand,” said Alex/Lexi after I escaped metahuman and superhuman traffickers. “As a former child soldier for so long I was an unwilling participant, reluctant witness, & victim of so many crimes.” “Alexander/Alexandria said, “I am no stranger to warfare so I know war is not a game to be won.” “As a preteen and as a teenager I became a superhuman spec ops soldier and then a metahuman super soldier.” Alex/Lexi said, “Thanks to my supernatural lifespan as a teenage black ops spec ops super soldier I fought in countless civil wars, numerous wars, frequent proxy wars, incalculable civil wars all across the multiverse on SSSS class spec ops black ops missions.” It is how he/she/they with their supernatural intelligence and memory know all magical, fantasy, divine, fictional, alien, demonic, futuristic, arcane, mystical, angelic, & mythical languages.” “I lead field armies of a million adult meta human super soldiers and adult superhuman super soldiers.” “I have fought for a very, very long time.” “I have perceived and I have instigated more deaths than any than any being should ever hope to.” “That doesn’t just leave you, no matter how much you want it to,” Alex/Lexi said, “You never get over something like that.” “People think you can just get over it,” said Alexander Smith/Alexander Smith, “I can’t with my chronic depression, anxiety, & PTSD.” “I have been trained to run towards gunfire since I was a child as a superhuman and metahuman child soldier.” This is a memory of Alexander/Alexandria as a metahuman superhuman child soldier talking to the child, preteen, teenage, & young adult superhuman spec ops black ops super soldiers they lead on why they keep fighting (this is before they met their family the child, preteen, teenage, & young adult metahuman and superhuman child soldiers under their command), “What else am I going to do?” “Besides all I know is fighting and killing is all I know how to do.” “There isn’t anything else I can do.” “All lot of guys, girls, Indigenous Pasifika mahu, Indigenous two spirit, nonbinary, or genderfluid people that join they have people to go home to or things they can get back to when they get out.” “They say home is a place.” “Well I have nothing and no one to go home to.” “I’m not leaving.” “All I know how to do is how to kill.” ‘I was meant to fight, I was created to fight, I was forced to fight, & I was reborn to fight.” “It’s all I can do.” “Anyone with experience can tell how much I want to fight.” “So, I guess I’m doing that until someone gets lucky and takes me out.” “The psychiatrist I later met as a young adult diagnosed me with chronic: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, OCD, & PTSD.” Someone similar to General Steven “Steve” Trevor, Director Nick Fury, Director Vic Sage, Director Amada Waller, Director Jeremiah Danvers, & Director Eliza Danvers said, “Your eyes tell your whole history and story to me.” Cardinal Changeling (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) asked, “My eyes, tell me, what they tell you?” Someone similar to Wonder Woman said, “They tell a story of so much pain, so much anguish, so much fury, so much hatred, so much loss, so much regret, so much sorrow, & so much tenacity.” A metahuman similar to Bronze Tiger (Ben Turner) said, “You grew up having to fight for what you had, you had to gain power from blood, sweat, tears, & pain.” Someone similar to Black Widow (Natasha Romanov) or Lady Shiva (Sandra Wu-San) said, “You had to kill your heart, your soul, & your emotions in situations that would devastate the sanest of men, women, & people in order to keep yourself from losing whatever virtue you had left.” “I’ve watched some of my chosen family my whanau of those soldiers that served under me be murdered with my own eyes.” “I watched helpless as I lost them.”  

He/she/they got out of his/her/their hover muscle car with a black paint job and red interior that had warp drive tech and entered a notorious intergalactic night club in the Sol System. He/she/they nodded at the bouncer and walked passed him as he let him/her/them pass without even checking him/her/them for hard light plasma weapons. He/she/they bumped fists with the bouncer. Alexander/Alexandria was in extremely trendy intergalactic night club in the Sol System between Earth and Mars. Creatures, humans, aliens, & humanoids from all over the planet, solar system, galaxy, & universe attended this nightclub. It was surrounded by many space restaurants, space bars, & many space malls in the Sol System. Some came for leisure. Some came to execute underhanded business transactions from as minuscule intergalactic drug deals and as petite as plotting assassinations of international or intergalactic world leaders. Some came to execute underhanded business transactions from as colossal as intergalactic cosmic empire takeovers. Lawbreakers, businessmen/businesswomen, & the wealthy with too many cash, gold coins (magical, divine, angelic, demonic, devil, & mystical humans and humanoids paid this way), & or credits to expend were the regular clientele. He/she/they are a regular customer here. Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macky Smith he/she/they are on a first name basis with all the crime lords, weapon dealers, & rouge scientific facilities in the solar system, galaxy and some crime lords, weapons dealers, & rouge scientific facilities in the universe, & multiverse. Alexander Mack Smith/Alexanderia Macy Smith served several years as a United Federations of the Sol Systems Asset. They served several years as an intergalactic law enforcement and intergalactic intelligence officer. They have over 98.9% mission completion rating and are proficient in undercover work, investigation, assassination, linguistics, sabotage, & infiltration. They have served several years in the Sol System Space Marines. They served numerous years in Earth Space Marine Force Recon. They have wide-ranging black ops and spec ops background. They finished Sol System Space Army Ranger, Sol System Space Navy Seal, Sol System Space Marine Force Recon training, & Sol System Space Delta Force training. They are the most powerful shapeshifter and changeling bar none. They are a master of every weapon known to man, women, Asgardian, Tamaranean, Jotunn, Daxamite, Vanir, Atlantean, & Kryptonian. They can drive, fly, & pilot everything. Tell him/her/them to liberate captives they will. Tell him/her/them to capture an enemy location they will. Tell him/her/them to eliminate terrorists and not only will they wipe out the whole group but they will give you actionable Intel on their operations and associates. Tell him/her/them to keep an operation completely off the books it won’t even hit the gossip boards. On the surface he/she/they in their male form seems wild, careless, stubborn, rash, arrogant, showy, vulgar, loud and he/she/they in his/her/their female form seems cold, detached, jaded, distrustful, scornful, & cynical but these are both facades and masks. In actuality he/she/they are a strategist with a good sense of logic, reasoning, tactics, & strategy. He/she/they are also violent, sadistic, aggressive, hostile, brutal, ruthless, & merciless in a fight.” e/she/they are brave, heroic, compassionate, thoughtful, charismatic, alluring, realistic, & pragmatic. His/her/their emotional detachment and stoicism makes him/her/them a good soldier.

He/she/they wore charcoal and ruby military class heavy assault Iuyamian combat armor and power armor that were both made out of materials stronger than Wakandan vibranium the metal that made up the suit of the Black Panther (T’challa), adamantium the metal that made the metal claws of Wolverine (James Howlett Logan) and Sabertooth (Victor Creed), & nth metal. The Iuyamian armor had a gorget (that protects the chest), a bevor (protecting the lower face, neck, chin, & throat) a breastplate or chestplate (that protects the chest), backplate, pauldrons (that protect the shoulders), plackart (that protected the lower half of the torso), cuirass (that protected the front of the torso), culet (that protects the small of back and the buttocks), couters (that protects the elbows), poleyns (that protected the knees), faulds (to protect the waist and hips), gauntlets (that protect the forearms to the hands), gardbraces (to protect the armpits), vambraces (that protect the elbow to the forearm), sabatons (that protect the feet), cuisses (to protect the thighs), tassat (that protect the groin, upper thighs, & pelvis), & greaves (that covered from the shin to the knee). The power armor helmet was designed with a sharper temple, with a metallic shine, a full curved ridge, a definite brow, a prominent muzzle, & a solitary dark cambion glowing visor with two eye holes. The power armor helmet was also designed with a dark umber and dark scarlet color, a faintly more skeletal look, & it had distinct cheeks. The power armor helmet had claw marks going above its left eye to the bottom of its left cheek. The claw marks were from a female were-human who is someone who is powerful as King Shark, Wolverine, Beast, Sabertooth, Juggernaut, Orca, Killer Croc, The Shark, Gorilla Grodd, Copperhead, Monsieur Mallah, Manbat, Bane, & Cheetah combined. This dangerous were-human was armed with gauntlets with serrated diamond tipped metal claws made of a metal stronger than nth metal coated in element x. Cardinal Changeling barely defeated her in their Hybrid/Chimera or Beast/Feral/Primal form. Instead of repairing it Scarlet Shapeshifer kept the claw marks as proof of their battle out of respect. The power armor helmet was designed with numerous Iuyamian marks on the face, the power armor helmet had lines of Iuyamian characters on both cheeks and temple, the power armor helmet was decorated with countless Iuyamian symbols, the power armor helmet had unique Iuyamian writing on both brows and the muzzle, the power armor helmet had organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements (these organic cybernetic and natural bionic elements were on its temple, on its snout, & and on both cheeks), the power armor helmet had two shining cardinal lines going down the two right and left eye holes of his/her/their dark fire brick glowing visor, & finally the power armor helmet had bizarre sophisticated patterns around the jaw area making it distantly look like a face. All of this gave his/her/their power armor helmet a menacing and remarkable look that motivated allies and petrified enemies.

Dossier, Profile, Record, & Archive: Full Name: Alexander Kana’i Mack Ryuu Francisco Makoa Smith/Alexandria Ataahua Macy Haruka Francisca Smith. Aliases: the Blue Basilisk, Cardinal Changeling, Cambion Chimera, Emerald Eagle, Firebrick Fox, Golden Griffin, Harlequin Hippogriff, Jade Jaguar, Kobi Kitsune, Scarlet Shapeshifter, & the White Werewolf. History: N/A Highly classified. SSSS level clearance required. Ethnicity: Racial Identity: a Southeast Asian Japanese and Hispanic Colombian person of color. Cultural Identity: Polynesian Hawaiian and Tongan Indigenous Pasifika and Colombian Indigenous to the lowlands of Colombia. Xeno Identity: Iuyamanian extraterrestrial hybrid. Height: Depends on gender and gender identity. Weight: Depends on gender and gender identity. Hair color: when not transformed: Black. when transformed: red. Eye color: when not transformed: Brown. when transformed: red. Skin color: when not transformed: Brown (terra cotta). when transformed: red. Build: fit or athletic. Occupation: scientist. Background in: archeology, anthropology, biology, paleontology, & zoology. Disability: autism, ADD, ADHD. Bionic and cybernetic prosthetic eye as a result of being disfigured by a hard-light plasma sword wielded by a female alien super soldier who fought for the Earth Space Military. Mental Illnesses: depression, anxiety, OCD, & PTSD. Scar marks: Healed scars from experimentation. Healed scars from self-harm. Powers: Superhuman and supernatural: strength, agility, dexterity, reflexes, speed, durability, instincts, accuracy, perception, metabolism, senses, endurance, intelligence, memory, healing, flexibility, & stamina, life span, longevity, self-sustenance, & condition. Abilities: Alien hybrid physiology. Metamorph or shapeshifter with unlimited form (potential limitless). Telepathy and empathy (limited as its ability to communicate and command terrestrial, avian, aquatic, angelic, demonic, magical, divine, mystical, & extraterrestrial animals, monsters, creatures, & humanoids). Ability to speak most if not all Earth, alien, divine, demonic, mystical, mythical, magical, & fantasy languages because of superhuman memory and intelligence. Warning: master combatant in unarmed combat. Weapons expert in melee combat. Skills with ranged weapons such as composite bows with scopes or hard light plasma rifles. Extremely athletic and extremely acrobatic. Claws, fangs, saber teeth, & canines capable to rip through steel, diamonds, adamantium, vibranium, & even nth metal. Weapons: Hard light and plasma rifles. Hard light and plasma swords. Costume: Red and black costume, black domino mask, red bandana, a black face breath mask, vibranium and adamantium like reinforced Kevlar bodysuit, nth metal plated open fingered combat gloves and nth metal plated open toed combat boots. Diamond tipped vibranium and adamantium like metal claw gauntlets that are attachable to gloves and boots. Armor: Ivory and scarlet combat armor, charcoal and cherry power armor, & mech suit. Weaknesses: Stubborn, rash, impulsive, aloof, cold, cynical, & distant. Being injured by weapons that negates superhuman or supernatural healing. Being wounded by a material stronger than nth metal. Being killed by a substance more dangerous than element x or substance zero.

[codedredalert]

I come bearing Lawkins headcanons

Hawkins is a frosty mofo for the longest time at the beginning, but he gets exponentially affectionate and the change is very sudden-- to the point Law is like who dis.

If they encounter a spooky situation, Hawkins is the one who gets lowkey scared (even tho he looks very very calm) while Law will mock the entire concept of spookiness with all the irreverence of that one buzzfeed unsolved man. 

They both like cute things but their concepts of cute are a little bit off.

They arm wrestled once over a collector's display set which had some rare coins. Law won (homeboy might be a long bean but he casually wields a nodachi with one hand, he has some serious arm gains okay). Hawkins sulked for weeks until Law gave him the rest of the display set, after he replaced the coins he wanted with some pretty but not valuable coins.

Hawkins usually has excellent posture, but sometimes he will lean on Law and/or rest his head on top of Law’s head.

Hawkins can and will run a critical commentary on the design, organisation, and cleanliness of the Polar Tang until Law shuts him up if you know what i mean~ He used to paggro at the heart crew too but he made some of them cry once which ended up in a serious fight between him and Law so Hawkins stopped doing that. 

Heart Pirates supported Lawkins bc Hawkins will gently bully Law into self-care, or just straight up start fussing over Law’s hair, skin, nails, sleep schedule, food, e v e r y t h i n g. Shachi once walked in on them both in sheet masks and Hawkins painting Law’s nails and he never lets Law forget it. 

Law will play with Hawkins’ hair whenever he can get away with it. This is usually Very Not Allowed bc Hawkins is very particular about his hair and he has a Strict hair regime to keep it nice. But Law gets away with it more often than not.

Law sleeps better in Hawkins’ bed. He says it’s bc it’s a very nice fancy bed, but that’s only part of it ~~~

Law didn’t like the scented candles Hawkins had at first and he made an offhand comment about it once and Hawkins straight up stopped making candles with those scents. 

Law got a new audience who hadn’t heard him Go Off about Sora: Warrior of the Sea yet. Hawkins listened very attentively and seriously and asked questions in all the right places so it became a three hour lecture. Hawkins hadn’t read it yet, so Law loaned him the entire series. The Heart boys were shook bc Law is v protective of his collection. But Law trusted Hawkins would be careful and Hawkins was, it came back in perfect condition. 

#lawkins #Trafalgar law #basil hawkins #heart pirates #one piece #one piece headcanons #red talks #JOIN ME IN LAWKINS HELL #feat the heart pirates bc i still love them okay #this is the cute edition i have more angsty headcanons but i dont wanna scare ppl off hahahaha #if you let me continue we'll be here all day so let's just stop here #i was asked for headcanons and let it not be said i dont deliver

[dallanebbia]

blooming (2/6);

fandom: bnha pairing: kacchako; bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako word count: 3579 warnings: mentions of violence inspiration: [link] synopsis: 

Ochako doesn’t understand much about the world outside the limits of her village, but she does know this: She loves her family, and at the end of the day, she’ll do anything to keep them safe – even if it means sacrificing herself to do it.

When she runs away to join the army in her father’s place, the only thing she leaves behind is an untouched cup of tea, and a whispered apology nobody is awake to hear.

(or, in which an attempt is made to write a kacchako mulan au)

parts: [1] [2] [3] || AO3: [link]

This is how the world works: Bakugou Katsuki is born the son of a tailor and grows up at his father’s knee, learning the family trade, and works to support his family. He marries a local girl from the next village over, has a son, and goes off to war at the shogun’s request. He may die at the hands of old age or sickness or the hands of another man, but his memory will only be remembered by his family line.

This is what people expect when Katsuki is born, but it’s a mistake that is quickly, violently corrected.

This is what actually happens: Katsuki is brought into the world as the son of a tailor and Lady Mitsuki, the legendary onna-bugeisha of the famous Houjou clan. He grows up with a needle in one hand and a bokken in the other, and is trained to be fearless and ambitious and great. He dreams of being a famed warrior, a legend that will be remembered in the annals of history forever, and he is determined to claw his way to the top on his merit and nothing else.

Katsuki joins a military academy and graduates with top honors and accolades, mentors under the famous General Hakamata, and is given command over a moronic bunch of civilian recruits that are soft and weak and useless. Instead of fighting in the heat of battle, he is tucked away in some rural pocket of Japan with fucking Monoma breathing down his neck, and his current goal is to whip the idiots under his command into shape so he can get to the frontlines and fucking fight.

In light of this, it comes as no surprise that he doesn’t have time for a family, let alone a wife. At least, that’s the idea – until he meets Uraraka.

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On the first day of training, Katsuki has all the recruits stand in a line, brusquely introducing himself and ignoring the usual niceties. He doesn’t care about any of these extras, resorting to his usual habit of using descriptive (albeit sometimes offensive) nicknames as he assesses the recruits one on one with a good, old fashioned spar. Some show more promise than others, but every man who steps into the sparring ring with him is systematically destroyed as he gives no quarter.

Katsuki sneers when he sees the next recruit, a boy tripping his way into the sparring ring. The brunette is the shortest one of the bunch, and the youngest too, judging from the squeaky voice and the baby fat that clings to an innocent-looking face. The kid is shaking so hard that it’s visible even from across the ring, and Katsuki looks away, knowing that the fight is going to be another waste of time.

“Hey!”

The boy yells, and Bakugou’s gaze slides back to see that the kid is staring him down, a determined look in those wide brown eyes. “Don’t look away from me!”

Katsuki likes people with guts, which is the only reason he bothers to reply. “Why the fuck would I pay attention to a waste of space?”

The kid only looks more determined after he says it, which Katsuki can grudgingly respect. Still, he leaves his body loose but doesn’t put the effort into settling into a stance as the spar starts, which is a dumb fucking mistake as the boy sprints forward immediately.

The kid is small, but he’s fast. Katsuki opens with a punch that’s neatly avoided, and counters the foot that tries to hook around his ankle and yank him off balance, pulling his head back and redirecting the nasty hit aimed at his neck to his cheek instead. The punch has no power behind it, no momentum, and it’s easy to shake off the mild sting and kick out at unbalanced legs in a way that sends the kid sprawling.

Katsuki is a little impressed. He’s also pissed that the kid is even able to touch him, which is why he decides to have some fun and scare the little shit with a clearly telegraphed kick. The boy barely dodges, wild-eyed and feral and desperate as he rolls into a crouch, and Katsuki can’t help the twinge of curiosity that settles in his spine.

“Tch, you actually hit me,” he says offhandedly, and the boy grimaces through his heavy panting.

“There’s more where that came from!”

Katsuki barely refrains from rolling his eyes, but moves forward first with the intent of finishing things quickly. When his punch lands, it should be the end of it – but the kid takes it head on, and has the fucking audacity to use his outstretched arm to pull him close and try elbowing him in the face. It’s sloppy and slow, so it’s simple to bat away the arm and send a kick to the boy’s exposed back, sending him face first into the dirt as Katsuki moves forward to pin the kid down.

He doesn’t expect the dirt that’s flung into his eyes, and that tiny sliver of respect grows, just a little.

He has to take a second to clear his vision, but he’s not a captain for nothing. He lets the incoming kick knock him down to orient himself, then body slams the boy into the dirt and locks his hands around those skinny arms. The kid struggles, but Katsuki presses down on the bird-thin wrists as a warning. Then, it’s over.

The boy yields, and Katsuki gives the chubby-cheeked boy a less offensive name as a reward for actually using part of his brain - Round Face.

The kid, however, clearly doesn’t appreciate Katsuki’s magnanimity. “My name,” the boy pants, “is Uraraka.”

He cocks his head to one side, taking in the boy’s exhausted yet determined expression. Looking at the kid head on, without the timidity and clumsiness, there’s something odd about the boy that rubs Katsuki the wrong way - it's a gut feeling, a sense of wrongness that gets stronger the longer he stares, but he doesn’t have the time to think about it right now. Instead, he tucks the thought away to think on later, after he finishes kicking everyone’s asses.

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By the end of the first week, Katsuki is about ninety-five percent sure that Round Face is actually a woman.

The theory first hits him midway through the third day, when he lets the recruits pause for a water break. Some, like Sparky, take the opportunity to laugh and playfight with each other on the grass, clearly not working hard enough with the kind of energy they have to spare. Others, like Soy Sauce Face and Birdbrain, retreat into the shade of the trees and rest like sensible human beings, or stretch to keep their muscles limber for the next round of exercises Katsuki has planned for the day.

And then there’s Round Face, who makes his way to the water troughs and dunks his entire face in. The boy is red-faced and sweaty, likely sunburnt too, and Katsuki has to bite back a snort at the sight of the kid, balancing on his toes as he just barely manages to lean far enough to get his head under the water.

Round Face looks a little better when he emerges with a gasp, dropping back onto his heels and stumbling back with a sigh of relief. The neckline of his training shirt is wet alongside his face, and Katsuki only catches a glimpse of something off when the kid uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face.

There are bandages, wrapped around the kid’s upper torso. He cocks his head, watching a little closer as Round Face joins the others in the shade - there’s a subtle sway when the kid walks, leading with the hips instead of the chest, and even though his strides are strong, they’re also oddly short and narrow, even for a boy of his size. It almost reminds Katsuki of the way his mother walks and fights, her weight shifting differently due to her lower center of gravity.

Wait.

Katsuki blinks, stares, then blinks again, eyes narrowing. Sure enough, there’s a telltale lack of protrusion at Round Face’s throat that makes the suspicion fully settle into his mind.

Over the next few days, he makes it a point to keep an eye of Round Face, and the more he observes, the more obvious it becomes. There’s the softness of the boy’s features, the way his strength is anchored in his legs rather than his upper body, and a feminine edge to all of his movements both intentional and subconscious. There’s also a deference built into the kid’s behavior that is pretty typical of most women he’s met, all passiveness and silence and demurely averted eyes, and he never, ever, takes off his shirt around the other men, even when his top is soaked through with sweat.

It… explains a lot. Katsuki personally knows that gender means shit when it comes to combat, but while it's true that men usually have a physical advantage over women, Round Face is one of the rare cases. The kid can kick in someone’s teeth with all the explosive force of a jackrabbit, and wields the tanto and bo staff like a demon possessed, yet lacks the upper body strength to do anything but lift the nodachi that he stubbornly insists on learning to use. At the same time, he – she? – is fucking baffling. Tiny as a male or female, surrounded by other men who are literally twice her size, but somehow she’s still consistently winning an average of four out of five spars, even against bigger opponents.

She’s a goddamn walking contradiction, how she manages to make giants like Shitty Hair eat dirt in the morning while struggling to pull a boulder up a mountain three hours later, and for some reason, he finds himself fascinated.

Katsuki can’t explain the weird magnetism surrounding the girl, but when Monoma, that shitty rat bastard, finally decides to show his ugly face, he’s caught in it too – the fuckface immediately zeroes in on the girl like a moth to a light. He’s lives on ferreting out people’s weaknesses and using them to his advantage, and Round Face – small, short, tiny Round Face, who can take out a man twice her weight but still trails in every other training exercise – is the obvious and easy victim.

“Uraraka, was it?” the smug bastard asks snidely, looking down at her as she slowly trudges back into camp behind the rest of the men, lagging behind by a wide margin. “How pathetic.”

“Your parents must be disappointed, having such a useless son,” he comments airily, as Round Face’s arms tremble under the strain of hefting a water bucket in each hand, her arms outstretched parallel to the ground as she staggers up the mountain.

“It’s interesting, how you’re still so terrible at this, Uraraka,” he says when she collapses in a sweaty, panting mess, as the rest of the recruits shoot pleading, frustrated looks in Katsuki’s direction.

It’s clear to everyone that Round Face is Monoma’s punching bag for reasons nobody can figure out, but in this Katsuki is powerless. He’s a Monoma, an advisor and trueborn nobleman, and he outranks Katsuki both socially and at court. He might call the bastard names, but when it comes to this he can’t interfere, no matter how much he wants to.

To her credit, Uraraka simply stands there and takes every one of the poisonous insults, her eyes blank as she stares stoically at Monoma’s face. Katsuki can see, though, the way her shoulders slump and the defeat that slowly eats away at her once determined posture, and proceeds to create a little, tiny accident that keeps the fuckface from entering the training areas for a good week. There are boisterous hugs and laughs of relief from the men, Katsuki waving off their cheers with a scowl, but nothing hits harder than the small, thankful smile on Uraraka’s face that sends his heart plummeting into his stomach.

When he’s lying in his bedroll that night, he looks up at the canvas of the tent above him and breathes, “Fuck.”

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In hindsight, it’s only a matter of time before someone else sees what’s so obvious. Monoma figuring it out isn’t a shock – for all that Katsuki loathes the pointy-faced bastard, the man is intelligent when it counts – but what is surprising is that Monoma tries to use Uraraka to blackmail him.

Katsuki is the son of the disgraced Houjou heiress and a goddamn tailor, and Monoma is the second son of the most powerful noble clan in all the shogunate. He has no idea what the fuck he has that Monoma can’t buy with his clan’s backing, but all at once the answer is clear.

It comes down to power, as it always fucking does.

Monoma’s playing the long game with his political ambitions, aiming for the imperial court, but he needs the backing of powerful people to assure his position. Katsuki, with his relationship with General Hakamata and his ties to one of the oldest samurai families in Japan, has enough secondary influence to weigh things heavily in Monoma’s favor.

“You son of a bitch, you’re really trying to fucking blackmail me?” Katsuki barks out a laugh, glowering. “I’m not gonna do shit for you, fuckface.”

“You sure about that, Captain?” Monoma, artfully arranged on a lounge seat that is a waste of both money and space, looks remarkably unruffled, sitting like a satisfied cat basking in the afternoon sun. “Even if I accidentally let it slip that your favorite new recruit is a woman masquerading as a man?”

Katsuki bites down the rage that simmers in him at the mention of Uraraka. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about the ridiculous law that prohibits women from combat – growing up under his mother’s tutelage, he knows better to go around sprouting any of that traditionalist, sexist bullshit – but he knows that most men don’t feel the same way. If Uraraka is found out, she’ll be dragged to the capitol in chains and executed, her family publicly denounced for their disgraced daughter. The very idea of it makes his blood run cold.

“Even if I did agree, nothing’s gonna happen,” Katsuki says, trying a different angle as his mind runs through different options. “The old man can’t afford to play with court politics on the frontlines, and my bastard of a grandfather hates my fucking guts. They’re not gonna do shit on my behalf, let alone for some fucking stranger.”

“Doesn’t sound like my problem, then, does it?” Fuckface sighs contentedly, and Katsuki wants to punch the smug little bastard in his pointy face. “It’s amusing, how protective you are of the girl – imagine, the Butcher of Niijima, trying to play the big, brave warrior who rescues the weak, fragile little damsel in distress?”

“Weak? Fragile? Are you fucking blind?” Katsuki says incredulously. He pointedly ignores the familiar stab of regret at the moniker that made him famous; it's a trigger that usually sets him off, but he bites back the rage and focuses himself again.

“Most definitely not,” Monoma says, clearly disappointed that there isn't a more explosive reaction to his little dig. On the other hand, Katsuki wonders if the man is actually an idiot or if he’s just willfully ignorant of the fact that Uraraka could kick his skinny ass any day of the week. “So – do we have a deal?”

Hands curl into fists at his sides, his scowl deepening. The obvious, logical solution is to tell Monoma to fuck off and continue on, leaving Uraraka to her unfortunate fate. The alternative is to agree for the sake of protecting a girl he barely knows, only to end up with the same outcome. He knows that he’ll be laughed out of his grandparents’ clan compound for the audacity to demand political support after years of acting like he’s better off without them.

Monoma waits, eyes sharp as he watches Katsuki wage an internal war with himself, and then grins. “Why don’t we make things a little more interesting, captain?”

“Hah?”

Monoma’s eyes wander off to the side, landing on the trunk of a dead tree, rising out of the ground and towering over the rest of the camp. The branches are long gone, the cracked trunk worn smooth from years of rain and wind, and the wood stops flat abruptly, as if a giant had come and chopped the top of the tree off in a single, clean cut.

“Let’s make a wager, Bakugou.” The fuckface stands smoothly, moving towards the racks of weapons laid neatly to one side, and selects a bow that he handles with surprising ease. Monoma then pulls an arrow out of the quiver, and in one smooth movement sends it flying upward until the tip buries itself into the wood at the very top of the dead tree. “I’m sure we both are familiar with this little exercise, hm?”

Katsuki looks to where the arrow sits, high above their heads. It’s a common test for soldiers training to be army officers – climbing to retrieve a flag or an arrow from a tall perch, slowed down by training weights, is a rite of passage that Katsuki is intimately familiar with. Suddenly, he knows where Monoma is going with this.

“I’ll forget all about little Uraraka-chan, if that arrow is in my hands by dawn tomorrow morning – on one condition,” he says, and Katsuki narrows his eyes. “The girl retrieves the arrow, and she uses the weights from the captain’s tests. I’ll even sweeten the pot – I’ll leave you and your little camp alone for an entire month, as long as you send copies of your reports to me so I can pretend like I’ve been supervising.”

It’s fucking tempting – keeping Uraraka safe is already a win in his book, but the opportunity to kick Monoma out makes it too hard to pass up. Katsuki thinks of Uraraka, remembers the determination and fire in those brown eyes from their first spar, and bites back a smirk.

He sees Monoma’s pleased expression from the corner of his eye, a victorious smile on that stupid face of his, and Katsuki bares his teeth in a grin. “You’ve got yourself a deal, fuckface.”

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Katsuki doesn’t waste any time, digging out the weights as the men run their final laps around the valley, and he’s waiting for her when Uraraka finally drags herself into camp long after sunset. He drops the heavy metal disks into her arms, ignoring the confused expression she wears, and draws her attention to the arrow, embedded high above them.

“Get the arrow by sunrise,” he says, and watches as Uraraka’s face pales even further under the silvery moonlight. “If you can’t, don’t bother showing up for training.”

He ignores her stammering, frantic questions, heading back to his tent where Monoma is waiting. He only glances back once, and smiles in proud satisfaction when he sees Uraraka approaching the tree with the weights strapped to her back, the determined set of her shoulders highlighted by the full moon behind her.

He's relaxed all throughout the night, calmly reading through letters and communications while studiously ignoring Momona's increasingly infuriating gloating. The man is lounging around like he's already won and talking shit, and for the first time, Katsuki lets someone run their mouth without complaint despite how much he wants to talk back.

His thinly-fraying patience pays off hours later, when Uraraka stalks into the tent and stakes the arrow into the wood table, less than a hand's width away from Monoma's fingers. She's panting heavily, and Katsuki doesn’t even care that his heart lodges itself into his throat at the sight of her. She looks flushed and angry and fucking glorious, and it sends something hot stirring in his gut.

Monoma jumps at the action, his features a comical mix between shock and fury, and it’s goddamn hilarious. “What was it you said? Fragile?” Katsuki straight out cackles. “A deal’s a deal, fuckface. Get your arrow and your shitty ass out of my damn camp.”

Monoma looks like he wants to argue, but grits his teeth and leaves like a dog with its tail between his legs when he catches Katsuki’s gaze. Try me, fuckface.

“I’m fragile?” He looks over, seeing Uraraka looking down at her reddened hands in offended bewilderment. “… wait, you bet on me?!”

“The shitty bastard did.” Katsuki grabs one of the pears beside him and tosses it at her, watching with a warm sort of fondness as it nearly hits her in the nose. She glares at him, bristling, and he blames that on what he says next.

“There’s nothing fragile about you, round face.” Her eyes widen in surprise at the words, and the flush on her cheeks darken. “Now get outta my tent.”

Uraraka stares at him for about three seconds, stunned speechless, before mumbling something and sprinting out of his tent like her life depends on it.

Katsuki glances at the arrow, embedded into the table still, and yanks it out, twirling the shaft between his fingers. The look on her face, tired and feral and victorious, is burned into his mind, and although he has never considered himself the marrying type, he absently thinks that having a woman like Uraraka for a wife wouldn’t be so bad.

#kacchako #bakuraka #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #mulan au #bnha #fanfiction #bnha au #by nebbia

[jasminelyoko57]

[TWST OC] Tsutomu Hanekawa inspirations

I know you're aware that my "Yuu" OC - Tsutomu, is inspired/taken from various characters. I'm glad to explain it :)

Mannerisms

I would like to say that I took Tsutomu's mannerisms from Yuuken Enma (male MC in the Episode of Heartslabyul). I mean, he's magicless but he can put on a real duel by besting RIDDLE in a kendo-style battle (HE'S SO COOL ISTG), also he's unfazed to every situation.

Enma wields a bokken (wooden sword used for Kendo training), while Tsutomu wields a real nodachi (he won't raise it at anyone except somebody tries to harm him or his friends).

However, I also mix game! Yuu's mannerisms such as their snarky demeanor and Batman Gambit ('I-outsmarted-your-outsmarting') skills (my all time favorite trait). Well, they didn't called "Beast Tamer" for nothin'.

Gadgeteer skills

Few younger characters have the skills to built their own gadget. His cool gadget-making skills is inspired from Professor Agasa Hiroshi from Detective Conan.

Just like him, his inventions may be malfunction at times, but he knows how to fix it. However, in Tsutomu's case, he prefers to keep this a secret because "it isn't worth mentioning" (save for the first-year gang and the Octavinelle trio).

He knows well that he couldn't always rely on his nodachi, so he began to search some materials around NRC (especially in Sam's shop). His notable inventions are Magic Stun Gun Pen, Anything-Identify Magnifying Glass, and the Suspend-and-Restrain Yo-yo.

Fighting style and power(s)

As for his fighting style, he mostly cool and composed like Yuuken does. However, when the tables turned, his fighting style will turn like a brutal and deadly dancer bathed in flames (but he keep it refined) like Shana from Shakugan no Shana and Shimazu Toyohisa from Drifters.

He got his flame powers because he accidentally ate a fire candy which arrived at his dorm's doorstep. The two red marks under his eyes were inspired from Cardfight Vanguard: Link Joker arc.

I had a blast writing this :)

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #enma yuuken #hiroshi agasa #shakugan no shana #cardfight!! vanguard #link joker #toshiki kai #detective conan #meitantei conan #shimazu toyohisa #drifters anime

[multiversal-villains]

Tribal Verse Time

((Inspired by @kaiju-crimson-storyandask​ and @rock-n-roll-artist‘s Tribal Verse!))

This is based in Heian Period Japan; Yes, I did the research here. Putting it under a Read More so I don’t take up a lot of space; I do go off in terms of this kinda stuff.

Monster X: Kuroryū (Lit. Black Dragon) Appearance: An incredibly lanky man, one might mistake Hitonaga for a demon with his Menpō. He isn’t ever not seen without his usual Black, Red and White Ō-yoroi, including his aforementioned Dragon-like Menpō. It’s rumored that he sleeps with his Ō-yoroi by fellow Samurai. He carries around a rather impressive Nodachi, the length of which is at least 3 feet long. He has Jet Black, Ear Length Hair, and piercing red eyes. He clocks in at 7′6″.  Background: The bastard child of a Daimyo and a common woman, Hitonaga was left out to die in the Wilds. The Child, with no protection, was left, untouched, for 2 days, before being noticed by someone; Miraculously, the Baby was kept hydrated by Rain, but it was very hungry. The man, known by his enemies as ‘Shuten-Doji,’ adopted the baby. For it’s childhood, Shuten-Doji, while an incredibly cruel and strict master, taught Kuroryū, or just ‘Ku,’ whose name was given to him by Shuten,  trained him to be a great Samurai. When Ku reached adulthood, Shuten simply walked him back into the forest where he found him, and left him there to figure out what to do next. Ku then wandered Japan, mostly as a Samurai for Hire. Gigan: Matahiru no Yoshiō Appearance: Yoshiō, just looking at him, appears to be a very cruel, deceitful man. Keeping his face hidden under a Mask, he wears a Conical Hat, and usually dresses in more warm, darker colors. He entertains himself by wearing ‘tokens’ of victims he has killed over the past few years, and usually likes to mess with them. He has shoulder length, unkempt hair, and usually carries around two Kamas, keeping them hidden under his sleeves. He clocks in at 6′8″ Background: A famous Assassin, Yoshiō is known as Kamaitachi, mostly due to his way of getting out of most situations he finds himself in. He is a known killer, boasting in how he could probably kill the Shogun without anyone noticing. He met Ku as a happenstance one day, when the two crossed paths... Literally. Yoshiō could tell the Wandering Samurai would be a great chance at some easy money, and said that, in exchange for becoming brothers, Yoshiō would have Ku’s back. Ku would accept, mostly to shut up Yoshiō, and the two formed a party. Keizer Ghidorah: Akaryū (Lit. Red Dragon) Appearance: A teenager, Aka takes more so from his father, but, there are definite influences from the mother, Yrsa. Clocking in at 5′9, he is fairly tall for a 13 year old child. He possesses Red Hair, much like his Uncles. He wears Ō-Yoroi, save for a helmet and Menpō. He carries a Buckler shield, clearly from his Norse Parent, but his preferred weapon is a Naginata, which he wields single-handedly, much like a spear. He has Red Eyes, and has inherited his calmer nature of his Father, but, in battle, he displays the fighting spirit of a Viking. Background: The result of the relationship of Ku and Yrsa, two strangers from very different lands. The two’s meeting was a bit of a miracle, seeing as how both of their countries are separated by an entire country, but it somehow occurred. Aka was trained by both parents; He learned the calm preciseness a Samurai should exert in battle, and the Adrenaline Induced Rage and strength one should show when fighting. 

#[The Manager] - OOC #[Sunrise Kingdom] - Tribal Verse #[Black Dragon] - Ku #[Sickle Weasel] - Yoshiō #[Red Dragon] - Aka #[You're quite brave] - kaiju-crimson-storyandask #[You're quite brave] - rock-n-roll-artist #multiversal-villains #((this was fun to do)) #((and yeah)) #((i did a bit of research)) #((... if you count as wikipedia being research))

[minamctc]

If you want a bit of comparison to figure out just how strong Yui is, take into account that during the main story, Yu wields his swords with both hands, and he tends to keep the blade low to the ground - indicating that the balance and weight is a bit unwieldy for him (and probably explaining why he switched over to using a much lighter normal katana one-handed in Arena). A typical nodachi (which I assume is what he wields due to them being classified as two-handed swords) is at least about 45 inches long from tip of the blade to the pommel (from my own math, mostly), and likely weighs around 8 pounds - assuming his aren’t lighter by virtue of being a recreation and not “real” swords.

In comparison, Yui wields a wooden bokken of around the same size (known as a suburito, as their size and weight makes them unfit for sparring and only for “subu” kata, or solo practice), albeit with one distinct difference; Yui’s suburito has a steel rod for a core, and at an inch in diameter and 40 inches long, it adds nearly a full 9 pounds to the 2-pound suburito, meaning she’s not only swinging around a sword around the same size as Yu’s weapon, but hers is heavier by (at least) three pounds... and she uses hers one-handed.

#reading the hanged man arcana || about the muse #and with this I sleep #tonight was a headcanon night I guess!

[medicus-mortem]

[💀] - Hmm, I’m second guessing the Kikoku is guns idea. Like, it’d be just as cool if she was still a nodachi that can kill demons. But also Law duel wielding high powered pistols. ... Maybe I just go with the multiple tools idea. I mean, he’s a human priest killing demons. Gotta have an arsenal.

#puppet master // ooc #[anyone have an opinion?]