Fight for the Shaman King (Shaman King RP) V.2

[Bahamut's Regent]

(That's fine.)

Celeste nodded to show she heard Amidamaru. She ghosted out of the room and down the hall. Kohaku watched as his partner left, a chuckle in his throat.
"she'll brink you a cup too Yamada no Orochi" his voice held a certain amusement.

[Chadanaiy]

((Bluh, okay. Here's the other character. I think I'll leave them be unless someone has another character they want to throw out there at some point.))

Asha Taphenah

Name:
Asha Taphenah

Age:
22

Gender:
Although Asha's gender expression tends to be more feminine, they've decided they are essentially gender neutral. Since most people tend to think of them as female, they'll offer both she/her and they/them as their pronouns of choice.

Your character's hopes about the Shaman Fight:
Asha hopes that the shaman who overthrows Pliea will be someone reasonable and kind, hopefully someone whom they would have connections with. They hope that the Shaman Fight itself will revive a spirit of rebellion in the shaman community in the form of togetherness rather than rivalry. And ultimately, what they hope for from the outcome of the Shaman Fight is for someone to come to power who will listen to both humans and shamans alike and be wise enough to find a balance between these two very different communities.

Appearance:
Asha is a shortish Patch member with a rounded nose, long dark hair and relaxed gestures. Their high, clean brow and matt lips yield an certain gracefulness and curiosity to their features. Despite the many restraints and complications of living under Pliea's rule in Tokyo, Asha always appears a healthy, plump young person. Their tall oval face is never seen without some amount of makeup, a feat which they manage mostly with makeshift equipment; their dark brown eyes are almost permanently framed with eyeliner and they continue to use the Patch's geometric face paints from time to time. They also take the utmost care of the single pair of rimless glasses, carefully saving them along with other precious accessories from a time past: a small collection of necklaces, earrings and rings, airplane earbuds stolen from an abandoned purse and a large bottle of French perfume, probably gone bad. Like most of their belongings, Asha's clothes are all slipped from the homes of Tokyo residents having left the region in a hurry. Nicer outfits more fitting to their round figure they trade for their programming skills with other scavengers.

Abilities:
Asha's main strength lies in their broad knowledge of human technology and in the fact that shamans, now more powerful than ever, still refuse to take interest in the subject. While they do specialize in the once flourishing but now very limited field of computer sciences and programming, it's the young programmer's habit of looking to understand how objects and systems outside of the spiritual world function which makes them able to reuse and remodel discarded human technology to their advantage in a way that shamans rarely envisage. They gain information and make profit from hacking and tampering with the remainders of the human world. Their services and projects such as the creation of discreet communication devices and encryption, reverse engineering the communication protocols used by Pliea's networks, falsifying data to enable illicit activity or deriving electricity from one place to another when needed are then traded off or shared with other people for food, water or electricity in the manner of a small business.
Their shamanic skills —although good— are rusty, and they try to avoid meddling with spirits as much as possible. However, times have made it obvious that the key to success is in a mix of both human and spiritual knowledge, and only recently with the start of the Shaman Fight have they started conjuring up old memories of their Patch education and attempting to plug them into their computers and programs. They're even starting to think of bonding with a spirit if required for the duration of the Shaman Fight, a decision which goes against most of their lifestyle choices thus far.

Personality:
Though they have never experienced a time before Pliea's tyrannical grip on the world, Asha is convinced that the past was a better, safer world than this one. Despite being a member of the Patch tribe, they feel much closer to this ideal of the human-ruled past for its spirit of progress and will to connect people than to the mindset of shamanic communities, which they find too traditional and narrow minded. While fully respecting the spiritual matters of the world, they'd like to live a life uninvolved with shamanism, something which Pliea's being the Shaman Queen makes practically impossible. In fact, a large number of Asha's attitudes they imposes upon themselves because of the context of Pliea's rule. While generally more introverted in nature, they require of themselves to go towards other people, forming alliances and connections, staying in contact and forming networks of acquaintances. This makes them come off a surprising mixture of friendly and formal, both joking and professional and constantly down to earth even in situations with the tone of companionship. On top of this, Asha is talkative; they discuss whenever people are around for them to listen to, share each and every one of their thoughts out loud be it to an audience or simply to their computer screen. What their clients and friends appreciate about them is their patience and composure paired with the fact that this never translated as coldness from their part but as well needed support. Asha appreciates their role as a useful part of people's lives, be it as a friend or as a business partner and hopes to continue that kind of dynamic even in the possibility of Pliea being overthrown.

Where they are from:
Asha was raised by the Patch, but ultimately came to live a very different life from them, ending up in Tokyo for the start of the Shaman Fight. They went through all of the Patch tribe's ritual training on the art of shamanism during their childhood and early adolescence. While they did not lack skill in the subject, they chose instead to focus their interest on the decayed human world and its technology. Looking to teach themselves programming from a young age they came into contact with a community of computer scientists attempting to carry on the subject and making use of shamans' lack of understanding of technology to exist unnoticed by Pliea's government. Slowly straying away from the Patch way of life, Asha made friends with humans on one side and shamans on the other, attempting whenever possible to conciliate the two when they clashed. By the time they reached 20 their network had gone from recreational programming to offering organized help to those in need. Hearing of the hardships of those still living Tokyo and interested in the technological vestiges of the region, they moved to Japan five years before the beginning of the Shaman Fight. They integrated the Japanese underground community with relative ease, quickly learning Japanese while retaining a notoriously heavy American accent. They now live east of Tokyo with their girlfriend, a delivery and transportation girl, by converting abandoned homes into their living quarters and offering their respective services to populations and Shaman Fight contestants in the city outskirts.

Other:
None

[Bahamut's Regent]

(Accepted, I do have a charries open, I just haven't written him in yet.)

[Chadanaiy]

((Ok great! Do you want me to write something so you can introduce your character or?? It's as you like.

Also just bumping this really quick for Leviathan (ugh sorry I take up so much scrolling space, I wish there was like some kind of readmore I could use):

-Arisu-

Bastet, fur ruffling from the spread of Komo's wings, had trotted over to the dragon's side and jumped onto her student's lap, interrupting her as she chuckled. Now with their ride's large claws leaving the hill, she started glaring at the other passengers, stung with no real seriousness."I heard that!" she called from her spot behind the slicing wind as they started their ascension, "and yes I am as salty as ever congratulations!" But her tiny diamond teeth fell immediately into her jaw as Komo thrust himself out of the air right into the sky. Arisu gasped, torn from her long gaze at the departing ground past Komo's flank and almost clutched at her golden spirit. Instead, her hands caught thorns and her face pushed into the draping wind, laughing her throat into its nudging current.
Already, one sky was beginning to bleed into the next, purpling through the skyline from beneath its crenelated edges. Arisu felt the idea of cold being pressed into her skin by the dying dark. It seemed the night was blending the world's lines even more pressingly within its last instants.
From her wind-trembled lap, Bastet called an answer to the question which rattled Komo's armor. "Head for Saitama district first!" She offered. "Check the bathhouse!" Arisu pulled hair from under her nose and added, "also try to avoid the business district, the imperial gardens and the docks!" attempting to channel her voice outwards through her spine. "Those were taken over by Pliea! They're full of her underlings! And they don't like their activities being meddled with!"

[Bahamut's Regent]

(It's fine Chad. And right now my brain is rather dead so if you have an idea go on with it)

[Chadanaiy]

((Here you go! Your usual uninvolving 'meet stranger in the street' intro post.))

•Asha•

A dim light quickly spilled onto the tatami of the tiny room and vanished with as much casual anxiety as it had opened. Mari yawned devouringly into the computer light. "How was your night?" Asked Asha as the girl bent down to kiss their cheek.
She popped off her shoes. "Absolutely exhausting," came her reply, "I am beyond dead." She sat down, lazily removing her jacket, and pulled out the five glowing amulets that had been placed inside it.
"Did those have to come in handy?" was the next question. Sitting cross-legged in front of a laptop. Asha's silhouette curved at the edges with pulsing silver light.
"Nah don't worry..." Mari was already reaching for a pillow to fall into as she listened to her programmer. " 'Fraid they might do eventually though; there's already a whole lot more contestants around if you go into Tokyo." The screen was spiked with a display she found unfamiliar; tracing the USB ports, she found them ended with small circuit boards and sensors fixed onto a humming totem. "New?" she asked.
Asha glanced to their right. "Oh, yeah." They pushed back their hair. "Actually, I've been getting some really surprising readings from this thing, as if some massive spirit just appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the night? I kinda wanna go check out where it is."
"You want my bike?" their girlfriend dug her chin into her wrists. "Is it dangerous?" She frowned tiredly. "It sounds not safe."
"No don't worry!" Her partner smiled down at her. "It's really close... Last time I checked it was heading northwest out of the city towards Saitama." They stretched to grab a small pair of boots from behind a cushion. "I'll bike there real quick and be back! I'll be back in an hour or something, I'll be fine." They slipped on their shoes, pushing themselves up and grabbing a small coat, crouching to boop the girl on the nose. "You need to sleep."
With Mari too tired to argue or worry, too ready to crumble into her pillow, Asha quickly found their way outside of the tiny shelter home. Doors locked and bolted, as per usual, they struggled with the tangled garden brush in which the bike was hidden. The jangling metallic frame and bike lock clutched the dewy branches under their grasp when something seemed to move in the rim of their glasses: a shaman, on the street, with strikingly white hair, followed by a spirit.
They let go of the bike, slowly. Behind the approaching individual tumbled a timber wolf spirit in heavy locks of silver fur and blue emblems. Shamans never came into streets like these and clients never, ever met at domiciles. Lost possibly? Or looking for something? For what?
"Excuse me," came the call half-unwillingly. They carefully pushed the bike back into the bush. "Are you looking for someone in particular? Maybe I can help?"

[Bahamut's Regent]

Grisil's icy blue eyes trailed slowly over to the person speaking to him. He let out a defenate 'hmm?'. He blinked and gave the person a sly grin. "Nah, I was just taking a walk. Ya'know? Don't get to do it much, and thought it'd be a good thing to do." He chuckled and streched his arm before folding them behind his head. He watched the person in front of him, a certain unease in his eyes. The spirit wolf turned her dark eyes towards the plump female and sat down, a slight amount of frost appearing where her paws, rump, and tail touched the damp ground.

(Awesome. Sorry, I was distracted by pictures. I'm working on a background for my tablet. Also, did you make the pick for your forms?)

[RedLionPaladin]

(That's fine.)

Celeste nodded to show she heard Amidamaru. She ghosted out of the room and down the hall. Kohaku watched as his partner left, a chuckle in his throat.
"she'll brink you a cup too Yamada no Orochi" his voice held a certain amusement.

Yamata no Orochi shook her head silently as Amidamaru said, "Believe it or not, she actually doesn't like tea. I'm not sure why though. However, your offer is appreciated Kohaku." The silver haired shaman dipped his head to the dragon out of respect.

[Leviathan~]

Ryoshi...

Komo was off with a simple wingbeat or two, the winds following his lead in pushing him through the air with speed comparable to the dragons of old, although he was probably the only one aware of how fast those flew to begin with. It didn't take long to reach the city limits, and by then it was a matter of seconds before the particular bathhouse was in sight. Komo grinned as he plotted how he would "land" the group down. Ryoshi noticed the gleam of teeth and was about to protest before the dragon barrel rolled, dropping his passengers into the air to freefall towards the bathhouse. Ryoshi groaned as the winds whipped past him, somewhat accustomed to the dirty trick that the dragon liked to play. He did however remind himself that Arisu and Bastet weren't quite so familiar. He moved quickly, but without causing a commotion. While he fell he threw out both arms, one towards Arisu, sending his sword after her. The other collected white flames in his palm, pointed at the earth. His sword was precise and managed to slide under Arisu's shirt, and once they were only a matter of a hundred feet above the ground the sword began to deny gravity, catching the girl by her clothes and slowing her fall until she hit the ground. By then Ryoshi activated what he had collected in his hand and with a burst of light and fire his descent was abruptly slowed and he landed lightly on the asphalt as though nothing had happened. He bothered to slap Komo as the dragon descended after them in ball form. "Not nice." The dragon only chuckled to himself.

((sorry for poofing, halloween was busy busy!))

[Bahamut's Regent]

Yamata no Orochi shook her head silently as Amidamaru said, "Believe it or not, she actually doesn't like tea. I'm not sure why though. However, your offer is appreciated Kohaku." The silver haired shaman dipped his head to the dragon out of respect.

"I will tell her." Kohaku stood up shaking out his mane. He gave the two a toothy dragon grin before slipping out of the room. He returned with Celeste trailing behind him. She held a wooden tray with eight cups sitting on it, along with a kettle. There was a small box with tea bags in it as well. She sat the tray on the table where she paused to offer the tea bag box to Amidamaru. "Chose one."