Akira avait fait sa meilleure tentative pour s'occuper de ses propres affaires. Ce n'était pas souvent qu'il pouvait aller dans une taverne sans se faire bombarder par des patrons essayant de lui pousser des contrats de chasse. Il avait observé les patrons de l'endroit quelques fois, mais rien ne semblait sortir de l'ordinaire, un peu étrange compte tenu de l'éloignement des lieux de tavernes. Finalement, il regardait une jeune femme se dirigeant du bar, avec un soupir que le chasseur a baissé la tête comme pour dépeindre l'idée qu'il n'avait pas remarquée. Alors que la jeune femme s'asseyait à sa table, Akira resta avec la tête baissée comme s'il ignorait sa présence, juste quand il s'attendait à une histoire de sob pour l'amener à signer un contrat, il reçut une question moins normale sous la forme d'un murmure: «Comment avez-vous fait cela? N'êtes-vous pas humain?" Le jeune homme laisserait une pause, avant qu'il ne lève les yeux, bien qu'il n'y ait que de la force, laissant douter s'il avait même entendu la question. Akira a pris une autre perruque de sa bière. « C'est incroyablement impoli de s'asseoir à la table de quelqu'un d'autre, sans demander d'abord s'ils désirent la compagnie. »
Akira a bien regardé, examinant la jeune femme qui avait pris place à sa table. -- Eh bien, maintenant, c'est une paire de questions intéressantes. Sa voix était maintenant plus calme qu'avant, il n'avait plus besoin de créer une scène alors il avait déjà. Se penchant vers la femme Akira la regarde droit dans les yeux. -- Mais voulez-vous vraiment m'appeler humain? L'entaille de la magie du sang pourrait facilement être faite si on la cherchait. "Bien que votre formulation soit aussi intéressante." Akira a pris une dernière balançoire de sa bière. "Ah... dis-moi alors, mademoiselle, quel genre de créature es-tu? Ne soyez pas surpris, nous les humains sommes généralement si aveuglément ignorants des autres races que nous ne nous appelons généralement pas les uns les autres "humains". Le chasseur a donné un sourire coquin alors qu'il s'appuyait sur sa chaise alors qu'il attendait une réponse. Alors qu'il attendait, il regardait au bar, il avait vu hors du coin de son oeil l'acte que la femme qui était maintenant assise à sa table avait fait pour la femme au bar. "Je ne suppose pas que vous partageriez aussi ce qui vous a intrigué par elle?"
Name: Akira Shadow 'Peace Hunter'
Appearance: Akira Shadow is a Caucasian male, standing at 6'6" tall. With a slight muscular build he wears studded leather armour which protect his chest and abdomen over the top of a plain blue long sleeve shirt. He wears leather armoured trousers, and black boots coated is dust and dirt from his time on the field.
The sections of armour has slight evidence of past battles where botched repair work has been carried out to close the tears in the armour, patched by any leather that Akira has managed to get his hands on. Granted its appearance wouldn't win any prizes, but at least it'd get the job done in protecting its wearer. A belt at his waist holds the sheath and wire for Akira's Sword and crossbow (See weapons).
His facial appearance is surprisingly scar free, despite his chosen profession. He has brown eyes with a slight touch of red toward the pupils (a result of using blood magic), his hair is long and crudely tied back into a ponytail, black in colour it's evident that it's not greatly cared for, and is sometimes messy in appearance.
Age: 22
Species: Human
Country of Origin: Anamata
Weapons:
The first and mainly used weapon of Akira's is a dual blade. The weapon was specially designed by himself and a few fellow hunters in order to optimize his battle prowess. When weilded effectively it can be used to battle two targets simultaneously, or one target with swift parry/follow ups. The grip has a locking hinge joint, which when released means the weapon can be used as a two bladed long sword. This offers no particular benefit other than adding extra weight to the swing. The weapon is sheathed at the Hunters left side, always sheathed in its longsword form. Both blades of the weapon have the words Demon Hunter etched into the them, the areas of the etchings are kept finely polished making it easy to make out from anyone examining the weapon.
For less personal, or aerial confrontation Akira favours a crossbow. When unused this is often found hanging at the Hunters right side via a wire. It is often kept loaded making it more of defensive item when first readied than an open opportunity for a enemy to attack.
Lastly, Akira is a careful user of the often frowned upon, blood magic. Blood magic, used by those unable to channel mana, mainly due to lack of aptitude are often battle enhancing spells. Its use can hasten or strengthen the casters attacks or even act as a pain negator, similar to an adrenaline rush or battle rage. However Akira keeps close tabs on it due to the common eventuality of turning the caster insane, through a strange addiction to its use.
Likes: (May add more as the RP progresses)
Cashing in Bounties
Combat training / sparing
Exploration / adventuring
Finding pre-war / wartime relics
Dislikes: (May add more as the RP progresses)
Hunters of 'Neutrals'
Winged demons
'Lost' Blood Mages
Unnecessary confrontation (Bandits etc.)
History: Akira Shadow, a man who wasn't born into the Hunters, though destined to become one. Akira was brought up in his early years by his parents, who tried to raise him in the way of their ancestors, respecting all creatures and only seeking hard to those creatures that deserved it. Despite this, and almost hipocritical of his parents, they made regular and particularly large donations to the Demon Hunting Guilds. But no action can be made without consequences, before the boy had seen 10 Summers pass his parents home was raided by several winged demons. Although hunters were swift on the demons trails, the demons had wasted little time in offing Akira's parents, only retreating when the hunters had arrived.
Unable to leave the boy an orphan Akira was brought into the Demon Hunters Guilds care. It was there that Akira would continue to grow and be moulded into one of their own, trading completion of chores for a roof over his head. As the boy aged the chores & lessons became more appropriate for his future trade. Gone were the days of cleaning the grounds, making way for armour and weapon crafting and maintenance, along with lessons on different breeds of demons, their strengths and their weaknesses. From his eighteenth birthday Akira had been officially recognised as a hunter, although his first hunt was a menial one given to him purely out of favouritism. The Hunter would slowly grow in skill over the next few years as he'd be sent on more and more hunts for demons. Though Akira would sometimes find him questioning the reasons, the reasons why certain demons were even considered marks. The ugly reality was starting to loom that whether its intentions were good or bad the Guild would sentence all demons to die.
It was shortly after he turned twenty that the Guild would split, as Akira shared a proposal with those he felt he could trust. Just like his ancestors before him, even a demons life deserved respect until such a time that it displayed unworthy of that trust. Henceforth the appropriately dubbed 'Peace Hunters' came about. More like bounty hunters, these guild members only hunted for demons known to have done wrong and had no quarrel with aiding demons being hunted merely for sport. Over the next two years the word of the Peace Hunters would grow and along with it the town bounties posted for their completion.