Akira Shadow 'Peace Hunter'
Un rythme de marche, pas beaucoup plus rapide qu'un rampement avait finalement amené Akira à l'auberge. Il se branla les yeux alors qu'il regardait le panneau au-dessus de sa porte. C'était comme s'il marchait depuis plusieurs heures et il avait probablement raison de penser ainsi. Le jeune homme regarda vers le bas à sa jambe droite et secoua la tête avant de pencher son bras gauche sur la porte alors qu'il marchait en avant. La porte s'ouvrit en partie, puis plus loin quand Akira entra à l'intérieur, un boiteux douloureux dans son pas. L'entrée moins que la normale avait attiré l'attention de quelques mécènes nezés alors que l'homme continuait à boiter vers le bar.
Sa jambe droite, mal bandée avec un bout de chiffons avait été teinte rouge d'où une blessure avait une fois saigné. Pour atteindre la barre, le jeune homme s'est laissé tomber doucement vers l'avant en s'attrapeant sur la barre avec ses bras tandis que sa jambe droite se boucle. L'auberge soupira alors qu'il s'approchait d'Akira, ce n'était manifestement pas sa première fois qu'il traitait avec un patron blessé. "Qu'est-ce que ce sera, jeune homme? Vous êtes le bienvenu ici tant que vous ne cherchez pas d'ennuis." Akira a souri à l'auberge continue de commenter avant de parler vers le haut.
"Trouble? Ne vous inquiétez pas, ce n'est qu'une égratignure... mais plutôt méchante. Ah, un tankard de bière..." Akira a déclaré qu'il avait placé des pièces sur le comptoir, plus qu'assez pour couvrir sa boisson. "et un chiffon propre, si vous pouvez en épargner un." L'auberge se tient hoche en réponse alors qu'il préparait la boisson d'Akira et la glissa à lui avec une section de tissu. "Merci." Akira a déclaré avec un sourire avant de regarder rond pour une table libre.
Ayant trouvé un endroit pour se percher dans plus de confort, Akira s'était hobbled sur une table libre agitant tous les clients assez sobres pour lui offrir une main aidante. Il se redressait la jambe devant lui pendant qu'il s'asseyait, avant de se pencher vers l'avant pour retirer le chiffon de sang. La blessure avait pour la plupart séché, mais ce n'était pas le seul problème. Akira regarda la blessure, s'il n'y avait pas eu autant de patrons qu'il pouvait dépenser un peu de sang de son doigt pour un simple sort de guérison. Avec un soupir, il déshabilla la plaie avant de saisir le tissu propre, voulant garder le « rayure » couvert, il enveloppa étroitement le tissu autour de sa jambe, avant de tirer sa jambe vers lui-même et de l'étirer plusieurs fois en essayant de travailler la douleur du muscle et de l'habituer au mouvement naturel une fois de plus. Ayant fait assez d'étirement pour lui faire sentir à nouveau le jeune homme prit une perruque de sa bière alors qu'il regardait autour de l'auberge, les patrons étaient retournés à leurs boissons et l'ambiance naturelle et la scène du calme reprit.
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.