OOC: I want everyone to post an introduction for their character first. If you're playing a character thats Half Oni or a warrior choosen by the Clan of Oni, I don't want you to touch upon your characters getting their weapons just yet, or even talking to the supernatural in any shape way or form. Just give them an introduction and I will make sure you get your weapons.

Onimusha: End of Days

Introduction

It has been almost sixteen years since the demon race was unleashed upon Paris, France, and the two time displaced warriors, Samanosuke Akechi and Jacques Blanc, aided by the little Tengu Ako, defeated the Demon King, Nobunaga Oda once and for all. His quest finished and returned to his own time, Jacques went back to live a peaceful life with his family, whilst Samanosuke and Ako set out on a new adventure through time and space.

However, with Nobunaga gone, the throne of the Demon King is left vacant, free to the most powerful demon who dare take the seat of power.

Standing watch, forever vigil, the Oni Clan – the Clan of Ogres – and their allies, the Crow Tengu Clan, await the day their power is needed again, unaware, that that time, is now.

The Year Is 2020
Somewhere in Japan

Deep in a forest laid a small temple, concealed by overgrowth, vines snaking along the sides of it and moss growing over most of it. At the front were steps that led down into the earth, to torches positioned on either side of the entrance and casting an eerie, flickering glow over the entrance. The moon which glowed not white this night, but instead glowed blood red set the perfect back drop behind the temple.

In a chamber at the very bottom of the temple, lit by four torches in each corner sat a twelve people, all clothed in dark red robes with ancient runes stitched into them in black thread. Their hoods up, the twelve people chanted under their breaths, all in sync with each other causing it to sound like a single deep voice. In the circle they sat around was a large pentagram drawn in fresh blood, and hanging above it by her feet, was a young girl no older then fourteen, still in her school uniform, her arms tied to her sides and a cloth pulled tightly over her mouth gagging her.

She struggled like a worm on a hook, sobbing in fear and panic as she strained to look at her captures, then a sound of stone scraping against stone brings her attention to the only door in the chamber, stands leading down from it as woman – tall by Japanese standards – walked in wearing a slinky red robe that revealed more then it concealed, she had long black hair, brilliant emerald green eyes and a seductive look about her. She carried in one hand a staff made of what seemed to be the bones of a creature, loss to the ever continuing flow of time, with a large red jewel attached to the top, which glowed slightly with a crimson aura..

“Mistress Jenka” the twelve robed people said in unison and turned to look at her, bowing their heads slightly.

“The stars are in alignment, the moon shines like blood upon the world” the woman known as Jenka told them calmly, then she looked at the young teenage girl and smiled at the fear she saw, that she smelt…. “Don’t worry little one… You are about to be apart of something great” she said with a sadistic grin, then turned to the man on her left and nodded.

He suddenly produced a six inch long blade, the girls eyes went wide in terror and struggled harder then ever before, and then suddenly, with the flick of his wrist, the man sent the small blade sailing through the air.

The was a muffled scream, and then silence.

Blood dripped down slowly from the wound in the girl’s head, the knife pentrating her skull and lodging into her brain. She was still alive though, the part of the brain the knife had hit was enough to skill her out right, though nothing could save her now as the blood continued to drip, slow at first, then faster, forming into a large puddle in the center of the pentagram.

Suddenly the a column of blood light shot up from the ground in the shape of an inverted pentagram, startling the twelve robed chanters for a split second and terrorizing whatever part of the girl that was still left that could decipher what fear meant. Powerful blasts of wind blasted out of the column, ruffling clocks, robes and hair. And the whole time, Jenka stood there laughing evilly with her staff pointed at the column, the jewel glowing brighter and brighter.

“Those who feed on the blood of virgins I summon thee into our world!!” she chanted, at the center of the pentagram a large greenish black flame appeared sprouting out of the ground. “Let the day of reckoning begin!!” she laughed evilly.

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Tokyo, Japan
Fifteen Minutes Earlier

Everyone turned and glanced upward as thick black clouds rolled in from no where, unaware that this cloud had just covered all of Japan. A few seconds later everyone carried on their way, it was just another storm brewing, nothing they hadn’t already lived through. The tall sky scrapers disappeared through the clouds.

At one particular building however a black limousine pulled up and a group of body guards dressed in black suits piled out, checking the surrounding area before signaling the all clear for their boss who immediately got out, a calm look upon his pudgy face. He was short and fat, had a ridiculous comb over for a hair do. You wouldn’t think by looking at him that he was one of the most powerful underworld crime bosses.

Fumio Asagawa, trader in drugs, guns and anything else he could get his hands on. He was envied by most for his great business sense, and hated by everyone, whom he had either put out of business or order the deaths of one or more members of their family. He had more enemies then he did allies, and even his allies didn’t like him that much.

“The building’s secure?” Fumio asked calmly as he was surrounded by his body guards.

“Yes sir” replied one particular bodyguard. Matsu was his only name, no one knew his last name, only that he was Fumio’s right hand man and best bodyguard. He looked up at the sky and frowned. “Something evil is in the air” he said quietly, more to himself then anything.

Ten minutes later two guards stood guard outside of Fumio’s office with Matsu and the other body guards inside while their boss talked business with some unknown client. Both men looked like sumo wrestlers, though they weren’t overly fat like most sumo’s, they were instead just seemed to be very bulky. They had short shaven hair and squinty little eyes, they almost looked identical, despite not having any relation between them.

Suddenly at the end of the hallway, the elevator pinged, and both men turned their heads to see who was getting off. Much to their surprise though, a young man no older then eighteen stepped off the elevator, all dressed in black and carrying a long box under one arm, sun glasses concealed his eyes and his black leather overcoat fell to around his ankles. He was a about five foot eight with waist length black hair that dark blue highlights running through it, giving him a punkish but eerie look around him. The steel caps over the toes of his boots reflected the lights in the hallway.

“And where do you think you’re going?” asked one of the men when the young man stopped in front of them, looking like he expected them to move.

“Special delivery” the young man said and gestured to the box.

“How about you leave that with us and we’ll give it to Mr. Asagawa” suggested the second man who reached out to grab the box, only to have the young man grab his hand twist in the wrong direction with a sickening crack before the jagged bone popped out through the skin with blood spurting out everywhere and the man screaming in agony.

“I don’t think so” the young man replied coldly and executed a spinning heel kick that got the first man straight in the jaw and knocked him back. The young man suddenly grabbed part of the box and with a loud tearing sound, ripped the top off it and pulled a long katana out from inside before discarding the now useless box and grinned.

"Time to go to work."

* * *

“Go see that was about” Matsu ordered……………….

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OOC: Like I said, just introduce your character first.
Just PM me the weapon and element it has and I will make sure you get it
HOWEVER, I don't want to see any strange weapons that would other wise be impossible to use. Choose from the list I provided in the other topic, no hybrid weapons, this means I don't want to see combinations of weapons, UNLESS its like the type that Jacques uses in Onimusha 3, one of which is a sword that seperates into a whip, and if you've played Soul Caliber 2 and played with the character Ivy, you would know what this weapon is....

Ok, this is it, start

He pushed his glasses up as he looked up at the sky, a slight chill running up his back as he picks up his leather jacket and puts it on over the blank green shirt underneath, wearing combat boots and what could only be army fatigues as he looks up at the sky once more, his accent was american as he spoke up. "God I hate Japan..."

With that he gets into his car and drives off to the Base where he was stationed, totally hating his assignment, but then again, he hated everything, well, almost everything he thouight as he glanced over at a group of japanese women walking along the street.

Several minutes later he gets to the base where he's stuck at, wondering why those navy jerks needed the Army here anyway. As he gets out of his car he puts on his standard issued hat, and puts on his gun belt, which while looking standard it deffinately wasnt has it had two gun holsters on it, as he heads back for duty Lt. bars shining on his hat, he smirked as due to the captain being on leave, no one could yell at him for wearing his jacket while on duty. He then heads inside and to his office.

OOC: you never stated the characters had to be of japanese origin :P

OOC: WZ i hope you know that you just declaired war with that last post. so get ready to butt heads through out this whole RPG.

IC: Rain walked through the streets headed to the shelter he called home. he'd gotten the job at the wild life park he been after for so long, what could he say he and animals just seemed to get along, and with the money he'd be making he could finally move into his own apartment.

"to have a home of my own" rain muttered to him self. he'd been left on the shelters door steps as an infant. the animal claw necklace he wore arond his neck the only thing found with him.

it was then that rain felt a chill run down his spine making him shiver from cold. looking up at the sky and seeing the storm clouds, rain quickened his pace in hopes of making it to the shelter before it began to rain. all the while feeling that something was wrong.

Somewhere withen New York City...(actually on the corner of 72nd and columbus, Above the Sleepy Mattress store)

Unknown to the busy streets below Raymon was practicing with his teacher, who also happened to be his boss. "Good one Raymon, but it will take more then that to beat me." His master said skillfully parrying the attack. "I know thats why im goign to do this! " He raised for a counter to his master's parry as a Chill ran down his spine. "What was that." WACK!!

"You lack focus, Grasshopper."

Lightning flashed as the black clouds gathered, illuminating the form of a man carrying a large scythe and shimmering with strange blue energy. The mans name had once been Alexander, a paladin of sorts in his time. A man of the cross and the force of the cross. His twin swords were once shined to a mirror finish, rarely stained with blood due to his skills and negotiating abilities. Though during a trip to Japan in the feudal era he met with an untimely demise. A fight with a strange beast silenced him, seemingly forever. His corpse was thrown into the pits of Gifu castle and left to rot at the opening of a strange door. What exactly happened that brought him back he will never know. Though he has changed greatly over the centuries. Only a few streaks of his once white hair remains, now prominently hair adorns his head. Handsome, tanned features were replaced by hardened, pale skin and strange markings all over his body that exuded the oddest blue aura. In the pits of that derelict construct he awoke to the open maw of a dead beast, its huge body sprawling out over a great room with signs of battle all about. What Alexander did upon awakening scared even him. delving into the shattered corpses flesh, he ate, and not just the meat, but the heart as well. Sated, and disgusted with his actions he remained in that pit for days. The flesh he consumed transferiing knowledge from the corpse to himself. His beliefs were destroyed as was his mind. Taking bones from creature and strips of his one elegant silk cape, Alexander forged a scythe and escaped from his prison. Time passed and his knowledge grew as he absorbed the flesh and heart he ate. From the time the light rejected him, forcing him to live through death Alexander disappeared. In his place was the powerful demon Nocturne.

Through the Centuries Nocturne had forgotten himself, making his existence known only when something deep within him made it needed. Such a time was now. Forces were gathering and a great power was awakening. His feral yellow eyes scanned the streets below the skyscraper he stood on. Nocturne needed to feed.

He sniffed the air. It was rank with darkness, demons were beginning to emerge once again. His blood red hair blew in front of his face. His eyes glowed a mysterious jade as he put his hands in his pocket, pulled up the brim of his jacket and tugged down on his ball cap and walked deeper into the streets of Japan. He'd been drawn here out of his native North America.

"Let's see where the fates take us this day.."

OOC: How did i declare war? the US HAS bases in japan.

OOC: Uhoh, I came up with another scary character, PH33R my scaryism!

Also I know that only bloodstorm can hand out king titles, but no one ever said I couldnt hand myself other royalty titles, therefore I declare myself the Fresh Prince of Scaryism!


IC:

A school girl was on her way home. This neighborhood didnt have a good reputation, there had been several brutal killings here recently. Suddenly someone stumbled out of the alley in front of her. No one knew who the killer was , but the local papers had given the killer the nick name "Penetrator", because all the victums had been stabbed to death with sharpened pencils of all things. It was then that someone who was apparantly a drunk business man stumbled out of the alleyway. She took a step back startled.

"Hey now don't be scared little girl..." he slurred out.

"Uhhh...I'd better go..." She began to walk away but he caught her hand.

"You better not, its not safe around here, that killer, penetrator on the loose, why don't you come back to my place where its safe." he said grinning letcherously "I'll show you a real penetrator..." he thought to himself

"No let me go!"

"Shut up!" he hit her with a half full bottle of saki. It was then that they both heard the sound of roller blades. Someone was moving towards them.

The drunk guy turned to see another girl come around the corner. She had relitively short hair that seemed to be died pink. She also had a head band that had two fake deely bopper antenna coming out of it. She was also wearing roller blades that seemed to be made entirely of metal. She also wore a tube top and shorts. Her skin was also very pale.

"Whoah...she's alot cuter then that other girl..." the drunk thought to himself. "Hey its not safe out here with that killer you know..." he said starting towards her.

She grinned "Hehe...that's true...it's pretty dangerous...." she said idely skating around him until she was behind him and grabbed his saki bottle out of his hand.

"Hey that's mine!"

"I know a secret about penetrator...it's a spooky scary secret! Do you want to know? Huh do you? Because I might tell you if you ask nice."

He got mad "Give it back you little bitch!" she skated out of his reach and he tripped over his own feet.

"You don't want to know? That's to bad, it's a neato torpedo secret....I'll just tell you then, I'm penetrator, pleased to meet you!"

It took a moment for what she said to register "Huh? You?" he began to laugh at her.

She got a cute annoyed face "That's mean, you shouldn't laugh at peoples secrets!" he just laughed harder.

"Secrets can be pretty scary Mr Drunk...." . with lighting fast reflexes she hurled a sharpened pencil into the mans neck piercing his wind pipe. She spun around and lodged a second one in his left eye ripping into his brain, bits of wood and graphite breaking off in his flesh. She pulled out a few more, holding each pencil between her fingers like claws she thrust them into his gut. The man stumbled backwards slumping in the trash. She pulled out one of the pencils and licked it. To her , blood mixed with a bit of graphite was like candy.

"Mmmm yummy..."

The school girl ran away screaming. "Some people just can't handle a good secret." she skated away into the night leaving the man dead and full of pencils.

Out on the open fields of Japan outside Tokyo, a lone figure sat still, meditating on the oncoming fight. After a while, Keiji stood up and made his way back to his car. After he made his way back into Tokyo, the 25 year old man drove up to a feudal Japanese style house, which also happened to be his work place, not only was it a dojo, he also made swords, using ancient techniques brought down through the generations of his family. As Keiji walked into his room he walked up to a stand that supported a single katana. As he eyed it, he whispered I have need of you now before picking it up.

OOC: wz you might want to PM me next time and it so happens i'm in the "navy." i leave the rest for you to figure out. bloodstorm and mr.z i don't see how your last few posts fit into this RPG?

IC: rain was in such a hurry to get to the shelter before the rain came that he did the man until he's knocked them both to the ground.

"s-sorry, i didn't see you. please allow me to help back to your feet." rain said as he offered his hand to the man as he got good look at him.

the man had jade green eyes and was wearing a jacket. rain could also see blood red hair under the ball cap the man was wearing.

"the names rain and again sorry for knocking you over."

OOC: Sorry but it'll be another few days before I can join, I got a lot to do and I'd just like to get it cleared up before i hope into another rpg but I WILL join this one, so just hold your toes and wait for me B)

ps, I'll edit this into my introduction post when I join

Oniko was skating through a dark alleyway. When several gang members came out from behind her. "Hey baby this is our turf. You want to come through here, it won't be free passage."

"Hmmm, I have some pocket lint and a paper clip if you want it."

"You making fun of us bitch?"

"Look something distracting behind you!"

"Just how dumb do you think we a..." he didn't finish his words a katana cut his head off. A group of three men in suits had surrounded them. One of them pulled out a gun and shot the other gang members "Good all the witnesses are dead. We are members of the Ayashi clan. You are the one known as Penetrator are you not?"

"Maybe...." She said feigning confusion

"Two weeks ago you stabbed one of our more prominent members to death with pencils." he said pointing his gun at her. With lightning speed Oniko kicked the gun out of his hand and whipped something out of her bag, they were gardening shears! In one swift motion she took the mans head off. She pulled out a stolen lisence plate from her bag and hurled it at the other man who was drawing his gun embedding it in his skull. Oniko was a master with improvised weapons. The man with the Katana charaged in Slashing Oniko went backwards blocking the strike with her titanium plated roller blades. He began slashing at her but she moved around him either blocking or evading his strikes. He had never met anyone with such an absurd yet effective fighting style. Onikos fighting style was sort of like a mish mash of kick boxing, aikido, gymnastics and break dancing all on roller blades. Oniko blocked another sword strike , this time catching the blade inbetween the blades of her gardening shears, almost like the ninjas of old who would pose as gardners at their lords castle. She wrenched the sword from his hand, pressing someing inside her roller blades with her foot, a blade came out and she kicked him int he stomach.

The man fell over dead "And as promised, Tokugawas treasures are mine!" she said as she took all their wallets. After lickign the blood fromt eh gardening shears she skated away.

White martial artist style robes swirled around the young fighter,starkly contrasting with his dark hair and eyes. Some thugs had waylaid him on his way home from the dojo ,the leader wielding a long knife. Scarlet tattoos entwined themselves around the arms of the young martial artist as the large thug lunged with the knife. Twisting around the offending arm,the youth received a minor scratch against his side before his arms exploded into action. His left fist caught the thug behind the wrist while his free hand folded into a driving elbow,breaking the thugs forearm before the fighter reversed the blow to crack the thug's jaw. Seeing their leader beaten so easily,the remaining two,who were both small and unarmed,quickly turned tail and fled,leaving their leader helpless. The head thug found a strong yet dexterous grip wrapping around his throat and lifting him off his feet. His opponent pinned him to the nearest wall and leaned in close,allowing the thug to gaze into his platinum eyes as he spoke "You are fortunate that i am in a good mood,thug,for otherwise you would never have survived your encounter with " the thug didn't even hear his foe's name,as the scarlet tattoos flared into life,before one final blow sank the thug into unconsciousness...

In the heartland of Tokyo wilderness, a stone figure sits as it had for the past two to three hundred years. Silently, the statue trembled from an inner pressure. The trembling turned into shivering which rapidly turned into quakes. Chips and fragments of stone slipped off the encased figure as it shuddered in protest to its revival. The muscular figure stood from its kneeling position as it flexed its muscles. Is slumber would not have been disturbed if it was not for an important reason. A reason he knew would soon be made clear to him.

Ooc: keeping it short due to a little writers block

OOC[I could have sworn I posted in this rpg yesturday...anyway I will keep it short and too simple...]OOC

Kasumi was walking home from the library books in hand. It looked as if it was about to rain so she speed up her pace her short black hair blowing softly.

Kasumi decided to stop by a corner for drink. She entered the store and grabed a Fanta. As she turned around to two masked and armed robbers ran into the store. One stood by the door and the other held up the cashier. Kasumi was a no nonsense kind of person and this angered her deeply.

"You know the drill." The thug at the counter said to the cashier.

"Hey man, check out the young hottie over there. How about we have some fun with her after this." The man at door said sneering at Kasumi who had bend over to lay down her books & drink.

"Your pathetic you know that." the guy holding up the cashier said causing the guy at the door to stare at him.

"You both are." spat the cashier as he filled up the bag causing the both of them to star at him.

The guy at the door feet was swept from underneath him as his gun was pulled from his hand. A second latter time a back hand was smashed into his and his head bounced off the floor. The other thug reeled around and was hit right in the eye by the butt of the gun thrown by Kasumi. Kasumi dashed at him and fliped him on his taking his gun in the process and pointed it down at him.

"Here take the gun." Kasumi said handing the gun to the cashier.

"That... was incredible." The cashier stammered.

Kasumi ran and kicked the thug by the door in the face as he tried to get up.

Kasumi then picked up her books and the Fanta and walked out the store... not paying for the Fanta.

OOC[Is that long enough now.]OOC