CHIDORI.  

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  PERSONALITY.   CHIDORI is not a good person.He’ll be the first to tell you that. He’s the kind of guy to always wear a mask, both figuratively and literally, whether he’s in or out of uniform. What can he say? Amanogawa City isn’t the safest place, after all; as an information broker, he knows that best, more than most. He’s used to sticking his head in places it shouldn’t be, seeing things he shouldn’t. Naturally a guy’s gonna be cautious.But, you know. His heart’s still pretty soft, though he doesn’t like being overt about it. Far from it, even. But he likes to collect strays, prickly characters who don’t trust easily or struggle to find a direction, and be a place of safety, or to nudge them in the right direction.But all the more reason to keep things close to the chest, yeah? When you’ve got a heart this soft, you’ve gotta keep up your defenses. Especially when you’ve got a job to do, people to protect.So a mask is a mask. He’ll lie if he has to. He’s not proud of it, but it’s what needs to be done. He doesn’t hate it as much as he should, and at this point it’s just become a part of him, really.He’s not that upstanding of a person, after all.  HISTORY.   Very little known is about Chidori. This name is most likely an alias itself; his stage name in his twenties was “The Changed Real”, and its unknown if the kanji in his name comes from this stage name or vice versa.He has a criminal record, but little information about it is known; it is most likely that this was scrubbed when he became the Green Keeper.What we do know is that Chidori was a bassist for a small underground rock band in his twenties, in the first few years of the invasion. One of his fans was Sanae Midorikawa, who likely became his connection to the Ranger Force once they got close— which he eventually joined at some point shortly thereafter, though the details of how and why he joined are left a mystery.He’s been the Green Keeper ever since, juggling his jobs as Ranger, information broker, and musician. He kept his identity hidden even to those in the Ranger force with the exception of the Green Squadron members and the other Keepers until a PR stunt by the Rangers to gain more support in the face of their declining popularity and the IRA’s growing support.During the Three Way Battle, Chidori was greatly injured by Death Messiah, and has spent the last year recovering. ( He also bought an antique car in the meanwhile. He’s projected to pay that off in 2036… )  FLAWS / WEAKNESSES.   He does not trust easily. He has a tendency to hide things from even his closest friends and family; Hisui, for example, despite being the only member of Green Squadron he revealed his identity to until Footsoldier D and Usukubo joined, is not aware of the existence of Sanae and Momoji and their importance to Chidori. Because of this he is very difficult to read, either as a person or his intentions.

  EXTRAORDINARY CAPABILITIES.    None. Out of suit, he's no different from any other human.  SKILLS AND ABILITIES.   FIGHTING ABILITY. As a member of the Ranger Force, Chidori was required to go through the trials of Bailong's Nest as a Colorless Ranger to even land a spot on the Green Batallion; thus, even outside of his suit, Chidori is quite capable of combat.INTELLIGENCE. Chidori's got the brain of a detective, and has been able to sniff out most of the secrets behind the Ranger Force's power as well as the origins of the Rangers themselves on his own.  INNATE TRAITS.    Again, none. He's just a regular human.  INVENTORY.    Chidori has what he likes to call his Seven Information Broker's Tools, all of which he keeps in his guitar case. Those items include:SLOTH BRAIN, literally just an iPad with a lizard themed case;
GREED EYE, his spy camera ( shaped like a lizard ) and visor;
ENVY MEDICINE, literally just a gun with a golden lizard design,
GLUTTONY WAY, a grappling hook that can carry his weight ( but actually doesn't seemed lizard theme, for once ); and most importantly,WRATH HAMMER, his divine tool. Its real name is Green Dragon Fafnir, made from the bones of one of the five Dragon Priestesses of the Suzukiri Clan. Like all Divine Tools it has five cartridges, holding one invocation each, and allows Chidori to suit up into the Green Keeper.( … he also has LUST ROAD, which is his antique car. It isn’t anything special, or even has any kind of lizard theming. He’s just very proud of his purchase, even though it was a pain to get a loan for it. )

  ARRIVAL REACTION.    Honestly pretty normal. Underwhelming, even. Startled at first, of course, but he managed to collect himself pretty quickly afterwards. More than anything, he was curious, asking questions before plesantly thanking everyone at the welcoming center and heading... right into town to explore.

  DALISAY AGBAYANI.  

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  PERSONALITY.   Dalisay consides themself a pretty chill guy. Completely ordinary, even.Not much really phases them. They enjoy going with the flow, so to say; some may say they lack ambition, other say there's little, if any, drive, but the talk doesn't exactly bother them. World's filled with plenty of dreamers; do they really need to be another one?They've decided the answer is no, and they're satisfied with that. They work hard plenty, after all— they've done their duty of graduating with high marks in high school, went to a prestigious university, have a pretty decently paying if not a little mundane career; they're comfortable. Happy enough.That should be enough.Right?  HISTORY.   Dalisay grew up in the beautiful world of Nefe Cosmia one of four sister worlds they and the rest of their people would soon learn in their adulthood. Despite the magic brimming in their world, the confusion brought by the others, and the chao ushered in by the Outlanders, Dalisay did a decently good job of keeping to themself. After all, what did all that nonsense had to do with them?So they kept their distance.... that is, until the worlds nearly fell apart. Usually, that was just another Tuesday in their new reality. But within all the turmoil, they dreamed of another self. One who was a teacher, a mentor, someone who was chosen by their peers to disciple.Who was this? Certainly not them. It couldn't be, right? After all, they weren't... they aren't...The dreams came and went. The world was reborn anew when it was meant to shatter beneath the weight of the truth.And Dalisay...... gained the very magic that a version of themself, out there, somewhere, taught to others.  FLAWS / WEAKNESSES.    Dalisay lacks ambition— not because that it's simply a trait that they lack, but they simply cannot muster up the will to take those first steps. They're comfortable with complying to the whims of what they must do, and ignore any sprouts of ambition for the comfort of what they have. ( Then they got a glimpse of what they could have been. What had been a passing thought became a craving. But was it too late? )

  EXTRAORDINARY CAPABILITIES.    n / a  SKILLS AND ABILITIES.    n / a  INNATE TRAITS.    As a Nephesian, Dalisay is capable of wielding Forged Splendor, a gift from Nefe Cosmia itself to its people.FORGED SPLENDOR allows its users to create one of two things with light: constructs, creations of light, and mirrors, reflections of the user's self given shape and being. Working together, these things can wield the four base Nephesian elements: wind, ice, electricity, and earth.( More specifics can be found in the Forged Splendor section... which I did write...! )  INVENTORY.    Their scepter. It can be summoned at will, and is made of the wood of a Pongame oiltree, still with some flowers blooming on its branches. As of the moment, its branches only hold one crystal.

  ARRIVAL REACTION.    Truthfully, less surprised by the actual situation and more that they've found themself here. This was the sort of thing that was supposed to happen to other people of other worlds, not... them. Right?! Others went to their world, and not the other way around.... right?!Yeah, they honestly take much longer to compose themself than they'd like, honestly. It's really kind of embarassing. But... it is what it is, huh?

  RESENTMENT.  

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  PERSONALITY.   She is resentment incarnate.She wasn't always. But she has been, for years and years and years— she’s lost count at this point, after many centuries. Not that it matters. Because of that, much of the old person she once was has disappeared and faded away with time, and as a Witch, all that’s left of her personhood is its burning hatred and anger.She is furious that the one she once considered her one and only friend left her to exist like this— and had the audacity to act like it was the best for them both, to be immortal and bound to the world forever. She is broken by the betrayal— that to this day, years and years and years later, Death refuses to free her from the mortal realm and just let her go.She hates her. She loves her. It’s a miserable concoction, on the verge of exploding, but with nowhere to go. Instead it simmers, building up in her heart as she collects her energy, bides her time… waiting. And waiting. And waiting.One day she’ll reach the heavens, and drag down death herself. One day she’ll bring her to the edge of death, and only then, she dreams, will they both finally fall.  HISTORY.   Once upon a time, a very long time ago, Resentment was human.… she remembers little of this, truthfully. What she does is fleeting. She remembers she was a simple human girl, with a foot in the supernatural. She could see things others could not— spirits, she’d called them, shaped by the whims of her fellow villagers. The little orange bundle of joy on her brother’s head. The blue fog of weariness like a cloak around her mother’s shoulders. And…The other girl. She met her when she was twenty-one, standing over the body of her father, his green, broken soul in her hands. they’d met eyes. The other girl had smiled, waved—and disappeared.And disappeared. And disappeared. The girl haunted death, collecting souls. She haunted the girl, trailing behind, always only two steps behind. And just like that they became a sort of friends, in that way, and the girl began showing up even when there were no death to haunt. No souls to take.Will you take mine? she’d ask. No, Death said. It’s not your time.And like that… Death became her only friend. There was no one else to speak of spirits with, to muse over the dead with, to take long walks with in the forest even long after the sun came down.Death eventually never left her side. There were fleeting moments, here and there— ( A soul to take, across the ocean. Sorry, it was sudden. ) — but they were inseparable. It made it all bearable. Almost. Still, she asked—Is it time?Not yet, Death would always say, and that was that.It wasn’t long before it caught up to her. It’s funny— she doesn’t remember much about how she died. But people never trusted those with a foot in the supernatural, especially when she never bothered to hide, so she remembers, laying there, gasping up at the sky, blood pooling beneath her. She remembers death standing above her, blocking out the sun.Is it time? she gasped, choking on her own blood.It is.Take it, then. Let me be.Let me go.Death stared at her. She stayed like that, for a very long time.Then she disappeared.And she never came back.  FLAWS / WEAKNESSES.    It’s in the name. hatred is her whole being.

  EXTRAORDINARY CAPABILITIES.   AGONY’S BLADE. Every witch has a unique ability to them, tied to their Well of Agony, from which they can use as a power source for their ability— something like a battery, though theoretically there is no upper limit, and could be an endless sponge if they had the means. As the first and oldest witch, Resentment has cannibalized several different witches and reapers throughout her time, and so has several abilities—FIRST AGONY’S BLADE; the ability to create spirits. Resentment can draw from her Well to shape it into spirits of all kinds, all beneath her control. She can put them together, pull them apart, or simply let them return to her Well.
SECOND AGONY’S BLADE; copycat. Resentment can shapeshift into other people.
THIRD AGONY’S BLADE; she can alter the temperature of anything she comes into contact with.
FOURTH AGONY’S BLADE; telekinesis. It’s what it says on the tin.CANNIBALISM. Witches can cannibalize other witches or grim reapers, gaining their contracts as well as respective Wells and any abilities tied to them. However, as a result, they gain everything relating to these witches / grim reapers— memories, emotions, even aspects of their personality, and this is reflected in their body as well.CONTRACT WRITING. Witches and reapers are capable of writing contracts with others— with this, power can be exchanged, and when used between a human and a witch, in its basic form, witches can draw power from all of a human’s emotions, and not just the witch’s personal agony. However, this also opens the witch to all of the human’s emotions, and will be reflected upon the witch as if they were their own; the strength of the emotions are directly correlated with just how much of their own Well a human has negotiated with the witch. The only exception to this is if a human sells their soul to the witch, from which the witch is completely free of consequence and free to use the human soul as they wish.  SKILLS AND ABILITIES.    n / a  INNATE TRAITS.   WITCH PHYSIOLOGY. Witches are simply “rotten” human souls— if a grim reaper does not sever the threads tying a human soul to the human realm to allow them to pass onto the next, their souls rot and then become witches. Unlike grim reapers, who exist both on the human and spiritual planes, witches occupy the space between, walking the line between both; as a result, they can only be killed by grim reapers.WELL OF AGONY. As a result of their strange status, witches wield incredible spiritual power. Each embody the last, strongest feeling their soul “rotted” with, known as an “agony”— in Resentment’s case, it’s, well, resentment. This means that Resentment passively soaks up feelings of resentment from the people around her, creating a “Well” of spiritual power she can draw from and use; additionally, this also allows her to control and manipulate any wayward, wild spirits made of her respective agony.  INVENTORY.    n / a

  ARRIVAL REACTION.   Displeased. Very. She knows better than to lash out at the very kind welcome committee, but she's clearly only half listening as she tests to check if most of her powers are intact— shapeshifting, letting spiritual power weave between her hands… the like. Sorry she's rude.

  NEO AGENT THREE.  

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  PERSONALITY.    Hana's the kind to delight in the world, very much the kind to live in the moment. Decently aware of but not all that personally involved nor very familiar with dj octavio and the octo valley, Hana's pretty carefree; she values her freedom, and enjoys her solitude — or, well, mostly solitude, with the exception of little buddy, letting her feet take her wherever they wish as she wanders the splatlands in search of treasures and scraps to sell for a living. She’s naturally curious, but in the way she likes to take her time exploring and taking in the world, not really the kind to be in any particular hurry as she allows herself to simply stumble across random finds and treasures in the splatlandian deserts.However, this doesn’t mean she’s carefree when it comes to all aspects of her life, as she’s actually got quite the competitive streak, too, enjoying turf war and anarchy battles pretty much every day. She's obsessed with the thrill of splatting others and battling to dominate in turf wars... maybe even too much. It’s to the point where she can be a little too excited, but she’s pretty aware of it and tries to reel herself back whenever she realizes she’s getting a little too mad about the fact that the other team’s gained the advantage in rainmaker with less than ten second on the clock, even though her teammates were well within eye range of the rainmaker and were fully capable of stealing it back, or when the other team wins by less than 0.05% in turf wars… well, it happens.  HISTORY.    As an Octoling hailing from the splatlands, Hana's lived all her life wandering the deserts and tousling in healthy turf war competitions, once in a while gaining a little extra money picking up shifts at Grizzco. This is how she came to know little buddy, the smallfry salmonid she adopted; having accidentally taken home a golden egg, in spite of the potential consequences, she refused to report the stray egg in her embarrassment and simply… kept it, and soon after it hatched into a smallfry, who latched onto her and is now her not-quite-adoptive-kid-but-yeah-kinda.So for a while she simply… wanders. Competes in turf wars and anarchy battles. Until one day when treasure hunting she stumbles across an old squid who goes by Captain Cuttlefish, who wastes no time recruiting her to help find the zapfish ( again, again ) and dubbing her agent three… the second. Or new. She prefers Neo as her agent name. in any case, with the help of little buddy’s ridiculous appetite, they clear the crater of the mysterious fuzz before battling DJ Octavio himself ( ?! quite startling for the young octoling, who knows of the octarian but never lived beneath his rule ), and falling into a mysterious world: Alterna.Exploring its ruins as she searches for captain cuttlefish with the help of agents one, two, and captain three themself, neo learns of and explores the last stronghold of humanity in their attempt to survive its inevitable extinction, battling fellow and rival treasure hunters, the members of Deep Cut, building a giant razor to free the rocket at the middle of the stronghold.It’s there she and the others finally find cuttlefish, dried out by the ceo of grizzco himself: Mr Grizz, one of the last remnants of the age of mammalians, who plans to cover the planet in fuzz to bring back the old world of furry, warm blooded mammals. However, with the help of the Squid Sisters, Deep Cut, Captain Three, and Octavio himself himself, she launches into space after him, and with the help of little buddy, transformed into its ultimate form with the will of all aquatic life, Hana defeats Grizz and saves the planet. Woohoo!... and that was two years ago. Since then she's mostly fucked around, participated in Grandfest, and she's still pretty pissed Deep Cut lost...  FLAWS / WEAKNESSES.    She’s a little overzealous and reckless, jumping into situations without a second thought.

  EXTRAORDINARY CAPABILITIES.    n / a  SKILLS AND ABILITIES.   COMBAT ABILITY. Hana's pretty good at fighting. She's an S rank, after all! Soon she'll be in that coveted S+... just you wait...  INNATE TRAITS.   OCTOLING PHYSIOLOGY. Hana is an octarian— more specifically, an octoling. Octolings, much like Inklings, are capable of shapeshifting between their humanoid / kid form and their inkfish form; the latter allows them to swim through grates and ink of their current color, as well as refil their ink tanks. regardless of their forms, they cannot be submerged in water; otherwise, they will dissolve. It’s okay, though, they just respawn.  INVENTORY.   HERO SHOT. classic shooter. literally just the splattershot, with the same kit of suction bomb as its sub weapon ( as well as the other bombs with the hero gear ) and trizooka as its special. decent enough weapon, and it gets the job done, but definitely not neo’s favorite.TRI-STRINGER. neo’s main weapon. a stringer class weapon, with toxic mist as its sub weapon and killer wail 5.1 as its special. not a super great painter, but neo’s a particular fan of the delayed exploding projectiles. she’s got pretty decent aiming, and has a few trick shots over ledges and stuff.SPLATANA STAMPER. neo’s second favorite weapon. a splatana class weapon, with burst bomb as its sub weapon and zipcaster. loves spamming the charged horizontal slash and poking at enemies with bombs, and becomes surprisingly aggressive with this weapon, especially with zipcaster.CARBON ROLLER DECO. neo’s weapon when she’s feeling a little quirky. a roller type weapon, it’s a deco branded variant of the carbon roller, with burst bomb as its sub weapon and trizooka as its special. when she’s in the mood to swing a roller at people it’s what she uses, used to the burst bombs and enjoying it for being lightweight and easy movement.

  ARRIVAL REACTION.   Pretty startled! Truthfully, most of her shock comes from the fact that so many people are... humanoid. They're kinda uncanny valley and it's creeping her out. Also, didn't humans die out forever ago? But that's not the sort of shit you just say to strangers. So she'll be nice about it. Promise.

  suguru getou.  

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  PERSONALITY.    once upon a time, suguru geto wanted to be a hero.to suguru, sorcerers are heroes. sorcerers can be heroes, because they are something more, blessed and born for glory. or at least— that’s what he’d told himself, once upon a time, when he wanted to be a hero, naïve and obsessed with his own power. when he’d had no choice but to be one, seeing the creatures and beasts and evil things that slinked between the black spaces between houses, who devoured human fears and human anger and human people.once upon a time, suguru wanted to hide. to duck behind his mother’s long skirt, to bury his face in his father’s broad chest, so he would not have to make eye contact with the monsters only he could see.but suguru was special. he could see these swirling masses of evil. he could control his own. and he had been born on setsubun— the day just before the start of spring. the very last day of winter. it is the dawn of the new year, the new decade, as the former drew to a close. it is a day of beginnings and ends, the day to ward off spirits, and so—suguru did not do that.suguru devoured them instead.he swallowed them whole, felt them crawl down his esophagus, swirl in the bottomless pit of his gut where they became part of him.wait, no. no— not part of him. never part of him. suguru geto was not a curse. curses were not suguru geto.they were beneath him. he was their master. he controlled them. like a beast tamer and his beasts, a puppetmaster and their puppets.control.it’s what he yearned for, both in himself and the world around him. because it is a meaningless world in a meaningless existence, own anxiety and feelings flaring hot like a raging bonfire in the pits of the maw that is his chest as he tries to make sense of it all but coming up with nothing, like sand through fingers— but admitting that is admitting defeat, and he has the power of control in his fingertips and if he can control the beasts that kill then, surely, he can control everything else.meaning will be found. meaning will be made.so he tried to wrangle control in the little things. telling his classmates out to live their lives, the right and proper way to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to be polite to elders, to speak not so crassly and impulsively.( and then she dies. and then he almost dies. and then he dies. bodies pile up, a mountain of corpses, its peak stretching up higher and higher, so heavy that their own weight crushes it together into a disgusting, faceless mass of flesh. )he tried to control the bigger things, too. took upon himself the great and holy struggle of wiping out the disgusting, faceless, nobody masses that is the source of the suffering for the only people he’s cared about, because there is only so much room in his heart while the rest of it has charred to black in his rage.but it was alright. he was not human, after all. he was something more, blessed and born for glory. that was the truth he choose for himself— the truth he will hold fast to until the very, bitter end. knuckles white. fingers stuff.… it devoured him instead.  HISTORY.    despite his incredibly strong cursed technique, suguru geto was born to normal humans and once grew up a perfectly normal human life; however, his strength and talent did not go unnoticed, and he was scouted by jujutsu high and joined their ranks as a student in his first year of high school.his lack of experience compared to his peers did not hold him back; instead he quickly and easily climbed to one of only three special grade sorcerers, another being his classmate and dear friend, satoru gojou. despite their strength and responsibilites, the two of them, alongside the only other student in their class, shoko ieri, lived surprisingly ordinary high school lives.that is, until, a very specific mission. despite all their efforts, riko amamai, the star plasma vessel they were meant to protect, dies at the hands of toji fushiguro. this, compounded with his inner turmoil, comes to a head when suguru stumbles across two sorcerer girls in a cage in a far away village. something in him breaks. he kills the villagers. then, both his parents. that's the only way to secure his beliefs. to seal his own fate. not even a confrontation by his best friend can change his mind.years pass. two, then five, a whole decade. it's not quite enough, and so he places his bet on one last, final gamble– to take the queen of curses herself, rika, from yuuta okkotsu. he casts the die. he stakes his bets. ... and he loses. he underestimates the strength of this fledgling special grade.at least he can die by satoru's hands.  FLAWS / WEAKNESSES.    where do i even start? he is arrogant and stubborn. if anyone could embody the sunk cost fallacy, it would be him, trying for a whole ten years to obtain a goal he knew he could never obtain while telling himself every night that he hated humanity.

  EXTRAORDINARY CAPABILITIES.   overall strength. before his death, suguru is one of only four special grade sorcerers— a rank for sorcerers who are considered “anomalies’’, too strong for grade one ( the usual rank for the highest regarded and strongest sorcerers ), and are capable of exercising special grade cursed spirits; suguru himself possessed at least one in his arsenal before his death, along with several thousand more in general.  SKILLS AND ABILITIES.   martial arts prowess. despite his technique curses misleading some to think he fights like a shikigami user— using them to fight in his stead— suguru is actually incredibly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, as it is a specialty of his. he is capable of defeating opponents purely with his martial arts skills without utilizing his cursed technique at all, and with the use of playful cloud— a weapon that relies on the strength of its user— he is able to easily both block and attack a special grade sorcerer and a special grade curse in battle.  INNATE TRAITS.   cursed manipulation technique. as it says on the tin, this technique allows suguru to control curses. unlike cursed technique created entities like shikigami, these curses are not of suguru’s creation, but instead are stray, naturally created curses he captures, and with it he can essentially amass an army of them that he can summon and control at will. there is no limit or additional conditions to this technique; so long as suguru can defeat a curse, condenses it into a small, round form, and consumes it— the method with which he obtains curses and adds to his pool— he can gather as many curses as he wishes. additionally, if he consumes a particularly strong curse, using his technique’s ultimate form, uzumaki, he is able to utilize that curse’s technique as if it were his own.inherent cursed energy. because of his technique, suguru’s cursed energy signatures are much different than that of a standard sorcerer’s, due to the multitude of different curses swirling within his core. it also allows him to have an innate understanding of cursed energy as well, able to sense and understand the flow of it, even within others.  INVENTORY.   playful cloud. a special grade cursed tool shaped like a three sectioned staff. it relies on the strength of its user, amplifying it with its own cursed energy, allowing even those with little or even no cursed energy to utilize it.inventory curse. a curse obtained from toji fushiguro after his defeat and death. it can store items within itself, from a whole stash of weapons to a whole human corpse, all of which can be put into and taken out of its mouth. it can also shrink itself in its own body, though suguru only needs to dismiss it and summon it at will with his technique.

  ARRIVAL REACTION.    miserable. he'd just died, feeling relief for the first time in a decade, ready for the empty black nothingness of death... and here he was. somewhere else. it wasn't going to end. he looks like he's about to pass out, honestly. he barely listens to their welcome and honestly just heads right to his apartment and sleeps. goodnight.