Momofuku (桃福) Chikata (力汰)

Perks

Origin: Rebellious
Base: Street-Smart, Suburban Daredevil, Stubborn, Sukeban, Power Of Love, Rage, 5KYOCH, Athleticism (Strength)
Awakened: Telefrag
Custom: Oni, Urban Legend, Tsundere
3-Combo: Super High School Level Vigilante

Oni (5KYOCH + Rage):

Your rage is a tangible force, a furnace in your gut that you can stoke with ancient breathing techniques and pressure point strikes on your own body. By progressively unlocking your limiters, you become closer to demon than human. Your blood burns hotter, your muscles swell with supernatural strength, and your pain is surpassed by the spite pushing you past your limits. The techniques are self-destructive, leaving you broken and feverish, but in that moment of rage, you are unstoppable.

Urban Legend (Street-Smart+Sukeban)

You know how to walk the walk and talk the talk, having earned fear and respect from the streets in equal measure. Leading hardened gangsters and delinquents comes naturally to you, and so does protecting your turf. During brawls, you're a hurricane of violence, delivering cheap shots and critical hits with whatever's lying around, be it broken baseball bats, trash cans, broken bottles, or even redirecting your enemies' blows into each other. Your presence alone motivates your crew to work harder to prove they deserve to stand beside you.

Tsundere (Rage+Power Of Love)

Your heart is a battlefield between conflicting emotions, and you draw strength from both sides. The burning passion you feel for someone is only matched by a fierce frustration, and while the object of your affections is near, you are flooded with skill, strength, and intellect far beyond your normal capabilities, performing at your absolute best when trying to prove them wrong, show them up, protect them from a threat, or ward off any rivals, all while vehemently denying any positive feelings.

Items

Reinforced Tool (Bokken): Tsuzumi (鼓) Masamune (正宗)
Blessed Bokken: Kagutsuchi (カグツチ) Masamune (正宗)
Hideout

Life Events

Gang Meetup, Band Of Friends, Mysterious Murders of XXXX

Missions

Serial Killer, Death Mark, Hollow Ataraxia

Drawbacks

Poverty, Under An Evil Star

Idolon

Name: [Simply Red]
Origin: Yourself
Type: Avatar

Normal Skills

Rule Of Cool, Artistic Anatomy License, Heavy Eater, Absolute Resonance, Freakish II, Cogito Ergo Sum I, Active Idolon, Beast I

Assault Abilities

Wuxing III, Arsenal III, Truthful Will III

Assault Skills

Monkey Wit
Parry
Telefrag

[Simply Red] is a manifestation of Momo's true self, showing all the joy and positivity hidden beneath the sukeban's mean mugging even as it brandishes its kanabo to crush enemies into paste. While it can converse like a normal human, it prefers not to, communicating with mime-like gestures to allies, or speaking with its fists and weapon to an enemy.

Wuxing

[Simply Red] commands the wind as an extension of its will. It flies around the battlefield like a cartoonish tasmanian devil, calling tailwinds to dodge oncoming blows and enhance its own strikes, whirlwinds to trap enemies and drag them away from allies, and when all else fails, tornadoes that tear enemies apart with razor winds.
[First Wind]: The North wind. Possesses the esoteric property of infecting the enemy with erosion, gradually their destroying physical and mystical defenses as tiny razor gusts burst from their bodies.
[Second Wind]: The West Wind. Can only appear when [Idolon] or user are at the end of their lives, healing their wounds and allowing them to stand up for one final round. Its effects can be spread amongst allies, but if the user falls, the wind quiets down. It will also quiet down once [Idea World] interference ends, bringing back all wounds and exhaustion as the [Bleeding Zone] or [Flooding Zone] disappears. In game terms, temporary HP.

Arsenal

[Simply Red] wields its kanabo with crashing, heavy swings, forgoing traditional feints to pour its full force into a storm of strikes that make it seem like the Idolon has multiple limbs. Furthermore, each blow of the kanabo is followed by a thunderous sound, like the crash of a taiko drum in an empty hall.These bone-rattling vibrations pass through armor, causing internal trauma and potentially deafening enemies.

Bio

Momofuku was born and raised in the forbidden Fujiwara Ward, a place long written off by outsiders as a no-go zone. Once a vibrant historical district, now crumbled into obscurity after decades of neglect, becoming a haven for delinquents, drifters, and outcasts.

Momo, as her grandma affectionately called her, always stood out in a bad way growing up. She wasn't loud, didn't cause scenes, and didn't pick fights, but her face told a different story. Her resting expression was a perpetual scowl: eyes sharp, lips tense, as if constantly judging the world with contempt. And in a neighborhood populated by delinquents, that look was an invitation.

She didn't want to fight at first, but when her looks got her cornered behind convenience stores and jumped on her way home from school, she learned how to hit back. Hard. Then, she began to win, again, again, and again. By the time she was 14, the kids in her block quit causing problems with her, and started asking her to solve their problems. Whether it was settling turf wars between rival cliques or chasing off creeps harassing girls on the old train platforms, she became someone to count on.

Now, starting her first year of high-school, with a quiet stare that can freeze grown men in place and clad in the uniform of an old-school sukeban, she has become Momofuu-ki, Kageoka's very own Wind Demon and leader of the Fujiwara Senki. While other teens worry about grades and club activities, she and her gang patrol the streets, breaking riots, fighting off yakuza, returning stolen purses to grandmas, and rescuing kittens from trees. At school, bullies find themselves bruised and battered after threatening weaker students, only to later join the gang as reformed vigilantes.

Violence became the bridge to things she never had before: Friendship, Respect. Purpose. Every fight is a conversation. To show someone the error of their ways. To learn more about them. To learn more about herself. And that's how she grows her gang's numbers, challenging those she finds interesting, offering a place in her gang if she wins, and a favor from her if she loses.

Beneath her hard-boiled exterior lies a tomboyish girl, who spends her evenings glued to late-night crime dramas and treats every P.E. class like it's the nationals. Deep down, she too harbors the innocent desires of a high-school girl, such as finding a cute date. But between a lack of money for said date, a reputation for being violent, and a perpetual scowl that has evolved into a fully-fledged malevolent aura, she knows it won't happen for a long while...

Under An Evil Star

SHE was born alone, not from a battle or a curse, but a faint gust of the north wind.

SHE was an [Oni], a creature of immense power and subtle cleverness, but there was no one to mirror her existence. The [Kami] of the stream did not acknowledge her. The spirits of the trees shied away. SHE was, from her first moment, the "other."

For a time, SHE watched the humans arrive. First, a few huts, then a village, then a town. SHE saw them laugh, build, sing, and share. SHE saw their communities form, their bonds strengthen. A deep, gnawing hunger awoke in her, and SHE approached their settlement.

The response was screams. They saw her horns, her sharp teeth, the inherent violence in her powerful form, and they recoiled in terror. They threw stones and lit fires to drive her back into the dark.

The first time a hunting party, fearing her, attacked her in her own forest, something in her awakened. The feeling of a man's spear breaking against her skin, the hot, metallic taste of his blood in her mouth, the sound of his companions' terror, it was much better than any scrap of food SHE could ever scrounge. In that moment, SHE understood. They would never give her what SHE wanted. So, SHE would take everything they had.

SHE became the sole tyrant of her forest. SHE barred the humans from its game, its timber, its water. What SHE could not use to build, no one could. SHE would challenge other [Yokai] for her territory, wrestle wild animals, and descend upon primitive human settlements to test her might against their warriors, crushing them utterly and devouring their flesh.

SHE began raiding their stores, not for sustenance, but the sheer act of taking. Their grain, their artifacts, their sense of security, it all became hers by right of conquest.

SHE became [Violence] itself. Not an act, but a state of being. SHE was the storm that destroys the village. SHE was the earthquake that swallows the road. SHE was unreasoning, unstoppable, and utterly committed to her role.

SHE WAS [SHINGEN ARAMASA]

SHE could not be killed, for SHE was now an concept given form. In the end, the most powerful monks of her era and a certain mountain [Kami] combined their strength not to destroy her, but to seal her.

Over the centuries, the forest was cut down, and Fujiwara Ward was built over her prison. The decay, the violence, and the raw human emotion of the modern-day, especially what emanated from one Momofuku Chikata, have acted like water on a dry seed, slowly weakening the seal and drawing her attention.

Where Momo uses her strength, SHE is strength. SHE sees the girl's fighting spirit not as her greatest tool, but a smothered ember, a flicker of the raw, untamed [Oni] she could become.

Sevenfold Path Of Demonic Mutation

1. [Violence]: Not to defend another, but to feel the cathartic release of breaking your opponent. It’s the punch that continues after the battle is over, drawing blood from the unconscious, then death. In that moment, the world narrows to the beautiful, brutal simplicity of cause and effect. The [Oni]'s roar of approval sings in her veins, and for a terrifying second, it seems similar words will burst from her throat.
2. [Intoxication]: The noise of conscience, the weight of responsibility, the realities of the human world, all of it fades into a haze. In that void, the [Oni]'s philosophy becomes simple, obvious truth. Her perpetual scowl relaxes into a lazy, sharp-toothed grin. The world becomes simpler, and her strength becomes more evident.
3. [Abduction]: The ultimate assertion of power over another's autonomy. It doesn't have to be for ransom or malice; it could be "for their own good," locking a friend in a room to "keep them safe" from a bad decision. There, she transitions from protector to owner. The [Oni]'s spirit coils around her, savoring absolute control, the primal satisfaction of the strong dictating the fate of the weak.
4. [Cannibalism]: To consume the flesh of another is to declare that they are nothing more than meat, fuel for your existence, a temporary treat. If she were ever to take this step, the last shred of her human soul would snap, and the [Oni] within would burst forth, fully formed. Unfortunately, symbolic acts in the [Idea World] can also bring her closer to this. Humanoid creatures such as [Nightmares], [Yokai] that were once human, [Rogue Awakened] and their [Idolon]. Having [Simply Red] consume any of their materials will introduce a subconscious, persistent hunger for human flesh through their sympathetic bond.
5. [Theft]: Not out of need, but desire. It could be as small as swiping a rival's treasured memento as a battle trophy. With each successful theft, the concepts of law and ownership fracture into illusions for those who lack the power to seize what they want. She starts to see everything she couldn't afford as anything she could just... take.
6. [Invasion]: Breaking and Entering. The deliberate violation of a sanctuary. To cross a threshold uninvited is to spit on the concepts of safety, privacy, and peace. It is an assertion that no door can bar her, no boundary is safe from her. As she splinters the wood or picks the lock, she becomes closer to the [Oni], a creature of the wild that does not recognize human covenants.
7. [Isolation]: The deliberate severing of ties. Pushing friends away, dismissing their concerns, sitting alone on the catwalk while the gang laughs below. It's in this silence that the [Oni]'s is loudest. It tells her she is above them, that their problems are petty, that their companionship is a leash, and they are not worth her leadership.