[googlefont=Yuji Boku]Kitakami Demon Clan

To some, mythical monsters. To others, glorified goons.

The Kitakami Demon Clan is, as the name suggests, a clan of "demons" who have lived within Kitakami for more than five hundred years. Within, they think themselves revolutionaries, bearers of demonic blood and name alike, who have freed themselves from the yoke of a corrupt civilisation. Without, they are thought to be brutish bandits and lowly criminals, savage pests who give the villagers and common folk yet another reason to avoid the treacherous Oni Mountain. The truth of the matter? Well, it likely lands somewhere in the middle. Or perhaps it lands so far off the mark that neither side is truly correct? As the mists clear and legends become reality, only then will the answer become clear...

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Residing within the rugged wilds of Oni Mountain, the Kitakami Demon Clan is a group of many families bound together by a common distaste for society. Be they rebels, outcasts, criminals, or simply unable to live within the confines of law and convention, they were incompatible with the rapidly approaching future. Some were banished, while others left of their own free will, but in the end, they all forsook their humanity. If this was the way that the world was going, where the strongest grew more powerful while the weakest were left to languish, then they would rather be demons than men.

Surely, surely there had to be more? Surely, beyond this miserable village, there had to better and greater things? A world beyond Kitakami that made their struggles worth fighting for?

Several centuries on, many of the details of their codes and creeds have changed with passing generations, but the overarching shape of their beliefs remained the same, save for their optimistic belief of a better world beyond the horizon. With time, that high-minded ideal began to find in the face of sheer pragmatism. The revolutionaries became few, and the bandits many. The dream of the uncertain faraway was crushed under the heel of certain and comfortable survival. Even now, the Kitakami Demon Clan isolate themselves within their untamed homeland, hidden away from the rest of the world. It is not a glamorous life, but in their eyes, it is a good one.

So then, one may ponder - How might these isolated backwater savages from Kitakami end up on Hoenn - a faction-based Pokemon roleplay?:
ADVENTURE: While most of the clan are content to remain where they are, some still remember that dream of what lay beyond Kitakami. It might be prompted by strange trainers venturing into Oni Mountain, or by clan members breaking taboo to visit the villages. Some might meditate on their choice to leave for years, while others might make a split-second decision to see the world beyond. Either way, they inevitably find their way onto a train or boat or plane or bus that brings them somewhere else. Much like, for instance, Suzuka-Dōji herself.
BONDS: Whether it's family seeking to retrieve one of their own wanderers, or vengeful warriors seeking to repay travellers, it's not uncommon for one departure to lead to another. Some do eventually return, while others also decide to remain, but in the end, they're in Hoenn all the same. An easy hook for your character would be for them to be related to Suzuka-Dōji, and coming to Hoenn to follow her.
EXILED: Not all that are born into this life want it. Just as their ancestors could not bear to live in civilisation, they could not bear to live outside it. These are the ones who forsake the clan and rejoin society, often discarding their Dōji name in favour of a normal one. Some leave on good terms, some leave on bad, but no matter the situation, clan members and the "exiled" always carry a tension with them.

Common traits of the Kitakami Demon Clan, especially those of the former two types, include Japanese names with the -Dōji suffix, a blunt and uncomplicated demeanour, a general lack of understanding of modern technology and society, and non-human traits such as horns (typically fake). The latter can be more complicated and diverse, but hey, can't we all?

If you would like to join, or have more questions, don't hesitate to contact Raptor on the Discord!

"Huh?"

Suzuka blinked. Then, she blinked again. Then again, then again. Then, she pinched herself on the arm as hard as she could. Then, as her last resort, she slapped her own face as hard as she could. Yet, no matter what she did, she didn't wake up. Where was she? Last she remembered, she had been fiddling with one of those fancy-looking "Personal Computers" they had at those big red buildings, and then all of a sudden, she'd ended up here. What? How? Why?

...Guh, this was confusing! Why couldn't things just be easy? She could feel a headache coming on, which was assuredly only aggravated by smacking her own head. Why couldn't humans just be simple with things?! If their Personal Computers were teleportation gizmos that teleported you to the party zone, then they should've just said so!

Well, that said, Suzuka was never one to turn down a party, especially when she wasn't paying for it. So, time to rock out!

[No... Yes? Yes, I'd like to party... Wait, NO! NO, I wouldn't like to leave!]

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[googlefont=Yuji Boku]支配; Conquest

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After a terribly long moment had passed, she raised her head, dried the tears from her eyes, and returned the way she had came. Out of the isolated tomb, through the yawning caverns, past her piles of spoils, and out the mouth of her den. Then, she moved further, down the winding path of Oni Mountain and down to the roughlands below.

How long had it been, since she had been this far? She couldn't say. The last time she had been this far from "home" had been decades ago, maybe even centuries. In all that time, the obedient humans continued to lavish her with food and drink, and she saw little need to venture beyond her cave. But now, something was different, something that she couldn't rightly describe. It was as though she was being driven forced by an invisible force, urged to keep on walking as though it was the most important thing in the world.

Faster, faster, and faster. The mountain became a blur of beige and grey. Then, the forest, a blur of greens and browns. Then, the village, a blur of a dozen colours in one. All the while, she just kept moving, an unstoppable force marching along a path known only to them. In this state, possessed by heavens-knew-what, she doubted that even an immovable object could slow her down.

She didn't know what pushed her forward, what demanded her to go forth and conquer the distant horizon. Yet, she did so anyway. After all, it didn't sound like so bad a dream, did it?

[googlefont=Yuji Boku]族; Family

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In this quiet moment of reflection, she stops to think of her children.

Not her "human" children, no. She can no longer remember their faces, let alone their names. She means her divine children, her sons and daughters born in the purity of destruction. Born to myriad forgotten fathers and nameless mothers, nurtured not in the swaddling cloth of their frail humanity, but raised up by the blood of their indomitable demonic lineage. She recalls them all with such crystal clarity that so often evades her these days: From the jagged edges of their fangs to the twisting points of their horns, the glow of their eyes and the hiss of their blood, the disaster that followed them into this world. Yes, she remembers it all so well...

She hasn't seen them all in a long time. They've all left her behind, leaving Oni Mountain to make their own way within the great wide world beyond. They all step out of her comfy little cave, and they never come back. She's all alone her in this lonely little land. Her only company are the villagers beneath her, the sun and moon above her, and the corpses in her wake.

It's unfortunate. But she supposes that's the fate of every mother bird, isn't it? The hatchlings will always fly the coop when they grow old enough to fly. No amount of power could ever change that.

[googlefont=Yuji Boku]永; Love

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Love. A strange word, isn't it? Always said the same way, and yet, it can mean so many things. She muses on the matter as she idly picks up a statuette carved in her own image. Agape, Storge, Phillia, Eros. Worship, motherhood, friendship, and romance. They all feel so different than they did before, don't they? As they were then, and as they are now. She doesn't even know if the two are the same.

But she remembers one thing.

Claws delicately pour strong sake into a ceramic cup until it overflows. Then, she retreats into the cave, past the slumbering Geodude and lurking Zubat. To the end of the natural cave and past it, into the tunnel she carved herself with her own hands. Through the inky dark, and into the deepest chamber, known only to her.

It is a quaint tomb. Not extravagant, but not spartan, either. A solemn place with a solemn purpose. Upon a slab of stone rests a skeleton, older than even her divinity. The man that she used to love. She places the cup next to a hand that hasn't moved for more than a hundred years, and forces her eyes shut. Drops of water fall from the ceiling and splash upon her face.

No matter how much it hurts her, she cannot defeat her human heart.

[googlefont=Yuji Boku]力; Power

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She heard the sound of bells and chimes in the distance. Then the low beat of drums, beaten in a chaotic and irregular rhythm. Then the pitter patter of hundreds of steps, all walking along in a joyless procession. Then the whine of many wheels, working in tandem to carry a heavy payload. Then the whisper, prayers and curses in equal measure.

Then, silence. All sounds are hushed. The smell of freshly cooked meat trickles through the maw of her cave. She can see a dozen silhouettes on the wall, cast in shadow by the light of the sun. Her stomach grumbles. Her mouth salivates. Still, she waits. The Strongest Being Under Heaven is not to be seen by the eyes of mere mortals, and the ogress is not to present herself to eyes that do not seek her. Such was the treaty she signed with the villagers many years ago, when she was younger and foolish and far more mortal. Despite the protests of her hunger, she forces herself to wait.

A briefest of ceremonies is held. She hears words spoken in a tongue she no longer remembers. Then, with utmost haste, she hears the crowd leaving the mountain as though their lives depended on it.

She waited a moment longer, just to be sure nobody was lingering, before she stepped out of the mouth of her cave and beheld her offerings: A forest of meat and a river of booze, populated by many trinkets and curios carved in her vainglorious image. Her mouth smiles wider than any mouth should. The Offering to the Ogre is especially abundant this week. It might even last until the sunset.

Truly, strength has no greater reward than "love".

[googlefont=Yuji Boku]半神; Avatarship

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She dreamt that she was a demon.

She was an explosive eruption. She was a raging typhoon. She was a surging tsunami. She was an unrelenting storm. She was a rumbling storm. She was a crushing earthquake. She was a howling blizzard. She was a burning wildfire. She was the destruction of the natural world in all forms, wreaking havoc wherever she went. She was the concept of disaster made manifest in its purest, truest form.

Her body was high as the tallest mountain, and broad as the widest sea. Her flesh was blacker than deepest night, and her eyes shone with the brilliance of the radiant sun. Hooklike claws idly picked at her teeth, tearing chunks of meat from between jagged fangs. Crimson cascaded from the points of her horns, raining down upon her body in a grotesque downpour. The deluge of red stained the verdant hues of her cloak, leaves and vines being bathed in sanguine, as though the summer leaves were turning into autumn. She doesn't seem to mind, though. Or maybe she just doesn't care? A MONSTER need not bow their head to the laws of the tamed world, to the ideas of order, civility, and cleanliness. No, she is far stronger than any law they could try and fail to hoist upon her.

Her, the goddess of Oni Mountain, granted the boon of unmatched strength by the masked nightmare. The Ogre Queen, some spoke with disgust. Calamity Incarnate, others spoke with fear. But no matter who spoke it, they spoke it with a certain reverence.

After all, that was what a God deserved.