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"There's not enough good chinese restaurants in Paragon City. It's odd considering all the cat girls running around." - Unnamed Tanker roleplaying.

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=O_O=

Best that he remain "unnamed". >_>





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Actually, I'm pretty sure that was my own Tanker. Pretty sure. My memory sucks, though.

((Blarg has an insane clown posse))

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There was a TV show in the USA a couple years ago about a fellow who got tomorrow's newspaper delivered today, and went around trying to change the future by preventing catastrophes.

I'd have paid more attention to the sports page myself.

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I used to watch that show whenever it was on.

The females look like they're wearing an apron.
Seriously.

"BEWARE, VILLAINS, FOR I AM...THE MASTER CHEF! I'm ready to serve up some PAIN!"

Virtue is indeed a server where the most RPing is. It's not overflowing, but it has the most.

My first suggestion would be to learn how to type and spell properly.
This is not a suggestion borne out of nastiness, it is a suggestion borne from a desire to keep you safe. Roleplayers do not hold those who cannot converse properly in high regards, so if you desire to make an impression, I suggest you work on your typing.

If English isn't your first language...well, tough.

I know Virtue is the unofficial RP server, but aren't there any other servers that are host to lots of RPers?
I have a dual-archetype char, so since I can't really represent that in-game all that well, I figgered I'm gonna need to make him twice--one of each archetype.

And, of course, I can't make two of the same guy on one server.

Interesting concept. I always was a fan of the orochi mythology, and it's a nice touch that his faction was the Snakes. It'd be even more interesting if he was connecting to the Snakes of the Rogue Isles.
Only one complaint, though.

Orochi is from japanese mythology--the Tsoo are Chinese. Specifically, they're Hmong.
This incessantly amuses me whenever they wear japanese Oni masks.

There are several points of mythology that plausibly states a person can come back to the dead under certain circumstances.

Draugr and kyonshi are my personal favorite, but among to two, draugr can be the most plausible for what you want, since the soul/personality sometimes continues to reside in the body after death.
According to the mythology of a draugr, if a warrior had treasure and/or wealth that was unfathomably important to them, death would not stop them--their soul's desire to be with it and keep it safe and protected would force the body to respond, despite the fact that it would normally be unable to do so. They would then rise from the grave with the sole purpose of protecting what was near and dear to them, guarding it for all eternity.
This wouldn't happen normally, though, so the treasure had to be of THE utmost importance to them, something they would be willing to lay down their lives for time and time and time again. That can be dramaticized pretty easily, seeing as how souls normally don't overcome death to return back.

((This is a concept I've had in mind for quite some time. I just wanna know what you guys think of it))

These islands are your home. Your residence, your place of keeping, your base, where you live, your current house of operations, where your settling in, however you want to say it. You exist on these islands. You may love it here. You may hate it here. You may have come by your own will. You may have been drug here kicking and screaming. You may be happy. You may just want to die.
But you're here. And you're safe here. At least, as safe as a person can be in the City of Villains. You're secure, protected by your own powers, shielded by your abilities. You can go on leave whenever you want, you can just kick back to your house and relax whenever you wanna call it a day.
Not me. I don't have that luxury. I don't live in these islands. Nor would I ever want to. I feel sorry for those who do. In any case. Why am I here?
Because it's a game. I'm playing a game. I'm playing it right now, as you read these words.
GoreRealm, they call it. It's a bloodsport. Bloodsport, in the dictionary, is defined as "A sport or game where the opponents are legally allowed to draw blood, severely injure or kill the opponent as the objective of the sport." In GoreRealm's case, it's all about killing. Killing as much as possible, in as many bloody, flashy ways you can think of.
The premise is simple: Take a crack team of heroes, serial killers, military vets, expert fighters, and whatever else. Give them as little equipment as possible. Put them into unfathomably dangerous situations. Let the blood fly, and let the ratings climb. This season puts us in the Rogue Isles.
It's somewhat amusing. Previously, people had video games, television, or books to amuse them. Now they've become disenchanted with that. So here I am, putting my life on the line for the sole purpose of making a random person whom I've never met giggle.
I'm the last one on my team, Venom Blade. Everyone else is dead. All the other teammates, gone, kaput, expired, eliminated, ex-living, whatever happy-dappy word you wanna use to describe it. I'm the only one left.
The game continues. I'm not gonna die. I'm gonna keep playing.
I'm gonna win this game. Even if everyone else has to die first.

Kairaishi nodded slowly, though his mask covered his wide grin. His puppet had not followed the teleportation, but even if he hadn't teleported, it would just have merely stood in the way of the rock and tanker, taking both of the hits. Kairaishi leaned back in the chair, legs crossed, hands wrapped behind his head. "Hey, no problem. All in a villain's day, eh?" In reality, he felt that he had the need to thank Archlich as well--but, hey, Archlich was offering his services for the future, so why ruin that? He might be able to take advantage of it if he ever was in a tight spot someday.
He simply stood up, walking over to the window of the dropship, peering down at the ground. He gave a smile of amusement as the puppet that did remain (in absolute shambles), was running blindly just underneath the ship, in circles. Since it was unable to fly, it was doing everything it could to remain with it's master. Unfortunately for it, it was going about the entire wrong way.
He mused on it's state quietly, thinking to himself. It's almost amusing when they're in the held-together-by-chewing-gum-and-a-prayer state. Of course, it means they'll pretty much fall apart within the next hit, but hey. I can always fortify it with extra prayer. He grinned. He nodded down at the puppet, and it stood still--then it followed the first one before it, shattering into a miniature pile of gears, levers, metal, painted porcelain, and cloth. It joined the rest of the ruined prison, and would stay there for all eternity.
Ruined.

But they had won. It was time to get villainous.

((Thank God. Not that I don't like you (you're a cool RPer), but I've already got my hands full with the shoved-into-overdrive Superhero 101 class. Trying to juggle this as well would be mental suicide. :P))

"Puppets ARE my work, boy." Kairaishi twirled the shotgun around on one hand, waving his hands around as he issued unspoken orders to his puppets. The three quickly gathered around Rugasso's grounded form, opening the bottom of their shoes to reveal rapidly spinning gears and levers--absolutely painful if hit full force with.
So, of course, they would start with attempts to stomp them.

"I remember that movie. It was pretty good." He heard Kairaishi's voice behind him, just before he felt cold metal press against his back, and the trigger was squeezed for a wonderous KRAKOOM!
"God, I love quintuple-teaming heroes." Kairaishi leapt back--it was all-too-possible that his shotgun-blast had missed, but he didn't really care--it wasn't his only method of attack. His ningyo, though on fire (and thus had lost any real advantage of invisibility), each leapt towards the tanker in a simulation of a kung-fu diving kick, their metal feet whistling as they dove straight for their target, at the direct opposite side of Archlich's energy beam.

Kairaishi then leapt back, shucking the gun and ejecting the empty shell, looking over at Archlich to see what he would be doing after the energy blast. He was a Mastermind in every sense of the word, despite his eccentric nature, and he enjoyed having his minions use attacks that complimented his comrade's. He could trap people that way.

((Ms. Warren. Somewhat old, but the only evidence of this is her graying hair. Others have remarked that she has the looks of a 20-ish supermodel. Because of this, her age is almost impossible to guess--and it has made her the target of several pickup attempts, from both other teachers and students alike, which she always shoots down with a friendly joke. As a geography teacher, she uses her powers of light manipulation and control to form makeshift holograms in order to create accurate (and very flashy) maps. She's friendly and very humorous, and often gets the title of "children's favorite teacher". What the children DON'T like, however, is how she often flashes light right smack into their eyes if they're dozing off in class, ignoring lessons, or harrassing other students))

Xiu Juan slammed the women's bathroom door shut behind her, hopping her way erratically over to the sink...she was leaning against the wall, her breath becoming harder and harder to maintain. Soon, however, she managed to muster enough strength to stand in front of the sink, wetting her hands and wiping her face off (doing her best, of course, to keep her talisman dry). She looked up at the mirror with a still-dripping face, her skin having gone from it's natural light-navy-blue to a sickening seaweed green. Instinctively, her hands reached into her pocket, pulling out her music box and opening it up. She stared down at the little mirror as the music continued it's playing from where it left off last time, and felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. She felt that she was on the verge of vomiting all of her organs up now, and her body felt like it was on fire. She struggled to keep her eyelids open, but couldn't even manage it for more than a second. Silently, wordlessly, multiple discolored fluids spurted out of her mouth, spattering around the sink, and Xiu Juan slumped down, hitting her head on it and cracking the substance from which the sink was made, flopping down on the ground and staying still. The musicbox lay onto her stomach...still open...still playing it's song, though the bathroom's muffling meant that only those already inside it could hear, or only those near the door outside could hear.

((Oh, the flooding powers of two RPers on board at the same time))

Xiu Juan clutched her chest with one hand, her eyes closed tightly, suddenly starting to take slow, deliberate, paceful breaths. It may have been soothing and calming for some people, but the mass amount of food and people eating food made four particular scents prominent, and they pounded Xiu Juan with an overwhelming sense of nausea and sickness--as evidence, her blue face was tinged with a soft hint of green, proving the ill effect the mass wave of scents was having on her. Her stomach growled, obviously upset just by the four scents that she was breathing in, and she swayed back and forth slowly. Her voice was slurred heavily, pausing in between words to try and muster up enough strength to speak them. "G-go right...a...ahead. J-just...point me in the...direction of the bathroom...a...a-and where you'll...b-be...and I'll...be with you...i-in...a bit."

She had crossed her arms, staring over at the cafeteria door. The look on her face had suddenly turned gravely serious, as if this was a matter of life-or-death importance to her. She turned over to him, nodding solemnly. "Let's go inside. There's several things I always need to make sure of whenever I'm at or near an eatery. Otherwise, things can become...very unpleasant for me, and nobody ever has any knowledge of it until it's too late."

Xiu Juan whirled her head to the side, blinking at his sudden awakening, but then grinned and rolled off the bed, landing onto her feet and standing up, snapping the musicbox shut, the music suddenly coming to a halt. She picked it up and pocketed it into her skirt, along with two talismans, and started hopping out the open door, grinning widely--as if she just got a Christmas present. She stopped just outside the door, peering to the left and right nervously.
"Sheh-sheh...wow, it's been a while since I last went to a real school...this is all so foreign to me."

((Xiu Juan is a linguist, so she occasionally has a habit to slip into her native mandarin Chinese, or (more rarely) French or German. If you need translations, just let me know))

Xiu Juan tilted her head to the side, frowning a slight bit as he changed the subject. She sat on the bed, however, not trying to press him back to continue what he was saying, and listening intently. She was just about to proclaim "sheh-sheh" to him, which was thank you in her native tongue, but he instantly collapsed and then fell to sleep. She bit her tongue, holding her words...she didn't want to wake him up and irritate him first thing. Lord knows there's nothing worse than a roomie that hates your guts.
She sighed and shook her head, lifting up her briefcase over to her lap, opening it up and starting to move the possessions she had inside it around to the table next to her bed. Among them were a few books (entirely in chinese, but the diagrams on the cover showed pictures of two people kicking the hell out of each other), a cell phone, an MP3 player, a wooden flute, a wrench, plyers, needlenose plyers, plenty of clothes, a laptop (with a mouse), a Nerf N-Strike Maverick (complete with numerous, numerous darts), several replacement talismans (each with the same symbols as the one she currently had on), and an english translation of "The Book of Five Rings". But after she placed them all up and put them away, as well as other things that were not listed, she stared down at the very bottom of her briefcase.
Down, at the very, very bottom, was a small package, almost obsessively wrapped up in cloth, bubble-wrap, tissue paper, and what-else-have-you-got-for-me-Johnny. With a slight smile on her face, she reached down and picked up the package, slowly lifting it up and putting it on the table just next to the bed--carefully, almost as if the entire thing was made out of shatter-with-a-single-touch china. When it was fully unwrapped...a small, handheld, dark-oak box could be seen, with plenty of carvings on the lid of chinese symbols and figures. She smiled sadly as she opened up the lid, and was greeted with a mirror, which showed her own reflection...and started playing a hauntingly beautiful melody.
Xiu Juan sighed, flopping back onto her bed, stretching out as she stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, smiling fornlorly as she just listened to the song play.

She was here now. She was moved in. She just hoped the song didn't wake up Kyle. Actually, she didn't want to wake up Kyle, either. She knew how irritating it was to have a nap disturbed. Maybe she'd just let him sleep for now.

The door had slowly opened, with a female face slowly, shyly tilting past the door only the slightest bit as she peered inside. Her skin was a pale blue, suddenly going darker blue around her eyes, which contrasted sharply with her brown eyes. Her hair was smooth, silky, also pure black, and was parted to the sides in a she-bob style, which gently curved around her face, though a few strands dangled in front of her talisman. Wait, talisman? Yes. The most noticable thing about her, was the yellow talisman (with multiple red chinese symbols) that was hanging off her forehead, dangling down in front of her face. Thankfully, it was in between her eyes, so her vision wasn't impared. She tilted her head left and right around the room, then slowly opened the door fully, standing behind it and taking a deep breath, holding her suitcase in front of her protectively.
She was wearing the traditional outfit, entirely blue, but Kyle could notice black pants that exceeded the skirt, stopping at her knees. This was a difference for the outfit--there had to have been a reason.
She slowly started hopping her way into the room, the skirt flaring up with each downwards fall from her hop. Kyle would have arched an eyebrow at this. Ah, that would explain why. She didn't want to flash her panties with every hop. So why didn't she just walk?
She looked incredibly out of place...amazingly nervous, but soon looked over at Kyle, flashing an embarrassed grin over at him. He could see that she had pointed fangs, much like he did.
"U-um...hi...I'm, uh...the new girl. But, uh...I'm sure you could have guessed that." She tilted her head to the side, blinking at him curiously. "...My name's Xiu Juan Jiang Li Lian Shu Feng! It's a pleasure to meet you, new roomie! What's your name?"

Kairaishi smiled, lowering his shotgun and twirling the bug around in his hand, then hooking it over onto the front of his robe. "Those're the types of fights I really love. Long, drawn-out fights. Especially when you've got the upperhand." He reached into his robe and pulled out a few wires, quickly cracking open the bug's shell and feeding the wires inside--he hooked up the bug to his entire suit, and then fed up one wire behind his head, hooking it into a spare port underneath his hat. He instantly winced as static loudly sounded inside of his ears, and he clutched his ears with both hands, grunting softly. He slowly reached up with one hand, adjusting a few wires, and smiled when the static softened as a result. There was really only one channel on this thing, but that didn't mean he had to hear absolutely everything. He let go of his ear with his other hand, starting to mess with the bug even further, changing the locations of a few wires and pushing one deeper inside, while pulling one up. He smiled once more, apparently satisfied with the result that it gave him, and then leaned over, picking up his shotgun again. He gave the shuck a quick pump, ejecting the spent shell that he never replaced earlier, and fed a new shell into the tube.
He then holstered the shotgun over his shoulder, lifting up both hands and standing stiffly, pounding a fist into a palm, narrowing his eyes. "Hey, Tanker...how good are your senses? After all, you've got to have something to back up your eyes when they fail." He quickly turned over to Archlich, thrusting his hand out, black energy seeping out from his armor and crawling off the ground, quickly slithering up the skeleton's form with a sensation of what could only be described as "really freakin' cold". For a minute, his vision would be shot, as the light spectrum started to bend around him, changing...but soon, his vision would be fine again, though he would definately notice that he appeared to be staring at the world as if he was surrounded by water. If he peered down at himself, he would notice that he was...invisible.
Kairaishi chuckled a bit, starting to prepare the same thing for his own minions. Unless Rugasso acted quickly, he would not only have to deal with an invisible Archlich, but invisible puppets as well.

((I love you. May I carry your children?))

((It's spelled porcelain))

The stone fist hit Kairaishi like a mace, picking him up and hurtling him straight through the rock he was hiding behind--the rock splintered into tiny pebbles, with a loud cry of pain and surprise from Kairaishi to register that he wasn't quite expecting such a quick attack. His finger had instinctively squeezed the shotgun trigger, but it wasn't aimed at all, and missed Rugasso by a wide margin--maybe several yards. As he was not expecting such a swift and powerful counterattack, the two intact and the one half-destroyed puppets followed their master aimlessly, running right behind his flying form loyally.
Kairaishi soon recovered from the blow, bending over backwards and catching the ground with one hand, pushing firmly and sending himself into a controlled flip, landing lightly into a kneeling stance and glaring over at Rugasso.
Damn. He's fast. Neither my radar nor my ningyo caught him. Hmph...oh well. I won't lose him this time. He tapped the brim of his hat, staring at some diagrams, and then glancing over at Rugasso--overlaying his vision, a red targetting reticle locked on over his form, with Rugasso's name straight above him. Kairaishi frowned and gave a "hm", standing up and running a hand across his sore chest. The armor may have absorbed most of the impact, but getting hit still HURT.
A Tanker...with both fire and stone capabilities. Lovely. Getting set on fire hurts, a lot, and stone is pretty tough to crack through. His hand ran across the shotgun irritatedly. This is, what, the fifth time today I've wished for my bow-and-arrows? I'd LOVE to just bind him down and let my ningyo waste him...
He let the shotgun-holding arm dangle at his side, his other arm resting in his robe pocket. He tilted his head from side to side, audible snap, crackles, and pops sounding out. "Maybe I am, but I rather enjoy them. They're so beautiful, and yet so helpless--they don't do anything unless you tell them to. They never complain, they never whine, they never moan about how things should be or who should do well. You're free to mix and match and improve or suck-ify them however you want...and they never protest or beg for more. It's very beautiful. Plus, they make great conversation partners." He tilted his head down, shaking his head. "Aahh. I'm rambling. Forgive me. I'm pretty sure you could give less of a damn about my interests."
He suddenly stood up straight, waved one arm, and the injured puppet soon went limp, collapsing against the ground and literally falling to pieces--gears, metal, cloth, porcelain, and springs splattered all over the ground, in a fashion not unlike breaking glass. The strings went up into the sky, and with another wave of his arm, soon came back down with another puppet in tow, limply responding against the string movements, but soon settling into a solid stance in front of Kairaishi, standing stiffly. He then crossed his arms and nodded, all the strings suddenly jerking away from the puppets, flying back up into the sky...to wherever they came from. Considering the puppets didn't instantly fall to the ground when the strings were removed, one could guess that they simply acted as a crutch for until Kairaishi got a firm hold on their control. All the puppets stood in a straight line in front of their master, staring with painted faces over at the horned Tanker, their emotionless eyes boring into him.
Kairaishi simply leaned up against a wall, nodding at the Tanker, twirling the shotgun around in one hand. "Ten bucks says you can't do that trick again."

Kairaishi arched an eyebrow, muttering to himself as Archlich went away. "...Uh, fine, then." He raised one hand to sift through the hair poking underneath his hat, staring off after the combat--he couldn't really follow Archlich, seeing as how he had just teleported off willy-nilly, and he had no real intention of charging headfirst while screaming LEEEROOOOY JEEEENKIIIIIINS, or something like that.
...Bah. It was a simple choice, anyway. Head out and get into a fight later, or get into a fight now and have a lot of fun doing it.
Kairaishi raised his hand next to his face slightly, and strings dropped down from the sky, three gray-garbed ninja slowly sliding down from them, their forms completely limp. Crossing his arms, and with a few subtle movements from his head, the ninja quickly jerked up, bending around and flailing comically, then settling down into a fighting stance. One look at their face would reveal that they were not ninja at all--their faces looked to be plastic, with painted-on expressions and features. They were puppets, or as Kairaishi referred them as, "ningyo".
Kairaishi calmly drew his shotgun, starting to head in a wide arc around the pandemonium, his ningyo quickly keeping up with him. He tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck, taking in everyone's positions...the troopship was on the south, he was at the north, big-[censored] fight in the middle, Archlich on the east, heroes in the air...air? Kairaishi looked up, scowling at all the Defenders and Blasters that were just hovering around, shooting, buffing, and debuffing willy-nilly. Oh, how he would have just loved his bow-and-arrow set right now, so he could bring down those puny weaklings to let others feast on their flesh. As it was, however, he dove behind some rocks, starting to sneak around to the east side, slowly heading over towards Archlich...he didn't really consider the guy a friend, he just knew he preferred to fight alongside a familiar face than a brand-new one. As he made his way behind rocks and debris, he would send in his ningyo suddenly, letting them deliver a few hits and distractions to the longbow heroes, then suddenly dismissing them, causing them to vanish in a flash of blinding, eye-and-lung-irritating smoke. After a while of resting, he would then resummon them behind the rocks and continue his sneaking along. He knew he wasn't doing much. Pinpricks don't often hurt, but they still draw blood. Kairaishi grinned. That's really all he wanted to do. Draw blood, piss some heroes off, maybe draw one or two towards him. If they didn't, well, they'd still be with a decent-enough handicap for another villain to take them down.
His finger flexed around the shotgun trigger, his other hand gently brushing the pump. He almost wished some other hero would try to come over towards him, though, so he could finally test this baby out.
Almost.

Unfortunately for you, not every detail. This report was filed about a few days after Kairaishi was sent to the Zig. So, naturally, it's not quite up-to-date.
Granted, he doesn't quite develop radically when stuck in the Zig for a short while, but he got some new tricks nonetheless.

But, yeah, thanks for the feedback, all. And no, Khel, if you see my sig, you'll notice that he's a Ninja/Trick Arrow MM. I wanted to use robotics, but the lasers didn't really fit well with the Trick Arrow set. Plus, they wouldn't make very humanoid puppets. :P

((ID LEIK FEEDBACK PLX. Feel free to smack me around on language accuracy or any other questions about his technology. I, personally, am a little worried I might have made him a bit too Mary-Sue-ish, so feel free to tell me if I have))

Report from Walter Redd of the Paragon City Police Department. Forwarded to the Ziggurat/Zigursky criminal institution.

PHYSICAL ANALYSIS

Current identity: Kairaishi
Real name: Fletcher Trudeau
Other aliases: Fletch, "that damn puppeteer", Puppetmaster, F.T.
Occupation: Puppeteer, dollmaker
Marital Status: Unknown, presumed single
Known Relatives: None known
Date of Birth: March 3rd. It is deemed to be a mere coincidence by this writer's superiors, but the writer wishes to make note: In Japan, March 3rd is Doll's Festival, which (though being a japanese holiday) has it's origins in chinese culture, where bad fortune and karma is transferred to a doll and the doll is abandoned in a river.
Place of Birth: Atlanta, Georgia
Race: Human, possessed by an oni
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Height: 5'6" (Fairly short by human standards)
Weight: 175lbs (Body armor weighs him down, as well as numerous other unknown technological devices)
Build: Slightly slim
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Complexion: Peach
Distinguishing Features: Constantly wears an orange-tan coolie hat with white horns jutting out of the front and red war paint, no matter what his costume.
Known psychological conditions: True psychopathy, sadism, slightly antisocial (appears to have a complete lack of guilt, remorse, or grief)
Combat Appearance
Casual Appearance


HISTORICAL ANALYSIS

BIOGRAPHY:
Subject wasn't always an evil villain. Kairaishi was formerly known as Fletcher Trudeau, a kind, mild-mannered puppeteer, and a model citizen. He was humble, he was polite, he was kind, gave most of his money to charity, preformed for free at hospitals and birthday parties--his form was sickly, constantly afflicted with nausea and asthma, and he was somewhat poor, but his mastery of puppetry and the technology that was required for it made him an absolute genius, and he was able to wire up his puppets to respond to his thoughts and actions, essentially making him a one-man preforming troupe. He could preform entire plays while simply holding a script in his hand, remotely controlling his puppets to act out everything he was reading. He was, however, incredibly poor with voice acting. When the Rikti struck, Fletcher attempted to reconstruct his puppets to act as battle machines--however, lack of decent weapons and an injury sustained from combat forced him to realize that he wouldn't be able to do his part in the fight. So, he took his skills to the orphaned and those whose homes were devastated in the combat, doing his best to cheer them up with his plays and puppetry skills. In the days following Statesman's Strike, Fletcher decided to try and travel to Japan, to learn about the japanese theatrical art of bunraku, as well as studying the history of the kabuki. Details are sketchy, but the most that we can figure out is that he managed to stumble across an ritual by the Circle of Thorns that were attempting to bring an Oni to this realm, in an attempt to surprise the heroes of Paragon City with foreign powers. Fletcher, being a law-abiding citizen, simply could not have just stood by, seeing as how Japan was not full of superheroes as Paragon City was. Fletcher attempted to create a distraction with his puppets--but, unfortunately, in his inexperience with combat, and the inhuman power of his puppets, killed a Life Mage right on the summoning circle. This acted as the final part for the ritual (a sacrifice), and the Oni soon entered this realm. He slaughtered all of the Circle of Thorns, and, for reasons unknown, spared Fletcher's life, preferring to possess him instead. Perhaps it is due to a feeling of 'gratitude', which we doubt, or perhaps it is because the oni saw the potential of having a mechanical army at his command. In any case, a possessed Fletcher soon came back to Paragon City and delved to the shadows...creating numerous gadgets to agument his abilities, and naming himself "Kairaishi", which is japanese for "puppetmaster". His goal now, simply put, seems to be to have as much fun in life as he possibly can--somewhat of a goal that we can all relate to, but, unfortunately, his idea of "fun" is causing as much chaos around the town as he can. Perhaps this chaos is simply emotional turmoil, or maybe physical destruction, but he derives intense pleasure from bending and breaking rules, seeing order obliterated.

PERSONALITY:
Kairaishi is slightly eccentric and easily excitable, though an incredibly devious manipulator. Casual and somewhat irreverent, it is almost impossible to get him to stay formal and polite, no matter what the situation. He is incredibly loud and brash, and appears to be quick to action and slow to think, but the reality is that he often has everything planned out from the very beginning. He is incredibly strategic and cunning, and often has more control over a situation than one might imagine.

LEGAL STATUS:
Subject is currently WANTED, due to an incredibly high number of cybercrimes he has committed. Subject is guilty of continued piracy, cyber-terrorism, identity theft, denial-of-service attacks for numerous important military sources, and implanting "virii" and trojan horses into law enforcement and military databases, and has no intent of halting. He is also, surprisingly, guilty of very few physical crimes--all he has on his record is simple thievery, blackmail, illegal possession of firearms, "tiger kidnapping", and property damage. Subject is also guilty of aggravated battery, though we are unable to pin this down onto him as everything he has done is out of self-defense from one who tried to take the law into his or her own hands.

CURRENT STATUS:
Kairaishi was formerly safely tucked away in the Zigursky, but after Arachnos broke numerous criminals out of prison, Kairaishi is now at large in the Rogue Isles. He seems to be absolutely at home there, and has established himself as one of the greatest mercenary hackers there, and his fighting skills are somewhat decent as well (more info as well). We are unable to continue monitering his presence on the Rogue Isles, but we believe that he has stooped to numerous counts of murder.

TACTICAL ANALYSIS

SUPERHUMAN POWERS:
None, every ability is due to possession of extraordinary technonlogy.

FIGHTING SKILLS:
Subject seems to be quite fluent with the art of iaidojutsu, capable of (with a single movement) drawing a blade, severing straight through enemies, and then sheathing the blade again. Due to the fluid movements (and no prior warning beforehand), it is impossible to determine exactly where the blade is sheathed. Subject is also skilled in kyudo (japanese archery), though he seems to aschew most of the traditional equipment and form associated with it.
Kairaishi is also known for, true to his name, being able to summon massive, incredibly life-like puppets to do his bidding. He is able to control them remotely, though we are unable to determine as to how. He is also incredibly accurate with his commands, and quite capable of multitasking control of his puppets--he could be reading the newspaper intently, zoned out to everyone and everything around him, while perfectly controlling and coordinating his puppet's motions in combat. His puppets can also act as extra eyes and ears for him, as whatever they see and hear is instantly projected back to him.

METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION:
Subject primarily runs to get where he desires, often using his suit to reach inhuman speeds--he has, however, been seen using jetpacks to cross large heights every now and then.

EQUIPMENT:
Subject seems to have numerous pieces of equipment hidden within the folds of his clothing, and we have found them impervious to methods of remote identification. All he has that we know of is what he has used in combat. Aside from the iaidojutsu blade, subject also has a bow and seemingly infinite amounts of a variety of arrows. Subject also wears skeletal metal body armor around his body which latches to his skin, acting as a barrier of protection from superpowered attacks against his frail and human body.

OTHER NOTEWORTHY SKILLS AND ABILITIES:
Kairaishi is known to be an absolute master with technology, able to repair alien technology, duplicate many pieces simply by watching them in action, or disable them if he's allowed to so much as touch them. He is also an expert hacker, able to penetrate any computer and nab any information he desires. The only way your precious files could be kept safe is if they were never on your computer in the first place and you had them all memorized. It is unknown how an ancient japanese demon could be so fluent with technology, but one could surmise that either Hell has kept up with the times as well, or he simply learned from Fletcher's memories...or perhaps a combination of both.

KNOWN WEAKNESSES:
His puppets become more sluggish and less responsive the farther they are away from their master, and do not fight as well as a result. Subject's body is also that of a completely normal and less-than-average human, and becomes (for lack of a better word) a pansy whenever all his equipment is taken away.

RECOMMENDED ACTION(S):
As stated before, Kairaishi's ningyo become weaker and less operational the farther they are from their master. Because of this, we suggest somehow luring his puppets away from him, eliminating of them, and then remotely disabling his armor--thus, trapping him with his own technology.
IT IS HIGHLY PREFERABLE THAT NO DAMAGE BE DONE TO HIS BODY. Fletcher Trudeau was a righteous, upstanding man, and a technological mastermind who brought incredible morale to citizens. Though he did little to help law enforcement and crime-fighting, he made living in Paragon City as a citizen little easier, keeping people smiling even with constant war surrounding them. Bringing Fletcher back would boost morale to the sky. If nothing can be done, however, than eliminating him will be the only option to remove his threat to the world.