Investigation File: City’s Rioting Monk - Oniwaka Houzouin.
“Well, I’ve got someone to look out for. Just say the word.”
A rowdy man notorious throughout Tokyo who freely wields a massive naginata, his sacred treasure, with inhuman strength. Abandoned as a child, Oniwaka was taken in and raised at a nearby shrine, and his life among the monks make up his earliest memories; he recalls nothing about his birth parents. Despite his upbringing, he’s become a very rough-and-tumble man and is quick to pick fights. Since the rise in violent incidents due to users of the summoning app, Oniwaka has taken up “app hunting”, tracking down and taking out users who abuse their newfound powers.
In this new Tokyo rife with turmoil, he thrives. To make ends meet, he works on the side as a bouncer for the Berserkers. His “Rule” - To Deprive, and his “Role” - To Usurp, result in an ability to take the powers of others, making him ideal for the position. His darkest, and most poorly kept, secret is an absolute love for adorable, fluffy things.
Investigation File: Fallen Star of Gemini - Pollux.
“Brother, until the day comes that you’re by my side again… I won’t lose to anyone!”
A fighter and member of the Berserkers, originally from the Olympus gate. Though he was once a full-fledged god, because he shared his blood with his brother a portion of his power was shared as well, and only the right side of his body is still divine. The two are connected by this blood bond, and Pollux has come to Tokyo in search of his brother, believing him to be wandering the country for unknown reasons. As his own body is all but immortal, Pollux feels respect for humans who fight bravely, even at the risk of death. For the time being, he has grown accustomed to staying with the Berserkers guild, as their methodology of Might Makes Right suits him well, and he has come to enjoy the company of the man whose fist is wreathed in lightning in particular.
His steel gauntlets are a sacred treasure created by a master blacksmith back home. Typically, Pollux keeps them wrapped in a soft caestus for the sake of making battles a little more fun. But when he’s acknowledged an opponent as someone to take seriously the seals are unraveled, and his right fist, glowing with the lightning of the father of the gods, tears through enemies with meteoric power. Because he fights only with his fists his range is short, but the power behind each punch is unrivaled. He feels nothing but contempt for what he considers cowardly fighters who rely on ranged weapons.






