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Character: Chibiterasu (aka Chibi, Mutt, Squiddy, Pooch, dude, boy, Pork Chop, etc.)
Series: Okamiden
Character Age: Unknown, but still a puppy.
Canon: Once upon a time, the eight-headed demon Orochi terrorized a small village until he was sealed away by the swordsman Nagi and the white wolf Shiranui, although the latter suffered fatal wounds. 100 years later, a bunch of monsters including an unsealed Orochi and the Lord of Darkness are wreaking havoc all over Nippon, and it’s up to a revived Shiranui-now in her true form as the sun goddess Amaterasu-to save the day once and for all. Having done so, Amaterasu departs for the Celestial Plain. Nine months after that, Nippon is in a new sort of trouble and some people are crying out for divine, fluffy help. Only instead of getting the mother goddess, they get her half-grown son...that’s kind of close, right?
Promptly dubbed “Chibiterasu” (among other names), the young sun god takes after his mother in many ways; namely his love of food, being petted, a tendency to leap before he looks, and his good-natured willingness to help out anyone in need. Unfortunately, being much younger than his mother also means Chibi is less experienced in life, making him more emotional and easily confused about the best course of action. Thus, he acquires a series of humanoid partners to help him on his quest; they serve as translator and general decision-maker while Chibi acts as main firepower, source of adorable cuddles, and...noble steed. Not that he’s complaining, as long as he gets fed.
Note: Like his mother, Chibi can use his tail as an ink brush to draw symbols that affect the world around him-for example, a straight line to cut through objects for food, or a circle to make plants bloom and/or exorcise malevolent spirits so they can move on.
Sample Post:
[In one particular cornfield, some of the corn stalks are waving violently, accompanied by a loud rustling. The cause of the disturbance eventually reveals itself as a white puppy leaping about in a mostly linear fashion, not counting his occasional side trips to investigate things that catch his attention. He continues in this fashion for a while until his stomach growls loudly. He pauses his explorations to look around; catching a whiff of something above him, he stands on his hind legs to paw at the heads of corn waving over his head. After even hopping up and down fails, he sits back with a mournful whine, eyeing the corn surrounding him until an idea makes his tail wag. The world freezes briefly, all the colors fading to shades of parchment brown as he uses his black-tipped tail to draw a horizontal line through part of the cornfield. When the effect ends, the corn stalks fall over as if sliced in two by an invisible blade. The puppy’s tongue lolls in a pleased manner as he trots over to enjoy his snack.
Stomach full, he continues on his way until faint sniffling sounds in the distance make him pause with his ears perked. He turns and heads straight in the direction the noise is coming from. Upon finding the source, he continues his approach without stopping...until he gets within smelling distance of the crying zombie, at which point he skids to a stop with a yelp. Ears flattened, he retreats to a safe distance and circles it, growling softly. When the zombie does nothing but keep moaning about brains, he stops and whines a little, head tilted. He studies it uncertainly before giving a canine shrug; the colors leach out of the world once again as he draws a circle around the zombie. As it closes, daisies sprout up all over the zombie’s head.
The puppy sits back to wait, sneezing as the breeze blows some petals into his face. After a few minutes pass with no change, he slowly heads closer. He’s about to nudge its arm with his nose when he stops short and paws at it instead. Having attracted its attention, he barks twice and wags his tail, looking between the zombie and the edge of the cornfield. At a hesitant groan of agreement, he barks again and darts forward to take hold of the zombie with his teeth. With a slight whimper at the taste, he snaps his head up to toss the zombie on his back-only to yip and skitter back as body parts rain down around him. Head down and tail between his legs, he pushes everything back together and waits for things to reattach, then very carefully maneuvers the zombie onto his back for a second and more triumphant attempt at exiting the cornfield.]
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Series: Okamiden
Character Age: Unknown, but still a puppy.
Canon: Once upon a time, the eight-headed demon Orochi terrorized a small village until he was sealed away by the swordsman Nagi and the white wolf Shiranui, although the latter suffered fatal wounds. 100 years later, a bunch of monsters including an unsealed Orochi and the Lord of Darkness are wreaking havoc all over Nippon, and it’s up to a revived Shiranui-now in her true form as the sun goddess Amaterasu-to save the day once and for all. Having done so, Amaterasu departs for the Celestial Plain. Nine months after that, Nippon is in a new sort of trouble and some people are crying out for divine, fluffy help. Only instead of getting the mother goddess, they get her half-grown son...that’s kind of close, right?
Promptly dubbed “Chibiterasu” (among other names), the young sun god takes after his mother in many ways; namely his love of food, being petted, a tendency to leap before he looks, and his good-natured willingness to help out anyone in need. Unfortunately, being much younger than his mother also means Chibi is less experienced in life, making him more emotional and easily confused about the best course of action. Thus, he acquires a series of humanoid partners to help him on his quest; they serve as translator and general decision-maker while Chibi acts as main firepower, source of adorable cuddles, and...noble steed. Not that he’s complaining, as long as he gets fed.
Note: Like his mother, Chibi can use his tail as an ink brush to draw symbols that affect the world around him-for example, a straight line to cut through objects for food, or a circle to make plants bloom and/or exorcise malevolent spirits so they can move on.
Sample Post:
[In one particular cornfield, some of the corn stalks are waving violently, accompanied by a loud rustling. The cause of the disturbance eventually reveals itself as a white puppy leaping about in a mostly linear fashion, not counting his occasional side trips to investigate things that catch his attention. He continues in this fashion for a while until his stomach growls loudly. He pauses his explorations to look around; catching a whiff of something above him, he stands on his hind legs to paw at the heads of corn waving over his head. After even hopping up and down fails, he sits back with a mournful whine, eyeing the corn surrounding him until an idea makes his tail wag. The world freezes briefly, all the colors fading to shades of parchment brown as he uses his black-tipped tail to draw a horizontal line through part of the cornfield. When the effect ends, the corn stalks fall over as if sliced in two by an invisible blade. The puppy’s tongue lolls in a pleased manner as he trots over to enjoy his snack.
Stomach full, he continues on his way until faint sniffling sounds in the distance make him pause with his ears perked. He turns and heads straight in the direction the noise is coming from. Upon finding the source, he continues his approach without stopping...until he gets within smelling distance of the crying zombie, at which point he skids to a stop with a yelp. Ears flattened, he retreats to a safe distance and circles it, growling softly. When the zombie does nothing but keep moaning about brains, he stops and whines a little, head tilted. He studies it uncertainly before giving a canine shrug; the colors leach out of the world once again as he draws a circle around the zombie. As it closes, daisies sprout up all over the zombie’s head.
The puppy sits back to wait, sneezing as the breeze blows some petals into his face. After a few minutes pass with no change, he slowly heads closer. He’s about to nudge its arm with his nose when he stops short and paws at it instead. Having attracted its attention, he barks twice and wags his tail, looking between the zombie and the edge of the cornfield. At a hesitant groan of agreement, he barks again and darts forward to take hold of the zombie with his teeth. With a slight whimper at the taste, he snaps his head up to toss the zombie on his back-only to yip and skitter back as body parts rain down around him. Head down and tail between his legs, he pushes everything back together and waits for things to reattach, then very carefully maneuvers the zombie onto his back for a second and more triumphant attempt at exiting the cornfield.]
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