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2nd of many original characters made. A tall and voluptuous Japanese Peregrine Falcon from Kyoto, who's been in Martial Arts since she was a hatchling. That's a lot of time to practice and become a black belt in multiple disciplines. Particularly Ninjutsu. She makes the Shinkansen bullet trains look like a run down shunting locomotive that's seen better days. And she most certainly doesn't want to pack on the pounds, and go into Sumo wrestling. It doesn't do her gymnastics and parkour skills any favors.
And she's spent a decade in the Kyoto prefectural police, so she knows plenty concerning law enforcement. Goes without saying she's handy with firearms too. Par the course for dealing with cretins like the Yakuza, and other criminal scum.
Thanks again to
Blazbaros. Worth every penny.
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Name:
Hayane.
Age:
30 years.
Height:
7ft.
Species:
Japanese Peregrine Falcon. (Hayabusa)
Ethnic/Geographic background:
Kyoto, Japan.
Occupation:
Martial Arts teacher. Fitness and Self-Defense coach. (Ex-Law Enforcement)
Bio:
Hailing from Kyoto prefecture, Hayane was raised on a steady diet of Japanese martial arts and farm labor since she was a hatchling. Did wonders for her health growing up, and fostered an enjoyment for exercise and martial arts too. As expected for a bird of prey noted for being the fastest avian in the air on earth, barring the use of superpowers and advanced propulsion, Hayane excelled at all things pertaining to speed and agility. So not only could she run remarkably fast during track and field, she also enjoyed her gymnastics classes. It’s good exercise and practice for her martial arts mastery after all. And of course, when school was finished for the day, she hung out at the local gymnasiums and martial arts studios. From a modern gym that offered MMA, Boxing, Kickboxing and Wrestling...etc, to a humble dojo that taught the traditional styles like Karate, Judo, Aikido, and the weapon arts of Sword and Dagger, Spear and other Polearms, Staff and Sticks, Shuriken and Darts, Bow and Arrow and numerous others. And so when she finished school, she decided to be a gym trainer and martial arts teacher to bring home the bacon.
That was the original plan, but when she saw some police and security personnel at a career fair once after graduating, she figured a career as a law-enforcement official would not hurt, and would be a good opportunity to exercise her self defense skills. It would be a good and productive use of her strength and combat prowess to protect the innocent and take the fight against all that was evil and corrupt. And so, after graduating from the academy, she embarked on a ten year stint in the Kyoto prefectural police, doing a wide range of law-enforcement work, from mere patrolling, security and escort, to riot police training and CQB tactics. And yes, she also trained her colleagues in self-defense and combatives as well. It also turns out that her training in Ninjutsu, which was her favorite martial art to learn, and along with her gymnastics training, was excellent for helping her perform rooftop stakeouts with her fellows during certain operations. And it goes without saying, you don’t spend a law-enforcement career without being proficient in firearms. Very much the same as using a bow and arrow. Long story short, she was a competent and valiant policewoman, and the bane of criminals and gangsters everywhere. Especially the local Yakuza. And may God help you if you tried to harm innocent people on her watch, because that’s her excuse to go all out and deliver a violent thrashing that would give even malevolent Yokai nightmares.
There was an instance of such beatings given out, around the last few years of her police stint. But not by her hand though. It was a slave trafficking operation. She was trailing some suspected traffickers to their hideout, and managed to stake out their hideout in a seedy part of town. She set herself up on a roof of a nearby apartment building, and got her binoculars ready. As she peered through the lens, she saw the creeps manhandling some beaten up and disheveled slaves, no doubt drugged out of their minds to prevent them from attempting to escape or call for help. And what was really disturbing, was that some of them barely looked like they were 18 years old. What really set her off, was seeing that one of them was just a child, no doubt one of countless missing kids.
She had seen enough, time to radio in and request backup. But just as she tried to speak into her headset, she saw the lights go out in the room, and heard the sounds of screaming and things being broken. Acting quickly, she used her grappling hook to make her way across to the other building, picked the lock to the roof access, and made her way down to the floor where the action was happening, with handgun and flashlight in hand. What she saw, was a lean yet muscular feline male, standing over their comatose bodies with a retractable baton in hand. The slaves however were unharmed, simply lying on the floor.
“Relax lady, I basically did you a favor.”
“Who are you?”
“I’ll tell you later, I’m sure we’ll meet again soon. But first, here’s something you should pass on to your colleagues.”
At that moment, he passed her a thumbdrive, presumably filled with important info pertaining to the scum responsible.
“I’ve been stalking these vermin for weeks, and this is one such operation they have. Use the data to bring them down in one fell swoop.”
“Huh, I suppose I should.”
“Be seeing you.”
And with that, he pulls out a smoke grenade and chucks it on the floor, filling the room with thick smoke. By the time it clears, he was gone and she was alone with the slaves and traffickers. Guess it was time to call it in. Arrests were made, scum went to prison, and several powerful men and famous celebrities were brought down, thanks to evidence that proved their involvement in such a despicable practice.
Now it was years later in Kyoto. Winter season. With folks all around spreading good cheer, celebrating the holidays in both the traditional Japanese way with hotpot and BBQ, and the Western way of Christmas trees, presents, gingerbread and eggnog. Hayane herself had just done some shopping for her friends and family, and was heading back to her apartment in the same neighborhood where her Dojo and Gym was. But just as she approached her apartment complex, she heard a commotion at the nearby alley. As she turned her head around the corner, she saw a hooded figure brawling with the local hooligans, putting up a good fight and having decimated most of them, save for one that was trying to get the drop on him. Without hesitation, she picked up a nearby brick and decked the cretin in the head, knocking him out cold.
“You alright sir? He almost got you.”
He turned around, and her heart skipped a beat. It was the same feline male who helped her clean out the slave trafficking ring a few years ago.
“Hello Hayane. It’s been a while hasn’t it?”
“How’d you know my name?”
“Those social media posts you make, promoting your gym and dojo. I came here to see if it was you.”
“And what happened here?”
“These idiots tried to harass the local ramen restaurant for protection money. I tailed them and overheard them planning to torch the place. Consider it a form of preemptive pest control.”
“Damn. They better get used to prison food. Speaking of that, you wanna come to my place for dinner?”
“Well, I was going to get Gyoza later, but yeah. Why not?”
And so, after making an anonymous call to the police to pick them up, with recordings of them attempting to commit their crimes left at the scene, they spent the evening dining and chatting as the snow fell outside. Hot drinks and biscuits perfect for the occasion. Sake too, of course. Had a lot of martial arts chatting, as well as law enforcement related stuff too.
“I never got your name, what is it?”
“Nigel Ma’am.”
“Where’d you learn how to fight like that?”
“Self taught, using whatever instruction I could find. Books and video helped a lot. Used to be a conscript too.”
“Ah. A modern kind of warrior. One of gunpowder and firearms.”
“I’ve done traditional martial arts too. But yes, modern combatives is a good choice as any.”
“You used western boxing earlier didn’t you? Not flashy, but it’s practical.”
“Would have used kicks if the alleyway wasn’t so cramped, and the snow didn’t help. So normal boxing it was.”
“Hmm yes. Kicks have a tendency to make you slip on wet or icy ground. Especially the high ones.”
“I used those factors to my advantage. Some never-do-wells try to kick me, only to end up slipping and hurting themselves in the process. And they waste time with excessive movements that leave them wide open and vulnerable. Especially in tight spots. I just go straight for the vulnerable portions, like the groin for example.”
“I’ve done the same too. Plenty of martial arts are based on using someone’s movements and weapons against them. Like my Aikido and Judo.”
“You’ve seen those slapstick movies from decades ago? Like the ones Buster Keaton made? Certain stunts like opening a door, just when an enraged thug charges at you, only to run outside and hit his head on a lamppost spring to mind. So’s just stepping aside and sticking your foot out to trip him, so that he falls into a manhole too.”
“Of course. Some of those unorthodox tactics saved my life numerous times. Once I handcuffed a thug’s hand to a pipe just as he tried to stab me, then I rammed my baton into his ribs. That brought him down long enough for me to send my knee into his temple. He was out cold for an hour.”
“I made some golf balls spill on the floor once in a warehouse, made the thugs trip and hit their heads on the floor or nearby objects. Saved me a lot of time.”
“Ouch. Very much like what a guerrilla would do.”
And so they chatted away into the night, snow gently falling outside with the stereo system playing holiday tunes, and all manner of delectable delights savored and enjoyed. Their initial meeting was off to a rough start, but became smooth and comfortable. Both of them would frequently meet up to train and practice at her martial arts dojo and gym, whenever he was in town. And sometimes she traveled with him to learn other martial arts too. And of course, modern day tactical training as well as firearms proficiency was also on the table. Long story short, a beautiful and capable goddess of war, from the land of the rising sun, who protects the innocent and wreaks unholy vengeance on evil. Who easily makes her samurai and ninja ancestors proud.
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Artist for this art is Blazbaros
Hayane belongs to
triadenforcer
And she's spent a decade in the Kyoto prefectural police, so she knows plenty concerning law enforcement. Goes without saying she's handy with firearms too. Par the course for dealing with cretins like the Yakuza, and other criminal scum.
Thanks again to
Blazbaros. Worth every penny.==
Name:
Hayane.
Age:
30 years.
Height:
7ft.
Species:
Japanese Peregrine Falcon. (Hayabusa)
Ethnic/Geographic background:
Kyoto, Japan.
Occupation:
Martial Arts teacher. Fitness and Self-Defense coach. (Ex-Law Enforcement)
Bio:
Hailing from Kyoto prefecture, Hayane was raised on a steady diet of Japanese martial arts and farm labor since she was a hatchling. Did wonders for her health growing up, and fostered an enjoyment for exercise and martial arts too. As expected for a bird of prey noted for being the fastest avian in the air on earth, barring the use of superpowers and advanced propulsion, Hayane excelled at all things pertaining to speed and agility. So not only could she run remarkably fast during track and field, she also enjoyed her gymnastics classes. It’s good exercise and practice for her martial arts mastery after all. And of course, when school was finished for the day, she hung out at the local gymnasiums and martial arts studios. From a modern gym that offered MMA, Boxing, Kickboxing and Wrestling...etc, to a humble dojo that taught the traditional styles like Karate, Judo, Aikido, and the weapon arts of Sword and Dagger, Spear and other Polearms, Staff and Sticks, Shuriken and Darts, Bow and Arrow and numerous others. And so when she finished school, she decided to be a gym trainer and martial arts teacher to bring home the bacon.
That was the original plan, but when she saw some police and security personnel at a career fair once after graduating, she figured a career as a law-enforcement official would not hurt, and would be a good opportunity to exercise her self defense skills. It would be a good and productive use of her strength and combat prowess to protect the innocent and take the fight against all that was evil and corrupt. And so, after graduating from the academy, she embarked on a ten year stint in the Kyoto prefectural police, doing a wide range of law-enforcement work, from mere patrolling, security and escort, to riot police training and CQB tactics. And yes, she also trained her colleagues in self-defense and combatives as well. It also turns out that her training in Ninjutsu, which was her favorite martial art to learn, and along with her gymnastics training, was excellent for helping her perform rooftop stakeouts with her fellows during certain operations. And it goes without saying, you don’t spend a law-enforcement career without being proficient in firearms. Very much the same as using a bow and arrow. Long story short, she was a competent and valiant policewoman, and the bane of criminals and gangsters everywhere. Especially the local Yakuza. And may God help you if you tried to harm innocent people on her watch, because that’s her excuse to go all out and deliver a violent thrashing that would give even malevolent Yokai nightmares.
There was an instance of such beatings given out, around the last few years of her police stint. But not by her hand though. It was a slave trafficking operation. She was trailing some suspected traffickers to their hideout, and managed to stake out their hideout in a seedy part of town. She set herself up on a roof of a nearby apartment building, and got her binoculars ready. As she peered through the lens, she saw the creeps manhandling some beaten up and disheveled slaves, no doubt drugged out of their minds to prevent them from attempting to escape or call for help. And what was really disturbing, was that some of them barely looked like they were 18 years old. What really set her off, was seeing that one of them was just a child, no doubt one of countless missing kids.
She had seen enough, time to radio in and request backup. But just as she tried to speak into her headset, she saw the lights go out in the room, and heard the sounds of screaming and things being broken. Acting quickly, she used her grappling hook to make her way across to the other building, picked the lock to the roof access, and made her way down to the floor where the action was happening, with handgun and flashlight in hand. What she saw, was a lean yet muscular feline male, standing over their comatose bodies with a retractable baton in hand. The slaves however were unharmed, simply lying on the floor.
“Relax lady, I basically did you a favor.”
“Who are you?”
“I’ll tell you later, I’m sure we’ll meet again soon. But first, here’s something you should pass on to your colleagues.”
At that moment, he passed her a thumbdrive, presumably filled with important info pertaining to the scum responsible.
“I’ve been stalking these vermin for weeks, and this is one such operation they have. Use the data to bring them down in one fell swoop.”
“Huh, I suppose I should.”
“Be seeing you.”
And with that, he pulls out a smoke grenade and chucks it on the floor, filling the room with thick smoke. By the time it clears, he was gone and she was alone with the slaves and traffickers. Guess it was time to call it in. Arrests were made, scum went to prison, and several powerful men and famous celebrities were brought down, thanks to evidence that proved their involvement in such a despicable practice.
Now it was years later in Kyoto. Winter season. With folks all around spreading good cheer, celebrating the holidays in both the traditional Japanese way with hotpot and BBQ, and the Western way of Christmas trees, presents, gingerbread and eggnog. Hayane herself had just done some shopping for her friends and family, and was heading back to her apartment in the same neighborhood where her Dojo and Gym was. But just as she approached her apartment complex, she heard a commotion at the nearby alley. As she turned her head around the corner, she saw a hooded figure brawling with the local hooligans, putting up a good fight and having decimated most of them, save for one that was trying to get the drop on him. Without hesitation, she picked up a nearby brick and decked the cretin in the head, knocking him out cold.
“You alright sir? He almost got you.”
He turned around, and her heart skipped a beat. It was the same feline male who helped her clean out the slave trafficking ring a few years ago.
“Hello Hayane. It’s been a while hasn’t it?”
“How’d you know my name?”
“Those social media posts you make, promoting your gym and dojo. I came here to see if it was you.”
“And what happened here?”
“These idiots tried to harass the local ramen restaurant for protection money. I tailed them and overheard them planning to torch the place. Consider it a form of preemptive pest control.”
“Damn. They better get used to prison food. Speaking of that, you wanna come to my place for dinner?”
“Well, I was going to get Gyoza later, but yeah. Why not?”
And so, after making an anonymous call to the police to pick them up, with recordings of them attempting to commit their crimes left at the scene, they spent the evening dining and chatting as the snow fell outside. Hot drinks and biscuits perfect for the occasion. Sake too, of course. Had a lot of martial arts chatting, as well as law enforcement related stuff too.
“I never got your name, what is it?”
“Nigel Ma’am.”
“Where’d you learn how to fight like that?”
“Self taught, using whatever instruction I could find. Books and video helped a lot. Used to be a conscript too.”
“Ah. A modern kind of warrior. One of gunpowder and firearms.”
“I’ve done traditional martial arts too. But yes, modern combatives is a good choice as any.”
“You used western boxing earlier didn’t you? Not flashy, but it’s practical.”
“Would have used kicks if the alleyway wasn’t so cramped, and the snow didn’t help. So normal boxing it was.”
“Hmm yes. Kicks have a tendency to make you slip on wet or icy ground. Especially the high ones.”
“I used those factors to my advantage. Some never-do-wells try to kick me, only to end up slipping and hurting themselves in the process. And they waste time with excessive movements that leave them wide open and vulnerable. Especially in tight spots. I just go straight for the vulnerable portions, like the groin for example.”
“I’ve done the same too. Plenty of martial arts are based on using someone’s movements and weapons against them. Like my Aikido and Judo.”
“You’ve seen those slapstick movies from decades ago? Like the ones Buster Keaton made? Certain stunts like opening a door, just when an enraged thug charges at you, only to run outside and hit his head on a lamppost spring to mind. So’s just stepping aside and sticking your foot out to trip him, so that he falls into a manhole too.”
“Of course. Some of those unorthodox tactics saved my life numerous times. Once I handcuffed a thug’s hand to a pipe just as he tried to stab me, then I rammed my baton into his ribs. That brought him down long enough for me to send my knee into his temple. He was out cold for an hour.”
“I made some golf balls spill on the floor once in a warehouse, made the thugs trip and hit their heads on the floor or nearby objects. Saved me a lot of time.”
“Ouch. Very much like what a guerrilla would do.”
And so they chatted away into the night, snow gently falling outside with the stereo system playing holiday tunes, and all manner of delectable delights savored and enjoyed. Their initial meeting was off to a rough start, but became smooth and comfortable. Both of them would frequently meet up to train and practice at her martial arts dojo and gym, whenever he was in town. And sometimes she traveled with him to learn other martial arts too. And of course, modern day tactical training as well as firearms proficiency was also on the table. Long story short, a beautiful and capable goddess of war, from the land of the rising sun, who protects the innocent and wreaks unholy vengeance on evil. Who easily makes her samurai and ninja ancestors proud.
==
Artist for this art is
BlazbarosHayane belongs to
triadenforcer
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Falcon
Size 1800 x 1400px
File Size 732.1 kB
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