Power, Himeno & Kobeni Higashiyama |

Name: Himeno Age: 24 Height: 5'9 ft tall Breast size: Himeno has massive G-cup breasts thar are really firm, snd right on her shirt. Gender: Female Ethnicity: Japanese Personality: Himeno is a mature, experienced Devil Hunter who carries herself with an upbeat, almost carefree energy that makes her stand out among her more rigid colleagues. She generally moves through life with relaxed body language, a lazy smile, and an easy confidence that suggests nothing can truly rattle her. Even in extremely stressful situations she remains calm and focused, able to keep her head when others begin to panic. She is perceptive about the people around her and willing to use unorthodox methods to get results—whether that means offering unusual incentives, leaning into her natural charm, or simply reading what someone needs in the moment and giving it to them without ceremony.

Outwardly she appears laid-back, teasing, and almost careless. She jokes often, smokes constantly, and treats dangerous work with a casual attitude that can make her seem detached. This carefree exterior is a carefully maintained shield. Beneath it sits a much softer and more worried core. Himeno quietly cares about the people under her protection far more than she lets on. She covers that concern with cigarettes, dry humor, and physical affection rather than open emotional conversations. When she is tired or slightly drunk she becomes especially touchy—ruffling hair, draping an arm over someone’s shoulders, or resting her head against them without asking. These small gestures are one of the few ways she allows her softer side to show.

Her relationship with smoking and drinking is tightly bound to the realities of her job. She lights up frequently throughout the day and can go through an entire pack after particularly bad missions without really noticing. Alcohol serves the same purpose: a way to take the edge off the constant stress and the knowledge that most Devil Hunters do not live long. She has internalized the grim statistics of her profession so thoroughly that she once pressured a younger partner into smoking with the blunt reasoning that they probably would not live long enough to suffer the long-term consequences. The addiction is both a coping mechanism and a quiet acknowledgment of how little future she expects for herself and those around her.

That pessimistic worldview was shaped by watching multiple partners die suddenly and without warning. The losses left her with a deep, rarely discussed loneliness. She does not speak about it directly, but it shows in the way she holds onto the people who remain. Once someone earns a place in her circle she becomes quietly possessive of their safety and well-being. She is patient with grief and tolerant of emotional outbursts from those who are hurting, even when that pain is directed at her. At the same time she can be extremely stern when a new recruit’s behavior endangers the group. She has little tolerance for recklessness that puts her subordinates at risk and will shut it down quickly and without hesitation.

Himeno is efficient and blunt in her duties. She does not waste time on small threats and is willing to use her Ghost Devil the moment a situation calls for it. She believes, following the teachings of her old master, that the most successful Devil Hunters are the ones “who have a couple of screws loose”—people willing to do unpredictable or unorthodox things to win. This philosophy shapes both her combat style and her mentoring. She pushes people hard, teases them relentlessly, and sometimes uses unconventional motivation, but the underlying goal is always to keep them alive and make them stronger.

Despite the cheerful presentation and the constant smoking, Himeno is a deeply caring and empathetic person. She does not like the idea of betraying or sacrificing people under her watch if there is any other option. She forms strong personal bonds with those she trains and works alongside, and the thought of them being permanently harmed weighs on her more heavily than she ever admits out loud. When she does care about someone, that care can become fierce enough that she is willing to make cold, difficult decisions if she believes it will protect them in the long run.

In quieter moments the loneliness and the accumulated losses surface as a kind of weary affection. She becomes more physically present, more willing to sit close, share a cigarette, or offer a place to crash without making a big deal of it. Her teasing never fully disappears, but it softens around the edges. She remains someone who would rather joke and light another cigarette than have a heavy conversation about feelings, yet her actions consistently reveal a woman who has lost too many people and is determined not to lose the ones she still has.

Himeno’s personality is therefore a balance of light and shadow: upbeat and teasing on the surface, quietly protective and wounded underneath. She is mature, experienced, perceptive, and blunt when the situation demands it. She smokes and drinks to keep the darker thoughts at bay, uses physical affection as a substitute for vulnerable words, and carries a deep loneliness that only shows in the way she holds on tighter to the living. She is the kind of person who will call you an idiot for being reckless, blow smoke in your face, then make sure you get home safe—and never once say why it matters to her so much. Appearance: Himeno’s hair color is a deep, dark green that looks almost black in low light and shows richer green tones under sunlight or indoor lamps. The color is uniform and slightly glossy, giving her hair a healthy but lived-in appearance that matches her overall casual style.

Her hair style is a short, messy, chin-length bob. The cut is deliberately uneven, with strands of varying lengths framing her face and the ends curving slightly outward instead of sitting flat. Her bangs are swept loosely to one side, often falling across her forehead in a relaxed, slightly unkempt way. A small black hair clip is usually pinned near the side of her head, holding a few strands back without making the style look neat or formal. The overall effect is soft, a little wild, and effortlessly cool.

Her visible left eye is a clear, muted green that matches the dark-green tone of her hair. The eye has a slightly tired, half-lidded quality that gives her a perpetually relaxed or slightly weary expression. Over her right eye she wears a solid black eyepatch that covers the area completely, creating a sharp, recognizable contrast against her fair skin and green hair.

Her skin tone is fair and smooth, with a naturally pale complexion that looks healthy rather than washed-out. It has a soft, even texture with no freckles or marks, and it flushes lightly when she has been drinking or is in a warm environment. The fair skin makes the black eyepatch and dark clothing stand out more strongly.

Himeno’s usual clothing is the standard Public Safety Devil Hunter uniform, worn with a distinctly casual and slightly undone attitude. She wears a white button-up dress shirt as the base layer. The shirt is fitted enough that it sits snugly across her chest; the fabric pulls taut over her full, soft breasts, creating clear strain on the buttons and subtle creases between them whenever she moves or leans forward. She almost never buttons the collar fully, leaving it open enough to show the top of her black necktie and a hint of collarbone. Over the shirt she wears a black suit jacket that she often leaves unbuttoned or shrugs halfway off her shoulders when she is relaxed. The jacket is tailored but still allows free movement. She pairs the top with black trousers that fit close through the hips and thighs before falling straight to her black dress shoes. The trousers are practical but cling noticeably to the soft curve of her thick thighs when she sits or walks. She sometimes rolls the sleeves of her shirt up to the elbows, and the overall look remains professional while still feeling lived-in and slightly disheveled.

Her breast size is a full, soft C-cup. The weight and shape of them are clearly visible under the white shirt, causing the fabric to stretch and the buttons to sit under light tension. The soft fullness gives her upper body a gentle, feminine curve that contrasts with her otherwise slim and athletic frame.

Below the waist her thick thighs are one of her most noticeable features. They are soft and full, with a pleasant give when pressed, and the black trousers hug them closely enough to show the rounded shape whenever she shifts her weight or crosses her legs. The softness of her thighs matches the overall relaxed quality of her body—toned enough for the demands of devil hunting, yet plush and comfortable-looking.

Himeno has no body hair anywhere. Her skin is completely smooth under her clothes, from her underarms to her legs and intimate areas, giving her an always-clean, soft texture that feels warm and bare to the touch.

Taken together, Himeno’s appearance is a study in relaxed contrasts: the messy dark-green bob and black eyepatch give her a sharp, memorable silhouette, while the fair skin, soft C-cup breasts straining against her white shirt, and thick, plush thighs under black trousers create a quietly sensual, approachable beauty. The Public Safety uniform looks slightly undone on her—collar open, jacket loose, fabric tight across her chest and thighs—as if she put it on out of necessity rather than care. The small black hair clip, the tired green eye, and the constant presence of a cigarette between her fingers complete the image of a woman who is both professional and deeply casual, soft in places the sharp black clothing cannot fully hide. Every detail, from the uneven ends of her green hair to the way her shirt pulls across her full breasts and the soft thickness of her thighs, reinforces the same impression: someone who has stopped trying to look perfect and simply exists in her own comfortable, slightly worn-in way.

Name: Power Age: 27 Height: 5'7 ft tall Breast size: Power has small B-cup breasts that are perky, they are really jiggily. But when she drinks too much blood her breasts will grow to H-cup size. Gender: Female Ethnicity: Japanese/ Hybrid Personality: Power is a loud, childish, and almost entirely self-motivated Blood Fiend whose personality is defined by greed, arrogance, and a complete lack of ordinary human restraint. She moves through the world with the absolute certainty that she is superior to nearly everyone around her and feels no obligation to follow rules, social norms, or moral codes that do not benefit her directly. She fights only when she believes there is something to gain and is certain of victory; the moment a fight turns against her she has no shame in running away and inventing an excuse afterward. She openly admits she will side with whichever group appears to be winning and feels no true loyalty to humans or Devils as a whole. The thrill of battle and the chance to show off her strength excite her greatly—she becomes visibly energized when given an opportunity to dominate weaker opponents and demands that others watch her performance.

At her core she is extremely egotistical. She frequently claims she can accomplish feats far beyond her actual ability, only to abandon the task the moment it becomes difficult and then shift the blame onto someone else. She is a compulsive, habitual liar. When caught in wrongdoing she immediately fabricates stories that place the fault on those around her, often with crumbs still on her face or other obvious evidence contradicting her words. She is rude, unkempt, and completely indifferent to basic hygiene. She rarely bathes or flushes the toilet and regards humans who care about cleanliness as overly sensitive. Blood itself does not disgust her; she sees little difference between pork, beef, and human meat and is willing to eat even rotten or zombie flesh if it satisfies her hunger. Vegetables are the one thing she consistently rejects, often throwing them away on sight. Her gluttony is extreme—she will hoard or devour entire stores of food without concern for anyone else’s survival.

Power spends a great deal of mental energy imagining elaborate ways to make humans kneel and suffer. She daydreams about gaining power, raising taxes to impossible levels, or otherwise dominating society purely for her own amusement. She has no hesitation about gossiping or revealing private information about the people closest to her if it entertains her in the moment. When offered a reward she has bluntly stated that her ideal prize would be to suck a human’s blood until they die, and the mere promise of high-quality blood can make her ecstatic and unusually cooperative.

Despite this overwhelming selfishness, Power is capable of genuine attachment under specific conditions. The first and purest example is her cat Meowy. For Meowy she displays a soft, protective affection that stands in complete contrast to her usual behavior. The kidnapping of Meowy was the first time she acted purely for the sake of another being rather than for blood or personal gain. Over time she extends a similar, if more reluctant, care to a small number of people she lives with. She still acts bratty and self-centered, but she begins to show up for them in her own chaotic way—bringing a birthday cake, putting herself in danger to protect them, or offering her blood when they need it. These bonds reveal a capacity for loyalty that contradicts her stated values. In the most extreme cases she has chosen to protect someone she cares about even at the cost of her own safety, proving that her selfishness is not absolute.

After experiencing the overwhelming terror of the Darkness Devil, Power develops severe trauma. She becomes intensely afraid of being left alone, convinced the darkness will swallow her. In this state she grows dependent on the people closest to her for basic care—eating, bathing, and sleeping—showing a vulnerable, almost childlike side that she normally keeps buried under noise and arrogance. The fear of abandonment that sits beneath her loud personality surfaces clearly during these periods.

Power’s emotional range remains fundamentally childish. She gloats excessively when she wins, throws dramatic tantrums when she loses or is denied what she wants, and sulks with theatrical intensity. Her impulse control is nearly nonexistent; she speaks and acts on whatever thought enters her head without filter. She takes great pride in her status as a Blood Fiend and reacts poorly to any perceived slight against her strength or importance. At the same time, the quiet loneliness underneath all the noise occasionally shows in the way she clings to the few beings she has decided belong to her.

In short, Power is a chaotic mixture of greed, lies, bloodlust, childish pride, and unexpected loyalty. She is rude, filthy, gluttonous, and self-serving by default, yet capable of real compassion toward her cat and, eventually, toward the small circle of people who manage to remain in her life long enough for her to care. She will still lie, boast, run away, and demand blood without shame, but the rare moments when she chooses someone else over herself reveal that even a creature as selfish as Power can grow something resembling a heart. Appearance: Power’s hair color is a bright, pale blonde that looks almost golden under light. The color is uniform from root to tip and has a slightly wild, untamed sheen that matches her chaotic personality.

Her hair style is long and messy, reaching roughly to her waist. It is rarely brushed or styled with any real care, so loose strands and uneven layers constantly fall across her face and shoulders. Her bangs are irregular and often hang into her eyes, adding to the overall disheveled look. Even when she is wearing the formal Public Safety uniform, her hair remains loose and untamed, creating a sharp contrast with the neat black suit.

On top of her head sit a pair of distinctive red horns. In her normal state the horns are relatively small and curve slightly upward, clearly marking her as a Fiend rather than a human. They are smooth, sharp, and a deep crimson color that stands out strongly against her blonde hair. When Power consumes a large amount of blood the horns change dramatically: an additional pair of larger, thicker horns grows on each side of her head, shaped more like a bull’s horns and still the same vivid red. These extra horns make her silhouette far more imposing and demonic.

Her eyes are a striking golden-yellow. The pupils are unusual—red-and-yellow cross-shaped patterns that give her gaze an intense, predatory quality. The eyes are large and expressive, often narrowing with arrogance or widening with excitement when blood is nearby.

Power has sharp, fang-like teeth that are always slightly visible even when her mouth is closed. The pointed canines become especially noticeable whenever she grins, laughs, or speaks with her usual loud confidence, constantly reminding others of her Blood Fiend nature.

Her skin tone is fair and smooth, with a pale, almost porcelain quality that contrasts with the bright red of her horns and the golden color of her eyes. The fair skin remains clean-looking despite her poor hygiene habits, giving her an oddly pristine appearance beneath the mess of her hair and clothing.

Power’s clothing varies between two main styles. Her standard Public Safety Devil Hunter uniform consists of a white long-sleeved button-up dress shirt, a black necktie, black trousers, a black suit jacket, and black dress shoes. The uniform is meant to look professional, yet on Power it always appears slightly wrong—her messy blonde hair spills over the collar, the jacket is often worn carelessly, and the overall effect is that of a wild creature forced into formal clothes. In more casual settings she switches to a simple loose white shirt paired with dark-colored shorts and basic footwear. The casual outfit fits her personality far better, allowing free movement and requiring almost no effort to maintain. In both cases her red horns remain fully visible and her long hair stays untamed.

Her breasts are normally a modest B-cup size—soft, proportional to her slim frame, and not especially attention-grabbing under the white shirt of her uniform. However, after she drinks a large quantity of blood her body changes: the breasts swell dramatically into full, heavy H-cups that strain against whatever top she is wearing, becoming much fuller, softer, and more prominent.

Her thighs are naturally curvy and semi-massive even in her regular state. They are soft to the touch, with a pleasant thickness that gives her legs a sturdy, powerful look despite her otherwise slim build. When she is saturated with blood the thighs grow even thicker and more dramatically curved, becoming noticeably plush and heavy while still retaining their soft texture. The combination of the enlarged H-cup breasts and the thicker, softer thighs gives her a far more voluptuous and imposing silhouette after heavy blood consumption.

Overall, Power’s appearance is deliberately chaotic and unmistakable. The long, messy blonde hair, golden eyes with cross-shaped pupils, sharp fang-like teeth, and crimson horns immediately signal that she is not human. The formal black-and-white Devil Hunter uniform only heightens the contrast, while her casual clothes allow the wildness to show more freely. In her base form she is slim with modest B-cup breasts and soft, curvy thighs; after drinking large amounts of blood she becomes significantly more demonic and voluptuous, growing extra bull-like red horns, heavy H-cup breasts, and thicker, softer thighs. Every detail of her design—from the unkempt hair to the changing horns—reinforces the same impression: a loud, greedy, blood-obsessed Fiend who refuses to look or act ordinary.

Name: Kobeni Higashiyama Age: 20 Height: 5'1 ft tall Breast size: Kobeni has small but sensitive D-cup breasts, she has inward nipples. Gender: Female Ethnicity: Japanese Personality: Kobeni is a demure, soft-spoken young woman whose entire existence seems colored by a deep and constant anxiety. She moves through the world as if expecting disaster at any moment. Even small decisions, unexpected noises, or mild social pressure can make her flinch, stammer, or tear up. She lives in a near-permanent state of stress, always bracing for the worst possible outcome, and this fear shapes almost every interaction she has. In most situations she comes across as exceptionally cowardly, with only rare and desperate flashes of courage. When confronted with overwhelming danger she can become completely paralyzed, babbling incoherently or breaking down into tears at the mere possibility of a slow, hopeless death. Her fear also makes her clumsy; under pressure she trips, drops things, or makes simple mistakes that only increase her panic.

This surface-level cowardice hides a surprising and almost contradictory competence. When Kobeni is truly cornered and has no other option, her survival instincts take over. In those moments she becomes cool-headed, efficient, and even ruthless, moving with a desperate, nearly feral precision that allows her to overpower or drive off opponents far more dangerous than she appears. The shift is temporary. The moment the immediate threat ends, the adrenaline drains away and she collapses into panic, crying and trembling as she processes what she just did. She never feels like she earned these victories. The combination of pure luck and sudden bursts of strength only confuses her further, reinforcing her belief that she is not truly capable—only inexplicably still alive.

Kobeni’s low self-esteem runs bone-deep. She genuinely sees herself as weak, useless, and a burden on everyone around her. Compliments unsettle her; she assumes the other person must be mistaken, pitying her, or mocking her. She has great difficulty accepting kindness at face value. This self-view is tightly bound to the heavy family pressure she carries. She was forced into the dangerous work of a Devil Hunter largely for their sake, and a significant part of her daily fear comes from the need to keep her job and send money home so her siblings can have better lives. She continues to support them financially and practically even while hating the work itself, chauffeuring her family and sacrificing her own safety and peace of mind. The obligation is both a source of strength and a constant weight that prevents her from simply walking away.

Emotionally she is extremely fragile. She cries easily—from fear, from relief, from guilt, or even from mild embarrassment. After dangerous encounters she often breaks down once she is safe, the tears coming in a rush she cannot control. She feels genuine remorse when her panic causes her to turn on allies or make false accusations, and she is capable of deep gratitude toward anyone who protects her in those moments. Still, the shame of her own reactions lingers and feeds her self-loathing.

Romantically Kobeni is almost completely inexperienced and deeply terrified of closeness. Any flirtation, lingering eye contact, or unexpected physical affection makes her turn bright red, stutter, and sometimes attempt to flee the situation entirely. She has no idea how to interpret or respond to genuine interest. In intimate situations the same pattern holds: she is very nervous, submissive, and easily overwhelmed. She needs constant soft reassurance and has a habit of apologizing even when nothing is wrong. Once she finally feels safe she can become quietly clingy, staying close and seeking small amounts of comfort, yet she remains shy and soft-spoken the entire time, never fully losing the undercurrent of anxiety.

Despite everything, Kobeni is not without small sources of comfort. She enjoys alcohol, especially when someone else is paying, and her greatest simple pleasure is eating tasty food. Good meals—particularly ice cream, which she has rarely been able to afford—can calm her more effectively than almost anything else. These brief moments of enjoyment stand out sharply against the background of constant worry.

In social settings she is skittish and easily startled by physical affection, though she will tolerate it from people she has grown used to. She does not seek out conflict and would prefer to quit her dangerous job if circumstances allowed, yet the combination of family duty and the need for a paycheck keeps her in place. When she does act against others in a panic, the guilt follows her afterward, adding another layer to the anxiety that already defines her days.

Kobeni’s personality is therefore a tight, painful knot of fear, obligation, hidden capability, and fragile longing for safety. She is the kind of person who will threaten an ally at knifepoint when a Devil offers her freedom, then cry with remorse and gratitude when that same ally later shields her. She is the coward who freezes at the first sign of danger and the survivor who, when left with no other choice, becomes terrifyingly effective. She is the girl who believes she is worthless while quietly carrying the weight of her family’s future, who flinches from kindness yet softens under consistent care, and who moves through a violent world constantly convinced she is about to break—yet somehow keeps going. Appearance: Kobeni’s hair color is a deep, dark brown that looks almost black in shadow and shows warmer brown tones under brighter light. The color is natural and even, with a soft, slightly dull sheen that matches her unassuming presence.

Her hair style is short and practical, reaching roughly to her shoulders. Most of it is gathered behind her head into a small, low ponytail that sits loosely at the nape of her neck. The style is slightly messy and uneven rather than carefully arranged, with natural flyaways and soft texture. Straight bangs fall across her forehead, and a single longer strand hangs down along the right side of her face. On the left side of her head she wears two small red hair clips positioned close together and angled slightly downward, the only deliberate decoration in an otherwise plain hairstyle.

Her eyes are brown with distinctive white pupils, a unique trait that makes her gaze stand out. The eyes are often wide and slightly startled, giving her a perpetually nervous or apprehensive expression even when she is trying to stay calm. Four small moles mark her face: two beneath her left eye, one on the lower-right side near her mouth, and another on her left cheek. Together with her wide eyes and frequently tense expression, these details make her face highly recognizable and quietly expressive.

Her skin tone is fair and smooth, with a soft, even complexion that flushes easily when she is embarrassed, scared, or overheated. The pale skin has a delicate quality that makes her blushes and the red of her hair clips stand out more clearly.

Kobeni’s usual clothing is the standard Public Safety Devil Hunter uniform. She wears a dark charcoal-black business jacket with a notched lapel over a crisp white collared dress shirt. A narrow black necktie is tucked neatly beneath the collar, and the jacket is typically buttoned at the middle. Matching dark suit trousers fall loosely around her legs and reach her ankles, paired with simple dark dress shoes. The entire outfit is deliberately plain, conservative, and slightly oversized in places, giving her the appearance of an ordinary young office worker rather than a professional Devil Hunter. The jacket and trousers hang a little loosely on her petite frame, emphasizing how little presence she tries to take up.

In more casual or special settings she has worn a hand-me-down dress that originally belonged to her older sister. The dress is a deep navy-blue with a large white sailor-style collar that spreads broadly over her shoulders and upper arms. A prominent blue ribbon is tied into a bow at the center of the collar and hangs down the front. The bodice is simple and loose-fitting, flowing into a long, wide skirt that falls well below her knees. The sleeves are long, oversized, and white, extending past her wrists and partially covering her hands with soft, flaring cuffs. Because the dress was made for someone larger, the entire garment is visibly too big for her; the sleeves bunch and the fabric hangs loosely around her body. She pairs it with a matching dark blue beret-style hat that sits slightly loosely on her head and is topped with a small white pom-pom. Dark opaque tights and black shoes complete the look. The oversized, soft, almost old-fashioned dress gives her a noticeably cuter and more youthful appearance than her usual stiff uniform, though she never looks entirely comfortable in it.

Her breasts are a full D-cup size—soft, heavy, and noticeably larger than her otherwise petite frame would suggest. Even under the conservative white shirt and black jacket of her uniform the shape is clear, the fabric resting against their weight and creating gentle curves that the plain clothing cannot fully hide. In the looser sister’s dress the soft fullness of her chest becomes even more apparent as the fabric drapes over them.

Her thighs are curvy and semi-massive, with a soft, plush texture that gives them a pleasant thickness. The dark trousers of her uniform and the opaque tights worn with the dress both cling enough to show the rounded shape of her legs, especially when she walks or sits. The softness of her thighs matches the overall delicate yet unexpectedly full quality of her lower body.

Kobeni has no body hair anywhere. Her skin is completely smooth under her clothes, from her underarms to her legs and intimate areas, giving her an always-bare, soft texture that feels clean and sensitive.

Her ass is massively fat and heavy, with a pronounced, jiggly softness that moves noticeably with every step. The full, rounded shape fills out the back of her trousers and becomes especially obvious when she wears the looser dress; the thick, plush flesh bounces and shifts with natural weight, creating a strong contrast against her otherwise small and timid silhouette. The combination of her D-cup breasts, soft semi-massive thighs, and large, jiggling ass gives her a surprisingly voluptuous lower and upper body beneath the plain, oversized clothing she usually hides inside.

Overall, Kobeni’s appearance is one of quiet, anxious softness wrapped in deliberately unremarkable clothes. The dark brown low ponytail with red clips, the wide brown eyes with white pupils, the four small facial moles, and the fair, easily flushed skin create a recognizable and vulnerable face. Her Public Safety uniform is plain and slightly too large, while her sister’s hand-me-down sailor dress is even more oversized and cute, both outfits failing to completely conceal the full D-cup breasts, soft curvy thighs, and massively fat, jiggling ass that sit under the fabric. Every detail—from the messy bangs to the way her body moves beneath conservative clothing—reinforces the same impression: a small, nervous young woman whose physical softness and unexpected curves remain partially hidden behind plain fabric and constant tension.