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4,300	104	2	1,577	573	The fuck is this, Zen's voiced echoed in the huge area he found himself standing in. Looking around there was no way this was any kind of reality, the entire background was covered in what looked like an endless starry sky, the stars twinkling in and out of existence as fast as his eyes were able to keep up. Giant chunks of land floated slowly around him, some of it was brown like a desert wasteland while others had grass and looking in the distance he could even see one with a small tree on it. There seemed to be an endless amount of these chunks and looking up he found a huge one the size of a city hovering above, it cast a shadow where he was standing before floating into the distance. Whatever this was it made Zen extremely uncomfortable, he was positive he didn't have the imagination to have a dream as vivid and...creative as this. He quickly looked behind him expecting to see another version of himself or something grotesque only to see endless darkness. He let out a relieved sigh and looked down to find himself on a chunk of floating land, this one had grass on it like the ones currently floating around him, there was even a small pond on his right. Zen noticed he was wearing a blazer with a cerulean tie when he looked down, holding his leg out he was also wearing slacks and black shoes with it, he grit his teeth and realized this was probably the uniform of his school Shirasagi. Reaching up he grabbed hold of the tie and pulled it down causing it to hang loosely around his neck, he unbuttoned his blazer and threw it open with more of a flash than he intended. There was no way he would wear this normally so that confirmed this was definitely a dream, but why his school uniform of all things he hated wearing it formally which was the only way he was allowed too. At the very least there weren't any teachers around so he didn't have to worry about getting yelled at, even if he did this was a dream if he punched a teacher it wouldn't matter. "...I'd still better not, if this is some subconscious thing it might be bad," Zen said as he shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking forward. There wasn't much to walk too as the floating continent was pretty small, when he reached the edge he looked over to see if the starry sky was below him too, however as he neared the edge a chunk of land popped out causing him to take a step back. "....okay...." Zen said before he put his foot out. With a bit of tentativeness he tapped the land, when it didn't fall he put his foot firmly on the land and with a scoff stepped fully onto the land. Another piece of land quickly shot up as he did so and seeing it Zen started walking hunching forward a bit as more land continued to form as he walked. He continued forward not entirely sure where he was going as he walked, he looked ahead to see what was in the distance before he noticed another piece of land with someone on it. Zen stopped and pulled his hands out of his pockets as he confirmed it was actually a person, he looked behind him before clicking his tongue and turning back to the person picking up a light jog. Thankfully the land kept up with his pace and he made it to the person pretty quickly, once he stepped on the land he slowed down and clenched his hands into fists as he walked up towards them their back currently to him. Looking at the persons outfit he noticed they were wearing some kind of skirt, he assumed it was a girl but he's been proven wrong before in such matters. Looking at her black...or was it red hair in a high ponytail made him consider it really was a girl, and if so why was a girl in his dreams. The girl turned around and he immediately glared in her direction not sure if she was threat but the moment his eyes locked with hers it felt like something was being forced into his skull. Zen quickly sat up in his bed breathing heavily as sweat poured down his face, he looked around only to see the messiness that was his room which calmed him down. He looked down at his body to see he wasn't wearing a shirt, he pat his bare chest and pinched himself which hurt but confirmed he was awake. He looked over at his desk only to see a pair of his boxers with cats on them and a shirt covering it, reaching over he removed both articles of clothing before picking up his clock to see it read 5:00 a.m. which caused Zen to set the clock down and lay back on his pillow. He could wake up and make some breakfast but after that messed up dream he didn't really feel like moving right now. "Sayuri Takashi," Zen said as he stared at his white ceiling before closing his eyes. He had heard the girl's name when he was in Kyushu, the unfortunate thing about being a delinquent is you hear the names of 'strong' people. However that didn't excuse how he knew her first name as he had only heard her name once and only her last name so he assumed it was a boy. It was the day he transferred out of school and it was a hard day to forget as a few people came to settle the score with him. Even then he had never met the girl and definitely didn't hear her first name, he didn't recognize that girl at all in his dream but something just told him that was Sayuri even more so her name came to him so easily. Zen decided to ignore it and go back to sleep but as he tried the blank face of another girl flashed in his mind for a moment, he gripped his head and forced it down. "The hell is wrong with me why do I keep thinking of women," Zen said before a small grey kitten hopped on his bed. Zen looked over hearing a small 'mew' come from the cat, he reached over and grabbed the cat before setting her down on his chest and closing his eyes. "I might be getting horny Mittens," Zen said with a heavy sigh. "Starting to make up women in my dreams." At this the cat promptly got out of his grasp and jumped off the bed before moving away from him and into a mess of clothing in the distance. "...oh right Mittens is a girl, sorry Mittens," Zen said before closing his eyes. Whatever that was there was no need to think about it, the whole thing was just a dream maybe he did hear her first name or whatever, he decided to ignore it and go to sleep...but he found it incredibly hard to just forget about it.	Name: Zen Ian Yasashiku (Nickname is Kuso due to his personality) Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Male/Male (Including both for political-correctness) Height: 208 Weight: 68kg Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Amber Blood Type: A- Personality: Zen is a person who believes he needs to be self-sufficient and shouldn’t rely on others more than he needs to. He’s normally irritated about one thing or another and believes actions speak louder than words. Zen is normally silent but unfortunately it’s not out of shyness or a desire for solitude; when Zen speaks openly his words are normally harsh and generally hurtful. He lobs insults like their normal greetings and isn’t ashamed to be rude to end a conversation and can sound generally selfish. Thankfully his heart is as big as his mouth and contrary to his irritated outside he has a soft heart and would carry a stranger across fire and brimstone if need be, though he would complain the entire time. He can’t stand this side of himself and seeks to make himself more heartless, due to his conscience however he’s unable to do so and finds it difficult to ignore someone in need. He’s more focused on his own affairs than that of others so war’s and the such are ‘a waste of time’ to him. Origins: Japanese-American (Geographically speaking) History/Bio: Zen grew up in Kyushu born to a Japanese father and American mother, he learned more about American culture due to the influence in the area from a young age thus English became his first language, even his middle name came from his mother’s father. His father however wanted to instill his culture into him so he taught him Japanese and showed him what he was able to. Due to unfortunate circumstances Zen’s father left his mother when he was young and his mother put more focus into her own career as he went into middle school. Zen grew distant with his mother during this time and thanks to a mix of suppressed emotions and confusion Zen became easily irritated and got into fights and generally made more enemies than friends in the neighborhood and school. His mother did what she could to intervene but their relationship only seem to sour as time went by, Zen often came home to an empty home and spent a majority of his time alone, it got to a point where he would look at his mother and saw only a stranger. Eventually he was sent to live with his aunt by his mother in Shikoku who he became close to through their time together. After transferring schools he tried to be more behaved both in and out of school to avoid trouble with his aunt but old habits died hard for him and not being fluent in Japanese made it harder as half the time he couldn’t communicate properly. He doesn’t speak of his time from middle to high school as he has more demons than he cares to admit during it. His aunt helped him adjust to Shikoku and finished teaching where his father stopped. At his aunt’s mention he attended Shirasagi high. Combat Style: Zen has a mix of medium and heavy attacks; his movement is slow due to the force he puts behind his attacks however. He’s a dirty fighter more than willing to throw sand in someone’s eyes, smack them with the nearest object he can find, kick them while their down etc. endurance is the only thing he really has going for him as he prefers getting up close and personal. He’s willing to take a small hit if he can get a big hit in, he focuses on crippling his enemy or at least making them stagger, the moment he gains the upper hand he puts his full force into his attacks inflicting as much damage as possible in the small window he has. The only weapon that interests him is a scythe due to it’s peculiar shape and use but since obtaining one is pretty much impossible a lead pipe get’s the job done just as well. Extra Information: Zen has an unnatural obsession with cats, especially kittens; he can’t stand other animals in any form however. He’s a smoker but being a student he keeps such things to himself except when he has to obtain more. His favorite color is Orchid, he’s speaks fluent English and is experienced in Japanese, however as he doesn’t care much for the language he tends to be lazy with it so it’s not surprising for him not to follow all the rules of it. (he might not call a sempai by their title for example). He has a soft spot for kids and enjoys fishing.
4,301	104	3	619	2,061	Sayuri looked around with a curious look on her face, "Where the hell is this..." the area was a maze of long thin paths of ice going in every direction with no seeable pattern. Where the paths intersected there were platforms of varying sizes. The maze of paths extending farther then she was able to see. The most interesting thing of all was that it seemed to be floating in the middle of water. They weren't moving just hanging there as if it was something holding it there. Looking down at herself she finds she is wearing her School uniform and he bandages weren't on her hands which identified it as a dream if being underwater wasn't enough. Shaking her head she picked a path and started walking along it to the next platform. As she walked the platform and paths behind her collapsed forcing her to continue walking forward. The farther she walked the fewer paths were available to her eventually forcing her onto a single path. In the distance she could see another person standing at what looked like the end. Getting closer she could tell it was another girl. As she approached she slid her hands into her sleeves to hide her scars. Once she reached the final platform she stopped and the girl turned around but as soon and her face was visible she awoke with a jolt. As she sat there a name started running through her head, "Mizuko Usagi." It was a name she'd heard a few times around school by people who were talking about the swim team. She'd also heard the name a couple times in "who would win" conversations that annoyed her to no end. Shaking her head she looked at the clock which read 5:00 am. Yawning she fell back down and closed her eyes, 'Stupid dream robbed me of an hour's sleep. What the hell was up with it anyway... Whatever I can worry about it later. Though it's probably nothing..." rolling over she tries to get back to sleep but can't help feel like there was something more to that dream.	Name: Sayuri Takashi Age: 16 Gender/Sex: Female/Female Height: 175.25 cm Weight: 63.5 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: O negative In Depth Physical Description: Personality: She is generally carefree and laid back about most things, but she gets easily angered by people picking on others. She also gets easily angered by threats to those close to her. She enjoys fighting because it is her best release. She also enjoys reading and drawing. Origins: Kyushu History/Bio: She has lived most of her life on the island. Her father was a construction worker that was hired to help build the island and while he did he made arrangements to live there as soon as there were livable locations on the island. Her mother was the daughter of a major investor. They met during the construction. Sayuri was born 8 years before the island was completed. She was home schooled until schools opened up. Because of this she was distant from the other students and received bullying as a result. She got into many fights and gained a reputation as a violent kid. She kept fighting as she grew older but generally kept it out of school and defending others, though she still did fight for the fun of it. Her middle school years were the worst as every delinquent wanted a piece of her or for her to join their groups. In middle and high school she joined the kendo club and was a popular member because of her strength. She was also a fairly good student getting slightly above average grades. Combat Style: She uses a fast and somewhat strong style that has weak defense which she developed in her own fights. She is able to fight both unarmed and with a sword. Her fighting style relies on striking quickly before retreating waiting for another opportunity to strike. When she is attacked she tries to evade rather then block. Extra Information: She always wears cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm to cover scars along the back of her hand and lower arm. She speaks fluent English and Japanese.
4,302	104	4	2,477	539	Hatsune woke up in her visually relaxing bedroom it's even aromatic because their maid used to spray aromatic air fresheners around her room.Hatsune yawned then proceed downstairs where she sees her big brother eating breakfast."Goooood Mooorniinngg!!!! Big Brother!!!" She greeted her brother with morning back kick."Ouch!" her brother groaned in pain "Do you always have to do that? Every single morning!?" her brother said angrily."Oh come on Big Brother.... that is how I say good morning to you :3" she answered combined with a pose and a smile."Whatever..... just eat your breakfast" her brother responded."Yay!!!! Thank you big brother!!! :) " and her brother smiled. After eating breakfast, Hatsune returned to her room to freshen up.She started with brushing her teeth and took a bath afterwards.After taking a bath, Hatsune said to herself "It's the first day of school! i'm so excited, i hope I can have new friends and I hope my friends were my classmates" she giggled then she wears her uniform.She sprayed some perfume then she is ready to go! but she almost forgot her makeup.She doesn't leave without her makeup so she returned to her room and took it then left saying goodbye to her parents and her big brother. Also, she remembered her dream while she was walking.She remembers being in the dark with Dominick.It was very strange because she is not that close with Dominick.Hatsune felt cold like she was in a middle of a snowstorm.Hatune tried to cleared her mind but she won't get the dream out of her.Hatsune tried everything to get that dream out of her but it won't work.Now, Hatsune felt a slight headache,She collapsed to the ground.	Name: Hatsune Minegishi Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Female Height: 155 cm Weight: 51 kg Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Red Blood Type: A In Depth Physical Description: Personality: Hatsune is like any modern teenage girl.She likes shopping,makeup,fashion,etc.She is kind of a spoiled brat when she didn't get what she want since she lived in a rich family.She is very friendly to everyone but a snob to the opposite gender.She might look innocent but don't mess with her or you are gonna feel the pain you will never felt before.Although she had that kind of personality, Hatsune will be the sweetest person you know when you know her deeper. Origins: Japanese History/Bio: Hatsune Minegishi was born in Tokyo,Japan.She lived in a very rich family.She was the one and only daughter of the Minegishi Family that's why she was very special to her parents and her parents will do everything just to make her that is the reason why Hatsune is kind of a spoiled brat.Hatsune might like shopping,makeover,and fashion but she is on the honor roll on her school.She got a lot of friends and she was very popular to boys and girls.Due to the popularity, she made some enemies that were insecure about her popularity but Hatsune doesn't care to the people that hated and focused to the people that loved her.Hatsune dreams to be a Makeup Stylist someday and she is trying hard to be one by practing using makeup and learn makeup styles. Combat Style: Hatsune can kick very powerful due to her inner violent personality.Hatsune's kick is so powerful that it can break someone's leg or back.Also, she will throw any objects that is near to her to the person when she got mad.Hatsune's weapon of interest is a whip.Hatsune's attack are Strong and Fast. Extra Information: Not much to add but she always carry a makeup on her bag.She also have a soft spot to cute things like stuffed toys and baby animals.She secretly loves to eat food although she doesn't want to be fat.
4,303	104	5	1,915	713	In the end, however, Violetta found no rest. The bizarre dream of a youth she later came believe she had seen once or twice around school would not leave her mind for the rest of the morning and eventually, she just couldn't take it anymore and woke up a whole hour earlier than usual. As per the usual, her father was absent from the house, having, in recent times, picked up a job with a publishing company in Tokyo and thus only spent Sundays at home. It didn't change much for Violetta, however. She could take care of herself and, besides, her father's cooking was absolutely terrible. Good riddance she thought to herself as she reflected on the subject, pulling herself out of bed. 6AM. An ungodly hour to be awoken at, but alas, it was equally ungodly to remain in bed for another hour more with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and think. At least getting ready for school would take her mind off of things. First, a shower was in order. She never did understand the Japanese tradition of a shower (for cleaning) and a bath (for relaxing) in the same evening, every evening, and instead preferred the more practical and more streamlined Russian-slash-everywhere else in the developed world tradition of a shower in the morning or the evening, if one is feeling particularly unclean after a day of, for example, exercise. Ironically enough to her own ideals, culture and tradition, Violetta's bathroom, and house in general, was of a traditional Japanese style. In effect, this meant that the tub, no matter how large it was (Violetta suspected one could pile two corpses in it), served little to no purpose except for when she absolutely had to take a bath, a rare event and the utilitarian shower meant that her showers were somewhat less enjoyable compared to if she were to live in a western style house where the shower was the main priority in washes, complete with instant-hot water, multiple nozzles and all sorts of amazing, bourgeois goodies. Of course, perhaps that was only a pipe dream hatched by the capitalist, consumerist societies of modern day nations, but Violetta thought it an interesting thing to wish for nonetheless. Certainly served more purpose than a top of the line cellphone, such as the one she carried, at least in her opinion. A shower could in fact dictate how one would go through the rest of their day; cold and fulfilling or hot, steamy and enjoyable. That sounded wrong. Violetta silently remarked as she removed her bedclothes and prepared the water of the boring, old style shower, that took ages for the hot water to start, which prompted her to start the water and do something else before getting in the shower, or else she would face the unforgiving torrent of cold water. Not an exciting proposition. Thus, she instead spent a moment bringing her clothes ; clean except for the smell of sweat coming off of them. It would be a waste to machine wash them, so she put them aside for a more old fashioned method of cleaning when she had some time in the evening. Finishing this, she finally was able to see some steam wafting away from the shower and she entered, letting the hot water wash away any thoughts of the dream, which, while not unpleasant, felt somewhat haunting, forboding even and she preferred greatly to not remember it, for whatever reason. Shaking the thought away, she reached for the necessary soaps, shampoos and various other products that she deemed necessary in her daily cleaning and began to lather and rub her body with the different liquids, stepping out of the downpour of steaming hot water when necessary and lithely returning into the water when she needed to rinse. This continued for about five minutes before she finally finished with her hair and stepped out of the shower, turning the knob and opening the door in near synchronization. She grabbed her own, designated towel from the heated rack with equal agility, which would create an impressive, perhaps intimidating display for anyone (read: pervert) who would watch her shower. First rubbing out her hair with the towel to keep her rather long hair from dripping water on the floor, she moved over to the counter to finish her morning cleansing; makeup, teeth brushing, hair drying and face washing, among other things. While Violetta didn't especially care about her own appearance in regards to what others think about it, she did think of doing her daily morning routines to their fullest as a matter of self-respect. Looking nice to others, in her honest opinion, was a bonus. Within a few minutes, she had finished and she then put on her underwear which she had retrieved from her dresser before heading over to the bathroom. With her body dry, she could now move throughout the house without a worry. Now, breakfast was in order. Passing the washing machine and dryer as she left the bathroom, she listened to verify if the dryer had finished drying her uniform and hearing it still chug away, she shrugged and continued onward towards the kitchen. The first thing she remarked upon entering the was that her father had been considerate enough to put water in the espresso machine before leaving. Violetta and her father didn't drink traditional coffee, instead preferring the more direct, hard and powerful boost of an espresso in the morning. Violetta always drank hers without any sugar, cream or other substances that could be added, in deep contrast to most girls her age who sought bean based energy in the form of cream, chocolate, sugar or even vanilla laden drinks, such as cappucinos or mochas. While Violetta certainly had nothing against these drinks and those who preferred them, she definitely felt much more of a boost in the steamy, thick liquid that was an espresso. Besides, it was simpler to make, even with an older machine. Just put ground coffee in the machine, hit the button and let it fill up a cup. Along with her coffee, she decided that with the time she had before she would need to go to school, she would have more than enough time to make something more lavish than usual, deciding that this morning, she would indulge herself with the sweet flavors of pain perdu. Soaking some bread in a creamy liquid she wasted no time in preparing, she set them onto the oily pan and continued in making the delicious European breakfast as she drank her espresso. It took a good moment to prepare, the liquid having taken the most time, but it was more than worth it in her opinion. The Russian girl also decided to have a bit of apple, in order to balance out her breakfast and she contently munched this down along with the French toast. Finishing these, she took her various, self-chosen vitamins with a glass of milk and cleaned this all up and returned to the bathroom to find that the dryer had finished with her uniform. Her clothes in hand, the half-naked Violetta returned to her room to get dressed. Finally, after about forty-five minutes of necessities and an extra quarter-hour of various fripperies, she had finished her morning preparations. And yet, despite all the time taken up by these practices, she still had a good amount of time before classes began, due to her waking an hour earlier than usual. It only took a half hour for her to walk to school, so she had about thirty minutes before she would even need to leave the house. Not desiring to leave early, she plopped herself down on the sofa and turned on the television. News. Well, nothing new there. Her father and herself both only ever watched the news, as they were generally disinterested by the typical Japanese television pastimes of cheesy game shows and the world famous anime category of shows. Thus, whenever they rarely turned on the television, they watched whatever news channel was the first one they got to by hitting the program button on the remote. Generally, not much of note happened in New Harumi. It was, if anything, a modern while unremarkable city with low levels of crime and not much to report. However, the current report piqued Violetta's interest for whatever reason. Disappearances in New Harumi City! Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town... For some reason, Violetta found herself somewhat interested by this strange report. Normally, such things didn't tend to interest her, but for once it did and it was frustrating not to know why. If she had friends, perhaps she could investigate it later in the day. Even if it was only a peak into the western district trainyards, it still could be an interesting thrill-seeking venture. Not really her thing, but she wondered if someone else might find it interesting. Bizarrely enough, Violetta almost wished someone would take her there with them, as the beginning of some romantic crime adventure. Nyet. That is impossible. I have just been reading too many light novels. She smirked as she realized the time and turned off the TV before leaving out through the door.	Name: Original Western Forms Latin and Cyrillic are written in legal form; beginning with surname, then given name and ending with the patronymic name Latin Letters: Verniy Violetta Valerievna Cyrillic: Верный Виолетта Валерьевна Japanese Forms As per tradition, the Japanese forms are written with the surname before the given name. Patronymic name is not used here Hepburn Romanization: Bānīi Baioretta Katakana: バーニーイバイオレッタ Kanji: 響培和礼多 (Surname uses the kanji for "echo" or "sound in Japanese; "Hibiki". Given name uses the kanji for "cultivate/foster", "peace", "gratitude" and "abundance", respectively) Addendum on the kanji form: The kanji form of Violetta's surname has a somewhat peculiar story behind it, which began in the early 1980's when her father, Chief Warrant Officer Valery Verniy was deployed to Hokkaido. Being a sailor at heart and living in Japan for a good period of time, he quickly took an interest in imperial era maritime warfare. Of particular interest to him was the Hibiki destroyer, the second of the Akatsuki-class destroyers, which, after the war, was given to the Russians as a prize of war. Its name was changed to "Verniy" and rebased at Vladivostok, where Valery himself had been born. Upon the birth of his daughter in 1998 and the family's moving back to Japan in 2009, Valery chose the kanji for "Hibiki" as the family name, due to the lack of literal translation for Verniy and in reference to the destroyer. Nicknames -VVV (her initials, written with Latin letters) -ВВВ (once again her initials, written in Cyrillic) -More to appear? Age: 16 Gender/Sex: Female Height: 164 cm Weight: 59 kg Hair Color: Silverish Eye Color: Blue-silver Blood Type: AB- In Depth Physical Description: Original image belongs to Danny Choo. I own nothing. Personality: Violetta is a quiet, thoughtful girl, who puts much consideration into what she says and does. Some of this comes from her slight difficulty with the Japanese language and it probably does in fact come from that, as when she first came to Japan she had absolutely no knowledge of the language, leaving her to keep to herself and really only converse with her parents and the rare Russian-speaker. Thankfully though, by the time she had moved to New Harumi City, she had reached fluency in Japanese but the period still marks her personality. It is hard for those around her to discern what she is thinking or her current emotions as she makes a decent effort of keeping herself unreadable and her usually flat and accentuated tone helps in this regard. Violetta is an excellent student, utterly destroying her fellow students in all but one subject; English in which she has incredible difficulty for whatever reason. While she easily comprehends the language, speaking and writing in it creates great difficulties for her as she forgets articles and comes up with phrases that have little if any order... Origins: Russian (has Japanese citizenship) History/Bio: Our story begins in 1991, when Chief Warrant Officer Valery Verniy of the Russian Navy returned to his home of Vladivostok after a long deployment in Japan. When his fleet was forced out of the harbor by zealous Japanese nationalists in 1990, he and the others of the fleet were returned to Vladivostok after a brief deployment to keep order in the waters surrounding Japan following the founding of the Independent Japanese Federation. At this time, Valery, who had served in the Navy for the last ten years, decided to retire and he fell in love with a concert pianist named Rozaliya. The two married in 1995 to a fair amount of celebration and it was three years later in 1998 that they had their first and their last daughter; a girl with silvery hair and argentine eyes who they decided to name Violetta. The family lived happily in the port city for eleven years, until tragedy befell the family when Violetta’s mother was murdered following a concert. Violetta, herself a piano prodigy at eleven years old, easily playing the works of Chopin, Herz and Beethoven, became somewhat adverse to continuing to play piano, but would later pick up playing again when she was fifteen. In the same year, her father, searching to escape Vladivostok and leave the memory of his beloved’s murder behind, decided to move back to Japan. The pair then spent the next few years hopping through jobs and habitations before settling in New Harumi City in 2014. Violetta, now fifteen, would now go to Shirasagi High... Combat Style: Thanks to numerous visits to shooting ranges with her father before moving to Japan, Violetta has competent experience with using a pistol and will use one when available. If not, she has decent ability with longswords, rapiers and other bladed weapons. No matter the weapon, she prefers to stay at close range and use finesse and elegant attacks to lethally take down enemies and to rely on dodging instead of blocking attacks. Extra Information: -Violetta’s hobbies include piano, writing poetry and taking walks. She also studies quite often, but she doesn’t consider that a hobby. -Being Russian, she fluently speaks the language and she also speaks Japanese with no problems, though she is rather quiet by nature. In both languages, she speaks with a polite, respectful tone and uses rather formal vocabulary.
4,304	104	6	1,445	4,074	Dominick didn't really get to sleep long. About thirty minutes of tossing and turning, ten or so of contemplating whether or not he should do something about his morning wood. nothing came from it as shortly after he heard the familiar sound of his mother waking up and using the bathroom. Another few minutes passed and Dominick decided that he might as well get ready too. getting out of bed he walked strait towards his closet, a path he was familiar with. he reached inside and grabbed one of his many uniforms; his mother made sure to buy him ten, each one with a dark green shirt. His favorite color. On the way out he grabbed some socks and his bandages, walking slowly towards the bathroom. By the time he arrived his mother was already gone, so he just stepped in and did his usual morning routine. After using the bathroom, putting on his uniform, and throwing his pajamas into the washbin in the bathroom, Dominick headed towards the kitchen for breakfast. he could hear his mother frying something, and from the smell, it was eggs and bitter melon. As the name implies, it was bitter, but his mother says it's healthy. Dominick didn't have much room to complain, food was food, and if he wanted to eat something else he should have woken up and cooked himself. Upon entering the kitchen his mother greeted him, and he returned the greeting with his own. "Good Morning Mother." He said in Japanese. His mother would speak to him in a mixture of English and Hmong, peppered with some Japanese as well. It sometimes impressed him how many languages his mother knew. Four, he thinks. English, Hmong, Thai, and Japanese. And she picked up Japanese quite quickly. His train of thought was soon set aside when his mother put a plant in front of him, along with a cup of orange juice. Taking a sip of the juice, it was with high pulp. His favorite. Dominick and his mother ate breakfast together, while his mother watched the morning news. He listened in on it half-heartily, his mind still lingering on that girl he saw, Violetta. Now that he thought about it, what did he know about her? Next to none really, aside from her name. Not even much rumors of her as far as he could remember. Dominick pondered what would happen if he met her. He wouldn't know who she was on sight and didn't know how she sounds like. She'd have to tell him his name or someone would have to point her out to him. He kept on eating until he heard his apartment's buzzer ring. From there his mother went over to the intercom and asked who it was. Dominick listened in, catching some words. "It's me, Shabazz. I'm here to pick up Dominick." Shahbaz was one of Dominick's friends. A black kid born in Japan, but both his parents were Americans. Tourist in fact, but his mother left them and his father was robbed, leaving them without any papers to go back home. They waited four years before Shahbaz's father simply gave up and applied for citizenship in Japan. His father worked for Dominick's father, which meant that Dominick and Shahbaz became well acquainted. He was a good friend, served as his eyes around Japan and made sure no one picked on Dominick. They also went to the same martial arts dojo and made sure to give Dominick and good fight when they get to spar. Shahbaz also worked part time at his mother's bakery, so often the two would meet up with each other. "Tell him I'm almost ready to go. I just need to put my shoes on and get my things." Indeed, after scarfing down his breakfast Dominick put on his shoes and grabbed his schoolbag. He grabbed one of his walking sticks out from his bag and extended it. his mother kissed him goodbye as he left his apartment to meet with Shahbaz down at the first floor. Dominick was confident enough with his stride that he could take stairs, a simple act that took Dominick month's to relearn. He met up with his friend and the two began to walk towards school together. Shahbaz was quick to start talking with Dominick chiming in every once in a while with a short comment or two. One thing that caught his ear was something about a train yard and a murder. He didn't know if the two were connected, but he also remembered hearing about it on the news. "I wonder what's going on at that trainyard. It isn't too far away from our apartments. Hey, maybe it's someone living in it." Shahbaz thought otherwise, thinking that it had something to do with the murder of the doctor. Dominick had his doubts. "If you think so, why don't we go look? Not like the police is going to fence the place off." Shahbaz thought otherwise, making his excuse saying that he had to help Dominick's mom at the bakery, but he knew that Shahbaz was scared. He was superstitious like that. Either way the subject changed and the two students continued on their path to school. Dominick tried to keep up, but his thoughts kept getting distracted. He couldn't stop thinking about Violetta.	Name: Dominick Yang (Or "Dominick Asahi" when he's using his father's surname in western orientation), Bandages (Cause he usually has those over his eyes), "Peerless Mastermind of Oblivious" (In game title in fighting games) Age: 18 Gender/Sex: Male Height: 172.72 CM Weight: 70 kg (Average) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Solid Black (Due to Hyphema) Blood Type: B+ In Depth Physical Description: Bandages or some sort of blindfold is nearly always present over his eyes, due to his blindness. He finds glasses tedious to deal with. Personality: If there's much anything to say about Dominick, it's that he's certainly an odd person. Not in a bad way, just quirky. Aside from his bandages, you may even think he's just your average joe. Dominick himself is a affable person and very tolerate and patient, almost to a fault. He's not a very pushy person, and though he'll always stand his ground, don't expect him to really throw his weight around. He's still fairly curious however, and always thinks about every situation he can detect around him. He may be blind, but that only makes him want to get as deep into whatever business that interest him, given that he can't exactly make judgement at face-value. He's also what you might call "genre savvy" given that his former pastime was a lot of reading, and since he can't exactly do that anymore he tends to imagine that his life is playing out like some sort of game or anime. He may even draw up stat charts for everyone. He tends to bottle up his anger, trying to put away somewhere dark where it'll be forgotten and never disturbed. But something about him makes it quite clear that his tolerance and kindness is merely something he chooses to do, not something that is deeply ingrained into his character. Origins: American, who is living in Japan, but ethically Hmong History/Bio: Dominick was born in California of the United States of America. His parents were immigrants, making life a bit difficult for them at first. Dominick had to deal with the usual issues of being a first generation child would, such as being forced to chose between two cultures, the one of his family or the one of the place he lived. He tried to maintain a balance, but more often than not he identifies himself as an American. he never learned the language of his parents, instead spending much of his youth with friends and extended family as they adapted to their new home. Dominick's youth was spent doing usual kids things. He himself took up many interests, the main three being story-telling, martial arts, and cooking. At a young age he was one of the best readers in his school, able to go through books with hundreds of pages in a day. When he was ten years old his parents signed him up in martial arts classes, which he grew very attached to. And of course, when the days winded down, he wanted to do nothing more than eat. His parents were good cooks, but he wanted more, something more pleasing to his palate. Those three things were the main things he worried about in his adolescence, with the future and the things it brought being naught but a distance memory. But over time, he began to wonder what he would do with himself. What he was, and how it would help him. But he had confidence that his abilities would help him make something of his life. But that was before the accidents. When Dominick was fifteen years old, he and his parents got into a car accident. His father was killed on impact, trying to steer the car away from the collision. Dominick was sitting at the front, but despite his father's efforts he wasn't spared. Large shards of glasses cut into Donny's eyes before he could even blink, causing massive hemorrhaging though his iris and sclera. His mother was mostly unharmed, but the shock continued to pain her to this day. Dominick's life was saved, but his eyes sight was forever lost. The doctors managed to restore his eyes so that they would be able to heal, but his sight would never return. He struggled to do many of the things he enjoyed, and felt that he lost much of what made Dominick himself. He tried to keep a happy outlook on life, but it was difficult to see anything good about life when everything was nothing but darkness. During the years his mother remarried to a fairly rich Japanese man. He was a business man who helped run some sort of beer company back on the mainland, who just recently inherited some restate from his own father who, in a twist of fate that made Dominick question the world, died in a car accident. By this time Dominick has gotten fairly used to his own predicament but still had difficulties finding something to do with himself. He actually agreed to come with his mother to Japan in the hopes that somehow, he could find a place there. Combat Style: Statistically speaking, Dominick has high defense and agility points, though his accuracy and strength are fairly lacking. He makes up for it by being able to weather through many types of damage, or outright dodge them, combating his enemies through a battle of attrition. And though blind, he hasn't lost any of his martial skills. When on the offensive he can either unleash fast and furious attacks or wait until the enemy strikes and counters for massive damage. The former is erratic in it's damage output however due to it's low accuracy and the fact that each strike is fast but doesn't have much weight behind them, while the latter requires his enemy to actually to get the first strike in and hoping that he could either survive or avoid the attack. Dominick himself is skilled with rods and staffs as weapons, though his training also involved body weights, meaning that he's also a dangerous fighter using just full armor. And of course, should things get really desperate, he can always rely on his hand-to-hand training. Extra Information: Dominick speaks English fluently, though his Japanese is somewhat decent. He speaks very politely when in Japanese, but he's much more coarse and honest in English under the assumption that no one would understand him. Dominick also carries two of his retractable walking sticks (One for regular use and the other in case he loses the first one) just about everywhere he goes out of necessity, though it also is handy as emergency weapons thanks to it's length and sturdiness. Additionally, Dominick has new hobbies in the form of listening to music and audiobooks. He still does some Martial Art's training at a public dojo and can still cook despite all that's happened. His mother has a day job working at a bakery, which he helps out when he can/has to. Lastly, though he makes sure not to let anyone know this, he's a regular drinker even though he's underage. His step-father introduced it to him and always hammered in that he must drink responsibly, so he only has a few cans when he's certain that he's going to be home afterwards. Dominick has grown fond of drinking various beers his father provides him, almost to the point that it's an addiction.
4,305	104	7	1,577	573	Zen stared at his ceiling upset that he was awake and already in a bad mood, after that messed up dream he tried to go back to sleep but he really didn't like the idea of the dream continuing. He ended up laying in his bed for about ten minutes before he decided to get up and just get an early start on the day, he stepped over a few articles of clothing in his messy room and made his way over to his closet. On his way he switched off one of his two heaters since he was up before throwing open his closet and sifting through his clothing mumbling to himself as he grabbed his uniform. Zen threw his uniform on the bed before making his way to the bathroom, he wasn't a stickler when it came to cleanliness but he wasn't about to wear the same underwear with that uniform, and thanks to the dream and possibly the heat of his room he was sweating like a doberman Shepard. Zen actually stopped mid walk not entirely sure how that simile summed up one of his normal bodily functions but he wasn't in the mood to question his own thoughts right now. Zen walked into the bathroom and ran the bath water before taking care of his business, if there was one thing he enjoyed it was a bath in the morning just seemed to get him ready to take on whatever he was going to face in the day. He got out after a long second soak already looking forward to taking one when he got home. Waking up early even afforded him more time to relax, he might make this a habit if he's not careful but he did admit being left alone to his thoughts didn't help him forget that dream so that was the only downside. Zen knew his aunt had already taken one so he drained the water and made his way to kitchen, normally the bath would be ready for the next person but Zen was very clear he didn't want to bathe in the same water as her, he made a comment about her age and being an impressionable youth which settled the dispute thus he always ran his own. Zen entered the kitchen and without wasting anytime grabbed the rice cooker before he started making breakfast. He glanced to his right as he heard the shoji door open and his aunt walk in holding her hand over her mouth and yawning, just like him she had blonde hair though hers was longer and tied in bun at the moment. He actually liked that she didn't look too much like his mother, her skin was an apricot color though she had gained a bit of a tan lately, she had amber eyes which locked on him as she lowered her hand from her face. She was dressed in her normal business attire, a black suit and a pair of black dress pants, she wasn't wearing shoes but she would wear her dress ones once she left out the door. When their eyes met his aunt whose name was Yumi immediately raised her arm up almost covering her face as she looked at him with a combination of shock and horror. "You're up early and breakfast is already ready," she said slowly lowering her arm. "W-what have you done with my nephew?" "Screw you," Zen said in English. "Just sit down and eat." "I was just joking," she said responding in English before sitting down. "Still it's rare to see you up so early." The two of them always spoke in English at breakfast but Zen was the one that always had to initiate it in the mornings, she was fluent in Japanese but she preferred speaking English at home though she was considerate enough only to do so if Zen spoke in it first. "You know you don't have to stay for breakfast, you can just eat and head out," Zen said setting a few balls of onigiri down in front of her. "You have the same thing for breakfast everyday and its easy to make." "Yeah and miss having breakfast with my favorite nephew, not happening," Yumi said grabbing one. "Besides that means I have to cook, it's your job to cook not mine." Zen sighed and set his own food down before pouring some food for mittens and putting it on the floor for her, he sat in his chair and started eating wanting to watch a little tv since he had more time this morning. Zen's eyes went up to his aunt as she chewed quite noisily and spoke to him not bothering to chew her food first, he didn't pay much attention to her conversation but he kept his attention on her as a sign he was willing to provide his attention. He wasn't in the mood to talk but Yumi always tried to put time aside to eat breakfast with him in the morning, she couldn't do it every morning but when she did he knew she had work early that day like every day. Because of that he always made breakfast as a silent thanks for the consideration. "By the way Zen," Yumi said as Zen picked up their plates. "Did you hear about the disappearances on the news?" "Nope," Zen responded quickly not shy about showing his disinterest in the subject. "I could care less what happens in the city, none of my business." "You should care more about what happens in your community, anyway they seem to involve the western district train shipping yards, don't go wandering around there they mentioned something about strange figures." Zen wondered how bored he was of the subject right now, he wanted to ignore her but something about the shipping yards pulled at him, though he wasn't sure what exactly that was. "Anyway I gotta go to work, oh right Zen take a good look at me." Zen turned towards his aunt as requested and she spun in a full circle giving a full view of her attire before placing a hand on her hip before speaking again. "How do I look, I'm pretty damn hot right. Badass in terms of fashion and all that I might be home late tonight if you know what I mean." She looked like any other businesswomen in japan, and some of them work skirts not pants but he knew if he was honest she'd probably punch him. "....up until you open your mouth," Zen said sighing. "Yeah you look hot, I'm sure you'll catch a man in no time. Go for it Ganbare." "I feel like your insulting me but I'll let it slide," Yumi said before tossing something at him. Zen caught the object before turning it over, it was a black flip phone with a camera on it he recognized the object as his own cellphone but he wasn't sure why she was giving it to him. "Keep that on you, if I'm going to be late that's the only way I can contact you. Just because you don't have any friends doesn't mean you can't keep it. Later!" With that Yumi walked out of the door, Zen sighed and shoved his phone into his pocket before going to get his school bag wondering how she could have so much energy early in the day. Zen started on his way to school throwing his bag over his shoulder and shoved his hands into his pocket as he made his way to school, the western district train shipping yards had a mother cat there, that's why the place stood out to him. He didn't care about the people getting kidnapped but he was worried for the mother cat, he might take some time stop by there though he didn't want to be late so he wondered if he should wait until after school. With a shrug of his shoulders he kept walking not looking forward to reaching school, if he got there and saw Sayuri he was at a loss on what to do, ignore might be the best option right now. On his way to school Zen came to a sudden stop as he noticed a body in the middle of the road, it was the body of a young girl with red hair, she was wearing his school uniform so she wasn't homeless...at least he didn't think so. Though Zen didn't know who Hatsune was at the moment it wouldn't do to just casually walk past a young lady passed out in the street, a pervert could approach her. "Hey!" Zen said taking his foot and pushing Hastune sides. "The hell're you doing just laying around get up!" He continued to nudge Hatsune yelling at her as he did so, he didn't take into consideration that it looked bad for him to be nudging an unconscious girl with his foot while yelling at her to wake up. "....if you don't wake up I can't promise what'll happen to you," he said taking a hand out of his pocket. Of course he didn't mean himself but he didn't see a reason why he had to clarify that, he wasn't going to stand here and try and wake someone up forever, if he left an unsavory person could come along however and that bothered "Damn it wake up, you know how many guys would go for those sweater melons while your asleep get up."	Name: Zen Ian Yasashiku (Nickname is Kuso due to his personality) Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Male/Male (Including both for political-correctness) Height: 208 Weight: 68kg Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Amber Blood Type: A- Personality: Zen is a person who believes he needs to be self-sufficient and shouldn’t rely on others more than he needs to. He’s normally irritated about one thing or another and believes actions speak louder than words. Zen is normally silent but unfortunately it’s not out of shyness or a desire for solitude; when Zen speaks openly his words are normally harsh and generally hurtful. He lobs insults like their normal greetings and isn’t ashamed to be rude to end a conversation and can sound generally selfish. Thankfully his heart is as big as his mouth and contrary to his irritated outside he has a soft heart and would carry a stranger across fire and brimstone if need be, though he would complain the entire time. He can’t stand this side of himself and seeks to make himself more heartless, due to his conscience however he’s unable to do so and finds it difficult to ignore someone in need. He’s more focused on his own affairs than that of others so war’s and the such are ‘a waste of time’ to him. Origins: Japanese-American (Geographically speaking) History/Bio: Zen grew up in Kyushu born to a Japanese father and American mother, he learned more about American culture due to the influence in the area from a young age thus English became his first language, even his middle name came from his mother’s father. His father however wanted to instill his culture into him so he taught him Japanese and showed him what he was able to. Due to unfortunate circumstances Zen’s father left his mother when he was young and his mother put more focus into her own career as he went into middle school. Zen grew distant with his mother during this time and thanks to a mix of suppressed emotions and confusion Zen became easily irritated and got into fights and generally made more enemies than friends in the neighborhood and school. His mother did what she could to intervene but their relationship only seem to sour as time went by, Zen often came home to an empty home and spent a majority of his time alone, it got to a point where he would look at his mother and saw only a stranger. Eventually he was sent to live with his aunt by his mother in Shikoku who he became close to through their time together. After transferring schools he tried to be more behaved both in and out of school to avoid trouble with his aunt but old habits died hard for him and not being fluent in Japanese made it harder as half the time he couldn’t communicate properly. He doesn’t speak of his time from middle to high school as he has more demons than he cares to admit during it. His aunt helped him adjust to Shikoku and finished teaching where his father stopped. At his aunt’s mention he attended Shirasagi high. Combat Style: Zen has a mix of medium and heavy attacks; his movement is slow due to the force he puts behind his attacks however. He’s a dirty fighter more than willing to throw sand in someone’s eyes, smack them with the nearest object he can find, kick them while their down etc. endurance is the only thing he really has going for him as he prefers getting up close and personal. He’s willing to take a small hit if he can get a big hit in, he focuses on crippling his enemy or at least making them stagger, the moment he gains the upper hand he puts his full force into his attacks inflicting as much damage as possible in the small window he has. The only weapon that interests him is a scythe due to it’s peculiar shape and use but since obtaining one is pretty much impossible a lead pipe get’s the job done just as well. Extra Information: Zen has an unnatural obsession with cats, especially kittens; he can’t stand other animals in any form however. He’s a smoker but being a student he keeps such things to himself except when he has to obtain more. His favorite color is Orchid, he’s speaks fluent English and is experienced in Japanese, however as he doesn’t care much for the language he tends to be lazy with it so it’s not surprising for him not to follow all the rules of it. (he might not call a sempai by their title for example). He has a soft spot for kids and enjoys fishing.
4,306	104	8	2,477	539	Hatsune was in the dream world.All she sees was darkness and she heard a voice "Hey!""the hell are you doing wake up!""if you don't wake up I can't promise that to happen what'll happen to you""Damn it wake up,you know how many guys would go for those sweater melons"The voice seems to be familiar "Z-Zen?" She said then after all of that she regained consciousness "Z-Zen?" She said again as she stands up."What did you just say when I was asleep? You know how many guys would go for those sweater melons?" She asked Zen.Zen didn't respond and he just whistled."Maybe you're one of them? Aren't you?" She asked again.Zen fallen in silence."Pp-Pervert!" She screamed as she kicked Zen in the stomach "Take that by saying sweater melons but thank you for worrying about me Bye!" She added and flees. She continued walking and passed by a TV Store.A breaking news attracted her attention Disappearances in New Harumi City! Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town... "woah... Creepy" she commented and continued walking to her school	Name: Hatsune Minegishi Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Female Height: 155 cm Weight: 51 kg Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Red Blood Type: A In Depth Physical Description: Personality: Hatsune is like any modern teenage girl.She likes shopping,makeup,fashion,etc.She is kind of a spoiled brat when she didn't get what she want since she lived in a rich family.She is very friendly to everyone but a snob to the opposite gender.She might look innocent but don't mess with her or you are gonna feel the pain you will never felt before.Although she had that kind of personality, Hatsune will be the sweetest person you know when you know her deeper. Origins: Japanese History/Bio: Hatsune Minegishi was born in Tokyo,Japan.She lived in a very rich family.She was the one and only daughter of the Minegishi Family that's why she was very special to her parents and her parents will do everything just to make her that is the reason why Hatsune is kind of a spoiled brat.Hatsune might like shopping,makeover,and fashion but she is on the honor roll on her school.She got a lot of friends and she was very popular to boys and girls.Due to the popularity, she made some enemies that were insecure about her popularity but Hatsune doesn't care to the people that hated and focused to the people that loved her.Hatsune dreams to be a Makeup Stylist someday and she is trying hard to be one by practing using makeup and learn makeup styles. Combat Style: Hatsune can kick very powerful due to her inner violent personality.Hatsune's kick is so powerful that it can break someone's leg or back.Also, she will throw any objects that is near to her to the person when she got mad.Hatsune's weapon of interest is a whip.Hatsune's attack are Strong and Fast. Extra Information: Not much to add but she always carry a makeup on her bag.She also have a soft spot to cute things like stuffed toys and baby animals.She secretly loves to eat food although she doesn't want to be fat.
4,307	104	9	1,219	14	Kenichi woke up sweating, he always did when he dreamed about girls. But this dream was different, this dream wasn't about an idol, and it was much more innocent. Kenichi figured that it was because of those 'deeds' that he waked up sweaty. He didn't this time, so he concluded that it was when he dreamed about girls, and Kenichi couldn't deny, he loved them girls. This dream was.. Unusual to say the least. Kenichi kept staring at the ceiling instead of standing up. His mind working at lightning speed, questions popping up in his brain. This was the second time he got a dream like this, in both cases it were people of their school. He already knew their name from the start, but now it feels like it keeps repeating in his head. Mimi Kisaragi to the rescue! Hehe, that would be cute. He twisted his head and looked at his favorite idol. "Maybe I should release some tension."", a perverted smile creeping on his face as his hands lowered, but jerked back up again when his sister stormed in his room. "Jesus christ, why do I always bust you!", she looked disgusted, but Kenichi wasn't bothered. "Hehe, bust me.", Kenichi went in a laughing fit. "I'll strangle you!", she didn't think it was funny. "Now get the fuck up before I'll punch your face in." Yeah, she was always this violent. Kenichi made himself fall out of his bed, and stood up after that. He always did that to wake himself up, but this time it wasn't needed. The dream had shaken him awake already. It toke a while, but he got ready. He toke the newspaper he always read during biking, promotes multi-tasking and concentrating at multiple tasks is what e would always say, and stepped out of the door. Grabbing his bike while placing the newspaper in the build-in standard he created himself. Happy and merrily reading while biking, coming across discussions and facts that made him feel like his IQ was raising on the spot. Until he was greeted by a shocking report. Disappearances in New Harumi City! Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town... Guess where he lived, damn straight. His mind started working again, what if the people he dreamed about were connected to that? And this was Kenichi's History's Smartest Human! Dreaming about every missing report before it happened and- Boom, Kenichi collided head-first into a lamppost. He didn't feel it, he was used to beatings, but the momentum and impact, in combination with his bodyweight did make him knock back into the floor, making it seem like it hurt more than it actually did.	Name: Kenichi Koba (Or the 'Mad Scientist') Age: 16 Gender/Sex: male Height: 175 cm Weight: 70 kg Hair Color:Black-grayish. Eye Color:Black Blood Type: AB In Depth Physical Description: But then with black eyes. Personality: Kenichi is known as 'Mad Scientist' because he knows a lot about science. He excels in everything science related, but is one of the best student in physics, biology and chemistry in the country often applying them in reality. He is average in other classes. He literally can't remember a time he got lower than a B for something science related. He is very analytical if he concentrates, almost changing into a detective in reading body language or finding flaws. This is only when he actually tries to analyze however, normally he isn't that cautious. Otherwise, Kenichi is a textbook example of a 'Comical Relief' character. He falls in love with every remotely attractive girl he sees, is a pervert and not scared to admit it and cracks so many jokes that people would think he's the only one talking. He lacks common sense in some areas, but hypocritically judges other people if they do so too in other areas. He is a real nerd and geek. He knows everything about every Idol, game, anime or manga that he can get his hands on. He even taught himself how to hack and frequently does so with his friends for fun. Origins: Japan History/Bio: Kenichiwas bullied. Not 'harmless' bullying of everyone ignoring him. In fact, he had a lot of friends from all type of social groups, even popular ones. His bullying was the destructive bullying. They would literally physically assault him just inches of needing to go do the hospital, multiple times a week for two main reasons. One, he was a pacifist till his sixteenth, vowing to never hit someone even if provoked. Two, he was physically frail, he couldn't dish out much, he was bad at sports and an easy target. They used him as a let out. The bullying got progressively worse and worse, until he got used to it, he didn't fight back, he just toke the beating and ran away when the opportunity would arise. The aggressiveness and violence caused his pacifism to be shifted into a average mindset. If violence is needed, then violence is needed. When the bullies attacked him on his own birthday, that's when he developed his trademark fighting style. They attacked him the same way they always did. Kenichi knew exactly how they moved in a fight, he had endured that for years now, and he toke advantage of that by punching someone full force on the windpipe. Almost choking him to dead until he recovered, scaring all the bullies away for a life time. Combat Style: He is highly enduring and has impressive speed because he had to endure the physical assaults of his bullies and run away when he can. He has low strength, mainly because he doesn't use strength based attacks much. His fighting style is a like a tactical tank, it endures enough blows to analyze the opponent, until he finds a weakness and gets used to the opponent's rhythm. If he does, he'll hit and run while setting up dynamic traps taking advantage of the information he gathered while fighting up close. He also is one of the most knowledgeable in physics and biology, knowing exactly where to hit and applying physics rules to help pack the punch his muscles aren't able to. His weapons mostly consists of illegal Chinese firework and threads, hoping to upgrade it to Dynamite and sharp threads if he ever gets the money. Extra Information: (Stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else; hobbies, trinkets that they carry, markings... Spoken languages are also quite important!) Besides Japanese he can speak Russian, Chinese and English due to the fact that they are one of the most spoken languages in the world. He is also good at hacking.
4,308	104	10	1,437	106	Mimi woke up with a strange dream about a nerdy guy that introduced himself in the dream as Kenichi.He seems doing an experiment and it exploded all of a sudden.Mimi cleared her mind and proceeded downstairs to meet her uncle."Good Morning Mimi!" Her uncle greeted.Mimi was a silent person so she didn't respond."haha... Same as always" her uncle laughed "By the way you want some dumplings?" Her uncle asked.Mimi nodded."Here you go!" Her uncle said as he put some dumplings in Mimi's plate.Mimi then ate her breakfast."Thank you uncle" Mimi thanked her uncle and her uncle just smiled. After that, she took a bath then put on her school uniform and she is on the way to school.She passed by a old man reading a newspaper with this headline "Disappearances in New Harumi City" then she stopped."Hello sir can I borrow your newspaper for a while" Mimi asked "Uhh... Sure" the old man replied and gave the newspaper to Mimi.Mimi then reads the headline Disappearances in New Harumi City! Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town... After reading, Mimi returned the newspaper to the old man and continued her way to school	Name: Mimi Kisaragi Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Female Height: 178 cm Weight: 63 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: O Personality: Mimi was a very silent girl and doesn't speak but she speaks when needed.If someone is there for her, she will do everything to keep her.She might be silent but she can be aggressive when abused.A good sport.Sometimes. she can be different when intrigued at something that would change her personality Origins: Japan History/Bio: Mimi Kisaragi was born in Hokkaido,Japan.She was very young when she was trained to be a great samurai because the Kisaragi family are samurai for generations even females.So it's a family tradition to be a samurai for them.She was not allowed to socialized and go outside because of that and Mimi got nothing but train,train,and train.She is not just a samurai but she is also an athlete in her school that won 6 athletics(track and field) contest in a row.She was the greatest honor of her school and family.One day, a super typhoon strucked Hokkaido that killed thousands of people.Mimi lost everything because of the typhoon her family,friends,everything.Mimi didn't lose hope because her uncle which was living in New Harumi for 3 years adopted and raised her like she is her own daughter. Combat Style: Due to her samurai skills her attacks are very fast and powerful.She can also use hand-to-hand combat Extra Information: She carries a real samurai sword on her back but always lie that it is a wooden practice sword so she can use it when in trouble
4,309	104	11	1,593	16	Yuuhei opened his eyes with utter confusion as he found himself in an empty street of Tokyo. At first Yuuhei thought that his uncle finally threw him out into the street while he slept, but seeing as there was nobody but himself in the street, he deduced that this was just a dream. He walked around for a while until he found a figure in the distance. He ran towards the figure and getting closer, he sees that the figure is of a girl. She was shorter than Yuuhei, she had red hair and red eyes, and she wore the Shirasagi High uniform for girls. He wondered why he's having this dream about this girl, but the dream was abruptly stopped as he feels a blunt pain on his waist and a loud noise, "Yuuhei! Wake up you lazy shit!" Yuuhei woke up while covering his right side. Looking up, he sees his uncle looking back at him with a glare. "It's already 5 AM and we have to do something this morning. Get your ass up and get ready for school." His uncle leaves and Yuuhei thinks about the name of the girl in his dream, Hatsune Minegishi. When the pain subsided, he stood up and walked downstairs and cooked for himself and his uncle. "Ramen again, huh... the tenth day straight" his uncle said. "Deal with it you ungrateful bastard. Be happy I'm not preparing an old running shoe, some dirt, and a cup of piss," Yuuhei replied. His uncle has a small laugh, "knowing you, you'd probably do it... and it'd probably taste better than what I can make." After finishing cooking, Yuuhei takes two bowls and serves himself and his uncle. "It's almost 6 30, we're gonna do something soon," his uncle says. "Go take a shower and get ready for school." Yuuhei goes on to take a shower, brushes his teeth, then puts his uniform on. After putting his uniform on, he goes downstairs and sees his uncle with a cup of coffee and is watching TV. The speaker blares out and Yuuhei hears the report today- Disappearances in New Harumi City! Authorities suggest a connection with recent sightings of strange figures in the western district shipping trainyards. Citizens are urged to stay away for the time being, however no evidence has been found, with the police expected to change focus later today to the earlier murder of Doctor Tanigawa in the outskirts of town... - His uncle turns off the TV and turns to Yuuhei, "You finished getting ready?" "Yeah, what are we doing anyway?" Yuuhei asks. "We just need to replace the chairs with the newer chairs I just ordered and throw the old ones in my truck, I won't be able to finish by myself before the restaurant opens." Yuuhei stands on the last step to the bottom, looking at his uncle with an odd look. "Geez, you're becoming more like my brother everyday. Look, I'll raise your wage this week if you do this." Yuuhei nods then starts to take the old chairs and taking them to his uncle's truck, and his uncle follows. After they finish, Yuuhei almost got out the door until he was interrupted by his uncle, "Don't do anything dumb." "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to get myself killed. Besides, I can handle myself in a fight," Yuuhei says before leaving for school.	Name: Yuuhei Hoshimine Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Male Height: 182 cm Weight: 76 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark Brown Blood Type: A- In Depth Physical Description: Personality: Yuuhei's personality is influenced mostly by three people; those being his mother, father, and uncle. As a child, when his father had nearly no time to spend with Yuuhei, his mother had the greatest influence during this time. She taught him to be a calm and composed gentleman, which shows now as he is a tolerant and composed person. During his life in America, his father had more time to spend time with him and in contrast to his mother, his father taught him that the world is survival of the fittest and that whatever he decides on should benefit him in one way or another, turning him into a somewhat manipulative and merciless bastard. The contrast of personalities between his parents always made him question why they got married, but Yuuhei ended up with a bit of both his parents personalities anyway. As for his uncle, although he had been indirectly responsible for Yuuhei's parents' death, Yuuhei holds no grudge towards his uncle and was influenced a little bit after being adopted by him. Yuuhei got a little bit of his uncle's uncaring nature, making Yuuhei apathetic towards a lot of things. And because of his uncle's supreme apathy and being generally annoying, his uncle is the only one to ever break both his patience and tolerance, which usually ends with both of them in a friendly fight. Origins: Japanese Canadian History/Bio: Yuuhei was born to a Japanese father and a Canadian mother in Ottawa, Canada. His mother was a stay-at-home mom and his father was a pretty successful businessman, which let Yuuhei live a somewhat luxurious lifestyle as a child, like going to an elite private school, where he learned both English and French, and also excelled greatly in athletics. Outside of school, he learned taekwando and savate at a local community centre. When he was 9, Yuuhei's family had to move to Chicago, Illinois due to his father's job. There he went to another elite private school that had a bigger emphasis on athletics and joined a boxing club. With his past experience in savate and taekwando, Yuuhei quickly advanced over everyone and after three years, he was given a choice of going to state and national championships. He accepted the invitation and it resulted in him being the state champion and placed top 50 in the nationals. After another year of training and developing an unorthodox boxing style, Yuuhei got into the championship again, this time placing 3rd in the nationals. However, before his third time in the championships got around, Yuuhei's family had to move to Japan, once again because of his father's job, or changing of jobs. After changing jobs, Yuuhei's father became the business manager of his uncle, Hana Hoshimine's, newly opened restaurant joint in New Harumi City. Being only 14, Yuuhei was enrolled in a junior high school that focused on athletics, and like in America, he joined another boxing club, quickly excelling as one of the best in the school. However, before he was able to join any tournaments, it turns out that before Yuuhei's uncle opened his restaurant, he was a former yakuza member who left with some 'disagreements' with other members, who then killed Yuuhei's parents after knowing they were related to his uncle. Feeling a bit responsible, Yuuhei's uncle told the truth to Yuuhei and adopted him. Two years later, his uncle enrolls him at Shirasagi High. Combat Style: Yuuhei has a unique style which uses all three of the martial arts he's learned in his life. His style uses quick and precise attacks that target weak points. His movements chain together into one fluid motion, which allows Yuuhei to dish out multiple attacks in a short amount of time. Yuuhei also has some experience with handguns thanks to his uncle. Of course, his experience amounts only to being able to aim and shoot at a slow moving target. Extra Information: - Yuuhei was taught English and French in the private school he went to in Canada, while he was taught Japanese by his father and uncle - Yuuhei works part-time in his uncle's restaurant joint, "Star's Blossom", mostly as a waiter but sometimes fills in as a chef
4,310	104	12	1,445	4,074	Trust nothing but pain to get me through the daze. Sleep with one eye open not to be their prey. Fist against my face they bring me to my knees, the pressure's crushing down so hard I can't break freeeee... Shahbaz sang as he and Dominick passed a gas station where they usually picked up drinks. They didn't this morning simply because neither one of them were feeling thirsty. Dominick was walking along, holding his cane like a Microphone. "When I can feel my skin craaaawl... When I'm about to craaaack... The hunger for revenge gives me strength to staaaand..." Both the boys took a deep breath before they both sang out at the same time. It was... Decent. At least they got the lyrics right. "I will be your deaaaadmaaan! With nothing but this blood on my hands! Stuck in your "Wonderlaaaaand"! I just want to make you bleed like me..." Soon Shahbaz stopped singing. Dominick continued on with the song for a moment until he noticed Shahbaz was silent. "Yo wussup? See something?" Shahbaz pointed towards someone laying on the floor, not that it would help Dominick. "Yeah, looks like someone took a nap in the streets. He's wearing our uniform too. Should we go check it out?" Dominick pondered his options. There was still a lot of time before school started, but who knows how long this would take. Worse comes to worse, they could say they were helping a fellow student out. He just hoped they didn't walk onto a crime scene. "Yeah, let's see what's up." The two boys walked over to the kid on the ground. He had blond hair and Shahbaz actually recognized him. "Aye, it's Kuso!" Dominick turned to him and gave him a strange look. "That's not very nice. But I take it you know who he is?" Dominick said to Shahbaz in English. His friend nodded his head and walked away from the body. "Yeah, he's kind of an ass. I mean, not to me, but I've heard people talking about him. He's not good news." Dominick pondered some more. He didn't want any trouble, but this "Kuso" fellow seemed to be in some sort of trouble at least. He walked over to where the body was, poking the ground until his cane poked into what felt like flesh. "Hello? Are you well? Do you need assistance?" Dominick said in Japanese.	Name: Dominick Yang (Or "Dominick Asahi" when he's using his father's surname in western orientation), Bandages (Cause he usually has those over his eyes), "Peerless Mastermind of Oblivious" (In game title in fighting games) Age: 18 Gender/Sex: Male Height: 172.72 CM Weight: 70 kg (Average) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Solid Black (Due to Hyphema) Blood Type: B+ In Depth Physical Description: Bandages or some sort of blindfold is nearly always present over his eyes, due to his blindness. He finds glasses tedious to deal with. Personality: If there's much anything to say about Dominick, it's that he's certainly an odd person. Not in a bad way, just quirky. Aside from his bandages, you may even think he's just your average joe. Dominick himself is a affable person and very tolerate and patient, almost to a fault. He's not a very pushy person, and though he'll always stand his ground, don't expect him to really throw his weight around. He's still fairly curious however, and always thinks about every situation he can detect around him. He may be blind, but that only makes him want to get as deep into whatever business that interest him, given that he can't exactly make judgement at face-value. He's also what you might call "genre savvy" given that his former pastime was a lot of reading, and since he can't exactly do that anymore he tends to imagine that his life is playing out like some sort of game or anime. He may even draw up stat charts for everyone. He tends to bottle up his anger, trying to put away somewhere dark where it'll be forgotten and never disturbed. But something about him makes it quite clear that his tolerance and kindness is merely something he chooses to do, not something that is deeply ingrained into his character. Origins: American, who is living in Japan, but ethically Hmong History/Bio: Dominick was born in California of the United States of America. His parents were immigrants, making life a bit difficult for them at first. Dominick had to deal with the usual issues of being a first generation child would, such as being forced to chose between two cultures, the one of his family or the one of the place he lived. He tried to maintain a balance, but more often than not he identifies himself as an American. he never learned the language of his parents, instead spending much of his youth with friends and extended family as they adapted to their new home. Dominick's youth was spent doing usual kids things. He himself took up many interests, the main three being story-telling, martial arts, and cooking. At a young age he was one of the best readers in his school, able to go through books with hundreds of pages in a day. When he was ten years old his parents signed him up in martial arts classes, which he grew very attached to. And of course, when the days winded down, he wanted to do nothing more than eat. His parents were good cooks, but he wanted more, something more pleasing to his palate. Those three things were the main things he worried about in his adolescence, with the future and the things it brought being naught but a distance memory. But over time, he began to wonder what he would do with himself. What he was, and how it would help him. But he had confidence that his abilities would help him make something of his life. But that was before the accidents. When Dominick was fifteen years old, he and his parents got into a car accident. His father was killed on impact, trying to steer the car away from the collision. Dominick was sitting at the front, but despite his father's efforts he wasn't spared. Large shards of glasses cut into Donny's eyes before he could even blink, causing massive hemorrhaging though his iris and sclera. His mother was mostly unharmed, but the shock continued to pain her to this day. Dominick's life was saved, but his eyes sight was forever lost. The doctors managed to restore his eyes so that they would be able to heal, but his sight would never return. He struggled to do many of the things he enjoyed, and felt that he lost much of what made Dominick himself. He tried to keep a happy outlook on life, but it was difficult to see anything good about life when everything was nothing but darkness. During the years his mother remarried to a fairly rich Japanese man. He was a business man who helped run some sort of beer company back on the mainland, who just recently inherited some restate from his own father who, in a twist of fate that made Dominick question the world, died in a car accident. By this time Dominick has gotten fairly used to his own predicament but still had difficulties finding something to do with himself. He actually agreed to come with his mother to Japan in the hopes that somehow, he could find a place there. Combat Style: Statistically speaking, Dominick has high defense and agility points, though his accuracy and strength are fairly lacking. He makes up for it by being able to weather through many types of damage, or outright dodge them, combating his enemies through a battle of attrition. And though blind, he hasn't lost any of his martial skills. When on the offensive he can either unleash fast and furious attacks or wait until the enemy strikes and counters for massive damage. The former is erratic in it's damage output however due to it's low accuracy and the fact that each strike is fast but doesn't have much weight behind them, while the latter requires his enemy to actually to get the first strike in and hoping that he could either survive or avoid the attack. Dominick himself is skilled with rods and staffs as weapons, though his training also involved body weights, meaning that he's also a dangerous fighter using just full armor. And of course, should things get really desperate, he can always rely on his hand-to-hand training. Extra Information: Dominick speaks English fluently, though his Japanese is somewhat decent. He speaks very politely when in Japanese, but he's much more coarse and honest in English under the assumption that no one would understand him. Dominick also carries two of his retractable walking sticks (One for regular use and the other in case he loses the first one) just about everywhere he goes out of necessity, though it also is handy as emergency weapons thanks to it's length and sturdiness. Additionally, Dominick has new hobbies in the form of listening to music and audiobooks. He still does some Martial Art's training at a public dojo and can still cook despite all that's happened. His mother has a day job working at a bakery, which he helps out when he can/has to. Lastly, though he makes sure not to let anyone know this, he's a regular drinker even though he's underage. His step-father introduced it to him and always hammered in that he must drink responsibly, so he only has a few cans when he's certain that he's going to be home afterwards. Dominick has grown fond of drinking various beers his father provides him, almost to the point that it's an addiction.
4,311	104	13	1,577	573	Zen held his stomach as he lay on the ground coughing a little as he picked up the sound of voices, he wasn't sure what that was all about but that girl caught him off guard completely. That's the last time he checked on someone passed out on the ground, he should have just kept walking like any other normal person and ignored her, at the very least he wouldn't be in pain right now. While trying to get up he heard 'kuso' causing his eye to twitch a little as he caught it from the two's conversation. He felt something prod him and looked over to see the cane before his eyes moved up it to the person holding it, he arched a brow seeing the bandages over his eyes but stood up as he had just spoken to him after all. "I'm fine," he said with a bit more irritation than necessary. "Just a little pissed since some red headed girl with huge cans kicked me in the stomach when I found her in the middle of the road. I was already pissed off and that didn't help." Zen brushed off the bottom of his uniform before picking up his bag and throwing it back over his shoulder, his gaze immediately shot to Shahbaz before his eyes narrowed into a glare, he leaned forward tilting his head as he looked at him noting he seemed to be standing back a bit. "Don't think I didn't catch what you said either, my name is Zen dammit. I should beat the crap out of you just for saying that...but your friend here was considerate enough to check on me so I'll let it go. Unless you two aren't friends then I don't see a reason not to hit you though going off what I was hearing I'm going to assume you are." Zen straightened his body and cracked his knuckles as his attention remained on Shahbaz. "It's going to be real hard to ignore that 'he's kind an ass' comment though so don't come near me as I tend to remember things like that for awhile." He shoved his hand in his pocket and looked back at Dominick his gaze focused on his bandages for a moment before he spoke needing to address him too. "You the not rude one," he said referring to Dominick. "Thank you for not just walking by but the same goes to you I don't want to to be anywhere near either of you, I'm content with remaining strangers." Zen's attention went to their uniform, they looked just like his actually now that he thought about it that girl had the uniform on. "You attend my school...damn it," Zen said. "This event never happened, speak of it and we'll have a problem later. Go on ahead if I encounter that girl again I don't trust myself so I'm going to let her get a good head start before I start walking again."	Name: Zen Ian Yasashiku (Nickname is Kuso due to his personality) Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Male/Male (Including both for political-correctness) Height: 208 Weight: 68kg Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Amber Blood Type: A- Personality: Zen is a person who believes he needs to be self-sufficient and shouldn’t rely on others more than he needs to. He’s normally irritated about one thing or another and believes actions speak louder than words. Zen is normally silent but unfortunately it’s not out of shyness or a desire for solitude; when Zen speaks openly his words are normally harsh and generally hurtful. He lobs insults like their normal greetings and isn’t ashamed to be rude to end a conversation and can sound generally selfish. Thankfully his heart is as big as his mouth and contrary to his irritated outside he has a soft heart and would carry a stranger across fire and brimstone if need be, though he would complain the entire time. He can’t stand this side of himself and seeks to make himself more heartless, due to his conscience however he’s unable to do so and finds it difficult to ignore someone in need. He’s more focused on his own affairs than that of others so war’s and the such are ‘a waste of time’ to him. Origins: Japanese-American (Geographically speaking) History/Bio: Zen grew up in Kyushu born to a Japanese father and American mother, he learned more about American culture due to the influence in the area from a young age thus English became his first language, even his middle name came from his mother’s father. His father however wanted to instill his culture into him so he taught him Japanese and showed him what he was able to. Due to unfortunate circumstances Zen’s father left his mother when he was young and his mother put more focus into her own career as he went into middle school. Zen grew distant with his mother during this time and thanks to a mix of suppressed emotions and confusion Zen became easily irritated and got into fights and generally made more enemies than friends in the neighborhood and school. His mother did what she could to intervene but their relationship only seem to sour as time went by, Zen often came home to an empty home and spent a majority of his time alone, it got to a point where he would look at his mother and saw only a stranger. Eventually he was sent to live with his aunt by his mother in Shikoku who he became close to through their time together. After transferring schools he tried to be more behaved both in and out of school to avoid trouble with his aunt but old habits died hard for him and not being fluent in Japanese made it harder as half the time he couldn’t communicate properly. He doesn’t speak of his time from middle to high school as he has more demons than he cares to admit during it. His aunt helped him adjust to Shikoku and finished teaching where his father stopped. At his aunt’s mention he attended Shirasagi high. Combat Style: Zen has a mix of medium and heavy attacks; his movement is slow due to the force he puts behind his attacks however. He’s a dirty fighter more than willing to throw sand in someone’s eyes, smack them with the nearest object he can find, kick them while their down etc. endurance is the only thing he really has going for him as he prefers getting up close and personal. He’s willing to take a small hit if he can get a big hit in, he focuses on crippling his enemy or at least making them stagger, the moment he gains the upper hand he puts his full force into his attacks inflicting as much damage as possible in the small window he has. The only weapon that interests him is a scythe due to it’s peculiar shape and use but since obtaining one is pretty much impossible a lead pipe get’s the job done just as well. Extra Information: Zen has an unnatural obsession with cats, especially kittens; he can’t stand other animals in any form however. He’s a smoker but being a student he keeps such things to himself except when he has to obtain more. His favorite color is Orchid, he’s speaks fluent English and is experienced in Japanese, however as he doesn’t care much for the language he tends to be lazy with it so it’s not surprising for him not to follow all the rules of it. (he might not call a sempai by their title for example). He has a soft spot for kids and enjoys fishing.
4,312	104	14	2,477	539	Hatsune was walking and walking until she bumped a girl with a wooden practice sword on her back."Oh I'm sorry.Are you okay? I'm very very sorry" Hatsune apologized to the girl."By the way, I'm Hatsune Minegishi nice to meet you" she introduced herself "Ohhh... I noticed that you're going to the same school that I'm attending so why can't we walk together there and let's be friends" she invited the girl as she lends her hand.	Name: Hatsune Minegishi Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Female Height: 155 cm Weight: 51 kg Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Red Blood Type: A In Depth Physical Description: Personality: Hatsune is like any modern teenage girl.She likes shopping,makeup,fashion,etc.She is kind of a spoiled brat when she didn't get what she want since she lived in a rich family.She is very friendly to everyone but a snob to the opposite gender.She might look innocent but don't mess with her or you are gonna feel the pain you will never felt before.Although she had that kind of personality, Hatsune will be the sweetest person you know when you know her deeper. Origins: Japanese History/Bio: Hatsune Minegishi was born in Tokyo,Japan.She lived in a very rich family.She was the one and only daughter of the Minegishi Family that's why she was very special to her parents and her parents will do everything just to make her that is the reason why Hatsune is kind of a spoiled brat.Hatsune might like shopping,makeover,and fashion but she is on the honor roll on her school.She got a lot of friends and she was very popular to boys and girls.Due to the popularity, she made some enemies that were insecure about her popularity but Hatsune doesn't care to the people that hated and focused to the people that loved her.Hatsune dreams to be a Makeup Stylist someday and she is trying hard to be one by practing using makeup and learn makeup styles. Combat Style: Hatsune can kick very powerful due to her inner violent personality.Hatsune's kick is so powerful that it can break someone's leg or back.Also, she will throw any objects that is near to her to the person when she got mad.Hatsune's weapon of interest is a whip.Hatsune's attack are Strong and Fast. Extra Information: Not much to add but she always carry a makeup on her bag.She also have a soft spot to cute things like stuffed toys and baby animals.She secretly loves to eat food although she doesn't want to be fat.
4,313	104	15	1,437	106	Mimi got bumped with a red-haired girl and she asks Mimi if she was okay then Mimi nodded.The girl then introduced herself as "Hatsune Minegishi"."Uhh... I'm Mimi Kisaragi ummm... Nice to meet you too" Mimi introduced herself as well.Hatsune invites Mimi to walk to the school with her because they have the same uniform, Mimi nodded then they started walking.	Name: Mimi Kisaragi Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Female Height: 178 cm Weight: 63 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Blood Type: O Personality: Mimi was a very silent girl and doesn't speak but she speaks when needed.If someone is there for her, she will do everything to keep her.She might be silent but she can be aggressive when abused.A good sport.Sometimes. she can be different when intrigued at something that would change her personality Origins: Japan History/Bio: Mimi Kisaragi was born in Hokkaido,Japan.She was very young when she was trained to be a great samurai because the Kisaragi family are samurai for generations even females.So it's a family tradition to be a samurai for them.She was not allowed to socialized and go outside because of that and Mimi got nothing but train,train,and train.She is not just a samurai but she is also an athlete in her school that won 6 athletics(track and field) contest in a row.She was the greatest honor of her school and family.One day, a super typhoon strucked Hokkaido that killed thousands of people.Mimi lost everything because of the typhoon her family,friends,everything.Mimi didn't lose hope because her uncle which was living in New Harumi for 3 years adopted and raised her like she is her own daughter. Combat Style: Due to her samurai skills her attacks are very fast and powerful.She can also use hand-to-hand combat Extra Information: She carries a real samurai sword on her back but always lie that it is a wooden practice sword so she can use it when in trouble
4,314	104	16	1,445	4,074	Shahbaz clenched his fist and got ready for a fight, but Dominick just chuckled. He could take care of himself, but he would also have to deal with his own fights too. "My name is Dominick... Dominick Yang. Yes, I do go to Shirasagi. I take it that you do as well?" Dominick pondered something to himself. Wouldn't it be just fun to keep bothering him? Shahbaz turned to Dominick and gave him a inquisitive look. "Hey uh, I'm going to go on ahead. See you later!" Dominick waved him goodbye. Once he was out of earshot, he spoke again. "I apologize for his words. I'm sure he did not mean to call you that as an insult, merely as the only name that he knew you by. But since you have introduced yourself to him, I'm sure that he will correct his mistake." Dominick stood beside Zen, waiting for him to go. Dominick had a smile on his face brought about from his current attempt at trying to befriend this Zen. Surely he would be more interested in Dominick's shenanigans that his black best friend. You mentioned something about a girl, ealier? I don't suppose she was the one who knocked you onto the floor?"	Name: Dominick Yang (Or "Dominick Asahi" when he's using his father's surname in western orientation), Bandages (Cause he usually has those over his eyes), "Peerless Mastermind of Oblivious" (In game title in fighting games) Age: 18 Gender/Sex: Male Height: 172.72 CM Weight: 70 kg (Average) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Solid Black (Due to Hyphema) Blood Type: B+ In Depth Physical Description: Bandages or some sort of blindfold is nearly always present over his eyes, due to his blindness. He finds glasses tedious to deal with. Personality: If there's much anything to say about Dominick, it's that he's certainly an odd person. Not in a bad way, just quirky. Aside from his bandages, you may even think he's just your average joe. Dominick himself is a affable person and very tolerate and patient, almost to a fault. He's not a very pushy person, and though he'll always stand his ground, don't expect him to really throw his weight around. He's still fairly curious however, and always thinks about every situation he can detect around him. He may be blind, but that only makes him want to get as deep into whatever business that interest him, given that he can't exactly make judgement at face-value. He's also what you might call "genre savvy" given that his former pastime was a lot of reading, and since he can't exactly do that anymore he tends to imagine that his life is playing out like some sort of game or anime. He may even draw up stat charts for everyone. He tends to bottle up his anger, trying to put away somewhere dark where it'll be forgotten and never disturbed. But something about him makes it quite clear that his tolerance and kindness is merely something he chooses to do, not something that is deeply ingrained into his character. Origins: American, who is living in Japan, but ethically Hmong History/Bio: Dominick was born in California of the United States of America. His parents were immigrants, making life a bit difficult for them at first. Dominick had to deal with the usual issues of being a first generation child would, such as being forced to chose between two cultures, the one of his family or the one of the place he lived. He tried to maintain a balance, but more often than not he identifies himself as an American. he never learned the language of his parents, instead spending much of his youth with friends and extended family as they adapted to their new home. Dominick's youth was spent doing usual kids things. He himself took up many interests, the main three being story-telling, martial arts, and cooking. At a young age he was one of the best readers in his school, able to go through books with hundreds of pages in a day. When he was ten years old his parents signed him up in martial arts classes, which he grew very attached to. And of course, when the days winded down, he wanted to do nothing more than eat. His parents were good cooks, but he wanted more, something more pleasing to his palate. Those three things were the main things he worried about in his adolescence, with the future and the things it brought being naught but a distance memory. But over time, he began to wonder what he would do with himself. What he was, and how it would help him. But he had confidence that his abilities would help him make something of his life. But that was before the accidents. When Dominick was fifteen years old, he and his parents got into a car accident. His father was killed on impact, trying to steer the car away from the collision. Dominick was sitting at the front, but despite his father's efforts he wasn't spared. Large shards of glasses cut into Donny's eyes before he could even blink, causing massive hemorrhaging though his iris and sclera. His mother was mostly unharmed, but the shock continued to pain her to this day. Dominick's life was saved, but his eyes sight was forever lost. The doctors managed to restore his eyes so that they would be able to heal, but his sight would never return. He struggled to do many of the things he enjoyed, and felt that he lost much of what made Dominick himself. He tried to keep a happy outlook on life, but it was difficult to see anything good about life when everything was nothing but darkness. During the years his mother remarried to a fairly rich Japanese man. He was a business man who helped run some sort of beer company back on the mainland, who just recently inherited some restate from his own father who, in a twist of fate that made Dominick question the world, died in a car accident. By this time Dominick has gotten fairly used to his own predicament but still had difficulties finding something to do with himself. He actually agreed to come with his mother to Japan in the hopes that somehow, he could find a place there. Combat Style: Statistically speaking, Dominick has high defense and agility points, though his accuracy and strength are fairly lacking. He makes up for it by being able to weather through many types of damage, or outright dodge them, combating his enemies through a battle of attrition. And though blind, he hasn't lost any of his martial skills. When on the offensive he can either unleash fast and furious attacks or wait until the enemy strikes and counters for massive damage. The former is erratic in it's damage output however due to it's low accuracy and the fact that each strike is fast but doesn't have much weight behind them, while the latter requires his enemy to actually to get the first strike in and hoping that he could either survive or avoid the attack. Dominick himself is skilled with rods and staffs as weapons, though his training also involved body weights, meaning that he's also a dangerous fighter using just full armor. And of course, should things get really desperate, he can always rely on his hand-to-hand training. Extra Information: Dominick speaks English fluently, though his Japanese is somewhat decent. He speaks very politely when in Japanese, but he's much more coarse and honest in English under the assumption that no one would understand him. Dominick also carries two of his retractable walking sticks (One for regular use and the other in case he loses the first one) just about everywhere he goes out of necessity, though it also is handy as emergency weapons thanks to it's length and sturdiness. Additionally, Dominick has new hobbies in the form of listening to music and audiobooks. He still does some Martial Art's training at a public dojo and can still cook despite all that's happened. His mother has a day job working at a bakery, which he helps out when he can/has to. Lastly, though he makes sure not to let anyone know this, he's a regular drinker even though he's underage. His step-father introduced it to him and always hammered in that he must drink responsibly, so he only has a few cans when he's certain that he's going to be home afterwards. Dominick has grown fond of drinking various beers his father provides him, almost to the point that it's an addiction.
4,315	104	17	1,577	573	Zen watched Shahbaz with careful eyes his gaze only moving as Dominick spoke his name, hearing he did go to his school only depressed him though it was obvious from the uniform he wouldn't have minded being wrong. When Shahbaz left Zen watched him until he faded into the distance, he made a mental note of him just in case he had to deal with things later. His attention returned to Dominick when he defended Shahabaz only to stand next to him, Zen's eye twitched seeing that Dominick didn't intend on going away. The last thing he needed to deal with was people right now, again this was a situation where he could have just ignored them and went on his way and he'd be in a better off position but that was hoping for too much now. "I don't care what his reasons were," Zen said shaking his head. "The reason doesn't change the fact it happened, and he doesn't need to correct the mistake, if he doesn't talk to me I'm happy and everything is how it should be." Zen looked over at Dominick seeing the smile on his face, he arched a brow at him before speaking again. "I don't know what the hell your deal is Yang or what you game is but you can go screw yourself if you think I'm walking with you I'm going ahead." Zen started walking but he froze as a realization hit him, he really didn't want to be alone with his thoughts right now, not after that messed up dream he had and furthermore the man next to him seemed to be blind or at least visually impaired. School's only been in sessions for three days, he wasn't sure if Dominick knew the way to school yet on his own, if he did then he could just abandon him but if he didn't then that could reflect badly later. There was someone that could tie the two of them together and what if something happened like he got lost, or hit by a car or something, he doubted people would give him the benefit of the doubt. Aside from the fact his conscience would eat at him, there was a pretty damn good chance it would reflect back on him poorly which would only mess up his already shitty reputation no pun intended. "Ah fuck it!" Zen exclaimed. "I need a distraction anyway after all the crap from this morning, damn news reports and everything else so I can deal with your nauseating presence Yang just don't stand too close, hurry up if your coming. The moment we reached the school however if you stay within five feet of me I can't promise my actions." With that Zen started walking shoving his hand into his pocket before he spoke remembered he had asked a question about the girl. "Yeah it was some red headed girl with huge ta-ta's, she yelled at me for calling her dual headlights sweater melons and kicked me. Don't see why that was necessary since it was a fact the things were freakin huge, personality was violent though found that out the hard way. Not entirely sure why I'm being descriptive since I believe you haven't seen her, that was not a crack at your sight either school's been open for three days I'd be surprised if you knew her. I know that damn girl goes to my school though and with that bodacious chest she'll be easy to pick out, when I get my hands around her neck...actually no that would just look bad without the whole story being known. Screw it I'll figure something out at some point."	Name: Zen Ian Yasashiku (Nickname is Kuso due to his personality) Age: 17 Gender/Sex: Male/Male (Including both for political-correctness) Height: 208 Weight: 68kg Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Amber Blood Type: A- Personality: Zen is a person who believes he needs to be self-sufficient and shouldn’t rely on others more than he needs to. He’s normally irritated about one thing or another and believes actions speak louder than words. Zen is normally silent but unfortunately it’s not out of shyness or a desire for solitude; when Zen speaks openly his words are normally harsh and generally hurtful. He lobs insults like their normal greetings and isn’t ashamed to be rude to end a conversation and can sound generally selfish. Thankfully his heart is as big as his mouth and contrary to his irritated outside he has a soft heart and would carry a stranger across fire and brimstone if need be, though he would complain the entire time. He can’t stand this side of himself and seeks to make himself more heartless, due to his conscience however he’s unable to do so and finds it difficult to ignore someone in need. He’s more focused on his own affairs than that of others so war’s and the such are ‘a waste of time’ to him. Origins: Japanese-American (Geographically speaking) History/Bio: Zen grew up in Kyushu born to a Japanese father and American mother, he learned more about American culture due to the influence in the area from a young age thus English became his first language, even his middle name came from his mother’s father. His father however wanted to instill his culture into him so he taught him Japanese and showed him what he was able to. Due to unfortunate circumstances Zen’s father left his mother when he was young and his mother put more focus into her own career as he went into middle school. Zen grew distant with his mother during this time and thanks to a mix of suppressed emotions and confusion Zen became easily irritated and got into fights and generally made more enemies than friends in the neighborhood and school. His mother did what she could to intervene but their relationship only seem to sour as time went by, Zen often came home to an empty home and spent a majority of his time alone, it got to a point where he would look at his mother and saw only a stranger. Eventually he was sent to live with his aunt by his mother in Shikoku who he became close to through their time together. After transferring schools he tried to be more behaved both in and out of school to avoid trouble with his aunt but old habits died hard for him and not being fluent in Japanese made it harder as half the time he couldn’t communicate properly. He doesn’t speak of his time from middle to high school as he has more demons than he cares to admit during it. His aunt helped him adjust to Shikoku and finished teaching where his father stopped. At his aunt’s mention he attended Shirasagi high. Combat Style: Zen has a mix of medium and heavy attacks; his movement is slow due to the force he puts behind his attacks however. He’s a dirty fighter more than willing to throw sand in someone’s eyes, smack them with the nearest object he can find, kick them while their down etc. endurance is the only thing he really has going for him as he prefers getting up close and personal. He’s willing to take a small hit if he can get a big hit in, he focuses on crippling his enemy or at least making them stagger, the moment he gains the upper hand he puts his full force into his attacks inflicting as much damage as possible in the small window he has. The only weapon that interests him is a scythe due to it’s peculiar shape and use but since obtaining one is pretty much impossible a lead pipe get’s the job done just as well. Extra Information: Zen has an unnatural obsession with cats, especially kittens; he can’t stand other animals in any form however. He’s a smoker but being a student he keeps such things to himself except when he has to obtain more. His favorite color is Orchid, he’s speaks fluent English and is experienced in Japanese, however as he doesn’t care much for the language he tends to be lazy with it so it’s not surprising for him not to follow all the rules of it. (he might not call a sempai by their title for example). He has a soft spot for kids and enjoys fishing.
4,316	105	0	180	1,446	Terrace. The Sprawling Capital of the world, and home of the king searching for Undead to slay the Dragons. King Sroak, a powerful king who is searching for a way to stop the Dragons forever. Sieg had just arrived to the Gates of the Capital citadel, and found it guarded by Giant Sentinels. They let him through, upon removing his right gauntlet to show them his darksign. He replaced the glove and walked through the gate. As he strolled down the street, he gazed in amazement at the size and grandeur of the city and it's buildings. His hometown was miniscule and comparison, and the Occula capitol like a 5 square block radius to this. It was nearly overwhelming. He quickly shook off these feelings, and gripped his sword's handle to draw courage from it. He had been given it to him by his father, and it was supposedly an ancient sword, said to have been given by the Gods to destroy dragons countless Millenia ago. How it had managed to stay as sharp and durable as it was today was beyond him. His father said it was a Miracle placed on it. He was confident in his skills, being a skilled swordsman, and having been taught the Bolt Dart Miracle. Walking onward down the street, he aimed straight for the main castle to report to King Sroak for the Dragon Erradication Duties. Upon his right was a woman in a blue robe carrying a rose in a silk wrapping. She seemed to be heading in the same direction as he, and he glanced towards her. She looked at him slightly, then looked down, a single tear running down her cheek. Sieg wondered what kind of story she may have, but decided that at the castle, he would find his answers, even if he didn't want to.	Name: Vensi A. Zeppeli Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Carnan Appearance: Vensi stands at an impressive 6'2" which is punctuated by his wiry muscular build, which he goes to great lengths to maintain and not go above or below such a frame. The moniker 'A.' in his name originates from his ash like hair, thick and flowing with a gray consistency like streams of ash erupting from his skull to trail back as he keeps his hair slicked back to meet just above the apex of his neck. His complexion is a large subject of contrast to his hair as his skin sports a fair olive glow, his tan would be more severe if he would not prefer the cover of shade as he originates from such an arid local. His deep brown eyes are pointed upward slightly at the tips, his nose sports a rather large bridge which compliments his oval jawline. His armor is designed around the concept of deception. A medium sandy beige cloak drapes from on top his shoulders down to around his waist line to conceal the armor that hides underneath. His trousers are a sandy hue meant to blend into the desert areas of his homeland and are tucked into calf high leather greaves that offer his knees partial protection as they connect to knee guards. Hard leather plates spaced out by breathable fabric lie under his trousers to offer concealed protection. Under his cloak is a folding hard leather jerkin attached to a heavier steel shoulder pauldron on his dominant right arm. The inside of the cowl and hood are padded. Equipment: Estus, 1 Khopesh, 1 Kukri, 10 throwing knives, Desert deception armor Backstory: Vensi was raised with only his father figure as the Mother he'd never known had departed soon after his birth in pursuit of life better than what his Father could provide, which was stealing whatever was not bolted down and unbolting all that was. Had she'd known about his father's Kleptomanic tendencies beforehand she would have not had let herself fall for his rougish charm. Having grown up with only the influence of his father he naturally followed behind his philosophy of gain through theft and had become quite proficient at the craft. He was confident in his abilty, so confident in fact that in his hubris he'd attempted to lift valuables from the kingdom of Terrace while in his traversal of the world to exploit the growing fear against that dragons, most would attempt to make their homes Dragon proof neglecting the inclusion of him. His theft while in Terrace did not go nearly as smoothly as he'd planned which led to his death and subsequent revival as a member of the Undead. Denial of his own failure was not enough to carry him once the truth was undeniable, he'd failed. But perhaps his redemption would be in the defeat of the Dragons, in return for amassing all of the riches the Dragons are said to keep stockpiled he allied with Terrace in their effort against the Dragons. Covenant: None.
4,317	105	1	180	1,446	Vensi sat in the courtyard that stretched beyond the gates that lead to the interior of the castle grounds with a sack of gold coins at his side and a clenched golden fist open only long enough for him to peer at it's shine before closing his fist. He hypnotized himself with the sight of the manner in which the golden surface caught the light of the sky. One by one he dropped the gold coins into the bag mouthing the numbers in which he counted by methodically. At the point he reached ten he seemed at a lost as his gaze was attracted to the overhanging sky. At the realization he'd lost count he cursed under his breath and threw the entire handful into the bag and took out a fresh handful to begin his count anew. He leaned back against the stone wall he sat beside with a sigh as he'd finally surrendered attempting to count his stash as he discovered it a fruitless endeavor and instead looked to the new arrival and near jolted to his feet at the sight of a well armed demon. The guards seemed to have no qualms in letting her past, or at least not many so he would assume he should not trouble himself in such matters. It wasn't his job to, his job was to slay dragons and she sure didn't appear to be one. The larger of the two men who had walked it looking as if he were armed to wage a war on his own unnerved Vensi the other seemed like a remarkably fresh faced lad, even more so than Vensi himself. Well at least he'd have someone his age around to pursue monsters with.	Name: Vensi A. Zeppeli Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Carnan Appearance: Vensi stands at an impressive 6'2" which is punctuated by his wiry muscular build, which he goes to great lengths to maintain and not go above or below such a frame. The moniker 'A.' in his name originates from his ash like hair, thick and flowing with a gray consistency like streams of ash erupting from his skull to trail back as he keeps his hair slicked back to meet just above the apex of his neck. His complexion is a large subject of contrast to his hair as his skin sports a fair olive glow, his tan would be more severe if he would not prefer the cover of shade as he originates from such an arid local. His deep brown eyes are pointed upward slightly at the tips, his nose sports a rather large bridge which compliments his oval jawline. His armor is designed around the concept of deception. A medium sandy beige cloak drapes from on top his shoulders down to around his waist line to conceal the armor that hides underneath. His trousers are a sandy hue meant to blend into the desert areas of his homeland and are tucked into calf high leather greaves that offer his knees partial protection as they connect to knee guards. Hard leather plates spaced out by breathable fabric lie under his trousers to offer concealed protection. Under his cloak is a folding hard leather jerkin attached to a heavier steel shoulder pauldron on his dominant right arm. The inside of the cowl and hood are padded. Equipment: Estus, 1 Khopesh, 1 Kukri, 10 throwing knives, Desert deception armor Backstory: Vensi was raised with only his father figure as the Mother he'd never known had departed soon after his birth in pursuit of life better than what his Father could provide, which was stealing whatever was not bolted down and unbolting all that was. Had she'd known about his father's Kleptomanic tendencies beforehand she would have not had let herself fall for his rougish charm. Having grown up with only the influence of his father he naturally followed behind his philosophy of gain through theft and had become quite proficient at the craft. He was confident in his abilty, so confident in fact that in his hubris he'd attempted to lift valuables from the kingdom of Terrace while in his traversal of the world to exploit the growing fear against that dragons, most would attempt to make their homes Dragon proof neglecting the inclusion of him. His theft while in Terrace did not go nearly as smoothly as he'd planned which led to his death and subsequent revival as a member of the Undead. Denial of his own failure was not enough to carry him once the truth was undeniable, he'd failed. But perhaps his redemption would be in the defeat of the Dragons, in return for amassing all of the riches the Dragons are said to keep stockpiled he allied with Terrace in their effort against the Dragons. Covenant: None.
4,318	105	2	180	1,446	Instead of taking the offered hand, Altheia gave a shallow bow. "I am Altheia. The assumption that all demons are evil is not far from the truth, Had I not be summoned to Arnor, I likely would have eventually been killed. Demons as myself that do not find their way out tend to be attacked until we are worn out and finally killed. Demons believe that we are some form of evil omen, a bit of bad luck for them. For those like me that escape, we tend to either hide among humans if we are not obviously demons or fight alongside them to gain their trust. I did a mix of both. A good assumption to make about demons is that those that could readily blend with humans like me are the ones that are normally civil. The more bestial ones are not. If we meet any of those demons, I shall savor ripping their heart out of their chests." Her last statement was rather bitter but sincere. It seemed she had quite a bit of history with the truly evil demons. She resumed her trek through the crowd, assuming if Sieg wanted to keep talking, he would follow her.	Name: Vensi A. Zeppeli Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Carnan Appearance: Vensi stands at an impressive 6'2" which is punctuated by his wiry muscular build, which he goes to great lengths to maintain and not go above or below such a frame. The moniker 'A.' in his name originates from his ash like hair, thick and flowing with a gray consistency like streams of ash erupting from his skull to trail back as he keeps his hair slicked back to meet just above the apex of his neck. His complexion is a large subject of contrast to his hair as his skin sports a fair olive glow, his tan would be more severe if he would not prefer the cover of shade as he originates from such an arid local. His deep brown eyes are pointed upward slightly at the tips, his nose sports a rather large bridge which compliments his oval jawline. His armor is designed around the concept of deception. A medium sandy beige cloak drapes from on top his shoulders down to around his waist line to conceal the armor that hides underneath. His trousers are a sandy hue meant to blend into the desert areas of his homeland and are tucked into calf high leather greaves that offer his knees partial protection as they connect to knee guards. Hard leather plates spaced out by breathable fabric lie under his trousers to offer concealed protection. Under his cloak is a folding hard leather jerkin attached to a heavier steel shoulder pauldron on his dominant right arm. The inside of the cowl and hood are padded. Equipment: Estus, 1 Khopesh, 1 Kukri, 10 throwing knives, Desert deception armor Backstory: Vensi was raised with only his father figure as the Mother he'd never known had departed soon after his birth in pursuit of life better than what his Father could provide, which was stealing whatever was not bolted down and unbolting all that was. Had she'd known about his father's Kleptomanic tendencies beforehand she would have not had let herself fall for his rougish charm. Having grown up with only the influence of his father he naturally followed behind his philosophy of gain through theft and had become quite proficient at the craft. He was confident in his abilty, so confident in fact that in his hubris he'd attempted to lift valuables from the kingdom of Terrace while in his traversal of the world to exploit the growing fear against that dragons, most would attempt to make their homes Dragon proof neglecting the inclusion of him. His theft while in Terrace did not go nearly as smoothly as he'd planned which led to his death and subsequent revival as a member of the Undead. Denial of his own failure was not enough to carry him once the truth was undeniable, he'd failed. But perhaps his redemption would be in the defeat of the Dragons, in return for amassing all of the riches the Dragons are said to keep stockpiled he allied with Terrace in their effort against the Dragons. Covenant: None.
4,319	106	0	925	1,132	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Hayasori Mansion Remnants 8 years had gone by. The ruins of the mansion they had lived in were withering away. Not only had it been reduced to only the foundations, which were still huge, mind you, but also time had taken its toll on the place. A wall was still standing, at the very least, and there were some remains of the second floor at the back of what used to be a house, perfect for sheltering someone, anyone, from the unforgiving rain. Despite the pitiful state in which the house found itself in, they were still guided here for some reason or other. Nostalgia, trying to close cycles, merely paying their respects to a grave without bones. Reasons could vary, but something was for sure. In the end, they were all here. The four Ghouls that had met each other as children now found themselves again, facing each other. Even if they didn't remember their faces, or if they were wearing their masks, it was easy to determine who they were. Nobody came to this forsaken place anymore, after all. Isori was the first to arrive. She was wearing her old high school uniform, a white blazer, a black skirt and thigh high stockings. She kept her hair in the same fashion she had for a while now, short but with two long strands of it falling down her shoulders. She was feeling nostalgic, after all. Something had made her enroll into the college here in the 5th ward. Namely, the doves, but that was not really important. At least not right now. After a year of having lived as a ghoul, Isori had finally taken into the fact that she could only eat humans flesh. Or Ghoul flesh, but that was icky. She wondered if the old man that had cared for them felt the same every time he saw her eating meat? Thinking it would be so much better if he didn't have to kill to eat. What about the others? Yeah, that was a good question. What about the others? Where were they? What were they doing? What did they do with their lives after they parted ways? Would they even remember her, recognize her, as she was now? After exploring some more, and as she was about to venture forward in the only roofed part of what was left of this mansion, she heard something. Someone was approaching, and they weren't being subtle about it. A dove? A ghoul? A simple human wondering what she was doing there? It could be any of the above. Regardless, Isori was quick to turn around and face them, still making sure her kakugan did not surface, just in case it was a human after all. She never really did expect that the one that was going to be there was someone who had a nostalgic feeling to them. One of her 'siblings'. Something just told her that that was the case, even if they were hardly recognizable any longer. Still, she wanted to be sure. No, she needed to be sure. If they weren't, well, they smelled an awful lot like a Ghoul. What was a ghoul even doing here? "Hello!" She said, chipper as ever. "What are you doing here? And who are you? Ah, I'm Ayakishi Isori, if you were wondering." She smiled. Hopefully, it wouldn't devolve into a fight.	Name: Ayakishi Isori, at least officially. She prefers to be called 'Suzu'. Age: 18 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 1.60 meters. 55 kilograms. Sexuality: Straight, for the most part anyways. CCG Rating: S CCG Title: Plague Mask: Kagune: Unlike most Ukaku's, Isori's kagune manifests as a spiral that spreads all across her right arm. While it is not harmful to her, it certainly is for her opponents. Having it spread across her arm can make it a great melee weapon, and can also help her aim better when using it at a distance. The special characteristic of this kagune, however, is how Isori can release RC cells into the atmosphere and fill a single place with them. As it should be expected, these floating RC cells can be extremely deadly. Her kagune is one of the few that can act as sensors, and the RC Cells immedietly crystallize once someone enters their effective range. As the RC cells adhere to someone's body, they slowly rob the person of their mobility, to the point where they eventually are just a sitting duck, waiting to be consumed by the Ghoul. Of course, if one were to inhale these RC cells, and if they are human, they would most certainly die. Another Ghoul would have trouble breathing, have fits of coughing and perhaps be incapacitated for a while due to their being unable to breath. All of these effects also apply to Isori herself, though her resistance is better than any other's. As most would expect, this is not the full extent of her Kagune, but it is the best she can pull out without losing control of herself, and her appetite. Whenever she does lose control of herself, another wing like kagune sprouts from her other shoulder blade. Having both kagune out tires her out immensely, however, and her urge to feed after using these becomes almost unbearable. RC Type: Ukaku Special Quirk: One Eyed Ghoul Originally a human, Suzu was subject to a expirement that would change her life forever. She was abducted, sedated and then experimented on. She had always had a high RC cell factor, despite not being a ghoul, which made her perfect for an experiment. Without any real papers, or identity, to talk about, it would be easier to perform an experiment on an orphan like this. Nobody would complain. The experiment was a success, and she was given the name Ayakishi Isori. From that day onwards, Isori became a One eyed Ghoul. She remains ignorant on what Ghoul was used to transplant their organs into herself, but she believes it was a fairly powerful one. Personality: While cheerful and amicable, Isori also has no qualms whatsoever over what it means to be a Ghoul. She was raised by one, so she doesn't really see anything bad about feeding off humans, oddly enough. This kind of open-mindness helped her a lot during her early days as a One Eyed Ghoul. She wasn't as afraid as some other people to eat a human, though she does have some qualms about killing humans, as long as she thinks they've done nothing wrong. Isori can also be quite airheaded and some times dreamy, completely unfitting for someone like her, if you ask most. She likes video games but is not completely addicted to them like some, ehem, others. She likes to think of herself as motherly and more often than not the peacemaker AND the one to bring in common sense to a conversation or other when things start getting too gory. Basically, a ghoul straight man, well, woman. Backstory: She doesn't remember much from when she was a kid. She was left in the streets, with nothing but a necklace that read 'Suzu' in romaji. She made friends with some other kids and an old man took them in. That's as far as she remembers her first childhood days. Afterwards, and when she was taken to the old man's house, her memories become a little more vivid. She was a human among ghouls, that much was certain. However, not being raised by human parents made her lack the common fear they shared for the cannibals. The old man and the others didn't make much of an effort to hide the fact that they ate human meat either, at least not in the house. The old man did tell her that killing was bad, though, so she didn't grow to be completely amoral. She went to school like everybody else. She was planning on becoming an enforcer of Ghoul rights. As she grew, she obviously saw that most Ghouls were killed without a real explenation, other than eating people. But they couldn't help it. That was who they were. Who they would always be. Suzu found it sad. To be killed just because of who you are. She thought it was about time for someone to take a stand and stop the Doves from senselessly killing Ghouls. Yes, there were some that were completely feral and killed for sport, but there were also those that weren't. Stereotyping them like such was wrong, so Suzu thought. It wasn't long before the old man himself was killed by the doves he tried to protect the children from. Despite not wanting to see those she saw as brothers and sisters go, finally, she had no option but to let them go. And go herself as well. While she tried to relocate from ward 5 to ward 10 to lead a more human-like life, she didn't know that she was already in the sights of someone. Someone that she didn't want to attract the attention of. While she continued to attend high school like any other girl her age, making friends and perhaps even some enemies, one or two boyfriends here and there, she would constantly feel... observed. A set of eyes was always stuck to her back, and it wasn't as if it were an stalker. It was way more terrifying than that. It's sole presence sent a chill down Suzu's spine. Each week, each day, each hour, it became more intense. Frankly, Suzu was frightened. Though she constantly asked her current friends and even tried to get a hold on those she called her siblings long ago. It was hard to get in touch with them, though. She thought that perhaps having Ghouls help her would shoo whoever was stalking her away. Sadly for her, that wouldn't have been the case even if she had gotten ahold of them, for they were planning to do something with her that by far surpassed any kind of fear a Ghoul could strike in any one person. She went to sleep one night. What followed are like her memories of when she was a child, abandoned and with nowhere else to go. Blurry, mysterious, terrifying. She could hear the sound of her own muffled screams, she could see a scalped being pulled up, some strings of flesh still hanging from it, she could feel her very innards being pulled from out of her stomach and how she could only watch in horror. The next time she woke up, she was looking at an unfamiliar rooftop. She turned to her side and saw one of her high school friends beside her, tears in her eyes and she threw herself at Isori. Wait... did she know this woman? At all? A man came in to her room after that. Tall, attractive. Looked like a model. He told her that he was her boyfriend. Again, it didn't seem to ring any bells. After that, the doctor came in. He explained the situation to her. He told her that her memories might be a bit blurry, but he told her everything in order. Her name was Ayashiki Isori. She lived with her parents in a normal house, lead a normal high schooler life, had a boyfriend and several friends in her high school, but a week before, she and her family had been attacked by a Ghoul. The Ghoul fed on both of her parents and was halfway through Isori's own body when the doves arrived and saved her. Her condition, however, was extremely bad. She was missing several organs, organs they had to replace. The shock rendered her unconscious for a week, which was in and of itself quite surprising, since most doctors theorized she wouldn't wake up for months. After that, she went through a period of rehab. The staff was astonished at the pace in which she was recovering. A pair of weeks later, she was discharged from the hospital. When she arrived to her 'home', however, she felt it was all too foreign to her. Nothing seemed to be in place. The doctor had warned her, however, that a side effect of the trauma she suffered would be memory loss. She might not remember people or places that were dear to her, in an effort to block away the attack by the Ghoul that night. Isori didn't think much of it, truthfully. Still, the notice of her dead parents... hadn't affected her at all. Most would be devastated, but she felt nothing. She felt even less for the places that were, supposedly, 'dear' to her. In any case, she decided to fix herself something to eat. When she tried the salad and pasta she had prepared for herself, however... it was horrible. Foul tasting. It was so repulsive that she couldn't help but vomit it back out. What had happened? For as long as she knew, she was able to eat things like these. Even in the hospital, they gave her meat and she could eat it without a problem. Then why couldn't she eat this? She tried something else. Meat, like the one they gave her in the hospital. The same. Perhaps bread? No, that also came right back out. Potato chips? Down the toilet a few seconds after eating them. Ice cream? She wouldn't even dare go near the thing at this point. What had happened? The doctor hadn't mentioned a side effect like this. No... it was probably more sinister. Vomitting things that would otherwise be eaten easily... where had she heard, no, seen, that before? It was... it was.... It finally clicked inside her mind. The memories that had seemingly disappeared resurfaced after experiencing something her siblings did that same day they were picked up. Vomit the perfectly delicious meat they had been offered. She was... a ghoul? But how? She was a human until just recently.... thoughts like devolved into heavy migraines, and each time a migrane hit her, a single thought stuck in her head. Hungry. Kill. Eat. Was that how they felt when they got hungry? This... insatiable hunger for violence? She turned to see herself in the mirror, and saw herself with a twisted smile, and a kakugan in her right eye. She jumped back and looked at her reflection again. An scared human girl with two perfectly normal blue eyes. Perhaps she should go feed like the others did? Find someone who had committed suicide recently. They wouldn't mind becoming food, right? Perhaps they would even be happy that their life was worth something in the ened. So, she set out. She looked up and down for anyone that might have killed themselves. It was the only way she could feed. The only way she could make sure if she was actually a ghoul now. Of course, a high school girl couldn't possibly know where to look when searching for corpses. She eventually wandered into a dangerous alley. Not because it was filled with Ghouls, but because it was filled with humans. Like before, she soon felt how a set of eyes planted themselves on her back. This time she was not afraid, however. These eyes did not hold the same pressure those other eyes did. This man was nothing compared to that feeling from before. Still, she couldn't possibly kill another human, right? Even if he was threatening her.... Eventually, and when there were no more people around, the man jumped on top of her in a dark alley. His intentions were clear. "Let me go!" Isori begged the man. "Or what, little girl?! Ya gonna hurt me?!" Isori didn't struggle much. She knew that the strength of a Ghoul by far surpassed that of a human. She could easily break the man's arm if she resisted against this attempt of rape. However, and as the man started undressing her, he kept a single hand on Isori's mouth, trying to muffle any screams. Though the girl did not scream, she did try very hard for not to do something else. Don't bite his hand. Bite it, you know you want it. Don't do it. Do it. It is a human being, you can't possibly eat him. But look at the piece of shit he actually is. Nobody will miss him. Bite him. Bite him. EAT HIM. She opened her mouth and then closed it. Simple way to eat, honestly. The man could only stare at his now missing fingers. It took a while for his fear to settle in, and for him to realize that he had done the worst mistake in his life. Isori stood back up, before locking her lips with the man's. After that, she pulled back, having tore apart his lower lip. "You wanted something like this, didn't you?" She laughed. She felt her sanity leaving her, and she to hold on to it. Perhaps... let go this one time would help her remain sane in the future. Only the bones of the man were left that day. Isori realized something then. If she had to feed, well, she could only feed off the scum of society. Thieves, rapists, murderers, perhaps the occasional dove here and there. Anyone that didn't feel like living in a perfectly organized society was electable for her to feed on. So she started hunting. She had a hang for it, having watched the others do it, though she did have to train on how to use her kagune better. When doves finally found her, and some of them died thanks to her peculiar skill with her kagune, she was nicknamed Plague. The fact that she lost control while fighting them also raised some notioriety for her, which she would like to be rid off. In an effort to shake them off her tail, she retreated back to ward 5, where it had all started. There, she found the others. How would they take it that she was now a Ghoul like them? Well, only time would tell. Other: Still trying to major in politic sciences to be able to help ghouls. Being one herself now, though, would probably be bad for her in the future if she does follow with it. She wishes she could still eat instant ramen, a favorite of hers before her Ghoulification. Will add theme tomorrow cause I'm fucking tired.
4,320	106	1	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant 'This is stupid.' At the back of a white Audi SUV travelling through the fogging afternoon of Tokyo, Asoka drowned herself in her thoughts as the vehicle got closer and closer to the 5th Ward. There wasn't enough traffic in her taste, not as much as usual anyway, as such being fashionably late was going to be tricky to perform without trying too hard. Of course, she could just tell her devoted driver to take the long way since the guy in question owed her quite a few services at the present and was in no position to just say no to the lady. But the foul smell of 'new' that was the inside of the 4x4 coerced her to just deal with it and go as is. As Asoka stared out at the gloomy Tokyo, earbuds on to pretend she was zoned out whilst listening to music, but she was too concerned about this ridiculous idea of retracing her roots to be content with anything else by the sounds of the car rolling. Going back there was irrational, and irrational things were what got her into the shitter in her realm of expertise. But something deep down compelled her to, Asoka needed this for reasons she barely understood, like how people have this compulsory need to feel better about themselves all the time. It irritated her, of course, but the little Ghoul went with her heart on this one. "That's close enough, Kaien." "I can get clo-" The driver, appearing to be in his thirties, was cut off when he seemed genuinely ready to help her get closer. She didn't speak over him, Asoka just opened the adjacent door while the car kept running. Kaien quickly slowed down and stopped, giving a very confused glance to his passenger as Asoka just stepped out, leaving her Umbrella and handbag in the vehicle. After all this driving, even if it wasn't even an hour long drive, the fresh air was rather relaxing to the little shit who was once raised in these very grounds. Now exposed to the light of the outside, it was clear as day that no effort in concealing herself was made during this little excursion. She wore the typical Burberry trench coat with tailored black jeans and black, high-healed boots to go with them. A pair of black leather gloves were also routinely used by her when going out, though they served a purpose that went beyond just looking good. Finally, Ray Ban sunglasses during a not-so-bright day made it evident she was just showing off for the occasion. She never did hide her vanity ever since they separated. Her hair was the usual dual ponytail, a style she never really let go of since she was little. "I'll be back in ten, tops. You can fap or play Gameboy while waiting." Asoka turned to face him, lowering her head just a bit so he could see her green, round eyes before she'd give him a wink. With that, she'd kick the door closed behind her. And she was off, walking through a deserted street, the one she was given the location of via one of her mystery siblings who couldn't help but to cross the line. It took her a couple of minutes to finally meet the rotting house once again. The nostalgia was indeed strong and emotions would be flaring deep inside. Asoka stood for a good minute in the front yard of the edifice before she'd mutter to herself the exact feeling this place gave to her. "Mouldy." Completely unimpressed with this vestige of the past, Asoka didn't have the spark many would when revisiting such a crucial part of their lives. To her, this just looked like overvalued garbage that would serve better as compost than anything else. Well, since she was here, she may as well, find which one was daring enough to find her and drag her out into such a place. The little ghoul didn't use the front door but one of the many shattered walls of the building to get in, making her end up in what was the kitchen before it burned away. 'Smells like mold too. Ugh.' Her overpriced Lavender perfume couldn't dissolve the foul odor of humidity completely rotting away the wood. Walking away from the more exposed areas, she quickly captured a new scent, on that was more familiar than the unholy loser ghouls she'd work with on a daily basis. This was interesting, finally she'd confront one of the ghosts of her past. Asoka was indeed not going full on stealth, not even minding the creaking floorboards that were at the verge of shattering anyway. The heels pressed deeply against them and made almost a crescendo effect as she got closer and closer to Suzu. And then they stopped for a few seconds. The girl introduced herself and Asoka recognized that curious little munchkin from way back. Finally, she emerged from the door frame and walked in as if she were a guest in a talk show. All that was missing was the clapping. She stopped once more to lower she pointless sunglasses, exposing her very green eyes to scrutinize the positive female before her. She focused her attention on the face and hair, but dedicated a bit on breasts and ass too, or what she could see at least. Smirking, she could barely recognize Suzu as a young woman, let alone the fact that she was taller than Asoka. "Holy shit. Well haven't you blossomed into a pretty little thing, Suzu." With that comment she removed the glasses entirely, setting them in her collar before approaching the pink haired ghoul. The taunting smirk and the provocative tone did give off unclear signals. As Asoka got in arm's reach, she'd jump in for a hug with her younger sister. A sign of affection, perhaps, but one should not look too deep into the crooked ghoul. She captured Suzu's smell while making a very good impression, things she could use to her advantage later on. "Damn. What have you been up to all this time, Suzu? You look pretty freakin' good, man. You know who I am, right?" While keeping the hug as long as possible, she did separate their bodies while keeping her hands on Suzu's waist, gabbing a good feel in the process, so she could at least look at her in the face. A lot of people she worked with didn't like that, especially in business, and that's what made this a lot more amusing.	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,321	106	2	1,918	8,262	Itsuki "The youngest gang boss to walk the streets of Tokyo, if hearsay is to be believed," A voice would say as a figure walked out from the pouring rain, all that could really be seen of them was the icy blue glow in their eyes. As he approached, they'd be able to see the glow was coming from a strange metal mask that the figure soon removed, revealing a soft smile and empty grey eyes. Walking forward, Itsuki couldn't help but notice how Asoka was all but groping Suzu's, well, butt. "Glad to see you two getting along after so long, and you both have grown into very beautiful young women. In fact, I feel a little dull in comparison." Itsuki's attire for the occasion was mostly a long, thick black cloak that reached down to his knees, the hood drawn over his head to protect himself from downpour. Underneath his cloak, one could see a pair of worn jeans, combat boots, and some kind of black shirt making up the rest of his garment. The cloak had seen much use, as it was covered in patches of similarly colored material, making the patching hard to spot, even with the stitching keeping it all together. He clipped his mask to his side, not needing it for the current situation. However, something that Asoka would probably notice was that Itsuki had yet to really drop his guard, no matter how relax he seemed. His hands were kept in front of him slightly, his legs spread apart, and his eyes always seeming to flick over towards any sound he heard. As Itsuki was now a closer to the two women, they'd a look come across his face as he took a sniff of the air, his gaze focusing on Suzu in confusion for but a moment before he continue. "I'm honestly surprised to see anyone else around here, to be honest, especially you, Asoka. I've heard quite a couple things about you through out the years, though nothing too . . . recent, that make me thing you're not the shy little girl who clung to the old man's leg like you were surgically attached."	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,322	106	3	2,798	1,688	Kasachi HyoutaIf Kasachi was to be honest, it was rather unpleasant to walk as part of the crowd on the sidewalk. It was so slow, the unsavory scents usually overpowered everything else, and it tickled his urge to feast even if he had fed well just earlier. The heavy rain helped with the second at the least as it muddled his sense of smell slightly, dulling the scents of the countless humans he passed by. Truthfully he needn’t have bothered, but for the sake of disguise a black umbrella was unfurled above his head. His outfit as a whole was rather cheap and plain: brown hoodie, pair of beige cargo pants, and black combat boots. The streets quickly became more and more deserted the closer Kasachi got to his destination. It seemed like new buildings and developments sprung up in between each of his annual visits to the old man’s grave. For a few years now he had wondered how long it would be until some company decided to purchase the land and tear down what remained of the mansion. It was always a pleasant surprise to find that the building, even rotting and in shambles, still remained and today was no different. Sure there were some new buildings within a couple of blocks which meant this would probably be one of his last visits, but he didn’t let the thought bother him. It was a bit more difficult this time around thanks to the heavy downpour, but Kasachi managed to pick up on various scents from the edge of the property. There was of course the heavy decay that clung to the area after all these years, but more faintly were numerous others; far more than he had siblings. His eyebrow climbed slightly at that and he wondered for a few moments if this burnt down husk of a mansion served as refuge for some unfortunate souls. Well, it couldn’t hurt to take a look around the building after he paid his respects. He folded the umbrella and then set it aside for now. Voices guided him towards the back of what still stood, and Kasachi circled around the outside. He could have been as careful as he wanted to, but with its condition there was no telling when a squeak or untimely creak might give him away. It wasn’t like most of the walls hadn't given way by now, and he managed to find a favorable position downwind to survey the three. Beyond the fact that he was the only male among the three, Itsuki’s mask did a fairly good job of giving away his identity to Kasachi. As for the other two… it took him a bit longer, but eventually he figured the shorter had to be Asoka leaving the last as Isori. Unsurprisingly, the first step he took into the mansion’s remains caused the flooring to splinter and crack beneath his weight. He raised his hands in a gesture of peace in case any of the three had been startled before he nodded towards each of them. “Itsuki. Asoka. Isori.” He quirked an eyebrow at the two of his sisters' closeness, a faint tinge of amusement in his voice when he asked, “More than just sist-” The question didn’t manage to finish as his head turned slowly to look past his siblings and further into the building’s remains. Now that he was actually in the building and recognized his siblings’ scents, the unfamiliar ones were far clearer. Yeah… and it wasn’t just lingering scents either, the sources were hiding in the back at this very moment. “Seems like we’re not the only ones here at the moment,” he mentioned to the others, “I’ll go take a look.” A slight bend at the knees and he cleared both his sisters, still landing softly enough on the second floor to only cause a small groan from the decayed structure.	Name: Kasachi Hyouta, "Kachi" Age: 23 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5'6" (1.68m) & 165 lbs. (75kg) Sexuality: Heterosexual CCG Rating: SS+ CCG Title: Deathstalker/Wraith (Kakuja) Mask: Might as well own the title. RC Type: Koukaku, Bikaku, and Kakuja Kagune: His Koukaku manifests as a pair of dark, red-flecked wings. Their size can shift to suit smaller spaces, but his wingspan maxes out at about six meters. Sufficient to curl around him multiple times for layers of protection or reach out and smash his enemies at a distance. Growths resembling scorpion legs also reach over his shoulder and around his ribcage as if he's been hugged from behind by the bug. They offer some protection, but are quite fragile in comparison to the wings. His Bikaku originally manifested as a single segmented tail reminiscent of a scorpion's albeit the stinger was replaced with a blade. An effective all-around weapon that could reach up to four meters far with nothing that really stood out about it. The first change came when he gained the ability to sprout a second tail. More recently he's developed a deadly ability with the Kagune. Much like how a scorpion's stinger delivers posion, the blade portion of his Bikakus can be coated with thin layer of red liquid. These specialized RC cells surge into any open wound inflicted and tear his victim apart from the inside. While costly to utilize as these RC cells are completely lost and must be replaced through consumption, the effectiveness is undeniable. Lastly, but certainly not least is his Kakuja. It manifests from his entire back and quickly engulfs him in what appears to be black sludge. The end result is a human-shaped mass of what looks like crude oil flecked with red. The only visible points at this point are his Kakugan and even those are hard to see because they blend in. When he opens his mouth, the surface seems to stretch and tear before the strands snap apart and reveal pitch darkness. As one can expect, inflicting any damage on Kasachi becomes extremely difficult at this point. Any attempt to cut or pierce his armor finds heavy resistance while blunt trauma seems to be dissipated exceptionally well. Special Quirk: Going for a double as a Chimera Kakuja. Dual Kagunes occurred the same way they did in other Chimeras, namely by the roll of dice. Nothing special about how Kasachi was born with those. As for how he got his Kakuja, it was actually more likely than not to happen eventually. Even after his old man died, Kasachi continued to avoid humans and preyed on his own kind instead whenever possible. He was, of course, trying to force the mutation to occur as a means to get stronger and protect the three he considered family. It took him years of gluttonous feeding, carving into Ghoul populations from numerous Wards, before he developed the additional Kagune he desired. Personality: At the core of Kasachi's personality is a fire to protect what remains of his family, and it burns strong almost a decade later. It is the anchor that holds him in-place, and much of what he does and did was for the purpose his old man left to him. He does truly think of the three as his siblings and treasures the time they spend together, even if that's not a lot by his own decisions. Even before the development of his Kakuja, Kasachi was one of the more combat-oriented of his siblings. He relished in the use of his Dual Kagunes and enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that came with the fast-paced combat that Ghouls participated in. After developing his Kakuja, the sort of elation he derives from combat has only increased. While it's not overwhelming enough for him to prolong fights on purpose, he is certainly more excitable and displays very little restraint, even when it comes to Investigators. Doesn't particularly care about other Ghouls beyond they're his primary food source. Not a big fan of reading, but does enjoy comedy and adventure television, film, etc. No particular feelings towards action beyond he already gets enough in real life. Backstory: How does a Chimera, a result of an union between two Ghouls, end up on the streets alone with no one to look after them? Well the parents not actually loving one another is a good start. Add that they didn't want a child, but a weapon and that's already a pretty good recipe. Throw in one side's jealousy and rage when the successful product didn't belong to them, and oh geez that's just a mess waiting to be spilled. Suffice to say, but the couple had tried to conceive a Chimera numerous times before his success. Failures met an untimely and grisly end that fortunately he would avoid. However when news of his Dual Kagunes reached the ears of the shafted party tensions climbed quickly. Guarded closely not because he was a child, but because of his worth his existence was enough to shatter the finely balanced agreement. Ghoul fought against ghoul in a short-lived and bloody conflict. While young, he had long known that there was no love in this household nor would there ever be. He had no father, and his "mother" didn't deserve the breath it took to utter the world. More immediately, he didn't any other reason than the cloying scent of blood and thump of corpses to flee the building. That's not to say he made it out without a fight, but they'd already put him through his paces with the basics of Kagune handling. The Ghoul that on guard obviously hadn't expected much of a fight from some brat who couldn't have been older than ten. Which was why he fell quickly and without much of a struggle when wings enveloped him in darkness and a blade plunged through his chest. Despite the urge to dig into his first real meal rather than the slivers provided, the boy continued to run and put his past behind him. The streets weren't much kinder, but there was a sense of freedom he quickly came to enjoy. Eventually though, the novelty died down as well and he was faced with the world's unkindness. (Figure this part can get worked out when the four characters have been accepted. Sort of hard to write a history with three others when I don't know who they are after all.) The old man had done a lot for Kasachi... enough that he could have stood by the smoldering remains for days and not be done with his thanks. His name, a home, a family, training... all that and more. He didn't linger for longer than was necessary to say his thanks to his father before he turned to the others. The pit that formed in his stomach at how uncertain their futures were didn't settle in the slightest, but he knew what his course of action was. He had never taken to school like some of them had, and despite the old man's insistence had spent more time on the street than in-class. Where some of his siblings had read books and gone through their schooling, he had spared with the old man and honed his ability to fight. With the old man gone, he needed to be stronger to protect himself and his siblings. His current level of strength would not do... the old man's death was a painful, but clear reminder of that. While they did not follow the same path, his siblings did seem to agree that they all had their own paths to follow. With a promise to see each other and keep in touch they walked their separate paths. Kasachi hoped and wished them the best before he headed straight into a hell of his own making. While Kasachi Hyouta might have disappeared then, it took a while before any news of Deathstalker began to circulate. A Chimera that devoured its own kind like a voracious eater, moving from Ward to Ward without care of territories and leaving plenty of conflict in its wake as Ghouls scrambled to become leader in the areas it had purged of previous ownership. Occasionally it would drop off the news for months on end, but just as rumors of its death began to circulate the Chimera would appear to feast again. There were even sparse reports of CCG encounters, but many were short-lived as the Ghoul seemed to quickly flee from Investigators that shouldn't have posed a challenge for such a rating. Just as the rumors had seemed to become routine, yet another ripple stirred the mills. Apparently Deathstalker had been upgraded to a SS rank by the CCG, a rank certainly warranted by the rumor that held the Ghoul had obtained a Kakuja. Yet for all that people tried to find out about this new development it seemed that he had truly disappeared. Months passed by with little news, until it had been a year since any real sighting of the Ghoul. As if to show the world, or more specifically three specific people, he still lived Kasachi appeared, clad in his Kakuja, in bright day-light. It was certainly an odd occurence with plenty of panic as the local CCG assets scrambled to respond, but he had retreated rapidly after confirming the first news camera on scene. No overlord or savior but himself. He did this several other times at apparently random intervals to reassure his family that, yes, he was still alive. Although he had paid the grave numerous times, Kasachi could not say he had ever felt this proud when he approached. It wasn't hubris to say that only the greatest of threats would be able to harm what was left of his family as long as he was around. He promised the old man he would protect them to the best of his abilities, and now he hoped that they would let him do just that. For one reason they had gathered at the grave site today as well, so he supposed he was about to find out. Other: Enjoys Vietnamese iced coffee immensely. He can't use as much condensed milk since too much disagrees with his inhuman nature, but a bit doesn't bother him. Often times Kasachi will leave human bodies untouched unless there's an urgent need to feed, such as he's just finished a battle with Investigators. It's probably a laughable effort from him, but he tries to at least make the corpses somewhat presentable. Better a clean cut to separate the legs or arms than bite marks.
4,323	106	4	925	1,132	Hayasori Mansion Remnants Isori had to take a moment to take into the girl's features. Putting together bits and pieces of her memories, dragging some other more muddy ones out of the forgetting pond that could be her mind and then drying them off before finally recognizing the girl. "Asoka?" She simply said, before Asoka approached her and groped her. Still, Isori didn't really mind. It was some friendly skinship... right? While she still had that nagging feeling at the back of her head, she didn't act on it, however. "I know who you are, and you too are really pretty." She said with a smile on her face as she embraced the petite girl. "And real small too! I wish I could take you into my bag and take you everywhere with me." She then rubbed her cheek against Asoka's head. Yeah, it was like snuggling with... what, a dog? No, nothing so insulting for Asoka, but it still felt odd. Finally, someone she could actually remember and call a friend. Then, Itsuki arrived. It was truthfully a surprise to see yet another one of her 'siblings' in here. She then let go of Asoka and approached him. That was certainly Itsuki, somehow Isori couldn't confuse him for anyone else. "That's you, Itsuki? Oh my God, you are so grown up! My God, how long has it been since we last saw each other!" She ran up to him and put her arms around his chest, hugging him rather tightly. More so than a normal human could. "I-I..." Somehow, she felt a knot forming up in her throat. Seeing them after so long, and then thinking back of everything that had happened to her. It was just too much, and Isori really felt like crying. "Where were you? Where were you all of these years? I felt... so lonely. So lost...." She started crying as she hugged Itsuki. "Itsuki...!" She wailed. Finally, someone that could (probably) understand her. After that, another man came. The last one, Kachi. "Kachi!" She let out, before letting go of Itsuki and just about to glomp the other guy as well, but he seemed a bit more serious. Like him, Isori had also picked up something interesting in the air, but paid it almost no mind. Perhaps because he didn't feel much animosity coming from whoever smelled like that. He jumped to the remnants of the second floor, with enough finesse to not make the thing not to collapse in on itself. Once he did that, though, a single boy sprung forward against Hyouta. Both of his eyes were of the distinctive black and red color only a kakugan provided and a sword-like white kagune, coiled around his hand, sprouted from his middle back. A ghoul. He tried stabbing Hyouta right between his eyes, obviously still not used to handling his kagune. His movements were sloppy, easily avoidable for any one experienced Ghoul. "Get the fuck outta here! You don't belong here!" He shouted. "Kachi!" Isori shouted as the young ghoul tried to stab her sibling. Independant of his attack, and whether he was able to hurt Hyouta or not, he would follow it up with another shout. "Now, Mii-chan!" "Yeah!" The voice of a girl echoed in everyone's ears, before she appeared from behind the rubble, the kakugan evident in her eyes and an ukaku kagune sprouting out of her shoulder blade. Projectiles approached the other group of three, and Isori had to jump in front of the others and make her kagune sprout in order to stop the incoming projectiles. Crystallizing her kagune around her arm and stopping the incoming projectiles was an easy matter, but now it would be rather troublesome having to explain why she now had a kagune, and a kakugan in her right eye. "Oh no! They are also Ghouls, Kazu-kun! what do we do now?!" Isori wanted to say something, but decided to let the others decide on this matter. She hadn't been a ghoul for too long, so she wasn't entirely sure of how one dealt with these situations. The heads of some other children then became visible behind the rubble. They seemed to be a lot of kids.	Name: Ayakishi Isori, at least officially. She prefers to be called 'Suzu'. Age: 18 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 1.60 meters. 55 kilograms. Sexuality: Straight, for the most part anyways. CCG Rating: S CCG Title: Plague Mask: Kagune: Unlike most Ukaku's, Isori's kagune manifests as a spiral that spreads all across her right arm. While it is not harmful to her, it certainly is for her opponents. Having it spread across her arm can make it a great melee weapon, and can also help her aim better when using it at a distance. The special characteristic of this kagune, however, is how Isori can release RC cells into the atmosphere and fill a single place with them. As it should be expected, these floating RC cells can be extremely deadly. Her kagune is one of the few that can act as sensors, and the RC Cells immedietly crystallize once someone enters their effective range. As the RC cells adhere to someone's body, they slowly rob the person of their mobility, to the point where they eventually are just a sitting duck, waiting to be consumed by the Ghoul. Of course, if one were to inhale these RC cells, and if they are human, they would most certainly die. Another Ghoul would have trouble breathing, have fits of coughing and perhaps be incapacitated for a while due to their being unable to breath. All of these effects also apply to Isori herself, though her resistance is better than any other's. As most would expect, this is not the full extent of her Kagune, but it is the best she can pull out without losing control of herself, and her appetite. Whenever she does lose control of herself, another wing like kagune sprouts from her other shoulder blade. Having both kagune out tires her out immensely, however, and her urge to feed after using these becomes almost unbearable. RC Type: Ukaku Special Quirk: One Eyed Ghoul Originally a human, Suzu was subject to a expirement that would change her life forever. She was abducted, sedated and then experimented on. She had always had a high RC cell factor, despite not being a ghoul, which made her perfect for an experiment. Without any real papers, or identity, to talk about, it would be easier to perform an experiment on an orphan like this. Nobody would complain. The experiment was a success, and she was given the name Ayakishi Isori. From that day onwards, Isori became a One eyed Ghoul. She remains ignorant on what Ghoul was used to transplant their organs into herself, but she believes it was a fairly powerful one. Personality: While cheerful and amicable, Isori also has no qualms whatsoever over what it means to be a Ghoul. She was raised by one, so she doesn't really see anything bad about feeding off humans, oddly enough. This kind of open-mindness helped her a lot during her early days as a One Eyed Ghoul. She wasn't as afraid as some other people to eat a human, though she does have some qualms about killing humans, as long as she thinks they've done nothing wrong. Isori can also be quite airheaded and some times dreamy, completely unfitting for someone like her, if you ask most. She likes video games but is not completely addicted to them like some, ehem, others. She likes to think of herself as motherly and more often than not the peacemaker AND the one to bring in common sense to a conversation or other when things start getting too gory. Basically, a ghoul straight man, well, woman. Backstory: She doesn't remember much from when she was a kid. She was left in the streets, with nothing but a necklace that read 'Suzu' in romaji. She made friends with some other kids and an old man took them in. That's as far as she remembers her first childhood days. Afterwards, and when she was taken to the old man's house, her memories become a little more vivid. She was a human among ghouls, that much was certain. However, not being raised by human parents made her lack the common fear they shared for the cannibals. The old man and the others didn't make much of an effort to hide the fact that they ate human meat either, at least not in the house. The old man did tell her that killing was bad, though, so she didn't grow to be completely amoral. She went to school like everybody else. She was planning on becoming an enforcer of Ghoul rights. As she grew, she obviously saw that most Ghouls were killed without a real explenation, other than eating people. But they couldn't help it. That was who they were. Who they would always be. Suzu found it sad. To be killed just because of who you are. She thought it was about time for someone to take a stand and stop the Doves from senselessly killing Ghouls. Yes, there were some that were completely feral and killed for sport, but there were also those that weren't. Stereotyping them like such was wrong, so Suzu thought. It wasn't long before the old man himself was killed by the doves he tried to protect the children from. Despite not wanting to see those she saw as brothers and sisters go, finally, she had no option but to let them go. And go herself as well. While she tried to relocate from ward 5 to ward 10 to lead a more human-like life, she didn't know that she was already in the sights of someone. Someone that she didn't want to attract the attention of. While she continued to attend high school like any other girl her age, making friends and perhaps even some enemies, one or two boyfriends here and there, she would constantly feel... observed. A set of eyes was always stuck to her back, and it wasn't as if it were an stalker. It was way more terrifying than that. It's sole presence sent a chill down Suzu's spine. Each week, each day, each hour, it became more intense. Frankly, Suzu was frightened. Though she constantly asked her current friends and even tried to get a hold on those she called her siblings long ago. It was hard to get in touch with them, though. She thought that perhaps having Ghouls help her would shoo whoever was stalking her away. Sadly for her, that wouldn't have been the case even if she had gotten ahold of them, for they were planning to do something with her that by far surpassed any kind of fear a Ghoul could strike in any one person. She went to sleep one night. What followed are like her memories of when she was a child, abandoned and with nowhere else to go. Blurry, mysterious, terrifying. She could hear the sound of her own muffled screams, she could see a scalped being pulled up, some strings of flesh still hanging from it, she could feel her very innards being pulled from out of her stomach and how she could only watch in horror. The next time she woke up, she was looking at an unfamiliar rooftop. She turned to her side and saw one of her high school friends beside her, tears in her eyes and she threw herself at Isori. Wait... did she know this woman? At all? A man came in to her room after that. Tall, attractive. Looked like a model. He told her that he was her boyfriend. Again, it didn't seem to ring any bells. After that, the doctor came in. He explained the situation to her. He told her that her memories might be a bit blurry, but he told her everything in order. Her name was Ayashiki Isori. She lived with her parents in a normal house, lead a normal high schooler life, had a boyfriend and several friends in her high school, but a week before, she and her family had been attacked by a Ghoul. The Ghoul fed on both of her parents and was halfway through Isori's own body when the doves arrived and saved her. Her condition, however, was extremely bad. She was missing several organs, organs they had to replace. The shock rendered her unconscious for a week, which was in and of itself quite surprising, since most doctors theorized she wouldn't wake up for months. After that, she went through a period of rehab. The staff was astonished at the pace in which she was recovering. A pair of weeks later, she was discharged from the hospital. When she arrived to her 'home', however, she felt it was all too foreign to her. Nothing seemed to be in place. The doctor had warned her, however, that a side effect of the trauma she suffered would be memory loss. She might not remember people or places that were dear to her, in an effort to block away the attack by the Ghoul that night. Isori didn't think much of it, truthfully. Still, the notice of her dead parents... hadn't affected her at all. Most would be devastated, but she felt nothing. She felt even less for the places that were, supposedly, 'dear' to her. In any case, she decided to fix herself something to eat. When she tried the salad and pasta she had prepared for herself, however... it was horrible. Foul tasting. It was so repulsive that she couldn't help but vomit it back out. What had happened? For as long as she knew, she was able to eat things like these. Even in the hospital, they gave her meat and she could eat it without a problem. Then why couldn't she eat this? She tried something else. Meat, like the one they gave her in the hospital. The same. Perhaps bread? No, that also came right back out. Potato chips? Down the toilet a few seconds after eating them. Ice cream? She wouldn't even dare go near the thing at this point. What had happened? The doctor hadn't mentioned a side effect like this. No... it was probably more sinister. Vomitting things that would otherwise be eaten easily... where had she heard, no, seen, that before? It was... it was.... It finally clicked inside her mind. The memories that had seemingly disappeared resurfaced after experiencing something her siblings did that same day they were picked up. Vomit the perfectly delicious meat they had been offered. She was... a ghoul? But how? She was a human until just recently.... thoughts like devolved into heavy migraines, and each time a migrane hit her, a single thought stuck in her head. Hungry. Kill. Eat. Was that how they felt when they got hungry? This... insatiable hunger for violence? She turned to see herself in the mirror, and saw herself with a twisted smile, and a kakugan in her right eye. She jumped back and looked at her reflection again. An scared human girl with two perfectly normal blue eyes. Perhaps she should go feed like the others did? Find someone who had committed suicide recently. They wouldn't mind becoming food, right? Perhaps they would even be happy that their life was worth something in the ened. So, she set out. She looked up and down for anyone that might have killed themselves. It was the only way she could feed. The only way she could make sure if she was actually a ghoul now. Of course, a high school girl couldn't possibly know where to look when searching for corpses. She eventually wandered into a dangerous alley. Not because it was filled with Ghouls, but because it was filled with humans. Like before, she soon felt how a set of eyes planted themselves on her back. This time she was not afraid, however. These eyes did not hold the same pressure those other eyes did. This man was nothing compared to that feeling from before. Still, she couldn't possibly kill another human, right? Even if he was threatening her.... Eventually, and when there were no more people around, the man jumped on top of her in a dark alley. His intentions were clear. "Let me go!" Isori begged the man. "Or what, little girl?! Ya gonna hurt me?!" Isori didn't struggle much. She knew that the strength of a Ghoul by far surpassed that of a human. She could easily break the man's arm if she resisted against this attempt of rape. However, and as the man started undressing her, he kept a single hand on Isori's mouth, trying to muffle any screams. Though the girl did not scream, she did try very hard for not to do something else. Don't bite his hand. Bite it, you know you want it. Don't do it. Do it. It is a human being, you can't possibly eat him. But look at the piece of shit he actually is. Nobody will miss him. Bite him. Bite him. EAT HIM. She opened her mouth and then closed it. Simple way to eat, honestly. The man could only stare at his now missing fingers. It took a while for his fear to settle in, and for him to realize that he had done the worst mistake in his life. Isori stood back up, before locking her lips with the man's. After that, she pulled back, having tore apart his lower lip. "You wanted something like this, didn't you?" She laughed. She felt her sanity leaving her, and she to hold on to it. Perhaps... let go this one time would help her remain sane in the future. Only the bones of the man were left that day. Isori realized something then. If she had to feed, well, she could only feed off the scum of society. Thieves, rapists, murderers, perhaps the occasional dove here and there. Anyone that didn't feel like living in a perfectly organized society was electable for her to feed on. So she started hunting. She had a hang for it, having watched the others do it, though she did have to train on how to use her kagune better. When doves finally found her, and some of them died thanks to her peculiar skill with her kagune, she was nicknamed Plague. The fact that she lost control while fighting them also raised some notioriety for her, which she would like to be rid off. In an effort to shake them off her tail, she retreated back to ward 5, where it had all started. There, she found the others. How would they take it that she was now a Ghoul like them? Well, only time would tell. Other: Still trying to major in politic sciences to be able to help ghouls. Being one herself now, though, would probably be bad for her in the future if she does follow with it. She wishes she could still eat instant ramen, a favorite of hers before her Ghoulification. Will add theme tomorrow cause I'm fucking tired.
4,324	106	5	1,918	8,262	Itsuki Itsuki grin faded ever so slightly as Suzu ran into him like she did, and his eyes seemed to take on a cracked expression as she began to sob, asking him where he had been all those years. No tears built up in his eyes, but he did reach up and tussle her hair, that same smile on his face, kind, soft, and yet, not all there. And the expression of conflict in his eyes just seemed to resonate for a bit as he answered in a tone as soft and comforting as his smile. "I'm sorry Suzu, I just. . . . kinda lost my way after the old man passed, and by the time I found myself, everyone else was gone." He looked up, somewhat surprised by his brother's arrival and his subsequent revelation. As he rushed forward, with Suzu close behind him, something about the scenario just struck him as wrong. Time seemed to slow down, his sister's tear-stained words breaking into his thoughts as, suddenly, two figures with blazing red eyes burst from the dark, their voices distorted by the fog of war as Itsuki's mind suddenly shifted back into the hell that was the 24th ward. He was with one of the few friends he'd made in that pit, a weaker ghoul by the name of Ichigo who made his living scavenging off the leftover's of stronger ghouls. He was looking at Itsuki, his hand outstretched, fear in his eyes as the first figure sinks their teeth into his neck while the other digs their kagune-coated hand straight through his chest. Suddenly, the world gets hazy, the beat of his heart racketing up with every milisecond turned into days upon days as he sees Ichigo morph first into Suzu, then Asoka, then Kachi, before finally shifting into his greatest regret. His breath hitched, his pupils widening to such a great size, it seemed like the entirety of his irises had been consumed by the gaping maw. She stood there, her flesh hanging in ragged, chewed strands, only her face untouched by the savagery as the two ghouls feeding on her took on familiar visages. The Ripper and Argentum, the ghoul's who killed her. His love, his only true joy and desire in his life that he felt body and soul, and all he could see in her beautiful face, her cherry red lips, smooth, porcelain skin, her short, shining black hair, and her deep chocolate brown eyes. From her perfect lips spoke the same phrase, over and over in the sweetest, yet at the same time, most mocking of tones as she beckoned to him, with one ravaged hand, there hardly being any flesh or muscle on it any more due to the monster's savage feeding. Where were you, Itsuki? Why did you come for me? Why didn't you protect me? As time returned to it's normal speed, and the apparition faded away, so did their words, but not the effect they had. In what had been to most probably a split-second, he felt like he'd just spent hours witnessing these terrors. A change overcame him, his smile finally dropping, his head taking a strange tilt to it, and his dead eyed kakugan burst to life, the blaring white of his eyes focusing in on the two attacking his family. There was no thought's right now, only honed paranoia and insanity as he suddenly rushed forward, his cloak fluttering behind him in the breeze as a familiar ache spread along his lower back, followed by the sharp pain of his kagune bursting from his back, four twisting tentacles covered that would launch out with such speed that it'd be nigh-impossible for the young ghouls to interpret what just happened to them as the boy was seized by the throat in mid-air, barely given the chance to breathe before he was slammed into wall he had sprung from so hard that it gained even more cracks, creaking dangerously to signify it's weakness. The girl would be given a similar amount of mercy, as at the same time she'd be gripped by her pertruding Kagune being swung into the ground with such force that she bounced. She was right in front of her brother, but before she could do anything, Itsuki's foot would come down lightly, but firmly, on her chest, and her vision would be the grasping clawed end of his blackened Kagune, her brother staring down a similar sight as he reared them back, about to kill these two children if no one intervened. His expression as he committed the deed was hollow of any emotion, as if none had truly resided their in the first place.	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,325	106	6	2,798	1,688	Kasachi HyoutaHis sister did deserve much more than just a hug, and Kasachi would have to make it up to her after this. For now, as his feet touched the second floor lightly, he had a brat to take care without bringing the whole place down around them. A palm knocked aside the Kagune strike before his other hand wrapped around the sword-like weapon, clamping around it even while something distracted Kasachi. What? Well namely his brother’s disproportionate response as four tendrils burst from Itsuki’s back. Of concern was also Isori’s own Kagune and who the hell had done that to her, but he pushed it aside for now. Not to say the anger that rose faded completely as his grip tightened enough around the young boy’s Kagune to crush it slightly. He also shook the boy like a rag doll for being an idiot and continuing with his failure of plan. Should have realized how badly outmatched they were and let the girl Mii back off. Dropping back down to the first floor, he placed himself between Itsuki and the girl, Mii. They might have been impossibly fast for the young ghouls, but his own Bikaku had little trouble in lashing out and wrapping around the tendrils, forcing them to Itsuki’s side and his brother to stop. He held onto Kazu for a moment before tossing the young ghoul to Mii’s side with a light flick of the wrist. A pair of wings burst from in between his shoulder blades as warning for the young ghouls that he was not as tied up as they might think. “Bring the others out here. Now.” It was a mostly calm tone except for the promise of violence that lingered as an undertone. With that said, he turned his attention towards Itsuki with a frown. From his brother’s expression it seemed like he had truly intended to kill the two young ghouls, and Kasachi couldn’t agree with it. Even if they had been idiots who attacked first, they also apparently didn’t know any better. Within the remains of the mansion he had grown up and on the anniversary of the old man’s death, was it any wonder why he felt for this group of orphans. “Stand down. I’m not letting you kill a bunch of brats in what’s left of where the old man brought brats like them. Like us.” Itsuki’s Kagune should have been a Rinkaku-type if he wasn’t mistaken and given the strain it took to hold them in place, Kasachi was fairly sure he remembered correctly. Hopefully the cracking of knuckles would reach his brother and he wouldn’t need to punch some sense into his elder.	Name: Kasachi Hyouta, "Kachi" Age: 23 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5'6" (1.68m) & 165 lbs. (75kg) Sexuality: Heterosexual CCG Rating: SS+ CCG Title: Deathstalker/Wraith (Kakuja) Mask: Might as well own the title. RC Type: Koukaku, Bikaku, and Kakuja Kagune: His Koukaku manifests as a pair of dark, red-flecked wings. Their size can shift to suit smaller spaces, but his wingspan maxes out at about six meters. Sufficient to curl around him multiple times for layers of protection or reach out and smash his enemies at a distance. Growths resembling scorpion legs also reach over his shoulder and around his ribcage as if he's been hugged from behind by the bug. They offer some protection, but are quite fragile in comparison to the wings. His Bikaku originally manifested as a single segmented tail reminiscent of a scorpion's albeit the stinger was replaced with a blade. An effective all-around weapon that could reach up to four meters far with nothing that really stood out about it. The first change came when he gained the ability to sprout a second tail. More recently he's developed a deadly ability with the Kagune. Much like how a scorpion's stinger delivers posion, the blade portion of his Bikakus can be coated with thin layer of red liquid. These specialized RC cells surge into any open wound inflicted and tear his victim apart from the inside. While costly to utilize as these RC cells are completely lost and must be replaced through consumption, the effectiveness is undeniable. Lastly, but certainly not least is his Kakuja. It manifests from his entire back and quickly engulfs him in what appears to be black sludge. The end result is a human-shaped mass of what looks like crude oil flecked with red. The only visible points at this point are his Kakugan and even those are hard to see because they blend in. When he opens his mouth, the surface seems to stretch and tear before the strands snap apart and reveal pitch darkness. As one can expect, inflicting any damage on Kasachi becomes extremely difficult at this point. Any attempt to cut or pierce his armor finds heavy resistance while blunt trauma seems to be dissipated exceptionally well. Special Quirk: Going for a double as a Chimera Kakuja. Dual Kagunes occurred the same way they did in other Chimeras, namely by the roll of dice. Nothing special about how Kasachi was born with those. As for how he got his Kakuja, it was actually more likely than not to happen eventually. Even after his old man died, Kasachi continued to avoid humans and preyed on his own kind instead whenever possible. He was, of course, trying to force the mutation to occur as a means to get stronger and protect the three he considered family. It took him years of gluttonous feeding, carving into Ghoul populations from numerous Wards, before he developed the additional Kagune he desired. Personality: At the core of Kasachi's personality is a fire to protect what remains of his family, and it burns strong almost a decade later. It is the anchor that holds him in-place, and much of what he does and did was for the purpose his old man left to him. He does truly think of the three as his siblings and treasures the time they spend together, even if that's not a lot by his own decisions. Even before the development of his Kakuja, Kasachi was one of the more combat-oriented of his siblings. He relished in the use of his Dual Kagunes and enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that came with the fast-paced combat that Ghouls participated in. After developing his Kakuja, the sort of elation he derives from combat has only increased. While it's not overwhelming enough for him to prolong fights on purpose, he is certainly more excitable and displays very little restraint, even when it comes to Investigators. Doesn't particularly care about other Ghouls beyond they're his primary food source. Not a big fan of reading, but does enjoy comedy and adventure television, film, etc. No particular feelings towards action beyond he already gets enough in real life. Backstory: How does a Chimera, a result of an union between two Ghouls, end up on the streets alone with no one to look after them? Well the parents not actually loving one another is a good start. Add that they didn't want a child, but a weapon and that's already a pretty good recipe. Throw in one side's jealousy and rage when the successful product didn't belong to them, and oh geez that's just a mess waiting to be spilled. Suffice to say, but the couple had tried to conceive a Chimera numerous times before his success. Failures met an untimely and grisly end that fortunately he would avoid. However when news of his Dual Kagunes reached the ears of the shafted party tensions climbed quickly. Guarded closely not because he was a child, but because of his worth his existence was enough to shatter the finely balanced agreement. Ghoul fought against ghoul in a short-lived and bloody conflict. While young, he had long known that there was no love in this household nor would there ever be. He had no father, and his "mother" didn't deserve the breath it took to utter the world. More immediately, he didn't any other reason than the cloying scent of blood and thump of corpses to flee the building. That's not to say he made it out without a fight, but they'd already put him through his paces with the basics of Kagune handling. The Ghoul that on guard obviously hadn't expected much of a fight from some brat who couldn't have been older than ten. Which was why he fell quickly and without much of a struggle when wings enveloped him in darkness and a blade plunged through his chest. Despite the urge to dig into his first real meal rather than the slivers provided, the boy continued to run and put his past behind him. The streets weren't much kinder, but there was a sense of freedom he quickly came to enjoy. Eventually though, the novelty died down as well and he was faced with the world's unkindness. (Figure this part can get worked out when the four characters have been accepted. Sort of hard to write a history with three others when I don't know who they are after all.) The old man had done a lot for Kasachi... enough that he could have stood by the smoldering remains for days and not be done with his thanks. His name, a home, a family, training... all that and more. He didn't linger for longer than was necessary to say his thanks to his father before he turned to the others. The pit that formed in his stomach at how uncertain their futures were didn't settle in the slightest, but he knew what his course of action was. He had never taken to school like some of them had, and despite the old man's insistence had spent more time on the street than in-class. Where some of his siblings had read books and gone through their schooling, he had spared with the old man and honed his ability to fight. With the old man gone, he needed to be stronger to protect himself and his siblings. His current level of strength would not do... the old man's death was a painful, but clear reminder of that. While they did not follow the same path, his siblings did seem to agree that they all had their own paths to follow. With a promise to see each other and keep in touch they walked their separate paths. Kasachi hoped and wished them the best before he headed straight into a hell of his own making. While Kasachi Hyouta might have disappeared then, it took a while before any news of Deathstalker began to circulate. A Chimera that devoured its own kind like a voracious eater, moving from Ward to Ward without care of territories and leaving plenty of conflict in its wake as Ghouls scrambled to become leader in the areas it had purged of previous ownership. Occasionally it would drop off the news for months on end, but just as rumors of its death began to circulate the Chimera would appear to feast again. There were even sparse reports of CCG encounters, but many were short-lived as the Ghoul seemed to quickly flee from Investigators that shouldn't have posed a challenge for such a rating. Just as the rumors had seemed to become routine, yet another ripple stirred the mills. Apparently Deathstalker had been upgraded to a SS rank by the CCG, a rank certainly warranted by the rumor that held the Ghoul had obtained a Kakuja. Yet for all that people tried to find out about this new development it seemed that he had truly disappeared. Months passed by with little news, until it had been a year since any real sighting of the Ghoul. As if to show the world, or more specifically three specific people, he still lived Kasachi appeared, clad in his Kakuja, in bright day-light. It was certainly an odd occurence with plenty of panic as the local CCG assets scrambled to respond, but he had retreated rapidly after confirming the first news camera on scene. No overlord or savior but himself. He did this several other times at apparently random intervals to reassure his family that, yes, he was still alive. Although he had paid the grave numerous times, Kasachi could not say he had ever felt this proud when he approached. It wasn't hubris to say that only the greatest of threats would be able to harm what was left of his family as long as he was around. He promised the old man he would protect them to the best of his abilities, and now he hoped that they would let him do just that. For one reason they had gathered at the grave site today as well, so he supposed he was about to find out. Other: Enjoys Vietnamese iced coffee immensely. He can't use as much condensed milk since too much disagrees with his inhuman nature, but a bit doesn't bother him. Often times Kasachi will leave human bodies untouched unless there's an urgent need to feed, such as he's just finished a battle with Investigators. It's probably a laughable effort from him, but he tries to at least make the corpses somewhat presentable. Better a clean cut to separate the legs or arms than bite marks.
4,326	106	7	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant Suzu's little return of compliment made Asoka grin in joy, she did enjoy the occasional compliment after all. Though the difference between a compliment and an ego stroke were quite clear when the eldest of the four showed up in his turn, opening with Asoka's resume. A weak chuckle escaped her being as she turned to face a frame she'd recognize despite the effects of time. 'Oh yeah baby, work the shaft.' She withheld such a response however, Asoka of all people knew how important the first impression was, even if she knew them beforehand. Messing around to show off a bit of her nature was one thing, abusing and being downright dirty was another. Luckily, Suzu had the right idea of focusing her attention on Itsuki. Asoka didn't mind, though she'd let go a lot slower of the younger ghoul's waist than the latter did. Her mood would shift when Suzu leaked her eyes out at the presence of Itsuki, prompting Asoka's left eyebrow to arc. 'Wow, really? Sob story already guys? Give me a break.' Her distaste for the moment was well concealed however as her expression displayed more of a charmed yet surprised look than a discontent one. Asoka clearly felt a form of disgust, believing that such baby-like behavior was so surreal and almost ridiculous for survivors like them to express. But she was lying to herself, most likely, and felt a hint of jealousy for not having the same relevance. No matter, it wasn't like they were anything special in the end. She winked at her tall sibling as the final one made his entrance. Now genuine surprise struck the female ghoul, because Kasachi was quite the opposite of Itsuki in terms of growth. Now Asoka's size was never truly a problem to her, it got some rather disconcerting perverts on her side after all, but a short guy was always quite a sight to see. "Kasachi, you look ... Dandy." 'Shorty.' She snickered, pushing the otherwise serious man's buttons before everyone froze because of some random noise. Placing her hands on her hips, Asoka wondered if they weren't indeed having unwelcome visitors to their buffet lacking get together. Then again, perhaps this little event would remedy this event of such a lack. "Heehee, you didn't tell us you prepared a whole party for us, Suzu~" And with that said, a couple of kids went nanners on the adults. Asoka was unimpressed, of course, as undisciplined ghouls were the daily grind for her. They were kids to top it all off, and they faced off against four adult ghoul survivors. Clearly there was nothing to fear. While the three others were busy 'defending' themselves against the young assailants, Asoka dusted off the living room's couch that had been moved and probably used as bed for many homeless and sat comfortably on it. Leg over the other, she watched the events unfold until her oldest 'brother' had a steel cord snap in his head. What they did and who they were fighting off barely interested the little ghoul when she noticed just what made this whole trip worth it. While the males she had clear memories of being fighters, she never recalled Suzu being like this. Let alone that weird Kakugan. Itsuki however, she remembered him being weird, and those messed up eyes of his refreshed her memories very well. Finally, Kasachi, his eyes were boring but sprout out of his back was a ridiculously rare thing to see. At last, Asoka knew why she'd have to care for them more than the rest. "Heh, you guys are such pushovers. C'mon, they're kids. And they look like hobos. And they look sooooo cute with their heads sticking out like wack-a-moles!" Before the moment was broken and they'd emerge from their hiding spot, Asoka took a quick picture with her phone of the kiddies struck with fear of the adults in the room. She didn't stop there and took a quick snap of each of her siblings while they were in their overly serious Ghoul paradigm. At least now she wouldn't forget what they'd look like if they were to vanish again. She stood up and walked closer to have a better glimpse of the kiddies, smacking Itsuki on his posterior like she was the boss. "Loosen up boyo, you're even making me feel nervous. Listen to your midget brother! He seems to be the voice of reason today." With that small jab against Kasachi, she stuck her tongue out at the more reasonable male of the gang, exposing her black tongue piercing. She thought it looked hot, and nothing was permanent on a ghoul so it was really a whatever choice. Asoka then bent over forward, one hand on her hip and the other reaching out for Mii's face. Swiftly she nabbed the little girl's cheek and pulled on it. "So, whatcha doing in this rat hole? Hope you didn't break anything of value, otherwise ... I'd have to wack you like the little moles you are~" She messed with the kid, though the strong grip she had on the cheek displaying the difference of power between the kids and the shortest female of the gang. Ironically, she'd be the most physically apt of the gang and Asoka was confident she could handle these kiddies if they were to get a little too agitated. They were likely no different from the shits she'd recruit in the streets with absolutely no education.	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,327	106	8	925	1,132	Hayasori Mansion Remnants Despite of whatever reaction Itsuki would have at Hyouta's threats, and how he stopped him, two small girls, seemingly twins, approached the man, hurrying out of their hiding spot and grabbing one leg each. Despite their small frame, and as it should be expected from Ghouls, their grip was fierce and unrelenting. "Don't do anything to Onee-chan!" The one clad in pink shouted at Itsuki. "S-She did nothing to you... we are just trying to live here, so please... go home!" The one in blue followed up. "Keep him like that!" There was the pitter patter of yet another set of feet through the remains of the mansion, before he jumped and aimed to cut Itsuki's kagune with his own, a rinkaku kagune, coiled around the boy's waist, taking the form of a serrated blade. He would then spin in the air to be able to cut Itsuki's kagune and free the child that was nicknamed 'Mii-chan', expecting her to already be in the grasp of the older ghoul. Of course, his attack failed completely and he hit the ground, hard, after Hyouta's intervention. Kazuya hit Mii somewhat hard, but still, the both of them stood their ground as Mii caught Kazuya with her arms open. "Are you all right, Kazu-kun?" She asked him, but the boy offered no reply. Instead, he started walking towards the others. Whatever they were doing here, well, it didn't matter. His quick kagune sprouted out again and was quick to coil around his hand and take the form of claws, "Go home." He asked the group of ghouls, his eyes black with his kakugan. Any other human would be terrified at the sight, as the boy seemed deadly serious about killing the lot of them. Kazuya seemed to be a bit more experienced, and the other boy didn't seem half bad either, but their small bodies certainly gave them an edge in speed and in evasion over the Ghouls that were bigger than them and probably better in every other physical aspect. Kazuya thought that it would turn into a battle of attrition then, see who would tire out first. "Let's just stop!" Kazuya shouted, trying to get everyone's attention, and hopingly stopping everyone on their tracks from further hurting the others. Even as he was, he didn't want to test his luck against the older ghouls. That's when Mii's cheek was pulled by Asoka, "W-What are you doing? Please stop. Please." She tried to bark back, but her scared demeanor definitely did not make for much snark coming from her. "Look, we don't have food and we don't have much else for you to steal. If you want our clothes, then take them. But just leave us alone. We don't want any more trouble." As he spoke, Kazuya's eyes started welling up. "But you attacked us first." Isori said, her kakugan disappearing and her kagune retracting back into her shoulder blade. "If anyone has to apologise, it should be you guys for suddenly springing in on us like that. That's not nice, you know?" She approached the little boy and bent down some to pat his head and look at him in the eyes as she half scolded him. "I-I, that's-! Okay... I'm sorry about that. It's just... some doves have been lurking around the area. Toru-nii went to check it over and... he never came back. I got scared, thinking you guys were the same a-and I just... Well, that. We don't want to cause anyone problems. We just want to live here like we've done until now and just live a happy life here. I know Ghouls may not be allowed that, but I don't want these guys to have to go through the same shit I've gone through." That's when Isori hit the boy's head with her fist, lightly, but enough to make the boy let out a pained cry. "What you on about, bitch?!" His answer was met with yet another fist from Isori. "You shouldn't talk like that. You are still young, so you don't need to be swearing so much. I don't know what you've gone through, but I'm sure you can live here without a problem if you don't make too much of a fuss. The doves are busy with the turf wars with that one Ghoul group, so I think they'd overlook you guys if you stay quiet enough." She smiled at Kazuya, before turning to the others. "Right guys?" She knew that wasn't true, though. The doves had the upper hand right now in the skirmishes all around the 5th ward. They didn't want to leave any rock unturned, so they constantly swoop every area where they thought Ghouls could be hiding to get rid of them. They should be all right living here for a month at most, and that was being generous. They could very well be dead by the time the week ended, but Isori had to reassure them in some way. She just hoped that the others caught her drift and followed up with that.	Name: Ayakishi Isori, at least officially. She prefers to be called 'Suzu'. Age: 18 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 1.60 meters. 55 kilograms. Sexuality: Straight, for the most part anyways. CCG Rating: S CCG Title: Plague Mask: Kagune: Unlike most Ukaku's, Isori's kagune manifests as a spiral that spreads all across her right arm. While it is not harmful to her, it certainly is for her opponents. Having it spread across her arm can make it a great melee weapon, and can also help her aim better when using it at a distance. The special characteristic of this kagune, however, is how Isori can release RC cells into the atmosphere and fill a single place with them. As it should be expected, these floating RC cells can be extremely deadly. Her kagune is one of the few that can act as sensors, and the RC Cells immedietly crystallize once someone enters their effective range. As the RC cells adhere to someone's body, they slowly rob the person of their mobility, to the point where they eventually are just a sitting duck, waiting to be consumed by the Ghoul. Of course, if one were to inhale these RC cells, and if they are human, they would most certainly die. Another Ghoul would have trouble breathing, have fits of coughing and perhaps be incapacitated for a while due to their being unable to breath. All of these effects also apply to Isori herself, though her resistance is better than any other's. As most would expect, this is not the full extent of her Kagune, but it is the best she can pull out without losing control of herself, and her appetite. Whenever she does lose control of herself, another wing like kagune sprouts from her other shoulder blade. Having both kagune out tires her out immensely, however, and her urge to feed after using these becomes almost unbearable. RC Type: Ukaku Special Quirk: One Eyed Ghoul Originally a human, Suzu was subject to a expirement that would change her life forever. She was abducted, sedated and then experimented on. She had always had a high RC cell factor, despite not being a ghoul, which made her perfect for an experiment. Without any real papers, or identity, to talk about, it would be easier to perform an experiment on an orphan like this. Nobody would complain. The experiment was a success, and she was given the name Ayakishi Isori. From that day onwards, Isori became a One eyed Ghoul. She remains ignorant on what Ghoul was used to transplant their organs into herself, but she believes it was a fairly powerful one. Personality: While cheerful and amicable, Isori also has no qualms whatsoever over what it means to be a Ghoul. She was raised by one, so she doesn't really see anything bad about feeding off humans, oddly enough. This kind of open-mindness helped her a lot during her early days as a One Eyed Ghoul. She wasn't as afraid as some other people to eat a human, though she does have some qualms about killing humans, as long as she thinks they've done nothing wrong. Isori can also be quite airheaded and some times dreamy, completely unfitting for someone like her, if you ask most. She likes video games but is not completely addicted to them like some, ehem, others. She likes to think of herself as motherly and more often than not the peacemaker AND the one to bring in common sense to a conversation or other when things start getting too gory. Basically, a ghoul straight man, well, woman. Backstory: She doesn't remember much from when she was a kid. She was left in the streets, with nothing but a necklace that read 'Suzu' in romaji. She made friends with some other kids and an old man took them in. That's as far as she remembers her first childhood days. Afterwards, and when she was taken to the old man's house, her memories become a little more vivid. She was a human among ghouls, that much was certain. However, not being raised by human parents made her lack the common fear they shared for the cannibals. The old man and the others didn't make much of an effort to hide the fact that they ate human meat either, at least not in the house. The old man did tell her that killing was bad, though, so she didn't grow to be completely amoral. She went to school like everybody else. She was planning on becoming an enforcer of Ghoul rights. As she grew, she obviously saw that most Ghouls were killed without a real explenation, other than eating people. But they couldn't help it. That was who they were. Who they would always be. Suzu found it sad. To be killed just because of who you are. She thought it was about time for someone to take a stand and stop the Doves from senselessly killing Ghouls. Yes, there were some that were completely feral and killed for sport, but there were also those that weren't. Stereotyping them like such was wrong, so Suzu thought. It wasn't long before the old man himself was killed by the doves he tried to protect the children from. Despite not wanting to see those she saw as brothers and sisters go, finally, she had no option but to let them go. And go herself as well. While she tried to relocate from ward 5 to ward 10 to lead a more human-like life, she didn't know that she was already in the sights of someone. Someone that she didn't want to attract the attention of. While she continued to attend high school like any other girl her age, making friends and perhaps even some enemies, one or two boyfriends here and there, she would constantly feel... observed. A set of eyes was always stuck to her back, and it wasn't as if it were an stalker. It was way more terrifying than that. It's sole presence sent a chill down Suzu's spine. Each week, each day, each hour, it became more intense. Frankly, Suzu was frightened. Though she constantly asked her current friends and even tried to get a hold on those she called her siblings long ago. It was hard to get in touch with them, though. She thought that perhaps having Ghouls help her would shoo whoever was stalking her away. Sadly for her, that wouldn't have been the case even if she had gotten ahold of them, for they were planning to do something with her that by far surpassed any kind of fear a Ghoul could strike in any one person. She went to sleep one night. What followed are like her memories of when she was a child, abandoned and with nowhere else to go. Blurry, mysterious, terrifying. She could hear the sound of her own muffled screams, she could see a scalped being pulled up, some strings of flesh still hanging from it, she could feel her very innards being pulled from out of her stomach and how she could only watch in horror. The next time she woke up, she was looking at an unfamiliar rooftop. She turned to her side and saw one of her high school friends beside her, tears in her eyes and she threw herself at Isori. Wait... did she know this woman? At all? A man came in to her room after that. Tall, attractive. Looked like a model. He told her that he was her boyfriend. Again, it didn't seem to ring any bells. After that, the doctor came in. He explained the situation to her. He told her that her memories might be a bit blurry, but he told her everything in order. Her name was Ayashiki Isori. She lived with her parents in a normal house, lead a normal high schooler life, had a boyfriend and several friends in her high school, but a week before, she and her family had been attacked by a Ghoul. The Ghoul fed on both of her parents and was halfway through Isori's own body when the doves arrived and saved her. Her condition, however, was extremely bad. She was missing several organs, organs they had to replace. The shock rendered her unconscious for a week, which was in and of itself quite surprising, since most doctors theorized she wouldn't wake up for months. After that, she went through a period of rehab. The staff was astonished at the pace in which she was recovering. A pair of weeks later, she was discharged from the hospital. When she arrived to her 'home', however, she felt it was all too foreign to her. Nothing seemed to be in place. The doctor had warned her, however, that a side effect of the trauma she suffered would be memory loss. She might not remember people or places that were dear to her, in an effort to block away the attack by the Ghoul that night. Isori didn't think much of it, truthfully. Still, the notice of her dead parents... hadn't affected her at all. Most would be devastated, but she felt nothing. She felt even less for the places that were, supposedly, 'dear' to her. In any case, she decided to fix herself something to eat. When she tried the salad and pasta she had prepared for herself, however... it was horrible. Foul tasting. It was so repulsive that she couldn't help but vomit it back out. What had happened? For as long as she knew, she was able to eat things like these. Even in the hospital, they gave her meat and she could eat it without a problem. Then why couldn't she eat this? She tried something else. Meat, like the one they gave her in the hospital. The same. Perhaps bread? No, that also came right back out. Potato chips? Down the toilet a few seconds after eating them. Ice cream? She wouldn't even dare go near the thing at this point. What had happened? The doctor hadn't mentioned a side effect like this. No... it was probably more sinister. Vomitting things that would otherwise be eaten easily... where had she heard, no, seen, that before? It was... it was.... It finally clicked inside her mind. The memories that had seemingly disappeared resurfaced after experiencing something her siblings did that same day they were picked up. Vomit the perfectly delicious meat they had been offered. She was... a ghoul? But how? She was a human until just recently.... thoughts like devolved into heavy migraines, and each time a migrane hit her, a single thought stuck in her head. Hungry. Kill. Eat. Was that how they felt when they got hungry? This... insatiable hunger for violence? She turned to see herself in the mirror, and saw herself with a twisted smile, and a kakugan in her right eye. She jumped back and looked at her reflection again. An scared human girl with two perfectly normal blue eyes. Perhaps she should go feed like the others did? Find someone who had committed suicide recently. They wouldn't mind becoming food, right? Perhaps they would even be happy that their life was worth something in the ened. So, she set out. She looked up and down for anyone that might have killed themselves. It was the only way she could feed. The only way she could make sure if she was actually a ghoul now. Of course, a high school girl couldn't possibly know where to look when searching for corpses. She eventually wandered into a dangerous alley. Not because it was filled with Ghouls, but because it was filled with humans. Like before, she soon felt how a set of eyes planted themselves on her back. This time she was not afraid, however. These eyes did not hold the same pressure those other eyes did. This man was nothing compared to that feeling from before. Still, she couldn't possibly kill another human, right? Even if he was threatening her.... Eventually, and when there were no more people around, the man jumped on top of her in a dark alley. His intentions were clear. "Let me go!" Isori begged the man. "Or what, little girl?! Ya gonna hurt me?!" Isori didn't struggle much. She knew that the strength of a Ghoul by far surpassed that of a human. She could easily break the man's arm if she resisted against this attempt of rape. However, and as the man started undressing her, he kept a single hand on Isori's mouth, trying to muffle any screams. Though the girl did not scream, she did try very hard for not to do something else. Don't bite his hand. Bite it, you know you want it. Don't do it. Do it. It is a human being, you can't possibly eat him. But look at the piece of shit he actually is. Nobody will miss him. Bite him. Bite him. EAT HIM. She opened her mouth and then closed it. Simple way to eat, honestly. The man could only stare at his now missing fingers. It took a while for his fear to settle in, and for him to realize that he had done the worst mistake in his life. Isori stood back up, before locking her lips with the man's. After that, she pulled back, having tore apart his lower lip. "You wanted something like this, didn't you?" She laughed. She felt her sanity leaving her, and she to hold on to it. Perhaps... let go this one time would help her remain sane in the future. Only the bones of the man were left that day. Isori realized something then. If she had to feed, well, she could only feed off the scum of society. Thieves, rapists, murderers, perhaps the occasional dove here and there. Anyone that didn't feel like living in a perfectly organized society was electable for her to feed on. So she started hunting. She had a hang for it, having watched the others do it, though she did have to train on how to use her kagune better. When doves finally found her, and some of them died thanks to her peculiar skill with her kagune, she was nicknamed Plague. The fact that she lost control while fighting them also raised some notioriety for her, which she would like to be rid off. In an effort to shake them off her tail, she retreated back to ward 5, where it had all started. There, she found the others. How would they take it that she was now a Ghoul like them? Well, only time would tell. Other: Still trying to major in politic sciences to be able to help ghouls. Being one herself now, though, would probably be bad for her in the future if she does follow with it. She wishes she could still eat instant ramen, a favorite of hers before her Ghoulification. Will add theme tomorrow cause I'm fucking tired.
4,328	106	9	2,798	1,688	Kasachi HyoutaHuh. Eight years really did put a 180 on Asoka’s personality, and it was hard to even associate the word meek with the younger girl he saw right now. It was a bit jarring, but Kasachi supposed he had no one but himself to blame for this unfamiliarity with his siblings. A slight tilt of his head seemed to ask if this was really an appropriate time for photos, and then he muttered, “Really now,” as he made a show of looking down, even if only slightly, at the shorter raven-haired girl. His lips did curl upwards in amusement though before he focused on Itsuki again. His older brother might have had about half a foot on him, but that evidently didn't translate into any great difference in strength. With a hand on Itsuki's chest, his Bikaku flexed, and he shoved the older ghoul away from the brats with a grunt, disentangling his Bikaku from Itsuki's Kagune afterwards. With all Kagune freed up, his two wings swept the twins up before they could make it past him and wrapped around the two of them, leaving only their heads exposed. It wasn’t a crushing embrace, but the lack of any give definitely hinted that could change at any moment. As for the other boy that charged onto the scene despite all this, one of his Bikaku snaked around the serrated Kagune and then the boy’s torso, holding him helplessly in the air rather than let him hit the ground. With a sigh, his Bikaku whipped through the air briefly to shake the captured boy like a ragdoll. Ultimately harmless in the end, but Ghouls were hardly immune to disorientation and even adult Ghouls he had done that to weren’t too coherent afterwards. His one free Bikaku angled downward, tip of the blade following Kazuya’s movements. Despite that Kasachi’s eyes remained focused on Itsuki as he waited to see if his brother had calmed down, or if they were really about to do this. Not that he wanted to fight any of his siblings, but he also wasn’t about to let them kill off a bunch of brats that didn’t know any better. He still respected his father and what the old man had believed in after all this years. “Pft.” A slow shake of the head accompanied Kasachi’s amused scoff. “Giving yourself a bit too much worth there.” Really, the brat thought the four of them had nothing better to do than rob a few kids? Isori seemed to have a decent handle on things for now, so he let the three captured kids go. It wasn’t exactly a gentle toss, but they weren’t going through any walls, even those with eight years of neglect, at the least. Really, it was just a few tumbles before they came to a stop around Kazu, Mii, Isori, and Asoka. Seeing as both Isori and Asoka had gone over to one of the brats, leaving only Itsuki in front of him, Kasachi spared a glance back when his youngest sister, presumably, asked for their support. “If they stay quiet enough. Try this on the doves, and you’ll all just end up dead. Like geez, even if the old man was at peace, this display probably has him rolling in his grave.” As if embarrassed he had to take part in all this he rubbed at the back of his head and sighed. If it weren't the anniversary of the old man's death he probably would have avoided the 5th Ward to be honest. Ever since The Apex Hunters had appeared, the group had stirred up trouble with the Doves and constantly got into fights and skirmishes. Apparently a few days back the Doves had managed to take out one of the stronger Ghouls in the group and were pressing the advantage with everything they had. Dove Squads moved in on previously safe houses and hiding spots, racking up the body count as The Apex Hunters reeled from their loss. From what he heard the group had been forced to give up quite a bit of territory as they retreated and regrouped. Hardly a good time to be a Ghoul in hiding really. "It'd be better if you all headed to a different Ward though," he said honestly after a moment.	Name: Kasachi Hyouta, "Kachi" Age: 23 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5'6" (1.68m) & 165 lbs. (75kg) Sexuality: Heterosexual CCG Rating: SS+ CCG Title: Deathstalker/Wraith (Kakuja) Mask: Might as well own the title. RC Type: Koukaku, Bikaku, and Kakuja Kagune: His Koukaku manifests as a pair of dark, red-flecked wings. Their size can shift to suit smaller spaces, but his wingspan maxes out at about six meters. Sufficient to curl around him multiple times for layers of protection or reach out and smash his enemies at a distance. Growths resembling scorpion legs also reach over his shoulder and around his ribcage as if he's been hugged from behind by the bug. They offer some protection, but are quite fragile in comparison to the wings. His Bikaku originally manifested as a single segmented tail reminiscent of a scorpion's albeit the stinger was replaced with a blade. An effective all-around weapon that could reach up to four meters far with nothing that really stood out about it. The first change came when he gained the ability to sprout a second tail. More recently he's developed a deadly ability with the Kagune. Much like how a scorpion's stinger delivers posion, the blade portion of his Bikakus can be coated with thin layer of red liquid. These specialized RC cells surge into any open wound inflicted and tear his victim apart from the inside. While costly to utilize as these RC cells are completely lost and must be replaced through consumption, the effectiveness is undeniable. Lastly, but certainly not least is his Kakuja. It manifests from his entire back and quickly engulfs him in what appears to be black sludge. The end result is a human-shaped mass of what looks like crude oil flecked with red. The only visible points at this point are his Kakugan and even those are hard to see because they blend in. When he opens his mouth, the surface seems to stretch and tear before the strands snap apart and reveal pitch darkness. As one can expect, inflicting any damage on Kasachi becomes extremely difficult at this point. Any attempt to cut or pierce his armor finds heavy resistance while blunt trauma seems to be dissipated exceptionally well. Special Quirk: Going for a double as a Chimera Kakuja. Dual Kagunes occurred the same way they did in other Chimeras, namely by the roll of dice. Nothing special about how Kasachi was born with those. As for how he got his Kakuja, it was actually more likely than not to happen eventually. Even after his old man died, Kasachi continued to avoid humans and preyed on his own kind instead whenever possible. He was, of course, trying to force the mutation to occur as a means to get stronger and protect the three he considered family. It took him years of gluttonous feeding, carving into Ghoul populations from numerous Wards, before he developed the additional Kagune he desired. Personality: At the core of Kasachi's personality is a fire to protect what remains of his family, and it burns strong almost a decade later. It is the anchor that holds him in-place, and much of what he does and did was for the purpose his old man left to him. He does truly think of the three as his siblings and treasures the time they spend together, even if that's not a lot by his own decisions. Even before the development of his Kakuja, Kasachi was one of the more combat-oriented of his siblings. He relished in the use of his Dual Kagunes and enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that came with the fast-paced combat that Ghouls participated in. After developing his Kakuja, the sort of elation he derives from combat has only increased. While it's not overwhelming enough for him to prolong fights on purpose, he is certainly more excitable and displays very little restraint, even when it comes to Investigators. Doesn't particularly care about other Ghouls beyond they're his primary food source. Not a big fan of reading, but does enjoy comedy and adventure television, film, etc. No particular feelings towards action beyond he already gets enough in real life. Backstory: How does a Chimera, a result of an union between two Ghouls, end up on the streets alone with no one to look after them? Well the parents not actually loving one another is a good start. Add that they didn't want a child, but a weapon and that's already a pretty good recipe. Throw in one side's jealousy and rage when the successful product didn't belong to them, and oh geez that's just a mess waiting to be spilled. Suffice to say, but the couple had tried to conceive a Chimera numerous times before his success. Failures met an untimely and grisly end that fortunately he would avoid. However when news of his Dual Kagunes reached the ears of the shafted party tensions climbed quickly. Guarded closely not because he was a child, but because of his worth his existence was enough to shatter the finely balanced agreement. Ghoul fought against ghoul in a short-lived and bloody conflict. While young, he had long known that there was no love in this household nor would there ever be. He had no father, and his "mother" didn't deserve the breath it took to utter the world. More immediately, he didn't any other reason than the cloying scent of blood and thump of corpses to flee the building. That's not to say he made it out without a fight, but they'd already put him through his paces with the basics of Kagune handling. The Ghoul that on guard obviously hadn't expected much of a fight from some brat who couldn't have been older than ten. Which was why he fell quickly and without much of a struggle when wings enveloped him in darkness and a blade plunged through his chest. Despite the urge to dig into his first real meal rather than the slivers provided, the boy continued to run and put his past behind him. The streets weren't much kinder, but there was a sense of freedom he quickly came to enjoy. Eventually though, the novelty died down as well and he was faced with the world's unkindness. (Figure this part can get worked out when the four characters have been accepted. Sort of hard to write a history with three others when I don't know who they are after all.) The old man had done a lot for Kasachi... enough that he could have stood by the smoldering remains for days and not be done with his thanks. His name, a home, a family, training... all that and more. He didn't linger for longer than was necessary to say his thanks to his father before he turned to the others. The pit that formed in his stomach at how uncertain their futures were didn't settle in the slightest, but he knew what his course of action was. He had never taken to school like some of them had, and despite the old man's insistence had spent more time on the street than in-class. Where some of his siblings had read books and gone through their schooling, he had spared with the old man and honed his ability to fight. With the old man gone, he needed to be stronger to protect himself and his siblings. His current level of strength would not do... the old man's death was a painful, but clear reminder of that. While they did not follow the same path, his siblings did seem to agree that they all had their own paths to follow. With a promise to see each other and keep in touch they walked their separate paths. Kasachi hoped and wished them the best before he headed straight into a hell of his own making. While Kasachi Hyouta might have disappeared then, it took a while before any news of Deathstalker began to circulate. A Chimera that devoured its own kind like a voracious eater, moving from Ward to Ward without care of territories and leaving plenty of conflict in its wake as Ghouls scrambled to become leader in the areas it had purged of previous ownership. Occasionally it would drop off the news for months on end, but just as rumors of its death began to circulate the Chimera would appear to feast again. There were even sparse reports of CCG encounters, but many were short-lived as the Ghoul seemed to quickly flee from Investigators that shouldn't have posed a challenge for such a rating. Just as the rumors had seemed to become routine, yet another ripple stirred the mills. Apparently Deathstalker had been upgraded to a SS rank by the CCG, a rank certainly warranted by the rumor that held the Ghoul had obtained a Kakuja. Yet for all that people tried to find out about this new development it seemed that he had truly disappeared. Months passed by with little news, until it had been a year since any real sighting of the Ghoul. As if to show the world, or more specifically three specific people, he still lived Kasachi appeared, clad in his Kakuja, in bright day-light. It was certainly an odd occurence with plenty of panic as the local CCG assets scrambled to respond, but he had retreated rapidly after confirming the first news camera on scene. No overlord or savior but himself. He did this several other times at apparently random intervals to reassure his family that, yes, he was still alive. Although he had paid the grave numerous times, Kasachi could not say he had ever felt this proud when he approached. It wasn't hubris to say that only the greatest of threats would be able to harm what was left of his family as long as he was around. He promised the old man he would protect them to the best of his abilities, and now he hoped that they would let him do just that. For one reason they had gathered at the grave site today as well, so he supposed he was about to find out. Other: Enjoys Vietnamese iced coffee immensely. He can't use as much condensed milk since too much disagrees with his inhuman nature, but a bit doesn't bother him. Often times Kasachi will leave human bodies untouched unless there's an urgent need to feed, such as he's just finished a battle with Investigators. It's probably a laughable effort from him, but he tries to at least make the corpses somewhat presentable. Better a clean cut to separate the legs or arms than bite marks.
4,329	106	10	1,918	8,262	Itsuki Itsuki eyes flicked towards, Asoka, then Kachi, before letting his Kagune disperse with a slight sigh. He payed little attention to what happened afterwards, only concerned with one thing at that moment now that he had confirmed that there was no actual threat. "Kachi, be wary, seems like Asoka means to sexually assail the all of us before the night is out. And I won't argue that what I did might be overreactive considering the assailants, but I've learned the hard way not to underestimate someone just because of their age." Itsuki, backed away before Kachi could proceed to push him, putting his back against the wall, watching and listening to the kids as they spoke, learning a couple things himself as well. But as everyone spoke, his gaze drifed over to his youngest sibling, or more to the point, the kagune that she shouldn't have. He'd heard lots of stories of half-ghouls, but none of them had been happy ones, especially those of humans being made into ghouls by some sick scientist's experiments. His fingers curled into fists as he began to feel a familiar surge of anger flow through him, but he quickly let it dissipate as he knew that getting pissed at shadows wouldn't solve anything, and going after whoever did this wouldn't stop whatever had happened. Turning his attention to the small group that had made themselves known, he decided to wait rather than add in his own two cents to the issue. Instead, he studied the children, the dynamics among them, the weak links, and the pressure points that could be pressed to break their spirits. the girl and the older boys seemed to be the more capable of the 5, though that wasn't by much, and the twins were either smart or stupid for asking for forgiveness the way they did. Probably stupidly naive, but trying to calm the situation down, even in such a childish fashion, might've given them some pity in the eyes of a ghoul. A Dove would've killed them all outright, though, no doubt about that. They were all young, and obviously not related, but had come together out of necessity like many orphaned ghouls. How ironic that they come here for safety and a place to live. "A group of orphans, living in the ruins of an old mansion that just so happened to be the place where we were gathered so many years ago in much the same way. It's quite the poetic coincidence, I must say, that they come to live here at the moment of our impromptu reunion. And I do have to agree with Kachi on this one, kids, if things are as bad as he says, than you're probably going to die if you stay here." So much for waiting, though I never have been the type to sit still and wait for my turn to speak. Always having to speak, always need to break the silence, even if that means conversing with myself.	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,330	106	11	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant At least Itsuki wasn't stiff as a bone anymore. His upcoming comment however made Asoka release the female known as Mii-chan as per her requested and proceeded to flip off her 'brother' with a discontent look. "Remind me next time to shatter your coccyx. Clearly you'd prefer that, little M." She pointed at her elder brother with the same major finger she'd flip him off with before poking his nose with it. A little chuckle made it evident she was messing with him, but then again he probably had the right idea that Asoka wasn't as predictable as before. Crossing her arms as she turned to face the flock of kiddies now all emerging to expose their true numbers, the shortest of the adults counted them all and took notice of just how bad they looked. Evidently, they weren't pampered like the four of them had the chance to be back in the day. They definitely looked like crap. While Kachi seemed amused at the explanation of the more volatile boy's response, Asoka held back a rather crude laughter. Bits and pieces were let out and her face turned red in the effort. Steal crap from a moldy vestige of a burnt house? Someone of her caliber? Well, she wasn't that great but Asoka did make the effort to at least look classy enough. To assume such things were both insulting but also hilarious. It reminded her just how stupid kids could be, and that made them all the cuter. And then, a speech of encouragement. It went from sob story to hope most people like Asoka were completely disillusioned of. The laughter stopped but the awkward stare began toward Suzu's direction. With some sound advice from the males, reality still didn't seem to strike them all too well. It appears as though Asoka was going to be the bummer of the gang this time around. Someone had to be, heck she'd even be the deathdealer if they'd have to mercy kill them. "Bad or not, you know the death toll for kiddies without guardians is massive. I'd say, whether they stay or move, given what those annoying Doves have been doing the past weeks, one or two will survive through sheer luck. And that's within the year" Asoka mercilessly announced the facts, most likely imposing terror to the hearts of the innocent little beings before her. But it was true, they would most likely die barring the lucky or clever. Clearly most were not clever seeing as they've rushed the four adult ghouls without even thinking it through. "And you said one of your pals got grabbed. Assuming he or she got locked up, it could very well be that they'll spill the beans to avoid getting butchered into a Quinque for a few more weeks. Running won't be so useful then now would it~" Smirking, at least she prepared the little ones to what was the reality of their situation. It'd likely come as a shocker too for her siblings as such a lack of consideration didn't fare very well for Asoka's image. It didn't matter however, she wasn't conducting business and if anything she got those apt to survive on their toes. "We see kids like these every day, guys. You shouldn't nut because you see some in person. No matter how ... Cute ... They may ... Beeeaaaaahhhhh shit." The twins just had to be there, being all cute and almost the exact same. The two just looked so adorable and perfect, there was just something about them being twins that added to the cute factor. Disposing of her more serious and party pooping demeanor, she approached the two lads and knelt down to their level. Asoka grinned almost creepily at them, though that could be because she did put off a disconcerting show on how they'd all die. "And what are your names? You look so young. Are you scared of the creepy men who took your friend?"	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,331	106	12	1,918	8,262	Itsuki "So violent, it's almost endearing, though I admit you have me stumped on the Little M bit, not quite sure what you mean there." Itsuki returned his sister's gesture with a smile of his own, not seeming to take the threat to heart. He might've said more, but Kazuya stepped away from Isori and placed himself between Asoka and the twins, giving her a cool glare that failed to hide the fear in his eyes. "Look, we're sorry for attacking you, we were scared and desperate, but if you've got nothing else to do with us, then just leave us be. Like I said before, we don't want any trouble and you guys seem like just that." As he spoke, the child's eyes turned to glare at Itsuki, remembering how quick the man had been in trying to kill them. Nothing good could of mixing up with these people, he was sure of it. But a voice spoke up from her place on the ground. "But Kazu-nii . . . maybe they can help save Toru-nii. We don't know where he is, or what they're doing to him. What if the lady's right and they . . . they . . ."Mii started to cry as her thoughts turned to their missing brother and his likely fate at the hands of the doves, curling up into a ball as her sobs got louder and louder. Kazuya clenched his teeth, glaring angrily at Asoka before walking over to put a hand on his sister's shoulder, only for her to jump in him and cry into his jacket. He said no words, but only looked at the adults around him, giving a silent message to them all: Go away! We don't need or want you here. Itsuki was rather unfazed by the scene, though he no longer had his smile up, he seemed more subdued rather than saddened. He said nothing in response to the display of emotion, simply deciding to recline against a wall and keep to himself. While he did feel for their situation, he wasn't about to go on a suicide mission to save some random kid, and hedoubtedany of the others would either. It was just a bad call, and something that likely end up with them on the wrong-side of a Quinque blade.	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,332	106	13	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant And her brother didn't get it. Somewhat awkward, then again it was somewhat of an inside joke from her environment, but even so people usually caught on pretty fast, all Asoka needed was to gear her sibling onto the right track. The adorableness of the twins became secondary to the little show she was about to display to Itsuki. Straightening herself, she'd present her flattened left hand at the level of her chest before explaining herself. "You see Itsukiwi, according to Asokaism, the world was once all chaos. But then a very hot Goddess came down and divided the miserable people into two categories: The M and the S." She put the emphasis on the letters, and as S was pronounced, she lifted her right hand in the same position as her left, imitating a form of scales. Surely he had picked up her little, stupid joke and it did take some theatrics to get the foul tension in the air all gone. Especially after her speech on how these munchkins were going to get slaughtered. Asoka beamed at Itsuki, proud of herself that she got to mess with him. She did often dream of shocking her old housemates with this change of behavior for there wasn't the slightest hint of discomfort or hesitation in her words. Her large smile drowned out with Kazuya's intervention. He blocked her view from the almost perfectly identical blonde kiddies, and that she did not like at all. The young dealer cocked an eyebrow upon feeling the full force of Kazuya's disdain for the orphan quads that simply wanted to meet in this Godforsaken place. Then the other girl of the gang spoke up and just cried her eyes out. A drop of sweat leaked out of Asoka's forehead and made its way through her cheek. She was definitely uncomfortable with her crying all of a sudden. 'Great, I made a kid cry. Give me a break.' "Look, sweetie, I wouldn't mind giving an asskicking to a couple of Doves, but there's no way I'm going anywhere near Cochlea. And neither should you little pests. You may want to, erm ... Move on?" She struggled this time around, clearly her words were not that well presented this time around. Asoka rubbed her right temple with her fingers, taking this reaction really not as well as she should have. The other kids still looked terrified, and who could blame them, a bunch of a ghouls in which one was dead eyed just barged in and paraded the fact that they would die pretty horrible deaths. Smooth move, Asoka, even smoother on your part, Itsuki. Kazuya's glare however reminded her of what she was about to do before Mii starting bursting into tears. A brief 'Heh' escaped her lips before she scooted to their direction. Swiftly, Asoka nabbed the young boy's chin with her thumb and index. She got him good, and he could feel the intense force applied from just the two small fingers, likely smaller than Kazuya's. Asoka knew exactly how to catch people like this, after all it excited those into dominant females so she learned. She lowered herself on one knee to be at his level. "Now you, a prime M alright. You just love to take a beating. Give it a rest, I'll rip Itsukiwi's family jewels off before he caps one of you." With a smirk, she closed the gap between little boy's face and her's before employing a softer and more hospitable tone. "You'd make a fine man in a few years. But keep this up and you'll make a nice Dove suitcase. But before that, your buddies with you are going to come and save you. I'm sure you know how this little scam loop works, the Doves study this stuff after all. They're close to your age when they start learning this actually." By now, she had managed to get close to four of the five, getting a good feel of them as well as their smell. There just remained one boy who didn't speak out much, most likely not as outgoing as this little ball of energy. In any case, what seemed like playtime for Asoka was her testing the waters.	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,333	106	14	2,798	1,688	Kasachi Hyouta He pulled his hand back when it seemed Itsuki had come to his senses and held his hands up in a gesture for peace. When it didn’t seem like his elder held anything over Kasachi’s interruption he exhaled softly in relief. That turned into a heavy sigh as he turned around to look at Asoka with a cocked eyebrow. He couldn’t exactly argue with the hard facts that the second youngest laid out, as harsh as they were. Though he could have pointed out that her and Isori couldn’t have been any older, and were probably younger than most of the brats when the four of them had gone their separate ways. The dubious expression remained as he watched Asoka literally switch on a dime as the twins rolled to a halt nearby and caught her attention. The callous edge in her tone might have disappeared as she addressed them, but it was still a bit off putting how she spoke to them. As if to emphasize his expression Kasachi cocked his head at the exchange between his two siblings… A glance at the brats showed that they were either confused or didn’t care about the byplay, which was for the better really. “It’s probably Corniculum,” he pointed out for Asoka as he rolled his neck and hummed happily when it cracked. As it stood, if Kazuya didn’t want their help then Kasachi wasn’t about to try and drag the five with him even if it was for their own sakes. A hand ran through his hair, and he sighed sharply at Mii’s muffled sobs. If the old man was alive he would definitely have Kachi’s hide if he simply walked away and abandoned the five to their fates. He could watch over them from the shadows like some guardian angel, though that was painting far too pleasant a picture, and wouldn’t last long. Once the CCG realized that the five were apparently of importance to Wraith, they would come down hard. “Please don’t try converting any of them to Asokaism, especially not while they’re still so young,” he remarked as his body tensed. The dual Kagunes receded inside with a few shudders on his part and he relaxed again afterwards as he looked between each of the brats. “Lil Asoka wasn’t wrong though. Even if the Doves miss ya in the following weeks, there’s still plenty of ways you might go within the year.” He didn’t- actually scratch that, scared is exactly what he wanted the brats to be. Scared people, humans or Ghouls, tended to live a lot longer especially if they managed to take control of their fear.	Name: Kasachi Hyouta, "Kachi" Age: 23 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5'6" (1.68m) & 165 lbs. (75kg) Sexuality: Heterosexual CCG Rating: SS+ CCG Title: Deathstalker/Wraith (Kakuja) Mask: Might as well own the title. RC Type: Koukaku, Bikaku, and Kakuja Kagune: His Koukaku manifests as a pair of dark, red-flecked wings. Their size can shift to suit smaller spaces, but his wingspan maxes out at about six meters. Sufficient to curl around him multiple times for layers of protection or reach out and smash his enemies at a distance. Growths resembling scorpion legs also reach over his shoulder and around his ribcage as if he's been hugged from behind by the bug. They offer some protection, but are quite fragile in comparison to the wings. His Bikaku originally manifested as a single segmented tail reminiscent of a scorpion's albeit the stinger was replaced with a blade. An effective all-around weapon that could reach up to four meters far with nothing that really stood out about it. The first change came when he gained the ability to sprout a second tail. More recently he's developed a deadly ability with the Kagune. Much like how a scorpion's stinger delivers posion, the blade portion of his Bikakus can be coated with thin layer of red liquid. These specialized RC cells surge into any open wound inflicted and tear his victim apart from the inside. While costly to utilize as these RC cells are completely lost and must be replaced through consumption, the effectiveness is undeniable. Lastly, but certainly not least is his Kakuja. It manifests from his entire back and quickly engulfs him in what appears to be black sludge. The end result is a human-shaped mass of what looks like crude oil flecked with red. The only visible points at this point are his Kakugan and even those are hard to see because they blend in. When he opens his mouth, the surface seems to stretch and tear before the strands snap apart and reveal pitch darkness. As one can expect, inflicting any damage on Kasachi becomes extremely difficult at this point. Any attempt to cut or pierce his armor finds heavy resistance while blunt trauma seems to be dissipated exceptionally well. Special Quirk: Going for a double as a Chimera Kakuja. Dual Kagunes occurred the same way they did in other Chimeras, namely by the roll of dice. Nothing special about how Kasachi was born with those. As for how he got his Kakuja, it was actually more likely than not to happen eventually. Even after his old man died, Kasachi continued to avoid humans and preyed on his own kind instead whenever possible. He was, of course, trying to force the mutation to occur as a means to get stronger and protect the three he considered family. It took him years of gluttonous feeding, carving into Ghoul populations from numerous Wards, before he developed the additional Kagune he desired. Personality: At the core of Kasachi's personality is a fire to protect what remains of his family, and it burns strong almost a decade later. It is the anchor that holds him in-place, and much of what he does and did was for the purpose his old man left to him. He does truly think of the three as his siblings and treasures the time they spend together, even if that's not a lot by his own decisions. Even before the development of his Kakuja, Kasachi was one of the more combat-oriented of his siblings. He relished in the use of his Dual Kagunes and enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that came with the fast-paced combat that Ghouls participated in. After developing his Kakuja, the sort of elation he derives from combat has only increased. While it's not overwhelming enough for him to prolong fights on purpose, he is certainly more excitable and displays very little restraint, even when it comes to Investigators. Doesn't particularly care about other Ghouls beyond they're his primary food source. Not a big fan of reading, but does enjoy comedy and adventure television, film, etc. No particular feelings towards action beyond he already gets enough in real life. Backstory: How does a Chimera, a result of an union between two Ghouls, end up on the streets alone with no one to look after them? Well the parents not actually loving one another is a good start. Add that they didn't want a child, but a weapon and that's already a pretty good recipe. Throw in one side's jealousy and rage when the successful product didn't belong to them, and oh geez that's just a mess waiting to be spilled. Suffice to say, but the couple had tried to conceive a Chimera numerous times before his success. Failures met an untimely and grisly end that fortunately he would avoid. However when news of his Dual Kagunes reached the ears of the shafted party tensions climbed quickly. Guarded closely not because he was a child, but because of his worth his existence was enough to shatter the finely balanced agreement. Ghoul fought against ghoul in a short-lived and bloody conflict. While young, he had long known that there was no love in this household nor would there ever be. He had no father, and his "mother" didn't deserve the breath it took to utter the world. More immediately, he didn't any other reason than the cloying scent of blood and thump of corpses to flee the building. That's not to say he made it out without a fight, but they'd already put him through his paces with the basics of Kagune handling. The Ghoul that on guard obviously hadn't expected much of a fight from some brat who couldn't have been older than ten. Which was why he fell quickly and without much of a struggle when wings enveloped him in darkness and a blade plunged through his chest. Despite the urge to dig into his first real meal rather than the slivers provided, the boy continued to run and put his past behind him. The streets weren't much kinder, but there was a sense of freedom he quickly came to enjoy. Eventually though, the novelty died down as well and he was faced with the world's unkindness. (Figure this part can get worked out when the four characters have been accepted. Sort of hard to write a history with three others when I don't know who they are after all.) The old man had done a lot for Kasachi... enough that he could have stood by the smoldering remains for days and not be done with his thanks. His name, a home, a family, training... all that and more. He didn't linger for longer than was necessary to say his thanks to his father before he turned to the others. The pit that formed in his stomach at how uncertain their futures were didn't settle in the slightest, but he knew what his course of action was. He had never taken to school like some of them had, and despite the old man's insistence had spent more time on the street than in-class. Where some of his siblings had read books and gone through their schooling, he had spared with the old man and honed his ability to fight. With the old man gone, he needed to be stronger to protect himself and his siblings. His current level of strength would not do... the old man's death was a painful, but clear reminder of that. While they did not follow the same path, his siblings did seem to agree that they all had their own paths to follow. With a promise to see each other and keep in touch they walked their separate paths. Kasachi hoped and wished them the best before he headed straight into a hell of his own making. While Kasachi Hyouta might have disappeared then, it took a while before any news of Deathstalker began to circulate. A Chimera that devoured its own kind like a voracious eater, moving from Ward to Ward without care of territories and leaving plenty of conflict in its wake as Ghouls scrambled to become leader in the areas it had purged of previous ownership. Occasionally it would drop off the news for months on end, but just as rumors of its death began to circulate the Chimera would appear to feast again. There were even sparse reports of CCG encounters, but many were short-lived as the Ghoul seemed to quickly flee from Investigators that shouldn't have posed a challenge for such a rating. Just as the rumors had seemed to become routine, yet another ripple stirred the mills. Apparently Deathstalker had been upgraded to a SS rank by the CCG, a rank certainly warranted by the rumor that held the Ghoul had obtained a Kakuja. Yet for all that people tried to find out about this new development it seemed that he had truly disappeared. Months passed by with little news, until it had been a year since any real sighting of the Ghoul. As if to show the world, or more specifically three specific people, he still lived Kasachi appeared, clad in his Kakuja, in bright day-light. It was certainly an odd occurence with plenty of panic as the local CCG assets scrambled to respond, but he had retreated rapidly after confirming the first news camera on scene. No overlord or savior but himself. He did this several other times at apparently random intervals to reassure his family that, yes, he was still alive. Although he had paid the grave numerous times, Kasachi could not say he had ever felt this proud when he approached. It wasn't hubris to say that only the greatest of threats would be able to harm what was left of his family as long as he was around. He promised the old man he would protect them to the best of his abilities, and now he hoped that they would let him do just that. For one reason they had gathered at the grave site today as well, so he supposed he was about to find out. Other: Enjoys Vietnamese iced coffee immensely. He can't use as much condensed milk since too much disagrees with his inhuman nature, but a bit doesn't bother him. Often times Kasachi will leave human bodies untouched unless there's an urgent need to feed, such as he's just finished a battle with Investigators. It's probably a laughable effort from him, but he tries to at least make the corpses somewhat presentable. Better a clean cut to separate the legs or arms than bite marks.
4,334	106	15	1,918	8,262	Itsuki Asoka's little show did put things into better perspective for Itsuki, who rolled his eyes at the display. "I'd say that a third person exist in this system of your's, the neutral ones who rather not give or receive." He'd mutter with a bit of gruffness, his ego ever so slightly affected by his lack of recognition, but in his defense to himself, it had been on a topic that he'd been very far away from the forefront of his thoughts for a very, very long time. As his siblings spoke to the kids, however, he began to think more on the subject. He knew that the smart thing was to let the brats sink or swim by their merits, as it would likely lead to trouble if they tried to care for them . . . but the old man would've done it. If it hadn't been for his kindness, than Itsuki would likely be dead or in the service of some other ghoul's gang by now. He'd been saved from the true realities of living as a ghoul in his early days of living, and he now had the chance to do the same for another group of kids. How could he ever face the old man in the next life if he didn't at least try. With a sigh, he walked passed the other two, making a motion for them to follow as he walked into the rain, waiting until he was far enough away from the children that they wouldn't be able to hear tgwm, but close enough so that he could keep an eye on them, though he asked for Isori to keep an eye on them as well, just in case they tried to make a break anyway. Once Asoka and Kasachi arrived, he'd begin to layout his plan. "Okay, I've changed my tune on this whole deal, if for nothing else but the memory of the Old Man. I was thinking of taking a nearby abandoned warehouse as a place of residence for myself, as I've nowhere to live after my years of absence. I'm willing to take the brats in with me as well, as it'd definitely be big enough for all of them, but the problem is that it's inhabited already by a gang of ghouls. I've done some preliminary scouting of the area already, and none of them appear to be very strong, and though they do have a numbers advantage, it wouldn't be anything I couldn't handle. However, I'd rather have this done quietly and efficiently, so as to lessen the chance of drawing the Doves attention. As such, if you guy's would be willing to help, it'd be appreciated. I can't offer anything in return, and the only real reason for suggesting is that I believe we owe o the old man to do this. One good turn deserves another and all of that. So, you in?"	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,335	106	16	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant Upon her comment on the little kid's fate at the hands of the CCG, big brother number two had the right idea to pitch in his own idea as to what prison the little one would be in. This prompted Asoka to lift an eyebrow and orient her glace at the green eyed cannibal. "Heh, contrarian." She'd remark with a strong level of snark in her voice barely a second after his input. Kasachi would follow up with how it would be bad if she indoctrinated the innocent minds over here to her recently created religion. This earned a chuckle, but a full blown laughter would be released when Itsuki tried to catch up from his ignorance with such a silly reply. Shaking her head in a condescending manner, she rolled her eyes before stretching her arms up in the air before releasing a rude yawn with her mouth uncovered. Distractions aside, they all seemed concerned about what to do with the kids, despite of course being ghouls who kill sentient, innocent individuals for a living every day, usually. For Asoka, the thought wasn't as surreal as it would be for the males of the gang for instance, as they were clearly the more ruthless of the bunch. Just by looking at how Itsuki acted, it wasn't hard to tell that he was one of those creepy, violent ones she had to deal with more than once when trying to get some respect in her own ward. It did come to a surprise when he made the effort to gather the two away from the kids to have a talk. Asoka honestly expected him to just make out a plan to mercy kill them without alerting the kiddies and go on with their lives. But no, he did not, quite the contrary actually. This left Asoka somewhat flabbergasted, unable to utter a thought for a second. The female ghoul quickly tried to discern what was going on, and eventually she got it. 'Guilt tripping, huh? Fuck me, nostalgia biting us in the ass again. Some crazies would even call this fate.' She sighed in the middle of her brother's monologue, having already understood what he expected from them before he'd ask for their help. Fighting for things she couldn't own or make use of wasn't something she was used to, nor feeling like it would be of any positive effect to her being, at all. Asoka turned her head, arms crossed as she zoned out the rain with such a dilemma in her hands, to give a glance at her second oldest sibling, having already asserted that he was most likely the more stable one of the two before her. She wanted him to at least give her a look, something to confirm whether he'd be with or against such an idea. Eventually, she'd voice her opinion. "So, you want us to risk our lives to kill a bunch of nobodies, bring some smelly kids we just met in some shady warehouse with you, the guy who made them shit their pants, as babysitter? Am I the only one seeing this as late night joke material?" Mocking her brother's suggestion, she both expressed the ridiculousness she felt in this plan but also a need to calm down the seriousness of it all. They were just kids they could abandon from all she cared, so why be all direct about taking care of them? The old man's legacy was one thing, but it shouldn't be a priority to survivor ghouls like them. "Look, the best thing we could do is just mercy kill them. Probably the kindest thing they'd even known to be honest. I ain't killing any kid however, I'm way beyond getting this new Burberry dirty." Asoka acted as though she had absolute no care for them, putting her clothes before the very pity act she offered. Upon finishing her sentence, she did turn back to look at Isori, as well as the kids nearby. Those twins were so fucking adorable, and made her feel all fuzzy inside. Asoka grimaced, filled with both cringe and guilt toward what ran in her mind. Playing the bad cop here wasn't exactly her position of choice, but come on, a little reason was needed. She'd want to hear what they'd have to say about the options before she'd obviously choke and nab herself a set of dual kiddies.	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,336	106	17	2,798	1,688	Kasachi Hyouta “Pft.” He met Asoka’s gaze, but otherwise didn’t respond any further. It hadn’t even been half an hour, but he recognized she had a way with words at the least and was in all likelihood better spoken than him. There was no need to spark a verbal back-and-forth he’d probably regret. He blinked several times at the roaring laughter Itsuki inspired and simply shrugged at the kids who seemed more nervous with each second. Looking away from the brats, he watched the rain fall and even focused on individual droplets, switching as they splattered on the ground, until the laughter died. A glance between his “siblings” and Kachi nodded ever so slightly as he turned on a heel and followed after Itsuki. The older male’s 180 was… somewhat surprising, but Kachi didn’t really have much insight into Itsuki’s mentality. He couldn’t say he trusted the older male, not after what little he had seen, but if Itsuki wanted to try and take care of the brats than his support was there. His future was filled with a staggering amount of free-time given his siblings seemed to be… well, or close enough to it. They were all so different from what he remembered, but that was what happened over the eight year fight it must have been for each of them to survive. He shook his head slightly and focused on the main issue at hand here, namely what to do with the brats. Kachi didn’t miss Asoka’s glance, but his dismissive shrug was probably unhelpful at best. Regardless of how good or bad the idea was, they couldn’t do anything if the brats weren’t cooperative, and Asoka so helpfully pointed out exactly why the five would balk from the idea. Asoka’s proposal was good in the fact that it didn’t really matter what the brats wanted, but lacked any real redeeming points beyond that. “The brats would probably object to the suggestion. Might as well just leave them alone like they want, and maybe Kazuya might catch your fancy one day.” It did seem like some of the brats had caught her eye, but he had a feeling it wasn't the spunky, if slightly brainless, blue-eyed boy. Without waiting for a response from her, though Kachi did keep an eye on her just in case she took offense, he glanced at Itsuki. “Give me the warehouse location and I’ll go take care of it. You’ll probably need the time just to convince those five that they have any reason to trust ya.”	Name: Kasachi Hyouta, "Kachi" Age: 23 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5'6" (1.68m) & 165 lbs. (75kg) Sexuality: Heterosexual CCG Rating: SS+ CCG Title: Deathstalker/Wraith (Kakuja) Mask: Might as well own the title. RC Type: Koukaku, Bikaku, and Kakuja Kagune: His Koukaku manifests as a pair of dark, red-flecked wings. Their size can shift to suit smaller spaces, but his wingspan maxes out at about six meters. Sufficient to curl around him multiple times for layers of protection or reach out and smash his enemies at a distance. Growths resembling scorpion legs also reach over his shoulder and around his ribcage as if he's been hugged from behind by the bug. They offer some protection, but are quite fragile in comparison to the wings. His Bikaku originally manifested as a single segmented tail reminiscent of a scorpion's albeit the stinger was replaced with a blade. An effective all-around weapon that could reach up to four meters far with nothing that really stood out about it. The first change came when he gained the ability to sprout a second tail. More recently he's developed a deadly ability with the Kagune. Much like how a scorpion's stinger delivers posion, the blade portion of his Bikakus can be coated with thin layer of red liquid. These specialized RC cells surge into any open wound inflicted and tear his victim apart from the inside. While costly to utilize as these RC cells are completely lost and must be replaced through consumption, the effectiveness is undeniable. Lastly, but certainly not least is his Kakuja. It manifests from his entire back and quickly engulfs him in what appears to be black sludge. The end result is a human-shaped mass of what looks like crude oil flecked with red. The only visible points at this point are his Kakugan and even those are hard to see because they blend in. When he opens his mouth, the surface seems to stretch and tear before the strands snap apart and reveal pitch darkness. As one can expect, inflicting any damage on Kasachi becomes extremely difficult at this point. Any attempt to cut or pierce his armor finds heavy resistance while blunt trauma seems to be dissipated exceptionally well. Special Quirk: Going for a double as a Chimera Kakuja. Dual Kagunes occurred the same way they did in other Chimeras, namely by the roll of dice. Nothing special about how Kasachi was born with those. As for how he got his Kakuja, it was actually more likely than not to happen eventually. Even after his old man died, Kasachi continued to avoid humans and preyed on his own kind instead whenever possible. He was, of course, trying to force the mutation to occur as a means to get stronger and protect the three he considered family. It took him years of gluttonous feeding, carving into Ghoul populations from numerous Wards, before he developed the additional Kagune he desired. Personality: At the core of Kasachi's personality is a fire to protect what remains of his family, and it burns strong almost a decade later. It is the anchor that holds him in-place, and much of what he does and did was for the purpose his old man left to him. He does truly think of the three as his siblings and treasures the time they spend together, even if that's not a lot by his own decisions. Even before the development of his Kakuja, Kasachi was one of the more combat-oriented of his siblings. He relished in the use of his Dual Kagunes and enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that came with the fast-paced combat that Ghouls participated in. After developing his Kakuja, the sort of elation he derives from combat has only increased. While it's not overwhelming enough for him to prolong fights on purpose, he is certainly more excitable and displays very little restraint, even when it comes to Investigators. Doesn't particularly care about other Ghouls beyond they're his primary food source. Not a big fan of reading, but does enjoy comedy and adventure television, film, etc. No particular feelings towards action beyond he already gets enough in real life. Backstory: How does a Chimera, a result of an union between two Ghouls, end up on the streets alone with no one to look after them? Well the parents not actually loving one another is a good start. Add that they didn't want a child, but a weapon and that's already a pretty good recipe. Throw in one side's jealousy and rage when the successful product didn't belong to them, and oh geez that's just a mess waiting to be spilled. Suffice to say, but the couple had tried to conceive a Chimera numerous times before his success. Failures met an untimely and grisly end that fortunately he would avoid. However when news of his Dual Kagunes reached the ears of the shafted party tensions climbed quickly. Guarded closely not because he was a child, but because of his worth his existence was enough to shatter the finely balanced agreement. Ghoul fought against ghoul in a short-lived and bloody conflict. While young, he had long known that there was no love in this household nor would there ever be. He had no father, and his "mother" didn't deserve the breath it took to utter the world. More immediately, he didn't any other reason than the cloying scent of blood and thump of corpses to flee the building. That's not to say he made it out without a fight, but they'd already put him through his paces with the basics of Kagune handling. The Ghoul that on guard obviously hadn't expected much of a fight from some brat who couldn't have been older than ten. Which was why he fell quickly and without much of a struggle when wings enveloped him in darkness and a blade plunged through his chest. Despite the urge to dig into his first real meal rather than the slivers provided, the boy continued to run and put his past behind him. The streets weren't much kinder, but there was a sense of freedom he quickly came to enjoy. Eventually though, the novelty died down as well and he was faced with the world's unkindness. (Figure this part can get worked out when the four characters have been accepted. Sort of hard to write a history with three others when I don't know who they are after all.) The old man had done a lot for Kasachi... enough that he could have stood by the smoldering remains for days and not be done with his thanks. His name, a home, a family, training... all that and more. He didn't linger for longer than was necessary to say his thanks to his father before he turned to the others. The pit that formed in his stomach at how uncertain their futures were didn't settle in the slightest, but he knew what his course of action was. He had never taken to school like some of them had, and despite the old man's insistence had spent more time on the street than in-class. Where some of his siblings had read books and gone through their schooling, he had spared with the old man and honed his ability to fight. With the old man gone, he needed to be stronger to protect himself and his siblings. His current level of strength would not do... the old man's death was a painful, but clear reminder of that. While they did not follow the same path, his siblings did seem to agree that they all had their own paths to follow. With a promise to see each other and keep in touch they walked their separate paths. Kasachi hoped and wished them the best before he headed straight into a hell of his own making. While Kasachi Hyouta might have disappeared then, it took a while before any news of Deathstalker began to circulate. A Chimera that devoured its own kind like a voracious eater, moving from Ward to Ward without care of territories and leaving plenty of conflict in its wake as Ghouls scrambled to become leader in the areas it had purged of previous ownership. Occasionally it would drop off the news for months on end, but just as rumors of its death began to circulate the Chimera would appear to feast again. There were even sparse reports of CCG encounters, but many were short-lived as the Ghoul seemed to quickly flee from Investigators that shouldn't have posed a challenge for such a rating. Just as the rumors had seemed to become routine, yet another ripple stirred the mills. Apparently Deathstalker had been upgraded to a SS rank by the CCG, a rank certainly warranted by the rumor that held the Ghoul had obtained a Kakuja. Yet for all that people tried to find out about this new development it seemed that he had truly disappeared. Months passed by with little news, until it had been a year since any real sighting of the Ghoul. As if to show the world, or more specifically three specific people, he still lived Kasachi appeared, clad in his Kakuja, in bright day-light. It was certainly an odd occurence with plenty of panic as the local CCG assets scrambled to respond, but he had retreated rapidly after confirming the first news camera on scene. No overlord or savior but himself. He did this several other times at apparently random intervals to reassure his family that, yes, he was still alive. Although he had paid the grave numerous times, Kasachi could not say he had ever felt this proud when he approached. It wasn't hubris to say that only the greatest of threats would be able to harm what was left of his family as long as he was around. He promised the old man he would protect them to the best of his abilities, and now he hoped that they would let him do just that. For one reason they had gathered at the grave site today as well, so he supposed he was about to find out. Other: Enjoys Vietnamese iced coffee immensely. He can't use as much condensed milk since too much disagrees with his inhuman nature, but a bit doesn't bother him. Often times Kasachi will leave human bodies untouched unless there's an urgent need to feed, such as he's just finished a battle with Investigators. It's probably a laughable effort from him, but he tries to at least make the corpses somewhat presentable. Better a clean cut to separate the legs or arms than bite marks.
4,337	106	18	1,918	8,262	Itsuki "No one's asking you to kill a kid or risk your life, I've been staking the place out and it's full of mostly chumps, lightweights, ghouls that you can probably beat with your eyes closed if the rumors I've heard about my silver-tailed sister are worth anything, sparse as they tended to be. As for convincing them, I'll admit, I was just going to tell them that they can either try their luck with me for a greater chance of surviving as a group, or go it alone and watch as they all get killed off one by one by either other ghouls or Doves. I'm only doing this because it's what the Old man would've done, otherwise, I really can't say I care." Itsuki cracked his neck a little, feeling a bit stiff after standing in the cold for so long. As Kachi gave his own thoughts on the matter, Itsuki couldn't help but frown at the thought of having to actually talk to the kids, but he realized that if this was going to happen, he'd probably have to eventually, so better to just get it over with. "Fine, just do your best to be discreet about it, I don't want to have to deal with Doves sniffing the place out, it's a miracle they haven't bust down the door already to be honest." He'd give Kachi the address, the basic layout of the warehouse that he'd been able to guess from the outside, and an estimation of how many Ghouls were present and their patrol schedules. It seemed to be a group of maybe 12-15, though it could be more, with two pairs of guards patrolling around the perimeter every night under the cover of shadows. Once that was done, he'd give another sigh before beginning to trudge on back to where the kids and Isori were, giving Asoka some parting words as he walked passed, ruffling her hair a bit as he did so, a ghost of a smile on his face. "You can either help stop the trainwreck of a conversation that's about to happen between me and those brats, help Kachi clear the place out, or simple bow out and go about your day. Whatever the reason, it was good to see you again and glad to see you've made a place for yourself. Try and visit from time to time, I could use a smart-ass to keep me company from time to time." He chuckled as he tapped his forehead a bit before continuing on. "As I'm sure you'v noticed, not exactly the brightest bulb after these 8 years or so." With that, he'd walk over to Isori, who was currently in a conversation with one of the twins while most of the other kids kept an eye on the group, wondering what the adults had decided.	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,338	106	19	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant "You're asking me to fight ghouls. No matter how shit they are, it's still a risk I factor in, idiot. All you need is one outlier in their gang to make you shit bricks." Arms crossed, Asoka wasn't particularly amused by the second portion of Itsuki's statement about her. While the title surely stroked her ego, she didn't like to have it used in a manner to downgrade the threats ahead. You can't lead a pack of unpredictable ghouls without knowing yourself to never underestimate an enemy, or a situation in general. She'd eventually back up under the rotten porch of the decayed house, realizing just how bad her hair had gotten. The pigtails did the damage control, but goodness were they just a pain to wear at this point. Removing the elastics used to apply her style, she released her shoulder blade length hair. As she brushed its entirety with her gloved hands in the attempt to remove the mass of water caught in them. "Besides, suck my dick all you want, I know you two morons are hotshots among our suitcase carrying friends. If the group is that weak, one of you should be enough, let alone some circlejerk coalition between the two of you." Nonetheless, if she didn't have to risk anything major, she was game to have this happen. May as well boost that karma slightly to make Asoka feel better about herself. So the two boys exchanged information about the place and how it could go, the little female ghoul didn't seem to interested in that. If she were to assault it, she'd of course look it up in her workplace and plan out how she'd make others do it for her with minimum damage to her assets. But then something awful occurred, something that defied common sense to those who knew who Asoka was as a woman. Patting her on the head, messing with her hair and then acting all big brother-ish. How demeaning it felt for her, a power monger megalomaniac with a severe superiority complex. It was unacceptable. A vein plopped out of her temple, and her eyelid twitched when Itsuki made it back in. Resisting the urge to shatter her own teeth in anger, she simply took in a deep breath before replying. "Yeah, I'm happy with my place in this world alright ..." And with that said in the most monotone of voices, she made it evident to the male that something wasn't ticking right. Though as he'd take the action to understand what was up, he'd be met with strong, forward kick on his tailbone. She promised she'd go for the coccyx after all. It wouldn't be surprising that she'd pull off so easily, even on a high rated like Itsuki, after all she was the skillful one of the gang. The kick was swift, and shouldn't be all that damaging by someone her size. Except she'd a ghoul. The coccyx would evidently break and the sheer force would propel Itsuki forward into wooden rubble within the house. This would hurt, somewhat, but as a ghoul it would be rather easy to shrug off by Itsuki. What would be harder would be the organ inevitably damaged there. The glorious family jewels. If he were also a Bikaku, the Kakuhou would also take a beating and deliver the most amusing of reactions. Now standing as authoritarian as ever, she slowly unbuttoned her prized coat before handing it on the opened door behind her. She was wearing a red plaid shirt, unbuttoned enough to show her cleavage. "... Now you should learn yours, my beloved big brother. There are two things you should know. One, don't touch me like that. Ever. Two, just because we're quote on quote, "Siblings", doesn't automatically make us best friends. You're right on one thing, you are dumb. You know who I am, so don't push it." Rolling her eyes, she'd turn her head to face Kachi, the one who didn't seem to out of touch with reality, as she cracked her knuckles. She wasn't going to beat the crap out of Itsuki, not unless he'd retaliate, but she did feel pumped and the need to exact ritualistic actions and free herself from unneeded equipment took over. "I'm game for this charity work, but I'm not butchering some hobo ghouls. I'm a bit above doing the dirty work these days, sweetie."	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,339	106	20	220	2,523	With your permission... Hana Kurosawa Hayasori Mansion Remnant The lone figure walked at a leisure pace, examining each crevice, each loose brick of the mansion. Her hands hesitantly tried to reach something, but stopped short. A place full of memories this one was. Hana stood there for a brief moment, pondering on the past, about the grief and emptiness of the present... and what to do about the future. She thought she had a set plan for her life, beyond merely surviving and thriving. But nowadays, it was so tiresome. So monotone. Nothing lasts forever, not even memories. She was looking positively haggard, having chosen to wear a simple tracksuit with hood, masking her apperance at the expense of people believing she was a lunatic in a late street jog. Something unusual, and yet at the same ordinary. Hana was a master at this. Her eyes narrowed, seeing the hallmarks of several recent, fresh footprints. Someone else was inside. She crinkled her nose at the thought, and partly because that overpowering mouldy smell was everywhere. Ghouls, or Doves? She thought, as she knelt, and picking some of the mouldy crud, smeared it under her armpits and in the back of the neck. According to her medical studies, those two parts were responsible for most of the sweat scent. Running into hostile ghouls would suck. She thought to herself as she crouched, and stealthily as she could manage, tried to get inside. Stupid creaking floorboards ruined her silent entrance in seconds. She took the curve ball with dignity, straightening herself as she walked in, her sight scanning the room. And then, her hands reached for her mouth. "Kachi!? Is that you?" She gasped, inmediatly recognizing the fierce battle-loving youth. He had changed, but she could still single him out."Ikki!? DAMN...like...DAMN, you sure are big now!" A second time she was surprised, referring to Itsuki by the childhood name she had taken a liking to use. "And then, then you're Suzu-chan! You look good!" Hana recalled the young amicable girl from her memories, amazed at how much she had changed. She had hit the growth spurt magnificently. And the fourth person...was still tiny. She struggled for words for a single moment. True, she had grown also pretty well, too...but she still looked quite a bit...childish."A-chan!!! You're still so cute I could pinch your cheeks!" She finished, trying to fix (or not) but failing spectaculary her previous attempt to be nice to the younger female ghoul. Truth to be told, she was easily the most adorable of the younger siblings she had to deal with, always clinging to the Old man's legs. "But um, I think kicking people even if it's Ikki, it's bad..." "Uh..." Hana added, pulling her hood back and revealing her face for the others to see."This is great! I was going to reminisce about old times...and you're all here! This is surely, a serendipidity!" Hana smiled, clasping her hands. "Big sis Hana is happy! Really happy! How have you been? What are you up to?" She added, barely containing her excitement as she began to walk in circles around the group, still examining the wreck of the mansion. And all of a sudden, she screamed. She had found the kids. Worst case scenario. The female ghoul was radiant, but witnessing the cadre of orphans put all her motherly senses into overload, and drove all the common sense in a dark damp recess of her brain. "Eeeeee!!!!! Look at 'em the cwute widdle lil' chompers! So adorabs! You can call me mama Hana anytime!" She squealed as she kept staring at them like a child stares at a big chocolate cake. "Ikki! No! Kachi, because you're still standing! I want to pop out a couple of spuds and raise them and pinch their cheeks?! Do you want to contribute!?" And then she was rolling on the floor, with expressions like "oh my god" and "Totes adorabs" before wisely stopping, and looking at her fellow siblings made the right question for once, instead of acting silly. "Hey, what's going on, actually?"	Name:Hana Kurosawa, M.D. Age: 24 Gender:Female Height & Weight:166cm & Mind your own business. Sexuality:Bisexual, with a dash of Zoophilic (if you consider humans as zoophilia, anyway) CCG Rating: B~ (The CCG can't figure her out for their own good. Way too careful and erratic, with zero confirmed kills. Could potentially skyrocket to S, or SS even). CCG Title: Honeybee Kagune: Her Ukaku Kagune actually resembles a pair of crystaline, insectoid wings, with jagged edges. Like most Ukaku, she can use these wings to shoot a shower of detached crystallized shards on targets. Compared to other types ghoul claws, it's very prone to break and chip away with use, and while she can wield it in close combat to cut targets with its razor sharp edges, it can't parry many blows in a quick succession. However, Hana can actually partially manifest her kagune, in order to produce crystallized shards which can be wielded as easy to manufacture, easy to throw away scalpels. These kagune daggers can be easily concealed and produced and are versatile tools in addition to weapons that can cut ghoul flesh easily. RC Type: Ukaku Special Quirk: Eidetic Memory: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate knowledge by just witnessing or reading it once, thus making her learning curve insanely fast regarding matters. Hana didn't just conquer the barrier of literacy among ghouls, she steamrolled through it once she had gained a solid base thanks to her mentor. She mostly uses this ability to further her scientific knowledge, by devouring books and data like some ghouls devour tender infants, with special focus on medicine, for the forensic perks of easy access to corpses people won't miss, and in order to help other ghouls to heal. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to grasp for the CCG. She often is able to crosscheck her information and sniff out CCG investigators and presence far quicker than most ghouls and act low-key. Personality: Hana is a firm believer of predatorial mimicry, and as such, she displays a sweet and coy attitude, always eager to please everyone around her. She also downplays her own skill and intelligence, and even calls herself in third person in a belitting manner. A coward in most direct confrontations, Hana would rather flee than fight, and humilliate herself rather than escalate the violence. However, when the honey doesn't cut it, and people actually threaten or hinder her advances above an acceptable threshold, Hana proves to be quite the cunning bitch, taking a leaf out of the Art of War. She will respond to threats throughoutly and often in deceptive, ruthless ways. From kidnapping, to poisoning, and even goading the CCG to capture rival ghouls. Hana believes in some sort of ecosystem balance between humans and ghouls, and as such she won't attack underdeveloped prey like children, and will sometimes tag and personally dispose of the rotten apples of the human basket. She also is a self-confessed lover of human literature and science, and she also indulges in quick, sporadic relationships with humans. Backstory: Most tragic stories about Ghoul orphans either involve faction wars or the CCG. In the case of Hana, it was just a freak car accident. There was no tension, no drama, no against. One day she was a lovely spry ghoul child, and the next day she had exited a car who was set aflame after dropping down a cliff, panicked, cold and relentlessly calling for help. But no one came. Hana resigned herself to the fate. She learned quickly. there was no returning from that much damage and fire. They were dead. Life in itself was a fragile thing. That much, the child understood. Tumbling and wandering, she ended up congregating with a bunch of other kids. All orphans, and ghouls aswell. Safety in numbers. Upon being found by the old man, and after some time of hesitation, as she was at first untrusting of someone who would pick a bunch of lil' human chompers out of mere kindness, she was among the first to fall in line. She understood, that just like a parent cared for children, some ghouls cared for other ghouls at an species level, and she answered the old man's altruism with a healthy dose of her own, using her intellect to learn quickly and become a dependable older sister to others, in order to make the whole effort be more efficient. However, to all things came an end, and when the old man suddenly disappeared, the group fell apart like a house of cards. Even though she advocated for sticking together, she eventually conceded in parting ways with the others. She quickly formulated a new route, a new life plan. She would use her memory and top notch academic skill to pursue a medical education (as the car accident still painfully reminded that even if ghouls were more durable than humans, their lives could also be extinguished easily). But first, she needed a new sponsor... and while she was growing up quite nicely, she didn't think seducing a rich old man would be a viable possibility, because of the sheer low odds. However, an equally low odd happened before her eyes. A washed up backalley doctor, being assaulted by Yakuza. Food, and sponsor in one neat package. Althought the medic had to be calmed at first, seeing as the teenager girl had just eaten a couple of yakuza in front of his eyes, he seemed to cave in to reason. He would teach her, a ghoul, medicine and higher education, in exchange for a little protection from both the mafia and fellow ghouls. It worked for a time. Her double life did not take an excessive toll, she was getting good at this. She could even pretend to take a stroll into the 1st ward for bibliography without being caught. At worst, a wild goose chase where Investigators were always one step too behind, and laying down for a while. But the doctor eventually died. Because sometimes, heart attacks kill people, not just ghouls. And Hana felt for the first time lonely and homesick. She then wondered what had happened with her colleagues... Other: She currently has a backalley clinic in which she treats humans and ghouls alike. Those humans who aren't going to make it end up as food. She has acquaintances in the 1st ward, and sometimes takes a stroll right under the nose of the CCG there. She keeps a cadre of "bed friends" both human and ghoul.
4,340	106	21	1,918	8,262	Itsuki As Asoka would launch her kick at Itsuki's behind, she'd feel something push back against her a bit, lessening the damage that would've been dealt by enough of a margin that it would only be a minor annoyance, especially for a Rinkaku ghoul who are known to have a better healing factor than other RC types. Itsuki would still go flying, thoubh he'd flip over in theair as he did so, two of his kagune launcning out to dig into the ground, thus slowing his momentum so that he'd slide to a crouched halt, his white Kakugan giving Asoka only the briefest of glares at first, before it broke to reveal a familiar mischeiviousness, one he hadn't felt since the old man had died. A gri remained plastered on his face as he rose, wincing ever so slightly at the pain from his injury(and thinking with some apprehension of what could have happened). "Huh," was all he said in response to Asoka's tangent at first, but before he could continue his attention was grabbed by the unexpected whirlwind of energy that was Hana. He could only blink as they were all vocally bombarded for a bit, sparing a chuckle or two at Asoka's expense when Hana drew attention to her lack of height. Once the excitable woman took a moment to gain control of herself, Itsuki decided to fill her in. "Well, I'm about to try and convince those kids you were drooling over that there best chance of survival is by living with me while Kachi goes out to clear a warehouse. Also, Asoka also seems to have grown into quite the little power trip since we've been separated, given how she thinks she can tell me what to do all of a sudden," Itsuki stated rather plainly, the words baring edge in meaning but not tone. Itsuki's posture was not one of challenge nor submission, but complete apathy in regards to his sister's attack on his person, though if one had seen his glare earlier, they see he'd slipped into the same hunter mode as before, but had taken better control over himself before thinks got drastic. "Not that I mind really, especially now that she's become somuch more fun to tease now. I guess one thing will never change about me, I still like to mess with peopls from time to time, and now I've got about 4 years of lost time to make up for." Stretching his body a bit, Itsuki chose a place to ease himself onto the ground, his kagune still out as he simply sat there in what would seem like meditation to most. In reality, he was going over infornatiob he'd just learned about his little sister from the brief confronration he knew would come about from his actions. While he had meant those words, it didn't take much thought or brainpower to knowthat Asoka liked to bei charge, in control, and thought of as superior, so treating her i such away would certainly piss her off. As such, as he'd turned away from her, he'd stealthily manifested one of his Kagune underneath his long, flowing over-coat and jacket, keeping it close in case it was needed. The most he.'d expected was a rock, or some piece of rubble being tossed at his head, not for him to get kicked into some rubble. Thanks to years of constantly being on guard every moment of every day, he'd been able ro react quickly enough to use his kagune and diffuse the power of the kick. Movi g on fro that, he figured out at least two things for sure from this. One, that Asoka has a bit of a short fuse regarding matters of respect, and Second, that she prefers hand-to-hand combat over using her kagune since that was her go to choice for an impassiobed strike, as well as with the speed and power behind it. He had barely anytime to react, relying completely on honed instinct to save him from the worst of it. She sure has changed, but then again, we all have changed quite a bit since then. I wonder. . . would things have been different if I hadn't closed in on myself like that . . . would they have been better? "Asoka, if you'd be so kind as to talk to the kids euth Hana while I think on some stuff, like sleeping arrangements, then that would be great. I'd rather not risk scaring then anymore then I already have by trying to really 'talk' with them."	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,341	106	22	2,798	1,688	Kasachi HyoutaIt wasn’t hard to absorb the information that Itsuki provided given there wasn’t really a lot of it. The warehouse was only a few minutes away, run down and abandoned much like the mansion, and there was little information regarding the actual residents. Numbers were all good, but more important were the Kagune types that would be present. With a shrug he muttered, “They probably already have. More than enough Ghouls in the woodwork to fill vacant lots though.” It was slight, but there might have been a wince as he watched his elder mess with Asoka’s hair in an attempt to be jovial. From what he had learned of the person that was once his younger sister, that gesture was probably less appreciated and more offensive. Subtle he was not as he turned around to watch the impending fallout as barely contained rage seemed to twist her expression. The blow was sharp and powerful, but Kachi figured it wouldn’t be anything more than a passing annoyance once his brother’s regeneration kicked in. Quirking an eyebrow upwards, he exhaled sharply in amusement as she hung her Burberry off to the side, but the amusement didn’t last for long. A quiet sigh escaped his lips just before she turned towards him, and he tilted his head questioningly in response to her gesture. It was definitely needlessly antagonistic after her little display, but Kachi nonetheless still raised a hand, waved for her to come closer, and gestured as if he was pa- He never got the chance to finish as the drawn out groan of rotten floorboards caused him to whip around. The skin along his back rippled as his Kagune prepared to burst out at the first sign of danger, but relaxed at the sight of his eldest sister. Slightly off-balanced by her enthusiasm, he simply remained silent as she greeted each of them in turn. He might have tried to speak up, but it seemed that the sight of her entire family had simply snapped the excitable knob off in an attempt to twist it to eleven. Even the lull to answer her questions was abruptly interrupted as she discovered the brats’ presence and promptly lost her senses. It wasn’t a deafening scream, but jeez, she was still pretty damn loud. If it weren’t for the rain that fell Kachi would have been worried about someone catching the commotion, but as it was he just stared at Hana before he cracked a smile. It wasn’t exactly the dependable and respectable Hana that he recalled, but it seemed she was still just as ready to take care of others. Lost in her own world that seemed to consist of the possibilities “adoption” might bring, it was unlikely that she even heard anything he may have muttered. “Well I’m about to go clear out a warehouse of Ghouls because why not. Itsuki wants to use it to house the kids, but it’s a stone’s throw away from here and probably even more suspicious and privy to inspection by the Doves so who knows how good an idea that is.” From what he knew Asoka was still trying to keep up the whole two-lives schtick as a student, so the introduction of five brats was probably too much even if she was willing to deal with more than just the twins. Itsuki seemed to live a similar lifestyle to himself which meant he was about a suitable substitute parent as Kachi had been a sibling to the others in the last eight years. Hana though? She was old enough that she shouldn’t have to deal with schooling or what not, and she definitely seemed interested in taking on the brats. “If you’ve got a place out of this Ward to bring them though, that would be nice,” he pointed out to his older sister.	Name: Kasachi Hyouta, "Kachi" Age: 23 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5'6" (1.68m) & 165 lbs. (75kg) Sexuality: Heterosexual CCG Rating: SS+ CCG Title: Deathstalker/Wraith (Kakuja) Mask: Might as well own the title. RC Type: Koukaku, Bikaku, and Kakuja Kagune: His Koukaku manifests as a pair of dark, red-flecked wings. Their size can shift to suit smaller spaces, but his wingspan maxes out at about six meters. Sufficient to curl around him multiple times for layers of protection or reach out and smash his enemies at a distance. Growths resembling scorpion legs also reach over his shoulder and around his ribcage as if he's been hugged from behind by the bug. They offer some protection, but are quite fragile in comparison to the wings. His Bikaku originally manifested as a single segmented tail reminiscent of a scorpion's albeit the stinger was replaced with a blade. An effective all-around weapon that could reach up to four meters far with nothing that really stood out about it. The first change came when he gained the ability to sprout a second tail. More recently he's developed a deadly ability with the Kagune. Much like how a scorpion's stinger delivers posion, the blade portion of his Bikakus can be coated with thin layer of red liquid. These specialized RC cells surge into any open wound inflicted and tear his victim apart from the inside. While costly to utilize as these RC cells are completely lost and must be replaced through consumption, the effectiveness is undeniable. Lastly, but certainly not least is his Kakuja. It manifests from his entire back and quickly engulfs him in what appears to be black sludge. The end result is a human-shaped mass of what looks like crude oil flecked with red. The only visible points at this point are his Kakugan and even those are hard to see because they blend in. When he opens his mouth, the surface seems to stretch and tear before the strands snap apart and reveal pitch darkness. As one can expect, inflicting any damage on Kasachi becomes extremely difficult at this point. Any attempt to cut or pierce his armor finds heavy resistance while blunt trauma seems to be dissipated exceptionally well. Special Quirk: Going for a double as a Chimera Kakuja. Dual Kagunes occurred the same way they did in other Chimeras, namely by the roll of dice. Nothing special about how Kasachi was born with those. As for how he got his Kakuja, it was actually more likely than not to happen eventually. Even after his old man died, Kasachi continued to avoid humans and preyed on his own kind instead whenever possible. He was, of course, trying to force the mutation to occur as a means to get stronger and protect the three he considered family. It took him years of gluttonous feeding, carving into Ghoul populations from numerous Wards, before he developed the additional Kagune he desired. Personality: At the core of Kasachi's personality is a fire to protect what remains of his family, and it burns strong almost a decade later. It is the anchor that holds him in-place, and much of what he does and did was for the purpose his old man left to him. He does truly think of the three as his siblings and treasures the time they spend together, even if that's not a lot by his own decisions. Even before the development of his Kakuja, Kasachi was one of the more combat-oriented of his siblings. He relished in the use of his Dual Kagunes and enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that came with the fast-paced combat that Ghouls participated in. After developing his Kakuja, the sort of elation he derives from combat has only increased. While it's not overwhelming enough for him to prolong fights on purpose, he is certainly more excitable and displays very little restraint, even when it comes to Investigators. Doesn't particularly care about other Ghouls beyond they're his primary food source. Not a big fan of reading, but does enjoy comedy and adventure television, film, etc. No particular feelings towards action beyond he already gets enough in real life. Backstory: How does a Chimera, a result of an union between two Ghouls, end up on the streets alone with no one to look after them? Well the parents not actually loving one another is a good start. Add that they didn't want a child, but a weapon and that's already a pretty good recipe. Throw in one side's jealousy and rage when the successful product didn't belong to them, and oh geez that's just a mess waiting to be spilled. Suffice to say, but the couple had tried to conceive a Chimera numerous times before his success. Failures met an untimely and grisly end that fortunately he would avoid. However when news of his Dual Kagunes reached the ears of the shafted party tensions climbed quickly. Guarded closely not because he was a child, but because of his worth his existence was enough to shatter the finely balanced agreement. Ghoul fought against ghoul in a short-lived and bloody conflict. While young, he had long known that there was no love in this household nor would there ever be. He had no father, and his "mother" didn't deserve the breath it took to utter the world. More immediately, he didn't any other reason than the cloying scent of blood and thump of corpses to flee the building. That's not to say he made it out without a fight, but they'd already put him through his paces with the basics of Kagune handling. The Ghoul that on guard obviously hadn't expected much of a fight from some brat who couldn't have been older than ten. Which was why he fell quickly and without much of a struggle when wings enveloped him in darkness and a blade plunged through his chest. Despite the urge to dig into his first real meal rather than the slivers provided, the boy continued to run and put his past behind him. The streets weren't much kinder, but there was a sense of freedom he quickly came to enjoy. Eventually though, the novelty died down as well and he was faced with the world's unkindness. (Figure this part can get worked out when the four characters have been accepted. Sort of hard to write a history with three others when I don't know who they are after all.) The old man had done a lot for Kasachi... enough that he could have stood by the smoldering remains for days and not be done with his thanks. His name, a home, a family, training... all that and more. He didn't linger for longer than was necessary to say his thanks to his father before he turned to the others. The pit that formed in his stomach at how uncertain their futures were didn't settle in the slightest, but he knew what his course of action was. He had never taken to school like some of them had, and despite the old man's insistence had spent more time on the street than in-class. Where some of his siblings had read books and gone through their schooling, he had spared with the old man and honed his ability to fight. With the old man gone, he needed to be stronger to protect himself and his siblings. His current level of strength would not do... the old man's death was a painful, but clear reminder of that. While they did not follow the same path, his siblings did seem to agree that they all had their own paths to follow. With a promise to see each other and keep in touch they walked their separate paths. Kasachi hoped and wished them the best before he headed straight into a hell of his own making. While Kasachi Hyouta might have disappeared then, it took a while before any news of Deathstalker began to circulate. A Chimera that devoured its own kind like a voracious eater, moving from Ward to Ward without care of territories and leaving plenty of conflict in its wake as Ghouls scrambled to become leader in the areas it had purged of previous ownership. Occasionally it would drop off the news for months on end, but just as rumors of its death began to circulate the Chimera would appear to feast again. There were even sparse reports of CCG encounters, but many were short-lived as the Ghoul seemed to quickly flee from Investigators that shouldn't have posed a challenge for such a rating. Just as the rumors had seemed to become routine, yet another ripple stirred the mills. Apparently Deathstalker had been upgraded to a SS rank by the CCG, a rank certainly warranted by the rumor that held the Ghoul had obtained a Kakuja. Yet for all that people tried to find out about this new development it seemed that he had truly disappeared. Months passed by with little news, until it had been a year since any real sighting of the Ghoul. As if to show the world, or more specifically three specific people, he still lived Kasachi appeared, clad in his Kakuja, in bright day-light. It was certainly an odd occurence with plenty of panic as the local CCG assets scrambled to respond, but he had retreated rapidly after confirming the first news camera on scene. No overlord or savior but himself. He did this several other times at apparently random intervals to reassure his family that, yes, he was still alive. Although he had paid the grave numerous times, Kasachi could not say he had ever felt this proud when he approached. It wasn't hubris to say that only the greatest of threats would be able to harm what was left of his family as long as he was around. He promised the old man he would protect them to the best of his abilities, and now he hoped that they would let him do just that. For one reason they had gathered at the grave site today as well, so he supposed he was about to find out. Other: Enjoys Vietnamese iced coffee immensely. He can't use as much condensed milk since too much disagrees with his inhuman nature, but a bit doesn't bother him. Often times Kasachi will leave human bodies untouched unless there's an urgent need to feed, such as he's just finished a battle with Investigators. It's probably a laughable effort from him, but he tries to at least make the corpses somewhat presentable. Better a clean cut to separate the legs or arms than bite marks.
4,342	106	23	2,089	1,979	Asoka "Mercury" Hayasori Mansion Remnant Still consumed by he ecstasy of battle, Asoka would be lying to herself if she said she wouldn't want her brother to retaliate so they could duke it out the old fashion way. An excuse to get off her little paranoia train and display who was the true alpha being of the pack. This needless need for control and the ridiculous amounts of confidence she held would become irrelevant when her entire mood would be ticked off by Itsuki's grin upon recovering remarkably quickly from the strike. How she hated the overconfident types, let alone those who have this big brother complex. The desire to release her Kagune and submit Itsuki as he restrained himself from attacking back consumed her almost entirely until one of the most random of appearances would occur right before her. 'The hell?' Tensions would drop significantly with this new arrival, Kachi's tryhard mode wouldn't even dent the moment with his imposing set of Kagune. The entity smelled remarkably bad, and not just Ghoul bad, like something that just crawled out of the drainage pipes of this house bad. The voice and mannerisms made it quickly clear to the shortest of the bunch who this person was. Hana showed herself to the world, the ditsy airhead that mesmerized the whole gang, but strangely enough let Itsuki indifferent enough to jab Asoka more than once. While tensions were wiped out, the boiling wrath contained within the young adult grew with both her fists now clenched. The hilarious ways Hana addressed the others were almost completely ignored by our tiny friend, and it would be Kachi's saving grace given that whomever she'd explode on would have a bad time, no matter how confident they'd be in their evasion skills. Then came her turn, and oh boy did Asoka's world just get flipped over into a whole new dimension. Her body was no longer tense, and all she could do was blink. The nickname was one thing, but the rest was just as surreal considering how nasty she had just been for almost nothing. While not having a complexion on her height, she saw a power struggle in any type of remark like this really. "A-c-what? What?!" Asoka shook her head in disbelief at what she had just witnessed. The well respected Mercury/Umbrella being called a goddamn midget by some smelly weirdo?! With her ego shot down and inability to interact with such an otherworldly situation, she just froze for an extended period of time. But when she'd seize herself entirely, she just wanted to punch something real hard, bite on some fabric until her jaw hurt and do something she'd regret just to vent like the anger filled beast she was. But no, upon seeing her elder sister reveal herself entirely as just some beautiful albeit completely stupid young lady, Asoka realize just how futile and stupid going full-on witch on that airhead would be. 'Ehhh, at least she's hot. Slutty Secretary giving me a blowjob at 8:15 am hot, anyway.' She quickly amassed a rationale to tolerate Hana's behavior a little more, and using her steaming ovaries plus her intoxicating lust for all that is 'deliciously beautiful', she gave the girl a pass. As the fantasy swallowed the rage, Itsuki's annoying voice had to inquire something from Asoka, again. He wanted her to handle the kids, or whatever, but then there was this weirdo who would probably let him screw her in the most obscene ways just to have them for herself. Rolling her eyes, she slapped her hand on her forehead, exasperated beyond belief. "Just ... Just just, you two, go do that thiiiing. Just do it, go away. Goooooo. I'll deal with ..." She'd gesture with her free hand various circles to indicate she was designating the bunch in the other room while her other hand covered her eyes. "... Those. Just give me your number and we'll deal with this." Whether they'd keep the kids there or not, a warehouse they could exploit was always a plus and there was no way she'd let every idea slip up because of random 'what ifs'. Slowly, but surely, she willed herself to release her hand from her eyes and return to the headache inducing reality she was confronted to. More specifically, Hana. "So it's us girls. You better know what you're doing, 'cause I'm no nanny. But I have a ride, and I'm not sticking around, neither will you if you're not bullshitting about wanting these munchkins. Fuck, you're weird, you know that?" She'd inform her 'sister' as she reached out for her coat. There was no way they were going to stick around in this rotten mess any longer. The door was wide open, and there'd be no reason to stick around, plus Kaien was likely losing patience, since clearly more than ten minutes had passed since she set foot in these ruins.	Name: Asoka Age: 19 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 155 cm - 47 kg Sexuality: Bisexual CCG Rating: S~ Her passive behavior makes her rate difficult to assert as she's rarely been engaged with CCG officers. It is but an estimation. CCG Title: -Mercury -The Troll Mask: Usual Mask When screwing around/mocking foes or the CCG Kagune: A very bizarre Kagune to say the least and rarely seen due to its nature Asoka prefers to conceal unless necessary. Revealing itself as three tentacle-like silver Kagune, the same shape as Rize's though broader (think the tails of a tailed Beast in Naruto). They're silver in color, hence the name Mercury, but the biggest characteristic would be the viscus attributes it has. It almost seems to be liquid and fluids appear to drip out constantly from it, only to have the droplets vanish ones hitting the ground in minuscule clouds of steam. The unique thing about this Kagune is that the Rc cells seem to have a deficiency in their hardening mechanic as they are stuck at being too spread out from each other. Consequently, it almost seems to be a liquid Kagune. It holds little to not defensive and offensive capabilities, barely capable of grazing the skin of a Ghoul let alone defend from their attacks. Other Kagune cut through this one like butter, giving Asoka zero defensive value like offensive. The catch however is simple, each Kagune can divide into four smaller tentacles and being viscus as ever it is also swift and insanely flexible. The liquid factor comes in here, as it is capable of molding itself to infiltrate minuscule pores in both organic and inorganic things. In other words, her Kagune can essentially infiltrate any form of organic matter, especially Rc cell rich ones, as well as inert objects with crevices. She can thus easily sneak in her Kagune through pores in concrete for instance and catch her assailants off guard. When infiltrating something, she can make such things an extension of herself, as such her weak Kagune can become a giant fist of concrete, but the worst would be when she'd infiltrate other Kagune or the bodies of enemies. She can cause the affected members to pop and have her liquidated Kagune spread to swiftly posses and/or kill them. She can also sever her Kagune a la Nutcracker and either have the pieces quickly retreat to her or have them be stationary. After a few seconds, they will start to evaporate and cover the air with a noxious gas. Although not deadly, they strongly disorient vision and hearing while leaving a terrible headache. It smells like really bad bleach that's been washing a freezer filled with rotten food. She can also be affected by this, hence her gas mask. RC Type: Bikaku Special Quirk: Having had a rather difficult Kagune to use when younger, Asoka was forced to compensate by focusing her efforts, with the help of the old man, into martial arts and general self defense. Unlike most of her 'brothers and sisters' from the mansion, she relied more on her flexible body and mastery of different martial arts. She isn't a God at it of course, and with her recent practices she hasn't honed her abilities too much, but her rating can go on par with Kakujas because of this. Leading more than a few gangs, Asoka has made herself a reputation and needed an icon to make her recognizable. Enter The Umbrella, a tool made similarly to Yamori's with Kagune-like efficiency. Although most of it is thin and has little defensive value, it does serve as a Bulgarian Umbrella as it can fire up to three small projectiles with tranquilizers. It also holds a concealed cane-sword and a blade that can protrude from the top. Among Ghouls she holds the title of "Umbrella Loli". She knows a lot about a Ghoul's anatomy despite hating their flesh more than anything else. She didn't have to kill too many to know, as once in a while a little moron would get a little too cocky and required Asoka to tie up loose ends. Her tools provided the means to show such morons the righteous way. She fully understands that the Kakuhou is the most essential part of a Ghoul and often targets that part when possessing a body. She is capable of clogging it for a limited time with her Kagune, or otherwise destroy it. Personality: A word that would best describe Asoka would be opportunistic. Like many ghouls, her morality is severely warped, though she doesn't orient it toward sadism and such. Heavily pragmatic with a large amount of sarcasm salt to go full-on "No Bullshit" mode, she has a zero tolerance policy for irrational blather or anything that she cannot grasp. Consequently she also limits her need to expose herself to danger. Concepts such as Spirituality or Intangible bonds are rather annoying gimmicks that distract her very business-like demeanor as make her job a whole lot harder. Although she conceals this behind her higher intellect she needed to survive in her early years, Asoka is a gargantuan control freak with a possible superiority complex that came afterward. Somewhat fitting to her Kagune's controlling traits, she has a really hard time with people saying No to her or disobeying. Heck even disagreeing with Asoka will make her irritated and quickly enter a fit of searing rage. Luckily, she isn't shy about lying and cheating to get what she wants, her lack of any convictions other than her own gain make it easy for her to change her position on things when times are dire. She's a survivor after all. It isn't rare for her to add salt to the wound by mocking individuals showing clear submission or inferiority toward her position. She's clearly mocked the CCG more than once when they attempted to handle her current cartel, wearing rather silly masks to remind them of how much of a joke she saw them as. While sadistic when needed and heavily cynical about anything, Asoka is rather vain and has refined tastes in everything, including sex. Promiscuous, as a ghoul she never really did abide to any moral code, as such never truly understood the meaning of a close bond after the old man expired. She does love everything that is cute and pink, all that girly stuff, for some reason. She also holds a sweet soft side for children, possibly motherly instinct or just seeing herself into them and her past struggles. She hasn't gone into a "Tension Boogie Woogie" state yet. But if she does, it'll be very funny. Backstory: Likely abandoned, Asoka never really knew how she ended up alone in such a young age. The old man found her almost starved to death and evidently incapable of acting independently. Like many others, she was brought under his wing and was offered a kindness that her little mind had never even witnessed beforehand. Because she was so small, she recovered quickly from such experiences, chalking them up as just the equivalents of bad dreams. Though a problem quickly emerged and it was her large dependence on the old man. Asoka was clearly the baby of the group, always clinging on her provider's leg and when grown would always stay in proximity, be his right hand man. This was truly disconcerting, especially when she was rather timid and rather upbeat despite her experiences. Evidently when came time to initiate her in battle, Asoka displayed poor results, especially with her unusual Kagune. Clearly with her behavior, dependence and lack of offensive power, the future looked bleak for Asoka. The old man considered the Kagune not worth the effort yet and oriented Asoka toward a different type of training, the one where she'd utilize to the maximum her superhuman skills to gain an advantage. Luckily for her provider, she had a rather efficient brain when it came to learning and acquired martial arts capabilities quickly enough. Her ability was good, but her discipline was simply not there. She still remained overly reliant on others when applying her abilities outside of home. It came to no surprise that she was both heartbroken and left terrified in this cruel world once the man didn't come back. Her 'siblings' would eventually leave, one by one, and her time would come soon as well as she needed food. The cold, hard truths of reality nearly killed her, of course, but it was never enough to permanently put her down. Slowly but surely, she lost any form of desire to depend on anyone, whether it is affection or help. She's practically forgotten about what the man had brought to her and decided to flip reality off as it did when she was left for dead when younger. As luck would have it, the same ghouls that made her life so hard weren't exactly the brightest, since education was hard to come by for them. While not eloquent at the time, it wasn't hard for her to make it clear that they'd gain X amount by doing X things, which in the end she'd bank on a lot. She brought he goods to the simpler ghouls, and in return many more flocked to this "Umbrella" individual. While she didn't have her weapon at the time, she did carry around an umbrella everywhere as she really hates rain. Her megalomaniac tendencies grew at this point, leaving behind her lovable and shy persona just as her parents and the old man left her behind, the 12th Ward's "Kingpin" was running operations, though the extent of her influence is very questionable. Unlike many ghouls, she never really bothered to show her prowess to the CCG or rival ghouls. To her, she'd benefit more from simply sending minions to do everything for her. Plus the "Leading operating in the shadows" image made her all fuzzy inside when she thinks about it. When someone say Kingpin, one says many gang members, and when there are many gang members, there are quite a few deviants around. She was quickly initiated to the hardships of a leader and the "necessary" actions to take on more volatile individuals. She was able to develop her Kagune through various "punishments" and torture sessions which she didn't particularly savor but did learn a lot about. Through racketeering and simple transition of goods, she made herself quite the amount of capital, and that didn't count for her talent involving numbers in which she did use to guide various investments to make herself quite the stash of cash. Unfortunately using this much money as a ghoul is rather impossible without the CCG sniffing her out. As such, her net worth gravitates to the double digits these days. The student life, aye? On parallel to all her shady operations, she led a normal life in a normal apartment. She did go to highschool and behaved like her shy self when she was younger. She graduated in top ranks and is currently aiming for a Bachelor in Statistics. Due to her experience in manipulating money and all that smelly stuff, it came to no surprise she cheesed through most of this discipline. Asoka seemed to have countered all odds against her and hit the highest point a Ghoul living in the street could dream of, reaching a normal human life, but now the compulsive need to maybe remember her lost self pushed her to agree into returning to that place. A pointless action, but she didn't want to keep this feeling bottled up. Roy is definitely NOT our Lord and Savior. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
4,343	106	24	220	2,523	Hana Kurosawa Hayasori Mansion Remnant Hana's lips twitched as she incorporated herself, and in a half passing semblance of seriousness, crossed her arms across her chest, briefly nodding to Itsuki's words. Pondering, she kept her eyes half closed as she interiorized the ghoul's words. "Mmmyeah, I see. Hana-chan understands." She curtly nodded to Itsuki, although for all the wrong reasons. Dear lord, Itsuki, you can't be serious, can you? Safe with you? More like, they would be safer AWAY from you. She gave the ghoul a look up and down, lingering for a moment in his gait and expression. Thousand year stare...huh. Ye gods, Ikki, you look like a wreck. A Post-traumatic stress disorder wreck. You're a danger even to yourself, that much I can tell now. Her sight didn't dwell too much in the fact, nor in talking about the rather worrysome symptoms of the fellow ghoul. After all, Ikki had always been one of the big ghouls, and an unabashed optimistic at that. He would deflect all of her warnings with probably one of his stupid smiles and ignore her regardless. Kachi...well, she also turned her attention to the shorter, but better equipped ghoul. Because why not? Kachi, they're fellow Ghouls. Why are you killing other ghouls? Ugh... I know our kin is more aggressive than usual, and we have a tendence to kill eachother, but to hunt other ghouls because of a whim? The old man would be rolling all over his grave if he found out, you battle-addicted psycho. She swallowed it all inside, preferring not to lash out for similar reasons. It was the first time she had seen him for 8 years. There would be better opportunities to sort things right. Still, Hana couldn't contain all of her rage, and she somehow ended biting her lip and balling her fists upon hearing Kachi's bloodlust comment. But hey, at least he had the common sense to notice how much of a Dove magnet the whole thing seemed to be shaping... and he noticed that maybe, just maybe Hana could have a good shot at childkeeping.I didn't twiddle my thumbs when we were kids, precisely, I still know how to care for brats. Maybe he wasn't hopeless. Her sight finally rested on Asoka. Probably the only one who was trying to be an adult despite her earlier short-temper display. She looked genuinely tired of all of this discussion, and much like Hana, decided to play along with the boisterous male duo. She had a graceful, delicate air, and Hana couldn't help but dream a bit on how would it be to bring her to a bathhouse to wash eachother... as adults this time. Still, the prompt made her to jolt slightly, putting a wide grin. "Leave it to Hana-chan, A-chan! Hana-chan is actually a full fledged medic and has a clinic, so she knows what she does! Most of the time...But anyway, anyway! I have place enough there to fit five more ghoulies! It'll be tricky since it's in the 3rd ward, Minato, but I'll make do with scavenging the things I can't hunt! Speaking of which..." Hana interrupted her speech as she dug into her tracksuit pockets, producing a small envelope with some brown-ish jerky cuts of a mysterious meat. She paced slowly as she knelt where the kids were, offering the package. "Poor kids, you must be hungry. I know it's just a light snack, but you can have it for now. They're Hana-chan's special human pork rinds. I made them by myself!" She added with a slight wink. "FOOD!" All the kids said in unison, choking any other kind for answer, as they happily opened the bag and devoured its contents. Hana smiled in a motherly way, just like old times. 8 years had passed by, and the other three bore heavy scars and egos, but Hana still acted like the same Hana of old. "Did the big ghouls scare you? Don't worry. I can knock them into reason. But you've got to hear what I have to say, and follow my guidance, understand? I have been an orphan too, and I know how hard it is. Just wait a little longer, sweeties." Hana coyly talked, like a mother kitten, as she looked in each one of the orphan's eyes, before stretching her arms wide, trying to round them up in a hug. The food and the hug seemed to catch them all off guard, which made them to stare wide eyed, but pretty much receptive to what Hana said. "...thankyou..." The eldest of the kids, Kazuya, was the only one who pretty much broke the silence, but still unsure. "...Yes...Hana-chan is pretty weird, A-chan. That is because Hana-chan dislikes violence, and loves books. And because Hana-chan understood that joining with old acquaintances in this world should be joy and laughter... not...violence." She seemed to linger for a bit, before standing straight once more. She pondered their fates, and how the other ghouls were approaching the situation. Oh what the hell, I'll just show a smidge of what's beneath the mask of merry Hana-chan for the sake of the lil' ones. "A-chan... I just don't get one thing." Hana pondered, finger in her own chin."Wouldn't clearing a warehouse full of ghouls not only draw the attention of more Ghouls, the CCG, and at the same time weakening the ward's ability to resist the Doves somewhat? Ghouls can't afford to call reinforcements unlike Doves. Not to mention that two S and SS ranked kakuja who we know would suddenly get a bigger target on their back? It will be even worse if Mistress Mercury is involved, even. All with the thinly veiled excuse of saving kids." She blinked as conclusion, and offered a beaming smile. "Teeheehe...nevermind, Hana chan is a bit weird and silly, and she may be overthinking things." She finished waggling her finger menacingly before touching Asoka's nose. "Boop."	Name:Hana Kurosawa, M.D. Age: 24 Gender:Female Height & Weight:166cm & Mind your own business. Sexuality:Bisexual, with a dash of Zoophilic (if you consider humans as zoophilia, anyway) CCG Rating: B~ (The CCG can't figure her out for their own good. Way too careful and erratic, with zero confirmed kills. Could potentially skyrocket to S, or SS even). CCG Title: Honeybee Kagune: Her Ukaku Kagune actually resembles a pair of crystaline, insectoid wings, with jagged edges. Like most Ukaku, she can use these wings to shoot a shower of detached crystallized shards on targets. Compared to other types ghoul claws, it's very prone to break and chip away with use, and while she can wield it in close combat to cut targets with its razor sharp edges, it can't parry many blows in a quick succession. However, Hana can actually partially manifest her kagune, in order to produce crystallized shards which can be wielded as easy to manufacture, easy to throw away scalpels. These kagune daggers can be easily concealed and produced and are versatile tools in addition to weapons that can cut ghoul flesh easily. RC Type: Ukaku Special Quirk: Eidetic Memory: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate knowledge by just witnessing or reading it once, thus making her learning curve insanely fast regarding matters. Hana didn't just conquer the barrier of literacy among ghouls, she steamrolled through it once she had gained a solid base thanks to her mentor. She mostly uses this ability to further her scientific knowledge, by devouring books and data like some ghouls devour tender infants, with special focus on medicine, for the forensic perks of easy access to corpses people won't miss, and in order to help other ghouls to heal. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to grasp for the CCG. She often is able to crosscheck her information and sniff out CCG investigators and presence far quicker than most ghouls and act low-key. Personality: Hana is a firm believer of predatorial mimicry, and as such, she displays a sweet and coy attitude, always eager to please everyone around her. She also downplays her own skill and intelligence, and even calls herself in third person in a belitting manner. A coward in most direct confrontations, Hana would rather flee than fight, and humilliate herself rather than escalate the violence. However, when the honey doesn't cut it, and people actually threaten or hinder her advances above an acceptable threshold, Hana proves to be quite the cunning bitch, taking a leaf out of the Art of War. She will respond to threats throughoutly and often in deceptive, ruthless ways. From kidnapping, to poisoning, and even goading the CCG to capture rival ghouls. Hana believes in some sort of ecosystem balance between humans and ghouls, and as such she won't attack underdeveloped prey like children, and will sometimes tag and personally dispose of the rotten apples of the human basket. She also is a self-confessed lover of human literature and science, and she also indulges in quick, sporadic relationships with humans. Backstory: Most tragic stories about Ghoul orphans either involve faction wars or the CCG. In the case of Hana, it was just a freak car accident. There was no tension, no drama, no against. One day she was a lovely spry ghoul child, and the next day she had exited a car who was set aflame after dropping down a cliff, panicked, cold and relentlessly calling for help. But no one came. Hana resigned herself to the fate. She learned quickly. there was no returning from that much damage and fire. They were dead. Life in itself was a fragile thing. That much, the child understood. Tumbling and wandering, she ended up congregating with a bunch of other kids. All orphans, and ghouls aswell. Safety in numbers. Upon being found by the old man, and after some time of hesitation, as she was at first untrusting of someone who would pick a bunch of lil' human chompers out of mere kindness, she was among the first to fall in line. She understood, that just like a parent cared for children, some ghouls cared for other ghouls at an species level, and she answered the old man's altruism with a healthy dose of her own, using her intellect to learn quickly and become a dependable older sister to others, in order to make the whole effort be more efficient. However, to all things came an end, and when the old man suddenly disappeared, the group fell apart like a house of cards. Even though she advocated for sticking together, she eventually conceded in parting ways with the others. She quickly formulated a new route, a new life plan. She would use her memory and top notch academic skill to pursue a medical education (as the car accident still painfully reminded that even if ghouls were more durable than humans, their lives could also be extinguished easily). But first, she needed a new sponsor... and while she was growing up quite nicely, she didn't think seducing a rich old man would be a viable possibility, because of the sheer low odds. However, an equally low odd happened before her eyes. A washed up backalley doctor, being assaulted by Yakuza. Food, and sponsor in one neat package. Althought the medic had to be calmed at first, seeing as the teenager girl had just eaten a couple of yakuza in front of his eyes, he seemed to cave in to reason. He would teach her, a ghoul, medicine and higher education, in exchange for a little protection from both the mafia and fellow ghouls. It worked for a time. Her double life did not take an excessive toll, she was getting good at this. She could even pretend to take a stroll into the 1st ward for bibliography without being caught. At worst, a wild goose chase where Investigators were always one step too behind, and laying down for a while. But the doctor eventually died. Because sometimes, heart attacks kill people, not just ghouls. And Hana felt for the first time lonely and homesick. She then wondered what had happened with her colleagues... Other: She currently has a backalley clinic in which she treats humans and ghouls alike. Those humans who aren't going to make it end up as food. She has acquaintances in the 1st ward, and sometimes takes a stroll right under the nose of the CCG there. She keeps a cadre of "bed friends" both human and ghoul.
4,344	106	25	1,918	8,262	Itsuki Itsuki couldn't help but give a slight grin as he seemed to weasel his way out of having to talk to the kids, and as things went on, he seemed to have been decided as unsuitable for caring them as well. Hana was quickly chosen as the most suitable, something that he could get behind fully as he'd only volunteered in memory of the old man, well, that and he figured he'd be the best to do it out of those assembled. Kachi seemed about as suited as him, maybe a bit less so because he seemed more battle-hungry, and Asoka seemed like she'd throw them out on their asses if they became to much of a nuisance, plus the fact that she had a gang to run, among other things if her attire was any indicator. Giving her five mouths to feed would definitely end badly. . . well, maybe not for the twins that she had been sneaking glances at. Itsuki felt a bit sorry for the kids who'd drawn the attention of his not-so-sweet little sister. As he turned his gaze towards his other little sister, he couldn't help but notice that Hana seemed to get a little tense when she heard Kachi's comment about clearing out a warehouse. Guess she doesn't approve . . . Itsuki figured, and was quickly proven right as Hana spoke to them about their plan's glaring flaws, seeming to think that Asoka had put the plan into action if he was hearing the implications properly. However, the problem here was the fact that she didn't understand the context in which the plan was formulated. Well, better to inform her and be on the ready in case Asoka decides to lash out. "THe warehouse was going to get cleared sooner or later, Hana, because I've gotten tired of sleeping in back alleys and under over-passes. Been scouting the places out for awhile, would've probably struck in other day or two, so really, the only effect these kids here had was speeding up my plan." Itsuki would get up with a bit of a stretch his Kagune trailing slowly behind him in lazy arcs, one even reaching up to lightly scratch at his chin as he yawned. "Well, I might as well do it now then. Kids or no kids, I'm not getting rained on tonight. It was nice meeting you all tonight, and if you guys ever want to talk, just come by the warehouse later, cause I'll be either there, dead, or in the hands of the Dove as a Quinque, if what Hana said has any merit. Kachi, you can go off and do whatever it is you were going to do or follow me if you wish, I don't care either way." Itsuki waved to the others before he reached for his waist, only to blink as he found it missing. He looked around for a bit before finding it laying on the ground a slight ways away. Once he had it on and secured, the eyes glowing eerily in the dark night, he'd give them another wave good-bye, before running off in the direction of his destination. As he approached a building, the two Kagune he had out would flow down to his legs, wrapping themselves around until they semi-formed some kind of greaves and boots, two more tendrils coming out to wrap around his arms in a similar manner. He'd leap just as he reached the end of the ruined remnants of the old man's home, the power added by his kagune enabling him to launch rather high into the sky, before landing with a thud on the rooftop. He'd continue on this way, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as he cleared his heads of all thoughts besides those focused on his current mission. It was a technique he'd developed to cope with the paranoia and fear that had plagued him every day for the years he'd spent in that hellish labyrinth. Take an objective, focus on it, and discard every other thought and feeling that seemed like it would get in the way of accomplishing that objective. After so many times, it was almost instinctive now, a way to get a 100% efficency out of his body and mind every single time. However, it wasn't perfect, as in this way, he'd possibly be a danger to Kachi if he decided to follow, if he got in Itsuki's way. No, don't think about. Focus on the objective, and only the onjective. Clear out the warehouse. Do it quickly. Do it quietly. Leave no survivor. Take no prisoners. And if there are any humans there, kill them as well. Keep the CCG off my back at all costs. Those were the parameters set within his mind. For the current mission . . . and yet, he felt something deep within his gut. A primal instinct that told him to expect the worst from this encounter. He couldn't explain how he knew this, but he had been saved by his hunches for far too long to start doubting them now. From his back, the final two kagune came out, held at the ready as he approached the warehouse, prepped to begun taking out he guards as soon as they came into view. Takeshi Takeshi would watch the one guy leave cautiously as he nibbled at the food presented by the weird lady that had appeared, currently thinking of what their next plan of action should be. These people seemed convinced on taking them somewhere, though he had no idea where. He honestly didn't trust these people in the slightest, especially the short one, she had a look about her that seemed rather shady to him. However, if that scuffle earlier had shown, anyone of these adults were much, much stronger than all of them combined, and they;d be lucky to land a scratch on them, let alone take one of them down. Not only that, but times had gotten rough lately, especially with the doves capturing Toru, so having some protectors wouldn't be so bad. Besides, it would be nice to sleep somewhere at least remotely safe for awhile . . . but I'll need to be keeping an eye on them. Learn what I can and then, if they turn out to be dangerous, protect my family as best I can. With his rudimentery plan in mind, he decided that it was time to stop letting these adults set the pace around. Finishing off the bits of meat that the nice lady(her name was Hana, if he remembered correctly) had given to him, he stepped somewhat cautiously forward, though tried to play it off as playing it cool by putting his hands into his pockets, seeming rather unfazed and uninterested in what these adults were saying. "So . . . we going to go now or what?"	Name: Itsuki Age: 24 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 6ft, 175 lbs Sexuality: Straight CCG Rating: SS- CCG Title: The Hunter Kagune: Itsuki's Kagune takes on the appearance of large, black tentacle covered with jagged, serrated scales, and ending in a hand-like appendage with 4 sharp claws. They can pack quite a punch, and the grasping claws can be used to pick up, drag, and toss around foes and random objects in a fight. He can have up to six of them at a time, and he can wrapp them around a limb to give it extra hitting power, or fuse them together to from an even bigger tendril that is more durable and hits harder, but is also slower and harder to maneuver, the more tentacles fused, the greater the bonuses and penalties will be. RC Type: Rinkaku Special Quirk: HAving spent 3 years in the 24th Ward while on his hunt for vengeance, he found himself forced to eat many many ghouls in order to survive. Dozens upon dozens of ghouls have fallen before him, and when he faced the Ghouls who killed and violated his love, he awakened the beast within him and became a Kajuka. His Kagune begans to pulse with a sickly white light and he gains scaled armor along his arms and upper body. His hans morph into deadly claws, and a mask forms over his face, reminiscent of some sort of dragonic monster. It covers his entire face, somewhat fusing with his head as well. While in this form, his physical capabilities by a substantial margin, as well as alter his Kagune's capabilities. In Kakuja form, Itsuki's Kagune will take on a more refined form and can be fused together to make two thick clawed arms covered in scale-like armor. These arms are more durable than his base Kagune, meaning they aren't as easily cut by a foe's Kagune it a Dove's Quinque. The downside to these abilities, however, is that Itsuki is still getting the hang of his Kakuja form, meaning that he's more likely to act instinctually while in it, essentially trading a good deal of his rationality for a sizable increase in power, and afterwards, he's struck by an intense form of hunger, fatigue, and weakness as his body struggles with the strain. Personality: Itsuki always was one to have a smile in his face, regardless of how he really felt. Now of days, that smile hardly ever reaches his eyes anymore, as they're haunted by what he's scene and what he's done on the past four years. He tries his best to be there for others, and has long since lost his own sense of self-worth. The only reason he lives for now is so that he can protect those close to him. Backstory: Itsuki found himself orphaned at a young age due to a Gang war between two rival Ghoul factions, the poor couple caught in the cross-fire. Young as he was, Itsuki had the presence of mind that he couldn't stay around his home any longer, and thus began to wander the streets like many other Ghoul's within Tokyo. However, he had the luck of being picked up by a kind old man, and in time, grew to bind with a new family. Life in the manor was grand, and as one of the older kids, he felt like it was his duty to protect his adopted brothers and sisters from any harm, getting in trouble from time to time for getting in fights with bullies, both human and the occasional ghoul. This all changed one day, however, when he once again lost a loved one to violence. The knowledge of the old man's death struck him savagely, leaving a large hole in his life, but he didn't want to have this tragedy phase him. The old man had always done his best to make sure they could live as humans, and he continued to follow this path, working to keep up in his studies, burying himself in his work, all the while secretly trying to drown out his sorrow. The others left soon after the man's death, and while it saddened him to see his family splinter off like that, at that time, he was too absorbed with his self-given task. As he grew up, his grades and school life seemed to get better and better, while his depression got worse and worse. He saw only futility in his present course after awhile,as he knew discovery was just one simple misstep away, and then he'd end up just like the old man. He likely would've killed himself sooner or later, but one chance encounter with another student at a student council meeting completely changed his life. Hiyori was her name, and she was nothing but energy and ambition, determined to become an Investigator and protect people from the ghoul threat. She had come to the council to get approval on a ghoul awareness rally, and was given unanimously approval(no matter how much he wish he had a choice not to), but then he somehow got roped into helping her plan it. To say it was an extremely ironic and terrifying scenario was an understatement, as he found himself in constant contact with someone who openly stated she wanted to become a ghoul's worse nightmare. However, as they spent time together, he found himself becoming inexplicably drawn to her. Even after the rally was done with, the two continue to spend time together. This relationship continued even after she became a investigator at the age of 18, as the two had become grown deeply in love. He always suspected that she knew his true nature, though, but she never seemed like she was anxious or nervous around, almost like she didn't care. Whether or not that was true, however, would never be proven. 2 years later, Hiyori was found torn to pieces after her mentor had decided to go after a particularly dangerous pair of ghouls. The evidence suggested that while her mentor was killed quickly, Hiyori was raped and tortured before she died. And so Itsuki lost another loved one, but this time, he wasn't goong to let the monsters who did this get away with it. He left his human life behind and went into the hell where the two ghouls were rumored to have retreated to escape CCG pursuit: the 24th ward. He spent 4 years in that hell, throwing away all of his kindness and pacisfistic ways in his singular desire for vengeance. He devoured many a ghoul, as there were no peaceful ways to feed in this constant battlefield, and the only law was that of the jungle, where the strong reign and the weak are slaughtered. A week previous to the beginning of this RP, Itsuki has returned to his homeward, having obtained his vengeance about a month before. . . but at what cost? He has no clue of what to do next in his life, and feels as lost as the day his parents died. Seeking guidance, he returns to the mansion of his childhood, hoping he can find some sort of answer with in it's charred remains. Other: Due to a mutation within his genes, Itsuki's Kakugan turns his pupils and iris a pale, lumnesent white instead of red, giving them an unnerving look, even to other ghouls. My overlord and Savior( besides God) is sugar. I will do everything and anything for my next sugar fix
4,345	107	0	1,886	369	STAR WARS: Outer Rim Outpost Location: Coruscant, the debate chamber of the GFT. A group of politicians sit at a very thick and sturdy, rather large rounded table. The tan wood polished beautifully, enough to see one’s own reflection. Representatives of many different races adorned in there long formal robes discuss placing an outpost on a key planet located far in the outer rim. A tall representative of Muunilinst stands and says “As we all know the Yuuzhan Vong came from beyond the outer rim and they slipped past us to easy” He clears his voice and continues, “I propose a permanent outpost on the newly discovered…” The politician starts to shuffle through his notes clearing his throat a few times before continuing, “Ahemm, excuse me the planet Mazitec.” “The Empire agrees.” Responds a man adorned and highly decorated in an Imperial officer’s uniform. “All in favor?” A number of hands lift as the notion is passed. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Mazitec, the outpost. Four months later. The holo-communicator in the center of the briefing room projects the image of an older human man with grey hair and dressed in a dark grey imperial officer’s uniform. His many badges and medals marking him as one of great power and influence within the Empire. ”The Empire’s reach is always stretching a bit further thanks to you brave soldiers on the edge of the known territories. You have been tasked with keeping the influence of the Empire and GFT in a remote area as you are in. Exploring the planet as well as the whole system in search of assets to our great Empire. You will act as the eye of the Empire, you will complete your duty in the name of our great Emperor Lord Fel.” The hologram distorts fizzling into the image of Jedi Master Chata who continues, ”As you all know the planet was first discovered by spice smugglers, the band was captured by a vicious assassin only known as Ghost. Not much is known about her but I suspect that she will return to the Mazi system. She knows that she is one of very few who even know about the system and how to maneuver around the terror of the asteroid maze. It’s a miracle that the smugglers where able to get there in the first place none the less map the course. The Yuuzhan Vong may still have scattered remnants of survivors and their bio technology. Watch out for wild Amphistaffs and other horrible abominations they may have left behind. As always my friends may the force be with you.” The hologram dissipates as you are all left in each other’s company so very far away from all you know.	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,346	107	1	2,486	164	Rad'qet gazed at the ancient holocron, then at the star map projected on the navigation screen of his personal transport ship. The holocron was a black obelisk, with rune engravings that were older than he first thought. They dated to around the great hyperspace war. "I left it on mazitec" then the holocron cut out. This wasn't the only one that pointed to mazitec, he'd found 2 other holocrons saying similar things, and even talked to one of the ancient sith's ghost, but no one fucking knew! He stood up and walked to the rear of his ship, his shelves of journals and holocrons arranged by date, with even more important ones sitting to the side. He was lucky he had an informant on the council, he wouldn't want to land on the planet only to be met with anti aircraft blaster fire. No. He'd have to find a suitable base, then find more underlings. Stepping foot on the planet would be a last resort. He sat back and smiled, his apprentice would be put to good use here.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,347	107	2	1,894	5,793	Izin Stayed in her room like she normally did when she had little to do. Of course, there was always something to do, but the time she spent in her room was personal time. The only thing she really ever did was read, listen, and learn, though it didn't seem to be much of a problem in the eyes of her master. While each and every species in the galaxy had their own origins and developments, the one that she was most intrigued by was the Human race. Unlike most of the other races and species she had read about, the actual origins of the humans seemed to be shrouded in mystery. It had been accepted that they grew and reached out to the rest of the galaxy from Coruscant, but she did not believe that. It was highly unlikely for a species as abundant as the humans to grow up on a core world and not be touched by the rest of the galaxy for years upon uncountable years. She believed that the original human homeworld was in the unexplored area of the galaxy, and ar least half of the total population of that original homeworld was toted off to the core world. Getting lost in her thoughts, the young woman lay in her bed in the corner of the small room, awaiting orders from her master.	Screen Name: Pyroman Character Name: Izin'asilos Race: Twi'lek Class: Sith Apprentice Physical Description: (What does your character look like?) Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth? Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber. Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between. Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice.
4,348	107	3	263	267	M-0018 was confused, he had been reprimanded for performing his tasks as a soldier and sent to the outpost. Had he not followed the correct medical procedures? Had he failed his squad in someway? If so why was he not executed for his conducts. This new Empire was odd to him, but he is sworn to it. M-0018 did not understand his squad. They would spend hours talking, he had to pay all the more attention as to not miss any orders or vital information. He did not want to seem week. They sometimes make quiet coughs as he enters a room. He would ask them about this. They did not seem to understand. They smile and say they don't know what he means. M-0018 believes it is endemic, a weakness of the mind. He will test them for lung-rot and larvae bores in case. Sometimes the squad doesn't seem to understand his duty. On a patrol, a trooper was impaled by an aberrant. M-0018 cannot waste valuable medicine on a soldier that cannot return to full fighting strength . Medicine is for those who can be saved. His pains are a weakness in the mind. His screams are a weakness of the mind. M-0018 ignores them. The squad does not. They are weak. They do not understand. It is a waste of ammunition to end a the life of the grievously wounded, he was told. It is a waste of medicine to heal the grievously wounded, he was taught. His new squad cannot understand. M-0018's equipment is generic and has been replaced many times. He can no longer distinguish between his equipment from his body, as both are required for his tasks. His new squad has conflicting doctrines and beliefs. They are inefficient. Orders are given in unfamiliar tones and with unfamiliar style. M-0018 struggles to adapt. But he will not fail. He will not be weak. The squad needs him. He can protect them. He can save them to fight another day. If they die it is his duty, in the absence of a quartermaster, to ensure their equipment is distributed or stored properly and that the body is placed where it will not decay and spread contaminated air, or impede the efforts of the Empire. Now he is alone.Returned after a patrol. Dismissed and debriefed by the sergeant, after the Holocron message. He stood in the empty hall awaiting new orders. The others have left, perhaps under orders he was not aware of. Still he waits.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,349	107	4	1,886	369	Darth Rad'qet listens to his master on the holo-communicator as he describes his current objective. Darth Majies sits at his ancient sith meditation throne, the souls of his prisoners are tied to it with lengths of ghostly chains that are constantly making an eerie jangling sound. ”Darth Rad'qet, Have you reached the Mazi system yet? You must retrieve the relic my loyal student just as we have planned. As you know the GFT has discovered the system as well. Just as we suspected the pirate vessel was sold to the GFT. I’m not certain yet if it was Ghost who sold the ship but none the less the charts and maps that it held are now in the hands of the GFT. If it was Ghost that sold the ship then we have to assume that she has discovered the second piece of the puzzle that we need. Within the Mazi system there is said to be a lost and long abandoned city forgotten in time that was host to the creation of the human race itself. This fabled race that created all the races was said to be very powerful and held relics of unimaginable power. One in particular is said to contain countless amounts of their knowledge and teachings. I want you to first obtain this item before continuing to the sith relic. I will send you the location where I believe this item may lie. And remember my student we cannot let the Jedi or imperials find out we are here." The communications are ended as the charts Majies sent Darth Rad'qet start to appear in front of him. The charts show the items location to be the fifth planet in the systems moon. An oxygen deprived dusty rock that once held life long ago. Within the ruins of an ancient temple.	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,350	107	5	2,486	164	Izin, come here Rad'qet shouted to make sure the girl would hear him. "this assignment will surely require a change in direction... that shouldn't be a problem, we can just swing around the opposite way avoiding the sight of the main outpost..." he mumbled while changing the coordinates. Rad'qet respected Darth Majies, but he didn't like the way he acted. Or the way most sith acted, now that he thought about it. All they care about is power and killing but power transcends your combat prowess. It was one of the reasons he had picked up the twi'lek girl from her planet. Why waste such potential on another power hungry sith when he could create a knowledge driven one.It matters not how well you can duel if your opponent thinks his head is an orange that he needs to peel, or if he thinks his arms have become swarms of locusts. Loremaster fit Rad'qet quite well and allowed him a nigh-infinite source of texts and artifacts, and he'd been priming his apprentice to follow after him but the girl proved more interested in fighting than in reading. He couldn't blame her, she was still young and full of such vitriol, but deeper than that he could see she had the desire to learn, the desire to explore, and most importantly the desire to know. Rad'qet sat back in his chair and began to research everything he could about the moon. Especially where they would be dropping down to explore. He once again called for the twi'lek girl, figuring she must be sleeping. Or better yet, studying.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,351	107	6	1,894	5,793	She had been reading when her master called her. For months she had been researching the forms and origins of her guard shota. One of the first people known to make waves with the strange Lightsaber variant was Maris Brood, a jedi who had turned dark and was let free by a secret apprentice of Darth Vader. What angered her about Brood's story was that she suddenly disappeared after being spared by Starkiller, the apprentice. Of course, It wasn't a normal case for people to disappear without any traces, and with enough resources, she could be found, but the former Jedi had left nothing for anyone to find her with. There was so much Izin could have learned with her saber from one of the most prominent users, but she just had to disappear. Hearing the voice of her master call her a second time, the Twi'lek woman got off of her bed and carefully stepped out of her room. When she really got into studying, her room would become a mess, and her master's vessels of knowledge would be splayed out in every possible location. She would clean everything up when she was done, but it was just when she was studying that is was almost impossible to maneuver around. In quick time, though, she was able to get out of her room. In little time, Izin reached her master and slowed down to a halt as she stood before him. Looking at him briefly before bowing, she was curious as to why he had called her. "What did you need, Master?"	Screen Name: Pyroman Character Name: Izin'asilos Race: Twi'lek Class: Sith Apprentice Physical Description: (What does your character look like?) Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth? Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber. Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between. Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice.
4,352	107	7	2,486	164	Take these notes and tell me what you think, they're orders from Darth Majies along with a few details I've added. Rad'qet said before handing his apprentice the sheet of paper. As soon as she had the papers, Rad'qet stood up and walked to his chamber. "We will be there in one day, I am going to meditate, do not disturb me unless time is of the essence" he said before shutting the door. Rad'qet had acquired the small ship a few months ago, and had done well to convert his room into a meditation chamber. The room was already mostly soundproofed, a perk of it being the Captain's room, however he had to remove the wallpaper and thin layer of poorly done,fake dry wall that tried to give the room an actual house like feeling. This left him with sleek steel walls that he later had redone, making them black. It wasn't to represent the "darkness inside of him" or any other rhetorical reason, he only had it done because the reflections of light on the steel gave him a headache. Once the walls were the proper "emptyness" he stripped the room of unnecessary furniture and light fixtures until there was only one overhead light hanging over the center of the room. The final step was to mark it with runes, which for Rad'qet had been the easiest step. Once inside the barren, but empowered room, Rad'qet could reflect and plan. The room allowed him to focus, to streamline his thoughts into more useful information. It also allowed him to better manipulate the force, which is why he would always create and imbue things with the dark force's energy in this room. Rad'qet wished he could do such things while inside of a Dark Force Nexus, but they were so far and few between it would be impractical to always travel to them. He pondered on the thought that the moon he was traveling to might contain a force nexus, and planned a few things he would do if it was.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,353	107	8	688	1,200	After the hologram's speech Cade turned on his heel and left the room. He had no wish or need to be around the imperials. As Cade walked he came upon a training room filled with many different things and decided to enter. Cade walked into the room and looked around, finally he found his intended object. Booting up an old training droid he searched through its settings and finally decided on a setting of a zabrak with a red saber. Cade stepped into the middle of the training room followed by the zabrak placing himself opposite of him. Cade ignited his saber and paced right the zabrak mimicking his movement. Finally Cade lunged forward his foot hitting the ground about halfway through then pushing him off towards the zabrak. He led with a thrust towards the zabrak's chest, which was parried and retaliated to. Cade leaned back to allow the saber to go over his head, then he stepped back and parried the overhead strike with knocking the Zabrak off balance. As they both set themselves in stances they began to prepare for another clash. The zabrak closed first and attempted to bring his saber down on Cade's head, but cade spun to the left and the saber hit the floor. Cade retaliated by kicking the zabrak in the body and sending it flying onto its back. Cade grabds the zabrak's foot with the force and then crushed down with his power. The image of a zabrak was quickly shattered as the training bot's leg shattered into pieces under Cade's force powers.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,354	107	9	263	267	M-0018 saw the Jedi enter the training rooms. He heard other troops talk about them: Guardians of Peace, Keepers of knowledge some professed. Others believed them to be arcane, practitioners of archaic and obsolete arts. He had no feeling either way. He simply knew what he was taught. Avoid provocation, they are deadly up close. Some users capable of manipulating matter and the mind. They were an asset to the Empire and as such, not considered an immediate threat. Still M-0018 found it odd that he knew of standard protocols and procedures when dealing with rogue jedi: massed blaster volley in a cross-fire, flanking solutions and squad target priorities. He thought nothing of it. He hypothesized it to be remnant instructions of the old Kiminoan templates. The clash of ionized plasma rang from the rooms. M-0018's curiosity was unforgivably piqued, a weakness he thought. A soldier must not act unless told so. Must not think unless told so. Must not speak unless told so. He will have to seek out a discipline officer for his misconduct. He maintained correct attendant posture, eyes fixed forward as he heard the brutal crunch of metal and circuitry. The Jedi had succeeded in his mock battle, commendable. The Jedi had also succeeded in the destruction of Imperial property using excessive force, unforgivable. As per orders, M-0018 was acting quartermaster as their was no dedicated trooper for the position. The Jedi must be confronted, and informed that further misconduct will result in appropriate reprimands from the Senior Officer of the Outpost. M-0018 broke attention and took strides to the training room. He found the Jedi, hardly broken a sweat in the exercise, the crushed leg of the droid evident. "M-0018, acting quartermaster, speaking to inform Knight Cade that he has committed a misconduct under Imperial regulation: unwarranted destruction of Imperial property. At this time I will inform Knight Cade that lethal options are forbidden in the training room, all weapons must be set to non-lethal frequencies or be substituted for non-lethal variants. Additionally utilization of force powers to a lethal degree are not allowed in the inside of the Outpost. As Knight Cade is not a Imperial Soldier and would be doubtfully aware of these codes, this will be your first and final warning. Further misdemeanors will be reported to the installations commanding officer. Does Knight Cade receive and understand this." M-0018 of course finished the warning in a neutral and monotone voice. The Jedi didn't immediately respond. As per regulation, M-0018 would wait, if not given a response or individual acts in open insubordination, he must TRY to subdue and place individual under military arrest.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,355	107	10	1,813	471	Apello looked at the holo-com as it ended, as he watched it end its message before watching the other Jedi in the room leave. He thought silently by himself before he remembered the name of the Jedi, Cade was his name. He had watched the other man walk out, and with nothing else to occupy his time he followed to sate his curiosity. After tailing the other Jedi, he eventually appeared in the training training room and had entered sitting on the side of the wall watching the other Jedi practice on a droid. After the observation of Cade's skills Apello thought to himself silently, thinking about having a friendly match with the other. After a moment of silent thinking, he stood up before grabbing his lightsaber and into his hands before announcing to the Jedi. "Want to have another match? A friendly one of course however, no vital injuries" He said as he looked down at the droid's leg. Of course as a Jedi force powers were slightly less effective on him, he didn't doubt the prowess of the force and how powerful it could be when butted head to head. However, during Cade's small battle with the droid it was obvious that he had use a more offensive style of fighting as his actions we mostly leaded to offensive moves after. It also had seem that he also used evasive techniques as he for the most part of the fight had evaded the attacks of the droid and used a small amount of martial arts as well. All of these he had taken a note of for future reference and now knew a little more about the people that he was going to fight with...	Screen Name: Pie Flavor Character Name: Apello Styxx Race: Miraluka Class: Jedi Guardian Picture: Physical Description: Apello is interesting person, who reaches the height of 6 and weighs around 140 pounds. Usually being that people never see the majority of his body and face half the time. They were comfortably worn his skin with a hood that covers most of the head with the exception of his face. Even then his face was covered with a dark cloth that covered his eyes. Being well kepted, his hair reaches slightly bellow his head, but isn't really special besides it curling off to the side. His hair isn't generally seen as he wears his hood majority of the time. Personality: A more passive kind of Jedi that likes to use more subtle means of solving problems if it is possible. Although he likes to make sure no one gets hurt, he didn't mind fighting if he is backed into an corner or his life is on the line and he will not hold back. However, his fighting style is also from his passive personality, as he focuses on the defensive forms 2 and 3, being able to comfortly switch between the two. However, in general he is able to defend himself, he lacks the offensive power to take down his opponents. Equipment: Lightsaber(Purple): A customized saber that is equipped with a curved hilt that fits his hand with ease. The saber is nothing special however it is what he is most comfortable with and can confidently use. Force Powers/Skills: Center of Being - An meditative stance that is found in many passive and defensive forms of fighting. One who falls deeply into this style could almost unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints. Force Speed - A common technique of the force that allowed the user to maintain sprinting speeds for a brief period of time. The more skill one had granted greater boosts to speed and/or greater duration. The increased speed of the Jedi enabled the individual to see the world and the entities around them in slow motion, allowing them to dodge attacks easily and attack quicker with greater accuracy. Force Deflection - A technique that both Jedi and Sith used when they chosen or didn't have a lightsaber on them. They could use this skill to deflect what a regular saber would be able to. Special Skill: Enhanced Miraluka Sight - Transcending past normal force sight that Miraluka are experts in, Apello skill in this force technique is considered to be on the level of a master. Allowing hims sensitive eyes to actually pierce through weaker uses of force stealth. Being able to see things as if he could see a second or two into the future. However, even then his body is still trying to refine his reflexes to catch up with this ability, however there is definitely an unfair advantage on solo combat with him. History: Apello was a Jedi brought into the order, when he show amazing aptitude for the force and so he was taken in as a Padawan and trained to become a Jedi. His potential could go either way as for combat or more force related, as it could of gone either way but his master trained him in the use of the lightsaber. He was taught to always be on guard and learn how to defend himself and to not harm other, at least not directly. Under his master teachings, he learned the two forms Makashi and Soresu but with his master's beliefs his style of Makashi was more defensive to drain out the fight til his opponents could no longer fight, or assistance arrived.
4,356	107	11	688	1,200	Cade squared up with the man staring him in the eyes. "Do not threaten a jedi of the order imperial, noted" As the other jedi approached him Cade's eyes flashed. The man was smaller than he in stature and a miraluka. As the man made his challenge Cade grunted and nodded accepting it. He took three steps back igniting his saber. Cade glared at the man and paced sizing him up and waiting for him to make his move.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,357	107	12	1,585	1,028	Jade listened to the holo-communicator quietly next to the other two Jedi, but she was hardly paying attention as she looked at the other people in the room. She did not know how to deal with the Imperials as they were very different from the Jedi Council and finally decided that she wouldn't deal with them if she didn't have to. She followed the two Jedi to the training room and sat in the corner while Cade trained against the droid before squaring off with the Apello. "Take it easy Bucket." The Padawan told the Imperial soldier as she picked up a small ball with the force and threw it at him. "I don't think we really need to listen to your rules. Don't you know not to get in the way of Jedi as they train. Now come on Masters, I only want to be taught by the best." She said with a smile from her cross-legged position as the end of the room watching with wide eyes as the two sized each other up.	Character sheet Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo Race: Mandalorian Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line. Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck. Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body. EE-3 Carbine Rifle Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi K-11 Blaster Pistols Electrified bolas for capturing a target Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim.
4,358	107	13	1,813	471	Hello my child, how have you been? Apello said kindly and smiled to the girl the moment she entered the room, as he had felt her presence coming closer, and there was another person that had entered the room that he failed to take note of. It was probably a trooper who he didn't pay attention to as he was focused on Cade's practice run with the poor droid with the now shattered leg. When he heard that his challenge was accepted, he too went near the center where both of them would start and made sure there was also a decent amount of space between them. After that he began to make his preparation for the match. As he walked to the center he focused his mind, and calmed himself down as he began to position himself, with his lightsaber to his right side in a parrying position. Along with his feet being spread evenly, allowing him to see the position of his opponent's blade easier allowing him to predict where the blade will go next. This allowed him to more easily deflect his opponents attacks as well as parry them, as this stance allowed him to defend easily. In general, anyone who looked at him would notice that his form was more of a passive form allowing the opponent to do something first before he would react. His positioning of his body gave off the feeling of his style of combat was a more defensive orientation and it would seem that Cade would have to start the battle. It was confirmed with a nod by Apello to start the match, as his body was now prepared to take anything that was coming at him for the most part.	Screen Name: Pie Flavor Character Name: Apello Styxx Race: Miraluka Class: Jedi Guardian Picture: Physical Description: Apello is interesting person, who reaches the height of 6 and weighs around 140 pounds. Usually being that people never see the majority of his body and face half the time. They were comfortably worn his skin with a hood that covers most of the head with the exception of his face. Even then his face was covered with a dark cloth that covered his eyes. Being well kepted, his hair reaches slightly bellow his head, but isn't really special besides it curling off to the side. His hair isn't generally seen as he wears his hood majority of the time. Personality: A more passive kind of Jedi that likes to use more subtle means of solving problems if it is possible. Although he likes to make sure no one gets hurt, he didn't mind fighting if he is backed into an corner or his life is on the line and he will not hold back. However, his fighting style is also from his passive personality, as he focuses on the defensive forms 2 and 3, being able to comfortly switch between the two. However, in general he is able to defend himself, he lacks the offensive power to take down his opponents. Equipment: Lightsaber(Purple): A customized saber that is equipped with a curved hilt that fits his hand with ease. The saber is nothing special however it is what he is most comfortable with and can confidently use. Force Powers/Skills: Center of Being - An meditative stance that is found in many passive and defensive forms of fighting. One who falls deeply into this style could almost unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints. Force Speed - A common technique of the force that allowed the user to maintain sprinting speeds for a brief period of time. The more skill one had granted greater boosts to speed and/or greater duration. The increased speed of the Jedi enabled the individual to see the world and the entities around them in slow motion, allowing them to dodge attacks easily and attack quicker with greater accuracy. Force Deflection - A technique that both Jedi and Sith used when they chosen or didn't have a lightsaber on them. They could use this skill to deflect what a regular saber would be able to. Special Skill: Enhanced Miraluka Sight - Transcending past normal force sight that Miraluka are experts in, Apello skill in this force technique is considered to be on the level of a master. Allowing hims sensitive eyes to actually pierce through weaker uses of force stealth. Being able to see things as if he could see a second or two into the future. However, even then his body is still trying to refine his reflexes to catch up with this ability, however there is definitely an unfair advantage on solo combat with him. History: Apello was a Jedi brought into the order, when he show amazing aptitude for the force and so he was taken in as a Padawan and trained to become a Jedi. His potential could go either way as for combat or more force related, as it could of gone either way but his master trained him in the use of the lightsaber. He was taught to always be on guard and learn how to defend himself and to not harm other, at least not directly. Under his master teachings, he learned the two forms Makashi and Soresu but with his master's beliefs his style of Makashi was more defensive to drain out the fight til his opponents could no longer fight, or assistance arrived.
4,359	107	14	263	267	Unacceptable. Unwarranted. Unforgivable. M-0018 found their transgressions illogical. He was not a cleaning implement. Threats? Hardly? M-0018 thought himself fair. He gave a nuetral warning, yet they continued, if anything they threatened the safety of the outpost. In addition the young one had threw a ball at an Imperial Soldier. Inexcusable. M-0018 had been taught that codes and regulations preserved peace and order. Any deviations decreased stability and brought anarchy. While the padawan's assault was benign, continued transgressions could lead to more heinous acts. Had they been Imperial Soldiers of the old empire they were to be trialed and unceremoniously executed, but as "honored guests" he was forced to keep quiet. M-0018 was told the Jedi were masters of their emotions, bound to codes similar to those drilled on to him. When he first heard of their arrival he was... content, finding solace in the thought that others would share his resolution. Instead the outpost received this motley crew. For a organization that lauded their ideals they were lax in their enforcement. One knight displayed open tendencies of aggression, the youngling -manipulative and deceptive of her true nature- was an hazard to outpost security with her mischievous tendencies. He would say the other knight was compliant, but he was an enabler of their behaviors. "Padawan Jade, this trooper's serial is M-0018, and he will treat this incident-" M-0018 stopped, he can tell he was being actively ignored. They continued in their combat exercises, the padawan's attention firmly fixed. Their devotion to their martial arts was evident as they took their stances, sizing each other up. He was compelled to stay, but again chastised himself for his weakness, troopers must return to their post once their duty was complete. He turned around, forgoing the typical salute in the presence of what are otherwise civilians, and started to march back to the dark main hall.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,360	107	15	2,486	164	Siliscus Duke Siliscus sat at the helm of his ship, watching eagerly as 'The Copperhead' moved towards a large cargo ship. They'd managed to sneak up on the imperial ship by cutting coms and easing up slowly. "Bring coms back up, I'm hailing their captain. I will give them one chance to surrender" Siliscus said to the Communication officer "You're on all coms, and where there's a holo screen they'll hear you, beginning full scale broadcasting in 3,2..." "This is Duke Siliscus, captain of the Copperhead and i am giving you one chance to allow us to dock. Once docked we will take whatever goods we please and be on our way. If you refuse we will cripple your engines, board, take what we like and then burn the remaining cargo. We will kill anyone who resists but those whom surrender will be guaranteed safe passage to the closest imperial planet, albeit stripped of weapons and armor along with all credits. You have 30 seconds to comply, if you fire up your engines or engage your Hyper drive we will fire." "This is Captain Weq, refuse your offer" As soon as the words left Weq's lips The Copperhead fired a precise salvo of blaster cannons that left the cargo ship crippled. Siliscus lead the boarding party with two dozen of his finest men. Well maybe finest wasn't the right word for these men. As soon as the blast doors between the shuttle and cargo ship opened Siliscus heard dozens of men shout " Don't Fire! We've accepted your ultimatum!" They would be dropped off within one week, their weapons and armor used on the ship. In total, every crew member with the exception of the captain and 6 bodyguards. Duke Siliscus had the pleasure of separating the captains head from torso with his Ryyk, but his bodyguards were cut down by his men. The raid ended with a great success, the cargo on board looted had military weapons, along with lots of food and medicine. The Duke was greatly satisfied.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,361	107	16	1,894	5,793	Of course, master. She replied to him as she bowed once more. She had hardly ever deliberately tested Rad'qet's patience in the past. She was well away of what the Sith mater was capable of, and didn't want to upset him and take his books away from her. She had learned so much because of his collection, and she didn't want to stop learning any time soon. As she took the papers, she waited for him to leave the room first before going back to her own room, where she would proceed to review the contents of the papers and see just what was going on.	Screen Name: Pyroman Character Name: Izin'asilos Race: Twi'lek Class: Sith Apprentice Physical Description: (What does your character look like?) Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth? Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber. Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between. Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice.
4,362	107	17	688	1,200	Cade stepped towards his opponent gripping his saber with both hands and slashed horizontally at the man's chest. His saber would come from the man's left side and be a blur of blue as it flashed towards him. If the man did not block Cade would stop the saber moments before it contacted his skin. As he slashed his left foot planted firmly in front of him and his right foot slightly behind. This gave him balance and mobility to carry into the swing.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,363	107	18	1,813	471	With the beginning of Cade's left foot moving forward, and his body flowing into his attack with his light saber coming to his left. He saw how his body would move and saw how this Jedi worked during his fighting and so with light saber being on his right, it moved to his left side of the chest as the other blue blade came into contact with his purple light saber deflecting it up. The purple light saber had been positioned diagonally to the right allowing the blue blade to slide up with Cade's own momentum carrying it upwards. It didn't matter if he switch from his dominant side to attack his opponent's left side. It allowed him to safely think about his next actions as Cade was to defend himself as his next move was thought out. Then he quickly swung at the other Jedi's left side where it was open horizontally as well, leaving the possibility for defensive if the other Jedi was able to recover.	Screen Name: Pie Flavor Character Name: Apello Styxx Race: Miraluka Class: Jedi Guardian Picture: Physical Description: Apello is interesting person, who reaches the height of 6 and weighs around 140 pounds. Usually being that people never see the majority of his body and face half the time. They were comfortably worn his skin with a hood that covers most of the head with the exception of his face. Even then his face was covered with a dark cloth that covered his eyes. Being well kepted, his hair reaches slightly bellow his head, but isn't really special besides it curling off to the side. His hair isn't generally seen as he wears his hood majority of the time. Personality: A more passive kind of Jedi that likes to use more subtle means of solving problems if it is possible. Although he likes to make sure no one gets hurt, he didn't mind fighting if he is backed into an corner or his life is on the line and he will not hold back. However, his fighting style is also from his passive personality, as he focuses on the defensive forms 2 and 3, being able to comfortly switch between the two. However, in general he is able to defend himself, he lacks the offensive power to take down his opponents. Equipment: Lightsaber(Purple): A customized saber that is equipped with a curved hilt that fits his hand with ease. The saber is nothing special however it is what he is most comfortable with and can confidently use. Force Powers/Skills: Center of Being - An meditative stance that is found in many passive and defensive forms of fighting. One who falls deeply into this style could almost unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints. Force Speed - A common technique of the force that allowed the user to maintain sprinting speeds for a brief period of time. The more skill one had granted greater boosts to speed and/or greater duration. The increased speed of the Jedi enabled the individual to see the world and the entities around them in slow motion, allowing them to dodge attacks easily and attack quicker with greater accuracy. Force Deflection - A technique that both Jedi and Sith used when they chosen or didn't have a lightsaber on them. They could use this skill to deflect what a regular saber would be able to. Special Skill: Enhanced Miraluka Sight - Transcending past normal force sight that Miraluka are experts in, Apello skill in this force technique is considered to be on the level of a master. Allowing hims sensitive eyes to actually pierce through weaker uses of force stealth. Being able to see things as if he could see a second or two into the future. However, even then his body is still trying to refine his reflexes to catch up with this ability, however there is definitely an unfair advantage on solo combat with him. History: Apello was a Jedi brought into the order, when he show amazing aptitude for the force and so he was taken in as a Padawan and trained to become a Jedi. His potential could go either way as for combat or more force related, as it could of gone either way but his master trained him in the use of the lightsaber. He was taught to always be on guard and learn how to defend himself and to not harm other, at least not directly. Under his master teachings, he learned the two forms Makashi and Soresu but with his master's beliefs his style of Makashi was more defensive to drain out the fight til his opponents could no longer fight, or assistance arrived.
4,364	107	19	688	1,200	The man had parried as Cade figured he would. Instead of continuing with his saber he drove of with his left foot in a straight punch towards the miraluka's nose. When he did this the rotation of his body snapping back would create more force as if he had been spinning. Cades right hand also came down in a guard position as his punch was thrown guarding his flank in case the opponents saber would reach before his punch did. The punch was not full force, but did have some power behind it.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,365	107	20	263	267	Crusty Quite the nice haul. At least a 7 bajillion gallons at least of the blood and other gooey bits hung from the ceiling. Those nice men left such a fun surprise in exchange for a few measly thermal detonators. Yes yes yes, Crusty was quite pleased. When the Captain said, "Crusty, were blowing the bridge, heavy contact expected " she was SOO excited. When the bridge doors were finally forced open she couldn't help but toss a few- or a dozen, she lost count. Of course the Good Captain praised her, or assumed he did, he made the most fascinating war cries before rushing into the bridge with the rest of the boyz. But when they got in there the bridge was a bit of a mess (she noted that shes gotta increase the thermal output, ash was much easier to clean), luckily those boarding thermal grenades of hers were specially crafted not to fry equipment toooooooo much, but the bodies were pretty much goop at this point. Looking around the captain seemed displeased, like...like he just lost a valuable...thing, but he perked right up when the ANTI-CAPTAIN was still in one piece, AND breathing. The good captain gave him one of his famous close shaves, cleaned him right up. You could say he was quite AHEAD. BWAHAHAHAHA. Crusty cracked herself up. The captain told us to back up the cargo, but he gave us EXPLICERATE orders not to blow up any of the other crew. Eh, you can't have 'em all. We got the booty (kek) shipped up and packed down. Hopefully Captain remembers to buy me that fancy new thermite purifier I asked for the last haul with this new booty(double kek). I ran up to him again and gave him one of them Imirial Saloots that we so frequently saw in the the (dead) crews. "Cargo ready CAPATAIN! Can I blow this mother up?"	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,366	107	21	2,486	164	Siliscus "You have one minute, make it count Crusty, burn every cargo container not on The Copperhead" Duke Siliscus said before walking back to 'The Copperhead'. They would give the cargoship a kick start towards the closest hub world, which was luckily not too far away. Chances were the crew would be fine, but they might starve, or freeze in their journey through space. "Not my problem" Siliscus thought, a smile creeping onto his face. He'd already planned their next mission, they were headed to the Mazi sector, it was one the Empire planned to colonize. Fresh sectors meant no laws, which meant the perfect hideout for a smuggler like himself. The worlds were probably rich with untapped resources and people to exploit. He'd need to find a a way to establish a foothold though, that would be the hardest part of the expedition.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,367	107	22	263	267	Crusty Burn...hmmm...burn...buuuurn. Now if you think about it, explode is a lot like burn. Some might say its Burn 2.0: The Explodening, coming to your theaters next lunar cycle. So by this logic what the Captain really said was, "You have one minute, make it count Crusty, Burn 2.0tm every cargo container not on The Copperhead." She got right to work, the captain was real strict with these time limits. A few detpacks here, thermals here, concussion here, here and... here. Total time: 45 secs, NEW HIGHSCORE. LEVEL 2 GET. She scurried right behind the heels of the Good Captain, he even held the boarding tubes open for her! What an honor. The Copperhead, was good to go, resident pilot-man did his space magic. Crusty looked out a port hole, the nice folks were well on their way to port the captain so gracio-KABOOM-aaaaaaaaand it blew up. Gaping hole where cargo bay should be. Check. Imperials being ejected to deep space. Check. Secondary explosions in the reactor. Check. Yup they're dead. Woops. My condolences, acceptable loses and all that jazz. "Note to self, Burn 2.0 is not effective when wanting to keep the ship in habitable conditions. Captain condition: she looked up on the wide-eyed captain moderately miffed."	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,368	107	23	1,886	369	Location: Mazitec, the outpost The holographic image of the Imperial officer highly adorned with his badges and medals addresses the outpost. With his whitish grey hair cut short in the military style and strong jawline the high ranking officer named Commander Rei reads from an official document. ”Your first objective at the Mazi outpost is to explore the surrounding area. The first Federation scout ships that landed there did a bit of exploring but we really need to know what is out there. This is Federation as well as Imperial territory now and the laws shall be enforced as they would be if you were on Coruscant. We need to know the terrain of Mazitec, find strategic locations for bases in the future. You will be cutting the first trails within this new planet, forging the way for the Empire in years to come. Your next objective will be to set up a communications satellite somewhere on the planet’s surface. It will allow us to communicate with the outpost at all times, once the mother ship makes it a certain distance away the holo-communicators will lose connection. You must keep this satellite in working order or risk losing contact with the inner rim until we can send out help. Your third objective is to set up the moister extractor’s witch should be self-explanatory. Locate the appropriate area in which the water is flowing underground and install the extractor. For the Empire!” The image of commander Rei dissipates as Jedi master Chata takes his place. The Blue Nelvaanian with his black hair and tribal tattoos addresses the Jedi of the outpost. ”The Federation represents the union in between the Empire and the Republic, working together for the better good of the galaxy. This peace was paid for with countless lives and shall be protected vigorously. I want Jedi Mal’Darn and padawan Yi to accompany the group exploring the surrounding area. Styxx will help with the satellite. Keep a sharp eye out for any sign of the assassin “Ghost” she is highly dangerous even by Jedi standards. It is thought that she might return to the Mazi system for some reason. You will receive further instructions after the current assignments are complete. May the force be with you” With the tasks distributed the occupants of the outpost are left to their duties.	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,369	107	24	263	267	M-0018 The holocron suddenly cut off, M-0018 still staring blankly in the area the picture had been. The squad had been assembled again for the latest briefing. His other squad members seemed restless, whether be it nerves, excitement or... cowardice. Unforgivable. A weakness of the mind. Troopers must be impartial, treat this as any other order. An order that all of them must comply to. His role would probably dictate a place in the recon party, the terrain outside the outpost walls were perilous, he hypothesized that his skills would be required sometime or later. He noticed that the Jedi were not in the same briefing room. Inefficient. Difficult to have non-military personal follow regulation -as seen by their behavior- and to have objectives be relayed in sequence rather than in parallel reduced combat efficiency. This new empire's lack of control of the Jedi council troubled him... No, those are traitorous thoughts. Again, a weakness in his part. Undying loyalty. Undying trust to the Empire. He must comply. He will comply. He saluted to his commanding officer, standing at attention as he awaited orders.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,370	107	25	1,585	1,028	Jade was watching the duel between the two Jedi Knights with fascination as that was how good she wanted to be with a lightsaber some day. After some time she stood up from her spot stretching her back before leaving the training room and looked around. "They will find me when we are ready to head out." She muttered to herself as she headed down the hallway wandering aimlessly to who knows where. She some how found her way to the command center where the Imperials were all gathered together and that was when she spotted the one soldier that had been in the training room with them. "Are you heading out with us to explore the planet?" Jade asked the trooper as came to stand next to him as she watched the rest of the Imperials walk around.	Character sheet Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo Race: Mandalorian Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line. Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck. Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body. EE-3 Carbine Rifle Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi K-11 Blaster Pistols Electrified bolas for capturing a target Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim.
4,371	107	26	688	1,200	Cade and Styxx had a good spar. Their padawaan left sometime in the middle, and the two dueed to a stalemate before respectfully bowing and heading to where they would receive their orders. After hearing of his assignment Cade nodded and turned to find his padawaan. He searched the hallway, but found no sign of her at least until he came to the imperial briefing room. Cade entered the briefing room his black cloak flowing behind him to find his apprentice. He noticed her conversing with an imperial and decided to intervene. Stepping beside the two Cade interrupted the conversation. "Padawaan we are to accompany them on the ground, head back to your quarters and assemble your gear I shall meet you outside in exactly seven minutes" Cade said before waling away.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,372	107	27	263	267	M-0018 He had been addressed, not by an officer, but the noncompliant Padawan. Asked if M-0018 was to "help explore." Naive, she made it sound as if this was Class I Paradise World, free of dangers. In addition, she was unaware of how Troopers operated. It was not M-0018's place to decide which post he is assigned to. And most importantly it was not the his place to express his opinions on the mission. Surprisingly he found her ignorance... amusing. He accosted himself. Thoughts of leisure were hazards to the mission. They compromised security. He cannot endanger the squad. As such he felt the girl must be informed of her mistakes and made aware to standard operating procedures. Remembering the prearranged speech for such a misconduct, M-0018 prepared to speak but before he could continue Knight Cade stood between them and ordered her immediate redoubt. Commendable, he must have recognized both the padawan's and M-0018's folly and wished to resolve it. It is for the best, a trooper had no business teaching Jedi. However M-0018 recognized an unacceptable behavior, animosity to an ally. M-0018 was again confused. The Padawan's blunders, while intolerable, were benign, so it couldn't have been directed towards her knowing their apprentice-master contract. Had it been M-0018? Illogical. M-0018 had acted with proper conduct and gave fair treatment to the Jedi. Perhaps it was standing Jedi orders to operate under comm silence with the Imperials? Unlikely, combat efficiency would be severely hindered. M-0018 couldn't wrap his mind around it. The Jedis served as a constant source of strife.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,373	107	28	1,585	1,028	Padawan Jade waited for the troopers response until Cade showed up and told her to go get her gear. She huffed and turned around leaving the room without another word as she made her way to her room. She didn't like when she was bossed around, but knew that she would have to listen to her masters if she ever wanted to become a Jedi Knight. When she get to her room she quickly grabbed her brown coat as well as some a few bits of equipment that could be stashed in her belt that had pouches on it. After she made sure she had everything she needed for the excursion she fixed her hair in the mirror before throwing on her hood and headed to the entrance to the base where Cade was waiting. "Well Master, what do you think we will find out there?" She asked her Jedi as she looked out at the surrounding wilderness where they were supposed to explore.	Character sheet Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo Race: Mandalorian Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line. Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck. Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body. EE-3 Carbine Rifle Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi K-11 Blaster Pistols Electrified bolas for capturing a target Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim.
4,374	107	29	1,886	369	Darth Majies stands within a circle drawn into the ground fixed with many different Sith symbols and markings. The circle is meant to enhance his dark side powers, the power that flows through his veins the blood of a true Sith. Count Vorrik an orange skinned Quarren who is also a student of Majies. The count is dressed in black pants, shirt and belt with a black cape that drapes back and wraps around his frame. His black boots match his black gloved hands that grip the neck of a prisoner. ”Lord Majies, here is the next one. We interrogated him until he was close to death, the young Jedi padawan was kind enough to tell us the information we required. The holocron that we seek is hidden in an ancient temple deep within the Derhn ruins on the fifth moon in the Mazi system. The ruins are under over three kilometers of water.” Vorrik says as he pushes the Jedi padawan out in front of the Dark lord Majies forcing him to kneel. Count Vorrik backs away slowly as Majies slowly gazes towards the downed padawan. The dark lord extents his hand with his clawed fingernails. Suddenly a ghostly chain is sent spearing into the padawans chest, causing him to shriek in agony. Majies slowly pulls and tugs the chain until the padawans ghostly soul is removed from his now limp body. The hollow smoke like ghost chained to the dark lords throne to suffer always.	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,375	107	30	688	1,200	Cade was meditating when his apprentice approached. Sensing her presence he stood and nodded to her. As she stared into the wilderness Cade was preparing a swoop bike for the two of them. She asked him what he thought was out there and he didn't know what answer to giver her but the truth. "To be honest Jade i do not know. Most of my incursions have been during campaigns and wars."	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,376	107	31	1,889	40	Captain Yarrick gazed at the large knight sitting across from him in the Transport shuttle. Even with the Knight armor on he could see the man's massive figure. The captain had seen bigger men, hell he'd killed bigger men, but something about Knight Drazhar made him nervous. It wasn't his personality, Drazhar was actually fairly easy to get along with, it seemed to be blatantly obvious but Yarrick just couldn't point it out. "It's my willingness to die" Drazhar said, his deep voice calmly echoing through the ship, "That's what's making you uneasy." "Did the force tell you that" Yarrick said cracking a smile. The knight smiled back, and Yarrick realized he was right."Didn't expect a guy like you to be like this, honestly I was expecting you to be a lot harsher and rough around the edges" "Just because I exist to serve and die for the emperor doesn't mean I can't make a few friends along the way. No reason to breed contempt with someone that'll be behind me firing a blaster anyways" "Yeah I guess you're right, they tell you who we'll be fighting out here anyways? They've been keeping me in the dark" Yarrick said, realizing he'd let his curiosity best his judgement. "I don't know much, either they're keeping both of us in the dark or they don't even know" The knight said, before adding, "I have a feeling they didn't send a decorated vet and a Knight out here for no reason though" An intercom announcement cut into the conversation "We are beginning our descent, arriving on the outpost in 3 minutes, or 1 if we fail to properly land" The landing was fairly smooth, and took about three minutes. Captain Yarrick and Knight Drazhar undid their safety belts and stood up. The blast door at the rear of the shuttle depressurized and lowered with a satisfying hydraulic Hssssssssss. As soon as the men stepped onto the landing platform they realized just how beautiful the planet was. A lush forest sprawled in every direction, off in the distance a small mountain range sprouted from the ground, and a river separated part of the dense forest. "Of course I'd be forced to stay here, place looks like a fooking vacation planet and I'll be organizing guard patrols." Yarrick said disdainfully "I'm almost ashamed that we will be fighting in such a gorgeous place, but It'd be an honor to die for the Emperor here" Drazhar said before looking down at the Captain. They both began to laugh, and Yarrick realized he no longer felt nervous being near the Knight.	Screen name; Purple Jackal Character name; Drazhar Vect Race; Dathomirian (Zabrak father, human mother) Class; Imperial Knight Physical Description; A tall, muscular, armor clad man. Standing nearly 6'8 and possessing an extremely muscular body, Drazhar is an incredibly intimidating knight. He has a deep Orange skin tone along with a row of horns forming a Mohawk, and horns above his eyebrows around the round of his head, giving him a semi-crown of horns. Personality; A prideful, but disciplined man. He serves the empire and answers to only his few commanders. Also very stubborn. Leads from the fronts, likes to get to know his men Equipment;Dual Light sabers "Stalwart"- White bladed Saber with a Chrome hilt. Wielded in His left hand. Primarily used for defending "Bloodthirster"- Red bladed saber with a black and chrome hilt, held in right handed, used mostly for attacking. Imperial armour; Worn with a hood, Drazhar is still mobile while wearing it, but he lends his defense to "stalwart" instead of his agility. Communication headset- to coordinate with troops Force powers- Saber Throw Saber fighting Force defense He uses the force to improve his Saber fighting but also to defend against other force attacks. Bio- Grew up with his Gray Jedi father who was a bounty hunter. Accompanied his father when he was old enough, eventually his father died and Drazhar was forced into service for the empire, but he enjoyed it. They told him where to go and who to kill and when he got back he got medals. He did whatever the job required and loved the sense of fellowship he got from his brothers in arms.
4,377	107	32	263	267	M-0018 M-0018 went through a mental list of equipment requisitioned for the squad on their upcoming excursion when an Imperial Transport appeared over the treeline. He looked to his squad, the other troopers hadn't expected another guest appearance. One of his squad-mates had laughed and hoped in was some smokes and a some hot Twi'lek ass. Unlikely, the Empire had banned the consumption of sentients' flesh for quite some time. Still the oncoming ship was unexpected, but noting the previous loss of a trooper, reinforcements were welcome. The transport finally landed, with a hiss the passenger doors opened to reveal an Imperial Knight and Trooper. M-0018 rose to attention and saluted the newcomers finding as one was a Knight and the other, according to his helmet's IFF was, a captain. His squad shortly followed suit. M-0018 couldn't help but feel relief, the lack of actual authority had made his squad lax- not to mention the Jedi-, hopefully the authority of the Knight and the experience of the officer would finally bring much needed order to this outpost. His squad was restless, a weakness of the mind. He was not. He knew his duty. He fixed his gaze on the officer, patiently expecting new orders.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,378	107	33	1,889	40	Captain Yarrick quit laughing and looked down at the troops on the outpost. The troops looked as though they'd done nothing since landing on the planet, come to think of it, if he was their CO and just now arriving they probably haven't been doing anything. "Meet me in the barracks in half an hour, full field inspection. I don't want to see any of you missing, if you are missing ,there will be severe consequences. If the barracks is out of order when I get there this entire company will be reprimanded, any individual failure will result in company punishment." Yarrick barked. "Unbelievable, just un-f*cking believable" "The men do not seem to be insubordinate, the time they've had has made them relaxed. They will likely make good troops, once whipped into shape." Drazhar said, moving towards the area he was told would be his room. He would need a few rounds of sparring practice, and some PT. The long interspace travel has made my muscles soft. He thought to himself. What kind of man can die valiantly with soft muscles. After dropping his belongings off, he immediately made his way to the training simulation room. Yarrick was impressed by the Trooper's Barracks. Their weapons and armor were all in order, the Barracks was somewhat messy, but he could find no true fault in the Company. While walking along the lines of At-Attention-Troopers he noticed something odd, something very odd. One of the troopers was a clone. He made a note of it, and continued down the line of troopers. "Who has been in charge up to this point" He shouted throughout the Barracks, "Whoever it was, you owe them very much. It seems like they've kept you in line and out of trouble here". After the inspection Yarrick walked back to his office, and began reading the reports of the Company from the past few weeks.	Screen name; Purple Jackal Character name; Drazhar Vect Race; Dathomirian (Zabrak father, human mother) Class; Imperial Knight Physical Description; A tall, muscular, armor clad man. Standing nearly 6'8 and possessing an extremely muscular body, Drazhar is an incredibly intimidating knight. He has a deep Orange skin tone along with a row of horns forming a Mohawk, and horns above his eyebrows around the round of his head, giving him a semi-crown of horns. Personality; A prideful, but disciplined man. He serves the empire and answers to only his few commanders. Also very stubborn. Leads from the fronts, likes to get to know his men Equipment;Dual Light sabers "Stalwart"- White bladed Saber with a Chrome hilt. Wielded in His left hand. Primarily used for defending "Bloodthirster"- Red bladed saber with a black and chrome hilt, held in right handed, used mostly for attacking. Imperial armour; Worn with a hood, Drazhar is still mobile while wearing it, but he lends his defense to "stalwart" instead of his agility. Communication headset- to coordinate with troops Force powers- Saber Throw Saber fighting Force defense He uses the force to improve his Saber fighting but also to defend against other force attacks. Bio- Grew up with his Gray Jedi father who was a bounty hunter. Accompanied his father when he was old enough, eventually his father died and Drazhar was forced into service for the empire, but he enjoyed it. They told him where to go and who to kill and when he got back he got medals. He did whatever the job required and loved the sense of fellowship he got from his brothers in arms.
4,379	107	34	1,585	1,028	Well Master, looks like this will be a first for both of us. The young Jedi said with a smile as she got onto her swoop bike. At that moment an Imperial shuttle flew overhead and touched down at the other side of the base where the landing pads were located. "i wonder who just showed up." She wondered to herself before revving up her bike. "Race you to the treeline Master." Jade told her Jedi Master before blasting off into the high grass that surrounded the base forging a path for the Jedi as she headed for the treeline located a mile and a half away.	Character sheet Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo Race: Mandalorian Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line. Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck. Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body. EE-3 Carbine Rifle Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi K-11 Blaster Pistols Electrified bolas for capturing a target Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim.
4,380	107	35	2,486	164	Rad'qet Rad'qet rose to his feet after he finished his meditation. He felt his mind resharpen and walked towards the door. It felt as though he had honed his mind, as if it were a blade. Everything felt organized. The feeling would fade as he learned more and as he used his powers, but he relished the feeling as the door slid open. The Long dark robes Rad'qet wore during meditation dragged against the floor, he pulled them off and threw the robe back inside the meditation chamber. He brought his usual robe over to him using the force, and put it on. The cold of the ship cut at his hands and feet until he donned the robe once again. However as soon as he stepped into the mid-section of the ship his hands and feet rejoiced at the warmth. By keeping his meditation room cold it allowed him to slip into his comatose state easier. Once he had moved into the navigation room and cockpit he realized they were nearing the moon. He played the holo-message from Majies and felt a null sense of annoyance. Rad'qet had come to the system for the artifact, for HIS artifact. His time was not to be spent playing errand boy for Majies. Rad'qet shook his head, the holocron would be useful on its own, and Rad'qet would be the first to study it. "Izin, when you are ready I need to talk to you." Rad'qet said, he had no idea if she was awake or not. He sat in the Pilot seat looking over the navigation maps and watching Majies' holo-message once again. Majies could probably kill Rad'qet if they were forced to duel, but Rad'qet knew that would never happen. Siliscus Duke Siliscus' looked over the report that the voyaging ship had sent before he lost contact with it. One planet in particular, Mazitec, interested Siliscus. The amount of possible toxins and drugs that could be extracted from the flora along with possible poisonous fauna made Siliscus drool a little. Of course this was all hypothetical, no one had been on the surface of Mazitec yet. For all they knew the atmosphere was full of chemicals that would kill a man in an instant. But that also made Siliscus drool a little. The Copperhead stopped at the last possible hub Planet before they made their hyperspace jump. He found the merchant of a familiar black market organization and dropped off most of the stolen goods. He bought food and fuel for the journey, along with a few trinkets and a porno holotape. The rest of the credits were wired to "The Grey Boar" shipping Co. Siliscus thought about leaving the Jawa Boy, Crusty, on the surface, but decided that it would be an injustice to the poor people who inhabited the trade port. Still, the boy should be glad Siliscus didn't beat him to death for exploding the cargo ship. That was, until, Siliscus realized no one would know that it was he who raided the ship. All records had been wiped by the Tech-head before leaving, and all the witnesses and been sent to deep space. It was good that they probably wouldn't be tracked, he didn't want anyone knowing about his soon to be gold mine.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,381	107	36	1,894	5,793	Izin had studied almost every word, every phrase, and had her own notebook to write down her own thoughts about what her master had given her. Unfortunately, she had fallen asleep whilst writing, and jolted awake once Rad'qet's words reached her ears. She was lucky she had fallen asleep in the corner of her room, otherwise she would have fallen off of her bed. Her notes were still in her hands as she quickly surveyed the area, and slowly put them down. "Yes Master!" She called back to the other person on the ship, and made her way to his location. He wouldn't have called her if he was in his meditation room, so the cockpit seemed to be the only logical choice. Making her way to her master, she stood before the man and bowed, staying quiet and waiting for her orders.	Screen Name: Pyroman Character Name: Izin'asilos Race: Twi'lek Class: Sith Apprentice Physical Description: (What does your character look like?) Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth? Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber. Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between. Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice.
4,382	107	37	2,486	164	Rad'qet didn't even look up from the holo-message, it was the fourth time he'd watched it. "The ruins on the moon... they are... they're submerged. The holocron is within a temple, and the temple is three kilometers under water" Rad'qet said, a visible look of stress appeared on his face for a moment. Yet in one moment it disappeared, and Rad'qet looked up at the girl. "I don't know if we'll be able to make it that deep, even using the force. I've done the calculations and the water pressure at that depth would be close to 2000kg/4300lbs a square inch." Rad'qet put a hand to his temple and closed his eyes. His breathing flattened out and he waited for a moment. "The slightest break in concentration at that depth would be deadly. There is no way we can both go. I haven't a clue how we're going to retrieve this damn holocron."	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,383	107	38	263	267	M-0018 The new captain had finished inspection and withdrew to his office to undoubtedly look over mission details and prepare a company punishment for the abhorrent mess the barracks was in. 2 cots were out of regulation by 1 whole inch in their creases, a trooper had left his locker unlocked and worst of all a layer of dust a settled on a shelf. Unacceptable. The squad had dispersed taking the Captain's leave as a break of attention. Typically M-0018 would have kept position until ordered but he felt it mission imperative that in the absence of an NCO and the condition of his squad that the status of the outpost be discussed with the Captain. He kept form as he marched to the officer door, gave the expected 2 knocks and monotoned, "M-0018 requesting permission to enter. This unit deems it necessary that the Captain be kept up to date on outpost logs and previous recon outcomes." Crusty The trip to the one of the Good Captain's fences was a harrowing one. The captain looked like he was ready to vent her out the airlocks! Yeesh, it was just a little explosion and murder of civillians. Still she felt awful guilty for it, she avoided him during the venture and even kept her ordinance "maintenance" to a minimum. When they reached planetside she feared history would repeat itself when the Captain told her to count the number of smugglers present in a nearby bar. Luckily he returned with a big ol' grin from his fence. Must have been big. GASP Maybe he bought her that thermite purifier! ... ... Nope, just a more of his "Special Time" books. Still she spoke, "So...uh... captain, now that we're done with the thing. Whats next? Exploiting natives? Raping of the earth? Widescale genocide? Hit job? Or... or... I got it! Planting live mines on a pre-industrial planet for laughs!? She looked up expectantly, the Captain always had the best ways to spend a weekend.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,384	107	39	1,894	5,793	Well, only one of us should go. Izin stated. She believed it was rather obvious it was either one or none, but she felt the need to say it anyway. "But, which one of us should go?" She asked rhetorically, tapping her chin in thought and looking up at the ceiling. She could go, being younger, having a large amount of potential, and being more expendable than her master.. On the other hand, her master could go, who had much more focus and experience than she did. If something did happen to Rad'qet, though, his mind will be lost and he will become one with the force. It wasn't as common for a Sith to become a Sith ghost, and while she certainly didn't think that her master would be unable to achieve such a feat, it was rather unlikely. After a moment of silence, the Twi'lek woman looked at her master seriously and nodded slightly. "I believe I should be the one to go." She told him. "You have more value and knowledge than I do, and we can't risk losing what you've learned. I know what you've taught me, and little else. I might not have as much skill as you, but you wouldn't have taken me from Ryloth if you didn't think I had potential."	Screen Name: Pyroman Character Name: Izin'asilos Race: Twi'lek Class: Sith Apprentice Physical Description: (What does your character look like?) Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth? Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber. Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between. Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice.
4,385	107	40	2,486	164	Rad'qet looked at the girl and an idea drifted into his head. Give her the amulet He reached into a deep fold Inside of his robe and withdrew a yellow gem, that was encased in a deep blue metal. "This amulet will allow you to concentrate and will act as a superconductor for your force sensitivity. At the distance I should be able to channel my energy to you, as your signal will be amplified." Rad'qet held the amulet out to Her before adding "Anyone within a few hundred kilometers who is trying to detect you will detect you. You should be fine as the moon is uninhabited, but if anything goes wrong you will need to surface as quickly as possible."	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,386	107	41	1,894	5,793	Izin watched as her master pulled an item out from his robe. It was an amulet of some sort, she knew that much, but only learned about it once he spoke of its power. Her eyes widened in surprise as she learned of what she could do. It was truly surprising to her, and slowly, she took the amulet. It probably wasn't bet to put it on just yet, so she withheld from doing so. With this amulet in mind, she wondered why he saw going deep into the water could be of any trouble. Rad'qet was a Sith lord, and with the amulet, he should have no need of her abilities. Despite this, she bowed again. "Thank you Master. I'll be sure not to fail you."	Screen Name: Pyroman Character Name: Izin'asilos Race: Twi'lek Class: Sith Apprentice Physical Description: (What does your character look like?) Personality: Izin is normally quite calm and quiet with a curious streak, and has numerous questions floating through her head at any given moment. She is quite aware about how the woman of her race are treated, and is a bit of a sore spot to her. She loathes when people catcall her or talk openly about how the Twi'lek are treated and seen as slaves and lowly dancers to many, and isn't afraid in the least to hush them with her lightsaber. She had dabbled in the Potentium perspective during her first days as an apprentice, and still occasionally refers to their teachings, but has decided that she would accept the Sith way instead. While taking the ways of the Sith as her own, she still has yet to understand the meaning behind the title of Darth, and how it seemed to have evolved, or devolved to be a self appointed title, yet one that is used by only the most skilled of Sith lords. Couldn't anyone following the dark side of the force call themselves a Darth? Equipment: Izin uses a pair of red bladed guard shoto lightsabers with a simple design focused more on comfort for the user rather than appearances to scare off enemies. She also has a number of costumes for hiding around in. She also carried around an inactive saber that she had found on her homeworld, and refuses to use it, as she does not believe she has the talent for it, despite it being a rather standard style saber. Background history: Raised on Ryloth, Izin'asilos knew well about the slave trades and disposition towards her race. As a young girl, she came across an old and strange relic, which she kept in hopes of learning what it was. She kept in in secret, though, and did not reveal the object to her family. She could feel that they would not take kindly to it, and later on learned that she was right due to the object being a sith lightsaber. The saber started her on the path to learn more about the Sith, Jedi, the Force, and every nook and cranny in between. Just a little more than six months ago, as Izin was reaching was getting used to life as a young adult instead of a teenage girl, she met a cloaked figure and believed him to be a slaver by the way he had been watching and taking notes on her. Out of defense, she pulled out the lightsaber relic and ignited it. While she had never used the weapon before, she was not going to allow someone to buy her and make her a slave. Her anger, passion, and connection to the force had apparently intrigued the man, who soon after took her in as his apprentice.
4,387	107	42	1,889	40	Yarrick looked up from the troop reports. He needed to read the inventory of the armory, and then the general state of the outpost. The clone trooper had knocked on his door and stood at attention. The trooper had the markings of a medic on his armor,and the armor itself was spotless. "You may speak trooper" Yarrick said after he realized the trooper was probably waiting for a formal invitation. Clones made good soldiers, but this one left a little to be desired in the way of personality. Drazhar entered the simulation room, the Trainer Bot laying against the wall. An obvious, familiar scent had filled the training room recently. Drazhar could smell the ionized scent that a light saber duel would leave. He'd have to talk to the Jedi about this, but for now he'd deal with the quarter master. After a brief walk through the trooper barracks, Drazhar stopped at the Captains door. A medical trooper stood at the door saluting Yarrick.	Screen name; Purple Jackal Character name; Drazhar Vect Race; Dathomirian (Zabrak father, human mother) Class; Imperial Knight Physical Description; A tall, muscular, armor clad man. Standing nearly 6'8 and possessing an extremely muscular body, Drazhar is an incredibly intimidating knight. He has a deep Orange skin tone along with a row of horns forming a Mohawk, and horns above his eyebrows around the round of his head, giving him a semi-crown of horns. Personality; A prideful, but disciplined man. He serves the empire and answers to only his few commanders. Also very stubborn. Leads from the fronts, likes to get to know his men Equipment;Dual Light sabers "Stalwart"- White bladed Saber with a Chrome hilt. Wielded in His left hand. Primarily used for defending "Bloodthirster"- Red bladed saber with a black and chrome hilt, held in right handed, used mostly for attacking. Imperial armour; Worn with a hood, Drazhar is still mobile while wearing it, but he lends his defense to "stalwart" instead of his agility. Communication headset- to coordinate with troops Force powers- Saber Throw Saber fighting Force defense He uses the force to improve his Saber fighting but also to defend against other force attacks. Bio- Grew up with his Gray Jedi father who was a bounty hunter. Accompanied his father when he was old enough, eventually his father died and Drazhar was forced into service for the empire, but he enjoyed it. They told him where to go and who to kill and when he got back he got medals. He did whatever the job required and loved the sense of fellowship he got from his brothers in arms.
4,388	107	43	263	267	M-0018 "Understood Captain" He dropped his salute and went into parade rest as he went over the squad logs: daily routines, equipment conditions, the death of a trooper on a patrol, all told wih the same monotone voice. He told of his own personal duty as outpost physician and medic, reporting on trooper health(Acceptable) and moral(Acceptable), he made note of a suspected pulmonary disease of which is most likely endemic and no cause for alarm. "Finally, Unit M-0018 will report a breach in training room regulations and the destruction of a training droid without due cause. Perpetrator has been warned that future misdemeanors will result in immediate reprimands as they were non-military personal, as per regulation. Moving forwards, the squad has their equipment squared away and a prepares to commit resources into reconnaissance. No troopers have experience in mechanics so delegation to satillite construction mission will be mostly security detail to the outpost engineers or other experts. This is the conclusion to M-0018's report." He ended his tirade when the Imperial Knight entered the room, he was not quite sure how long he was present. Unwarriness is a deadly fault in troopers. Unacceptable. M-0018 cannot repeat this mistake.	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,389	107	44	1,889	40	Trooper you are dismissed Yarrick said, before looking up towards the knight. The clone would be useful in the upcoming days, especially if he is a skilled medic. The Captain stood up and put his Heavy blaster into his hip holster, "Knight Drazhar, unless what you need is urgent, I think we can discuss what you need while looking around the outpost" "I believe that will be a good idea," Drazhar said. While walking back out of the barracks, Yarrick noticed the data-slate in the large knight's hands. The screen had the Insignia of the Empire, and below that was CLASSIFIED. "We had 4 pallets worth of gear hit during transit, this place is completely classified and an Entire Cargo ship worth of gear going into uncharted space would no doubt draw pirates, or worse." Drazhar said in a hushed voice. Yarrick watched as the saber on his right hip jostled as the man walked. The outpost was fairly standard as far as imperial forward operating bases go, and Yarrick really didn't have any complaints. He had wondered where Drazhar's partner was, and if the other knight would be as helpful as the giant knight. The Knight's deep voice snapped him out of his day dream, "This wouldn't be a problem, but one of the pallets had blasters and batteries on it. Now again, that itself isn't the worrisome part, but we had dropped a location device in the shipment, as per imperial standards for weapon shipments, and a task force picked up where the locator was last detected. Joriha is the last trade world between the outpost and the rest of inhabited space. The raided cargo ship was also found deeper in inhabited space, meaning they stopped at Joriha for a reason. We believe someone may be coming to this system, and who ever it is, they aren't coming just to sight see." Yarrick wondered about whomever was coming, and hoped that the entire situation was a coincidence. For once in his career he thought he might have an easy tour, with a nice view and a comfortable office. The captain shook his head and couldn't help but smile at the naivete of the thought.	Screen name; Purple Jackal Character name; Drazhar Vect Race; Dathomirian (Zabrak father, human mother) Class; Imperial Knight Physical Description; A tall, muscular, armor clad man. Standing nearly 6'8 and possessing an extremely muscular body, Drazhar is an incredibly intimidating knight. He has a deep Orange skin tone along with a row of horns forming a Mohawk, and horns above his eyebrows around the round of his head, giving him a semi-crown of horns. Personality; A prideful, but disciplined man. He serves the empire and answers to only his few commanders. Also very stubborn. Leads from the fronts, likes to get to know his men Equipment;Dual Light sabers "Stalwart"- White bladed Saber with a Chrome hilt. Wielded in His left hand. Primarily used for defending "Bloodthirster"- Red bladed saber with a black and chrome hilt, held in right handed, used mostly for attacking. Imperial armour; Worn with a hood, Drazhar is still mobile while wearing it, but he lends his defense to "stalwart" instead of his agility. Communication headset- to coordinate with troops Force powers- Saber Throw Saber fighting Force defense He uses the force to improve his Saber fighting but also to defend against other force attacks. Bio- Grew up with his Gray Jedi father who was a bounty hunter. Accompanied his father when he was old enough, eventually his father died and Drazhar was forced into service for the empire, but he enjoyed it. They told him where to go and who to kill and when he got back he got medals. He did whatever the job required and loved the sense of fellowship he got from his brothers in arms.
4,390	107	45	688	1,200	Cade jumped on the back of his swoop bike quickly overtaking the apprentice and cutting her off. As they slowed to a stop Cade shook his head at her. "We are to escort the imperial troops not take off into the jungle, and on top of that use your head, we don't know what's on this plant Jade it could kill us. Yes Jedi can I die, I've seen it happen more than my fair share." Cade finished before turning back to the outpost. "We have to wait for the imperials lets head back and see what's going on" He said going back toward the outpost.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.
4,391	107	46	1,585	1,028	Jade sighed as she turned her bike around and followed her master back to the base. "So who do you think came in on that transport?" She asked as she pulled up next to Cade. She didn't really like the Empire at all because they seemed extremely uptight and all about the rules, but come to think about it so was the Jedi Order. It was a strange thing to think about but she would rather be a Jedi than a member of the Empire any day.	Character sheet Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo Race: Mandalorian Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line. Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck. Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body. EE-3 Carbine Rifle Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi K-11 Blaster Pistols Electrified bolas for capturing a target Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim.
4,392	107	47	1,886	369	Location: Mazitec, Scout group. The scout group had split up into two separate partys Alpha team made up of the Jedi Mal’Dam, the Jedi padawan Jade, Captain Yarrick, and two Troopers (NPCs). The Omega group having Imperial Knight Vect, Medic M-0018, Trooper Heavy gunner (NPC), and two Trooper one being Daxar. Both groups had been exploring for hours, they have made it quite a ways out and away from the outpost exploring the surroundings in two different directions. Team Alpha (Jedi team) and Team Omega (Imperial Knight Team) are to meet up back at the rondevu point in exactly three hours. Team Alpha: Mal’Dam and Jade lead the way through the forest with the troopers behind them, Yarrick ready to command his troops at any second. A few small creatures have been spotted mostly rodents and reptiles as well as a few birds soaring above. The large white stocked mushrooms soar into the sky as tall as trees there huge umbrella like caps are finned if viewed from the ground looking up. A few that have fallen over the years reveal the tops of the caps to be colored some blue some red and even a few purple ones. They mix and blend in with the different breeds of tree that make up the lush wet forest. The air on Mazitec seemed to be almost too thick with oxygen even though the scanners said it was a perfect atmosphere for human lifeforms. The sweat forming on Trooper Brian "Eagle" Nelsons forehead was quickly evaporated by his built in helmet cooling systems, it was humid at the very least he thought to himself as he marches along with the others preforming his duty. Scouting the area to see what is out here. He stretches his neck and looks up high into the canopy taking in a deep breath and exhaling calmly. Before Trooper Eagle could even finish exhaling he saw it. A large oval looking object, dark brown and slightly ridged in texture. That’s all he had time to take in before it hit the ground right near him. The insect hive smashed onto the ground instantly killing many of the wasp like creatures that inhabit the nest. The sheer number of “wasps” that emerge from the crushed object is mind boggling. Some must have flew out while it was falling as the insects seem to be everywhere. Near the impact zone the “wasps” form into what looks like a huge flying ball that seems to roll and change shapes like a big flock of birds high in the air. The bugs being very confused try to find any near animal to blame their anger on. The wasps engulf the group, finding their way into cloths and under armor. Each sting delivering a tiny bit of venom that will numb the area, eventually incapacitating the enemy. Meant for smaller creatures but can easily paralyze a large animal by swarming in numbers. Team Omega: Heavy gunner Joe Dray Troop number J-0524 holds his Z-6 as he walks between the medic and the troopers. The Imperial knight leading the pack at the front. Joe had gotten used to carrying the heavy Z-6 Rotation Blaster a long time ago, wielding it in many battles in his past and taking many enemy lives with it. He had modified it a bit just to give it some of his own personality. The trigger had been replaced with a hair trigger, it got those barrels moving a lot faster than the stock part. He had also hollowed out one of the plasma conductors just a bit to give it more power without taking away any of the accuracy. Yeah, Joe had really come to trust his “Z” but he wasn’t sure if it would get much use out here. With the wars over and Jedi back to acting only as peace keepers he found himself stationed out in the middle of nowhere on a planet that seemed pretty peaceful for the most part. Joe Had just arrived at the outpost the day before and he was already liking the breezy nature of this job, a man could retire easy like this. Joe taps the medic on the shoulder and says, ”Beautiful day isn’t it medic, M-0018 it was right? Well I’m Joe and it’s nice to meet you mate, I haven’t got a chance to really make any friends yet. What do you think of this place so far anyway? ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Ghost looks through the scope of her highly powerful and modified T-28 sniper rifle. The assassin had successfully retrieved the holocron item from the dusty moon, it had proven to be a bit more difficult then she had originally thought but found the treasure with relative ease hidden under water. Ghost blends in perfectly with the surrounding forest thanks to her reflecting camo sensors. The assassin adjusts her sights focusing in on a small dark entrance to an unassuming cave that could be easily passed by. The cave entrance is near the top of a tall hill covered in forest. The assassin hops down from the mushroom she had been hiding on and heads towards the cave on the hill. Ghost nears the entrance when she hears voices in the distance. ”Beautiful day isn’t it medic, M-0018 it was right? Well I’m Joe and it’s nice to meet you mate, I haven’t got a chance to really make any friends yet. What do you think of this place so far anyway? The assassin quickly vanishes into the shadows of the forest background, stealth being one of her strongest abilities. She sees a small group of Imperial soldiers being led by an Imperial knight approaching her location. ”They cannot know of the book, They must be on some sort of scouting mission. So the Federation used my information well I see. I did not expect them to send out this many so soon. The planet must be in some sort of strategic location for their army.” Ghost sinks further back into the shadows all but disappearing.	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,393	107	48	1,886	369	Location: A moon within the Mazi sector. The Sith apprentice lands her personal space craft on the dusty surface of the moon within the Mazi system. The oxygen levels on the moon are unusually high despite being too low to support any type of humanoid lifeforms, a proper life support suit will be necessary to supply oxygen while exploring. The fact that there is liquid water on the surface of the moon is a bit strange but may be that is the reason for the oxygen levels. Heck in another thousand years or two this place could have a full blown atmosphere, less with proper tera-forming. Izin steps out of her craft and gazes out over the horizon, the uninhabitable planet that the moon revolves around can be seen as a huge sphere in the sky. The dead gray dusty landscape feels stagnant until a strong gust of wind whips dust around in every direction. Izin makes her way towards the eerie foggy lake located in the distance. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Somewhere in deep space. Nearest sector: Arkanis sector / Geonosis system The modified Munificent-class star frigate named “The Shaman” glides through space its captain who is human and called Hatak stands at the command center issuing orders to his loyal crew. The pirate captain holds a personal holo-communicator in his hand, the image of a Trandoshan pirate appears and begins to talk with captain Hatak. ”We have set out for the Mazi system I will loop the ships set course through are communicators, you can then access the navigational charts and record the data. I warn you though, it is said that once you enter the Mazi system you must make your way through a deadly asteroid field. I have herd the crew talking about the unlimited amounts of “spice” and other illegal and legal exports that could make a man rich in this new system. I expect to see the deposit into my account soon, this was a risky job.” Captain Hatak gets a quick nod from one of his crew re assuring the navigational charts have been recorded before ending the communication. The Captain with a wide smile looks to his navigator and shouts, ”Plot a course to the Mazi system Mr. Lung” Captain Hatak sits back down at the command center as he thinks to himself, ”This time Siliscus, I WILL get what rightfully belongs to me!” ________________________________________________________ Location: Aboard Siliscus ship close to the Mazi system The traitorous Trandoshan crew member abord Siliscus ship drops the communicator he had just used and crushes it under his boot. He can’t risk being caught with it. Just then he feels the ship rumble. He catches his balance on the ships walls right as the intercom relays the message from the bridge. ”Battle stations, battle stations! The astroid field is too much, its ripping us apart!”	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,394	107	49	1,889	40	Yarrick howled as the wasps stung his flesh, there were too many to swat and he started to panic as his muscles began to respond slowly. The wasps buzzing had filled his head and he thought about firing his blaster pistol into his ear to shut them up. His eyes stuck on something, something that he thought might be his only chance. A pool of mud. Yarrick dropped his blaster and pistol, along with his com device and everything else strapped on him. Once he was free of unnecessary gear he began to roll in the mud like a man possessed. The stinging slowly stopped, but the buzzing remained. Cool mud seeped into the cracks that were once filled with wasps, and Yarrick just stopped and laid there. Yarrick knew the numbness that had stolen his elbows and knees from him would soon turn to pain, but while he was in the mud he didn't care. It felt like for once in his life his problems were over and he had earned a break. One of the wasps landed on the Captain's helmet. It stung his face mask, leaving a small puddle of toxin. Yarrick's gloved fist enveloped it, and crushed it, the wasp's bodily fluid dripped through his fingers. Already his joints began to scream, and he dropped his arm back to his side. Maybe I should just die here, Drazhar was right the jungle sure is beautiful... Yarrick thought, before his mind trailed off. He felt his eyelids get heavy, and his breathing slowed. The toxin moving through his body wouldn't kill him, or necessarily paralyze him, but Yarrick would sleep. A deep sleep filled with fever dreams and cold sweats. Fucking hell... i need to command my men... my com... The captain opened his mouth but no words would come out. His hand slowly raised and reached out, but it felt like someone had turned the planets gravity to x100. Yarrick's eyes rolled back in his skull, and he began to sleep. Drazhar had heard something, he knew he had. A quick swivel of the head proved him wrong though, they were alone in the forest. The small creatures had run off, and the birds had stopped chirping. Drazhar raised his massive, scarred hand indicating a stop. The forest was dead silent, which gave the knight proper reason to worry. They were being hunted, probably by a high-end predator. Eventually the birds began to chirp again, and the rodents and forest creatures returned to life as usual. Drazhar opened the com channel with Yarrick, only to be met with static. Static could only mean the captain was not close to his com device, and Drazhar cursed at the the thought that the man might be dead. The scout squad needed to keep moving though, and so Drazhar began walking, ordering the men to keep up.	Screen name; Purple Jackal Character name; Drazhar Vect Race; Dathomirian (Zabrak father, human mother) Class; Imperial Knight Physical Description; A tall, muscular, armor clad man. Standing nearly 6'8 and possessing an extremely muscular body, Drazhar is an incredibly intimidating knight. He has a deep Orange skin tone along with a row of horns forming a Mohawk, and horns above his eyebrows around the round of his head, giving him a semi-crown of horns. Personality; A prideful, but disciplined man. He serves the empire and answers to only his few commanders. Also very stubborn. Leads from the fronts, likes to get to know his men Equipment;Dual Light sabers "Stalwart"- White bladed Saber with a Chrome hilt. Wielded in His left hand. Primarily used for defending "Bloodthirster"- Red bladed saber with a black and chrome hilt, held in right handed, used mostly for attacking. Imperial armour; Worn with a hood, Drazhar is still mobile while wearing it, but he lends his defense to "stalwart" instead of his agility. Communication headset- to coordinate with troops Force powers- Saber Throw Saber fighting Force defense He uses the force to improve his Saber fighting but also to defend against other force attacks. Bio- Grew up with his Gray Jedi father who was a bounty hunter. Accompanied his father when he was old enough, eventually his father died and Drazhar was forced into service for the empire, but he enjoyed it. They told him where to go and who to kill and when he got back he got medals. He did whatever the job required and loved the sense of fellowship he got from his brothers in arms.
4,395	107	50	263	267	M-0018 M-0018 looked at the trooper. Idle chatter. Woefully Impractical. Regulations dictate silence as not to cover radio transmissions and miss vital information. "Maintain formation trooper, these forests are perilous and it would be inefficient to treat wounds caused by negligence." M-0018 marched on, he disliked the lack of order in this new Empire. Infractions like this made troopers careless. Carelessness cause mistakes. Mistakes cause deaths. Acceptable loses were standard, but unnecessary deaths inhibited the chances of success. The Imperial Knight delegated to watching the rear, his attention fixed on his surroundings. His demeanor and professionalism was evident on the patrol. All commendable attributes. The patrol had been uneventful, thankfully his services were not yet required. Perhaps the squad would return to the outpost at full operating strength. Crusty Battle stations? Battle stations. And here she was thinking this'd be another borrrrrrring flight. That said, she deflated a little when she found it was just asteroids. They just don't have that... Oomph (or screams) she wanted. She manned one of the ship's photon launchers, twin-linked she might add. Quite a beauty really, she built and installed the new harmonic pulse relays, its payloads were much betterererer-CLANG- oh yeah asteroids. The Captain must be having a blast trying to dodge these buggers. The crew behind her was screaming a bit, or a lot, whatever. There they were panicking, while she was sitting just here blasting space rock that was a bit too friendly with the ship. She opened comms on her headset, "HEY CAPTAIN! HOW BOUT THIS WEATHER HUH? YOU COULD SAY IT... ROCKS! GEDDIT! HAHAHAHAHA! -oh shit- DON'T WORRY JUST FELL OFF THE CHAIR A BIT"	Attempt at 2nd character Screen Name: Joe Mama Character Name: Crasta "Crusty" Race: Jawa Class: Pirate Canoneer Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution). Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades. Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.
4,396	107	51	2,486	164	Siliscus "I FUCKING HATE ASTEROID FIELDS" Siliscus yelled from the Captain's seat. The Copperhead was getting pounded to shit, and the fucking cannon wasn't firing. If they took too many, the ship would probably sustain a crack, and then they would all die. Siliscus did not like the thought of his guts being ripped from his asshole and being sucked out of his body and into space. That's what he was told would happen if there was a crack in the ship, and he'd never wanted to find out if that was true or not. "CRUSTY! WHY AREN'T THE ASTEROIDS BEING SHOT OUT" He shouted into the com to the small jawa boy. Suddenly the turret came online, and brilliant beams began to cut into the rocks. The feeling of the ride went from a prison asspounding to a gentle lovemaking session. Siliscus sat back in his chair, he hadn't even realized he'd moved forward in it. The good captain stood up and walked out of the cockpit, striding towards his room. As soon as he got there he pulled out a bottle of Rum and poured himself a drink. While walking back to the cockpit with his glass, he noticed Diratk walking hurriedly somewhere. The Trandoshian was to be in the turret with Crusty, however he was only now moving towards the Turret access door. "Diratk, I thought I called battle stations." Siliscus said walking towards the man. He finished his drink and put the glass on the ground next to his door, "Don't ignore me, when I give an order you fucking follow it. Now turn around and explain yourself before I really lose my temper" Rad'qet The Sith had made it to the moon, and Rad'qet watched as his apprentice walked on the soft ground of the moon. Dust was kicked up whenever she walked, and as she neared the water Rad'qet moved towards his meditation room. It would take every ounce of focus and concentration to make this go off flawlessly. Rad'qet knew the twi'lek girl was well attached to the force, but she was nowhere near powerful enough to do this on her own. Swimming wouldn't have been a problem for Rad'qet, nor would keeping his focus enough to protect his body, but it would be a good way to show the girl the powers of the force. A good training exercise too. The cold enveloped Rad'qet as he removed his outer robe and entered his meditation position. The power of the force soon shot through Rad'qet, and his mind once again focused. In his mind's eye he could see the landscape, and his apprentice walking towards the water.	Screen Name: TheWildHost Character Name:George Culliford aka Duke Siliscus "The Serpent" Race: Human Class:Pirate Captain Pic: Coming Soontm Physical Description:A Tall man of 29 years, with multiple cybernetic implants and numerous scars. He has dark brown short hair and tan skin, with one green eye and one cybernetic eye. Due to the cybernetics it looks like he has a permanent scowl etched on the right side of his face. Personality: Prone to fits of rage, but he is a very quick thinking man and often plans ahead. His planning and quick thinking are the only reason he has outlived almost all of his similarly "successful" and infamous competition. Despite all of this he has a very...lively sense of humor. He is very aggressive in his decision making. Equipment: Blaster Pistols: Siliscus carries a pair of standard blaster pistols on him, he doesn't dual wield them though as he normally uses a sword in his right hand. The blasters are both richly adorned with silver inlay and various other small trinkets. Ryyk Blade: The weapon Siliscus is often using, a sickly curved wookie blade he stole off of some merchant many years ago. He coats both this and his vibroblade in a concoction of venoms which he has simply dubbed "Sting". The handle is wrapped in some sort of exotic snake skin. Cortosis-woven Vibro Sword: Siliscus often uses a one handed vibro-longsword, but only when he feels the need. He wears it at his belt but is more often using blasters or his normal blade. Medium Combat armor: Siliscus wears a suit of medium ceramic armor that covers his body. It is dyed a deep green and has black and deeper green diamonds patterns adorning it, giving him a snake like look. Right arm is robotic prosthetic, as is his jaw, right eye, and right side of his face. The Jaw implant includes the ability to spit venom, although it is projected from tubes on the exterior of his jaw instead of actually "spit". Background history: George was born on a large trading hub planet and was only ever really given a few choices in life. Either become a dock worker, soldier, or trader. Well George decided that becoming a trader would be the best course of action, but wasn't very successful moving mundane shipments of jack shit around. Eventually the down on his luck young trader was given a job, move a few crates of stuff from point a to point b, and to make sure he wasnt caught with em. He very quickly learned that trading guns, drugs, and toxins was a million times more lucrative than trading food rations and clothing. It wasn't long before he had a run in with the law, which ended in him killing the four inspectors whom had taken interest in his ship.After that he knew he'd moved from being a smuggler to being an actual pirate. By the age of 19 George had a small band of pirates working with him. George changed his name to Duke Siliscus after he realized no pirate worth their salt went by their real name. At the age of 23 Siliscus came across a small ship, which he ordered his ship to fire upon. It wasn't until the small ship boarded Siliscus' ship that he realized it contained a pair of Sith. The Apprentice was a hot headed young alien, his master a similarly hot headed human. The apprentice took down a few men before being killed by mass blaster fire, but the master tore the crew apart. He moved towards Siliscus like a dreadful spirit, dodging or blocking every blaster round fired at him. With one slice the Sith Master cleaved Siliscus' pistol apart, and then followed through by slicing into the longsword Siliscus was weilding. The Sith knocked Siliscus to the flow and moved in to finish his prey. Siliscus raised his right arm in an attempt to beg for mercy but the Sith sadistically hacked it off at the shoulder. "You scream too much" The man said before slicing at Siliscus' face. As the man stood over Siliscus enjoying his pain he asked the moaning man, "What is it like? Knowing you're a moment away from death i mean." "I don't know, maybe i should ask you the same" Siliscus said, quickly drawing his spare sidearm and firing upwards into the Corrupted Human's hand. The shot was clean, and melted the man's hand and broke his saber. Before the Sith had a chance to do anything Siliscus quickly fired a follow up shot, the bolt entering through the bottom of the smiling Sith's jaw, and exiting through the top of his head. Siliscus' crew quickly had him cared for, and as soon as he regained consciousness he requested the implants. Ever since the battle Siliscus has had a deep burning hatred for the Sith, and even acquired a Cortosis-weave vibro sword to prevent such a close fight with a force user from ever happening again. He also has the Sith's broken saber hanging in his trophy room.
4,397	107	52	1,585	1,028	Jade screamed in pain as she was swarmed with the insects which stung her exposed skin which was most of her body. She instantly regretted her choices to wear short pants underneath her light tunic leaving most of her arms and legs exposed to the insects. She summoned enough strength to jump high into the air away from the swarm that was attacking the group and landed on a large branch overhead as she ripped her cloak off and swatted at the remaining insects that clung to her body. She felt her muscles tightening up forcing her onto her butt as every part of her body screamed in pain refusing to move anymore. "I think I might just rest her for a little bit while the pain stops." She muttered to herself before laying down on the branch as her eyesight faded into darkness.	Character sheet Screen Name: MonkeyBusiness Character Name: Kal Jaf'lo Race: Mandalorian Class: Bounty Hunter, currently attached to Pirates Physical Description: 6'1/210lbs Underneath the helmet Kal has short black hair, no facial hair, grey eyes and a large scar running from his left ear down his chin line. Personality: Kal is a ruthless person whose only loyalty is to who ever is paying him the money at the moment. He does not like to get attached to anyone as he feels it is a weakness to show emotions while on the job and that could lead to him losing a paycheck. Equipment: Kal is a walking arsenal of weapons dispersed across his entire body. EE-3 Carbine Rifle Arm-mounted Flamethrower on right arm Modified Z-6 jetpack with increased fuel for 3 minutes of continuous use and fitted with an anti-personnel shrapnel rocket, there is also a grappling hook launcher slotted next to the rocket which can be cycled between A purple lightsaber taken from a dead Jedi K-11 Blaster Pistols Electrified bolas for capturing a target Retractable wrist blade in left gauntlet Poison Dart launchers hidden in his armor at his elbows and knees Background history: Kal grew up on Mandalore into a military family where he was raised with a prejudice against Jedi which would lead to his eventual joining the Bounty Hunter Chapter, Crimson Nova. During the time of the Bounty Hunter Wars, he took part in the mission for the money but just barely escaped with his life when he had a run in with a particularly violent Transdoshan who wanted to see what Mandalorian steel tasted like . After his near death experience he decided to take some personal time away from the Bounty Hunter game and just hired himself out as a mercenary for a few years where he finally ended up with this Pirate crew on the outer rim.
4,398	107	53	1,886	369	Location: Mazitec, 9,000 years before the outpost was built. ”Hey-ya, hey hey hey ya. Hey-YAHH hey hey-ya ya hey-ya hey hey” The shaman who is decorated with feathers, paint, wooden piercings, and tattoos and wearing a loin cloth made from rope and animal leather dances around the fire and sings ”Hey-ya hey” Drummers wielding big padded mallets create entrancing tribal beats on their huge animal skin drums. The people of the city crowed around to view the excitement. The towering pyramid that is the center point of the city as well as the location of the ceremony is decorated with red flowing cloths that have been set like a carpet along the steps that lead to the top. At the apex of the monumental golden painted structure is the sacrificial shrine where “lucky” people will be able to give their blood, and life for the gods. The ritual that is meant to connect the user with the spirit world must be performed exactly right and takes much concentration. The aged shaman holds his staff high up into the air, the white horned animal skull at the top of the staff starts to glow from the eye sockets. The red glow intensifies as the shaman points the staff towards the pyramid, a beam of red light shoots at the apex of the structure striking the throne and the king. King Tek’tel ti’con looks down over his people from the top of the great pyramid that his forefathers had built. The power flowing through him feels like nothing he had ever felt, like a tornado spinning within him. King Tek’tel ti’con holds up a black leather covered book inlayed with the golden symbol of the Maztecian people, a coiled serpent with an open maw bearing venomous fangs jeweled with turquoise, ruby, emerald and pearl. The magnificent book holding all the dark rituals and knowledge of the Maztecian tribal sith kings. Each king listing there signature “Spell” that was undoubtedly raw Sith magic stemmed straight from the dark side. Tek’tel ti’con takes a triangular relic from his beaded and feathered side pouch, touching the holo-cron artifact to the center of the book. The snakes ruby eyes on the front cover start to glow as the book is unlocked. The holo-cron is placed back in his side pouch and the book is laid out before him only being opened once every lifetime. King Tek’tel ti’con adds his “spell” to the book of his ancestors with a quill pen made from an extinct dino-bird feather. The book is closed and re sealed ready to be put away for another one hundred years. The king slowly walks down the red steps until he reaches the bottom. A narrow entrance leads into a cave like room with smooth walls decorated with bright paintings depicting ancient stories. In the center along the back wall is a stone shrine, A gold and silver plated chest sits on the shrine the box meant to hold the book and keep it safe.	Name: Tů'čha chk'jî Race: Yuuzhan Vong Gender: Female Class: Shaper Equipment: Amphistaff. Personality: Tu'cha was raised as a yuuzhan vong. She hates technology although living in a pice of it, she has modified her area to be completely organic. She rarely leaves her sanctuary and when she dose wears special bio armor to shield her skin from the ship's evil technology. The Yuuzhan vong grows Amphistaffs and teaches certain "worthy" members how to use them. The trick being to meet the baby amphistaff at birth. She thinks of herself as more tolerant of tech then most vong. Being that they are a bit rare within the galaxy she has granted herself free from sin. She knows deep down that she will most likely never find a true home. Background: Tu'cha was born on the planet Corasant when it was under Yuuzhan Vong control. The Vong transformed the planet into a new version of their home world. Teraforming the planet into somthing unrecognizable. She was quickly taken abord a vong ship and started her training as a shaper. Once the vong lost control of the galaxy Tu'cha was taken to a planet that was still under vong influence and spent years there studying and growing. She learns how to control amphistaffs and much more before he people where found and slaughtered. She managed to hide and spent a year alone on the planet. Siliscus and his crew stopped on the planet to harvest some spice and discovers Tu'Cha. As much as her race loathes all technology as it is against her religion to even touch it. She agrees to join the crew if she is aloud to grow her room and add bio tech to the ship.
4,399	107	54	688	1,200	Cade had been the closest to the nest and when the wasps attacked had had the most warning. He immediately ignited his saber and spun it around him in a soresu style guard killing many insects as well as his armor and helmet stopping quite a few, but still taking a variety of stings. Finally Cade barreled through the wasps and out of their immediate range just in time to see his padawaan pass out on a tree branch. Cade knowing that he couldn't leave her there used toe force to allow him to scale the tree and grab her before falling back down. He sprinted as far as his legs could take him with the adrenaline in his system. Laying down he could feel the wasps stings and began to pull their stingers out. Once he had removed what he thought was the majority he used Force Body to rid himself of the toxin. This took much of his strength due to the amount, but it would keep him from dying. After that he picked Jade's unconscious form up and finding a cave took her into it. He leaned her against a wall before turning to sit in the middle of the dirt cave. He reached out with the force attempting to sense any life nearby, and allowing the force to flow through him to rejuvenate his strength some. The stings were a constant annoyance, even without the venom they still hurt.	Screen Name: drallinix Character Name: Cade Mal'Darn Race: human Class: Jedi Knight Physical Description: He is tall and athletic standing at 6'2 and 180lbs. He walks with confidence in his step and purpose in his eyes. He has medium length brown hair and green eyes with scars around the left eye. His skin is tan and he has scars on his arms and chest from duels. Personality: Generally he acts as a Jedi should very dignified. however Cade also has a wild streak that the jedi council looks down upon. He can be arrogant and loves combat, he feels and often uses his passion as a sith would. He also prefers darker and more practical clothing than most Jedi wear. At times he can be overconfident, but overall he is an excellent strategist and duelist. Equipment: Cade's custom Durasteel armor: This custom durasteel armor has two plasma blade generators coupled into the wrist guards. These act as an emitter would for a lightsaber and let him generate two blue saber blades from his gauntlets when he feels need to. On top of this the armor provides great defense and while not able to stop a direct blow from a saber it does well to deflect grazes. Cade's custom saber: This silver saber has etchings along the entire surface of it. On the emitter numerous vents allow light to shine through, and the crystal chamber of the weapon has a plate of clear metal covering it allowing its light to be seen. The crystal and blade it generates are both a deep blue. The blade seems to pulse with energy if you stare at it and constantly has small sparks that surround it. Force powers: Force grip- He reaches out through the force and grabs an object allowing him to telekinetically move and hold it. He can lift pull and throw things with this ability as well, but is constrained in the heavier the object the more he must concentrate to do so. Force body- Blending natural physique and force powers with this Cade makes himself stronger, faster, and more durable. He far exceeds any normal man with these augmentations allowing him to achieve astounding feats of martial prowess such as leaping and striking with much more force. Force manipulation- his control of the force has ben honed due to hours meditating since he was a child and extreme focus. He can tap in and feel the very flow of the force and bend it to his will. Special- Spear of midnight black(force manipulation)- He uses his control of the force to form an invisible spear of it that is hurled at the enemy usualy used in conjunction with force body for devastating effect. This can throw targets off their feet go through durasteel armor, and even pin things to other objects. While it is primarily considered a darker power he discovered its usage when he gave in to his passions during the mandolorian conflict and adapted it for his own combat purposes. Background history: Cade was born into the Jedi order. Both of his parents where jedi his mother attaining the rank of master before her death and his father that of knight. He was brought up under both of their tutelages, and was raised to be a jedi rather than as their son. Every day he underwent physical stress and training, then meditated for long hours of time. His mother taught him the ways of the force, and he was exceptionally strong with force grip and force body. Whilst his father taught him lightsaber combat. He quickly became a well versed duelist and his main styles were sresu,djem so, and makashi. He began to go on missions by himself when he achieved the rank of knight at eighteen. He helped numerous excursions and fought many opponents from mandolorians to smugglers. He would come to love the thrill of combat almost to much and attempt to master it. Eventually his mother and father passed away, both killed by a mandolorian clan. Cade feeling anger set out to find them unbeknownst to the rest of the order. When he found the Mandolorians he fought well, but was eventually brought down by their numbers. They took him captive and were going to execute him. Before the sentence was carried out Cade challenged the leader to single combat, which being a mandolorian he accepted. So the two locked blades Cade's saber that he built with the help of his mother flashing as it clashed with the mando's beskar sword. The battle was long both seeming equally talented duelist, but finally as the day grew long Cade made a move. He lunged forward and the Mando batted his saber away attempting to finish him with a riposte meant to decapitate. Cade ducked instinctually and narrowly avoided the beskar blade and as he did spun and twisted his grip the blade of his saber emerging from the man's chest as Cade's hilt met his back. The mandolorians kept their honor and Cade was allowed to leave. Upon returning to the Jedi temple he was reprimanded for his actions. However the grandmaster decided to have Cade sent to the outpost rather than have him banished. Cade showed exceptional talent that the man wished to bring forth. So now we find Cade on this outpost surrounded by the imperials.

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