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43,802	1,202	29	377	26,013	Kalinda was more than shocked when Victorica hugged her, and seemed to freeze for a moment at the contact, especially of a stranger, but also because it really made her feel like a child as the taller girl hugged her. But the girl seemed to just be acting nice. Kalinda didn't know what to do about that. "You're making me feel like a child" Kalinda muttered, trying to figure out a way of getting out of the hug without hurting the girls feelings. She didn't know how much she could take of it, as it reminded her of cold nights, bundled up together for warmth with Amy. She sighed softly, and managed to wriggle away as Ju-Long approached, offering her his hand. "oh. Well. Uh. I didn't think that. I shouldn't have reacted like a did." She replied, accepting the offered hand. She found his comment oddly ...well odd. She blinked, and wondered if she should view his soul, but decided that might be an intrusion. She stepped back, glancing away, "um. So, does anyone need a Miester? Cause I need a weapon" As she spoke, Kalinda's thoughts roared in her head. NO, what are you doing? Seriously, just sprouted that out? What was she thinking? She couldn't believe she had just done that, and she bit her lip, looking away from them all.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,803	1,202	30	1,966	2,617	Katsuo Masahige A bit distracted by his surroundings, more so what was directly beside him, Katsuo had to pull his sideways stare from the wacky scene. "Yea, for reasons I'd rather not get in to," he explained a bit dully. "I'm a Meister. Wielder of many weapons and the best at what I do if you don't mind me saying." He had heard somewhere that confidence was looked on with favor by most cultures. Then something she said struck him wrong. What was that about being both? was that even possible? "Wa- Wait! you can be both!?" he asked, posture degenerating to pure excitement. His voice echoing off the walls of the classroom.	Name: Katsuo Masahige Age: 17 Gender: M Home: Osaka, Japan Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait". Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks. Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands. Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type Optional Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult. Personality Courageous + Driven + Versatile + Stubborn - Selfish - Short Tempered - Likes Weapons Freedom Strawberry Ice Cream Autumn Ronin Dislikes Injustice Witches Strawberry Yogurt Summer Guns Other Facts Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons. Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn. He sees his life as a prison sentence. Beethoven calms him to a comical degree.
43,804	1,202	31	452	3,241	<Aah, alright. I won't pry.> The young lady listened as he boasted just a little bit, an eyebrow quirking. Was talk held highly in this foreign land? It made him sound puffed-up, to her ears. Especially with his lack of enthusiasm. She was studying him when she noticed his demeanor changing. He got very excited about what she said, causing her to shrink back just a bit. "I, uh. Is it that special? I've heard there was a pair of guns that could wield each other." Well, at least he was energetic now.	Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name) Age: 16 Gender: Male Home: China Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio) Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio) Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu. A good dancer, and can also play the piano. Weapon Form: (His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown) Optionals Personality: Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family. Bio: Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings. Likes: Piano Sword-dances Sports Anime Dislikes: People who do not show respect or love to their family Silence Bitter Melon Other Facts: He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his. Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings. Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets) He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time. Soul Description: Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance)
43,805	1,202	32	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique felt the girl struggling in her arms and whenever she bumped against one of her arms she would let go a little bit. It still felt nice to have such a warm, small and rather cute girl in her arms like this. She put on a small smile and closed her eyes for a while letting her head lean against the top of hers to enjoy the warmth just a little bit more. The girl herself thought the same way it appeared but she didn't find much hint in the hug being annoying so she continued some more to make her feel better although the height difference definitely made it a little embarrassing, it kind of looked like they were siblings or anything along those lines. Kalinda got out of her grip by ducking down just a tad and continued talking to the pervert they both had just met while Victorique took a backstep and sat down close next to Dimitri again. The big guy wasn't wrong to be with either. She felt her side lightly pressing against his. It wasn't as warm as that of kalinda but it felt relaxing enough and the attitude of the boy seemed much more approachable than the little redhead. She quietly stared at the two others talking while slowly feeling her eyes drop again. It wasn't wrong for her to fall asleep again was it? Well she didn't mind herself anyway so she didn't try to stop the temptation. Her eyelids dropped as she fell asleep. She kept sitting in the same posture before slowly falling over towards Dimitri his side. The distance between her and Dimitri wasn't all to grande so she barely felt it when her head dropped onto his shoulder. Her hair fell along side her head covering some parts of her face while she started panting lightly again during her sleep.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,806	1,202	33	1,966	2,617	Ju-Long With Kalinda accepting his hand Ju-Long started to relax. Well at least things seem better now. Phew. Pay more attention to your surroundings! You are gonna become the enemy of women if you do that again! Ju-Long watched on as he saw Kalinda escape Victorique's grasp. From the way they looked, it was almost like they were sisters. Victorique then moved along to Dimitri. Seems like she is someone who gets along with all sorts of people. Kalinda then mentioned the need of a weapon. "un. So does anyone need a Meister? Cause I need a weapon" "Well from what I know, in our little group of 4 here, we have two Meisters , yourself and Dimitri, and one Weapon, myself. Well Victorique, are you a weapon or a meister?" Ju-Long turned to ask Victorique, but she was now asleep on Dimitri. "Well, I don't mind partnering up, but only if you feel like it. Of course if you feel wary, I understand your concerns. Anyway, were you previously an EAT student or a NOT student? Or possibly a new student?" he asked Kalinda before turning to Dimitri. " How about you Dimitri? EAT or NOT or new student?" Ju-Long didn't ask Victorique because she was asleep.	Name: Katsuo Masahige Age: 17 Gender: M Home: Osaka, Japan Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait". Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks. Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands. Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type Optional Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult. Personality Courageous + Driven + Versatile + Stubborn - Selfish - Short Tempered - Likes Weapons Freedom Strawberry Ice Cream Autumn Ronin Dislikes Injustice Witches Strawberry Yogurt Summer Guns Other Facts Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons. Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn. He sees his life as a prison sentence. Beethoven calms him to a comical degree.
43,807	1,202	34	1,589	1,925	Dimitri, content to quietly peer up from his hands and watch the others interact, stifled a small chuckle as he watched them. Everyone's behaving so fluidly, like they aren't trying to figure out in advance every little thing they have to do to appear normal. I wonder if this is what hanging out is like. He mused just before feeling Victorique press up against him again And this there's this.. Dimitri once more tensed up, however this time after watching Victorique interact with Kalinda, he'd sort of come to expect that personal space might be a bit foreign to her. He took a few moments to will his body to relax, to get accustomed to being in physical contact with someone his age without said physical contact being either him punching them or them punching him. After a while Dimitri showed almost no response to the girl's proximity save for a slight shift to allow himself a bit more comfort. The sudden feeling over her hair brushing his shoulder and arm caused Dimitri's jaw to tense in alarm, however a quick glance in her direction convinced him to calm down once more. Does....does she have narcolepsy? She sleep pretty easily around strangers.. The young man found himself pulled from his thoughts yet again as Ju-Long sent a question his way, catching Dimitri a bit off guard, though to his own surprise he was able to recover quickly, "Me? I'm actually fairly new. I mean, I was supposed to be placed in EAT, but they ended up putting me here for...well, I guess what I can do.". Despite his somewhat stoic outward appearance, Dimitri beamed internally at the fact that he'd actually managed to speak to someone without stuttering. He'd even managed to actually look at Ju-Long rather than his hands this time. Deciding to reward himself for actually acting normally for a change, Dimitri began to rifle through his pockets, being careful to not disturb Victorique as he pulled a lime flavored lollipop from his pocket. After unwrapping the candy and putting it in his mouth, Dimitri smiled just a bit as the lime flavor hit him, completely oblivious to how goofy it might have looked for someone like him to be pleased over something as simple as a piece of candy.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,808	1,202	35	377	26,013	As Victorique fell asleep again, Kalinda sat down beside her once more, and seemed to think a moment, before poking her once more in the side, but gently this time, not particularly caring about the fact that she had fallen asleep again. Kalinda just wanted to poke her. As Dimitri retrieved a lollipop, Kalinda blinked at the candy. She didn't find Dimitri's behaviour over the candy as odd, but rather wished she had some candy herself. She sighed softly, almost wistfully. Candy was something rare for her. She shifted, looking to Ju-Long when he spoke up, shrugging. She wasn't particularly concerned about partnering up, so she said "I tend to be able to partner up with a lot of weapons. I haven't really find a weapon I can't work with." Which only made it harder to find a weapon to stick with. Often, she found that it took a lot more then just being able to align your soul with a weapon to maintain an effective partnership. closeness was something she didn't particularly relish. After all, everyone she cared about just...went away. "Well, I joined the academy to fight, so I was an EAT student. But apparently I did well enough to be here" She said, with a shrug, leaning back in her chair.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,809	1,202	36	452	3,241	Regan Hiryuu She watched the boy go through several cycles of emotion before he focused on the question at hand. "Yeah, a partner. Maybe even two, if you felt like you could. Some meisters do that, though it might be tricky. I need to find a meister to pair up with, myself. <Would you like to be my partner, Katsuo-san? I'll let my weapon form surprise you.>" She giggles softly and gives him a playful wink. If she's going to be working with him, she should be personable. She looked at the others surrounding them. The one girl had gone back to sleep, while the others continued to converse. It looked like the other girl wanted to continue bothering the sleeping one. She could hear their souls, slowly beginning to weave their songs together. It was harder to hear in this room, and she could only guess that would become harder as they spent more time here, and the air became more saturated in Kyokun water.	Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name) Age: 16 Gender: Male Home: China Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio) Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio) Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu. A good dancer, and can also play the piano. Weapon Form: (His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown) Optionals Personality: Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family. Bio: Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings. Likes: Piano Sword-dances Sports Anime Dislikes: People who do not show respect or love to their family Silence Bitter Melon Other Facts: He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his. Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings. Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets) He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time. Soul Description: Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance)
43,810	1,202	37	1,379	5,169	Victorique The soft poke in her side from the redhead made her twitch at first before opening one eye to see who it was. She coldly glared at Kalinda for a minute without realising it but she still gave off a somewhat scarier aura then ussual. She closed her eye again twisting her body a little so that her face would move onto Dimitri his shoulder a little more for comfort. She only muttered a little at Kalinda before trying to get to sleep again "Wh-hhat?" After having been woken up like that again she non presently listened to the conversations going on around the classroom. The sound of something hard clench lightly against what assumable teeth where knowing by the distance and the mouth sounds, could be heared from close by. She noted that Dimitri had start eating some candy which made herself also rather hungry. But it was to much of a bother to ask if he had anymore candy. Despites she would have to try and get up again without passing out. The kyokun water really took it's toll on her. Her soul wasn't so strong either what was only for the worst. She tried shifting her head again to get an even comfortable spot and took a small spot on Dimitris shoulder that was a little closer to heaven for now.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,811	1,202	38	1,589	1,925	Dimitri moved the candy a bit in his mouth as he decided to test the waters a bit while he still seemed capable of speaking properly, "I'm looking for a partner myself. I was sort of hoping for a blunt weapon type, however i'd be ok with anything that isn't too complicated.". He could feel Victorique nestling against his arm more however this time he barely reacted, only giving an errant twitch in the corner of his mouth as he briefly glanced down at her, then back up at the others. The meister began to crunch the candy in his teeth as he examined the students that weren't in his immediate vicinity. The first attempt to turn his head was less than graceful, the lightness of his body caused him to all but snap his head in one direction, causing a fair bit of discomfort in his neck. Dimitri grimaced as he was painfully reminded of the kyukon water's effects and tried again a bit more carefully. As he slowly scanned the room, he took note of the fact that the two newest arrivals were conversing, and one ha begun to look around the room much like Dimitri was. Dimitri looked away and began to crane his neck to see if there was anyone towards the rear of the room that he'd missed. There was indeed one; a young woman, however by the look on her face Dimitri could tell that she wasn't exactly in the best of moods at the moment. He turned back around and looked dead ahead at the clock.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,812	1,202	39	377	26,013	Kalinda shrugged at Victorique's almost childish "Wh-hat?" she guessed that Victorique was struggling with the Kyukon's waters effect. While Kalinda didn't like it, she just figured it was part of this, but was suddenly worried that the older girl wouldn't be strong enough to continue with this class, especially if they continued to up the strength of it. "Nothing. Stay awake. You're not going to be able to get stronger with the water's effect if you just succumb to sleep" She said, poking her again gently. "it's not that bad, come on. Just talk. What type of weapon are you?" she asked in a lame attempt to keep her awake. Kalinda knew it would be easier tomorrow for Victorica if she could get trough today. Resistance build up and all. As Dimitri crunched on his Candy, Kalinda sighed. She supposed she could just bake some cupcakes or something to satisfy her sweet tooth. Perhaps that was better than candy. But Candy was...yum. She looked back to Victorica.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,813	1,202	40	1,379	5,169	Victorique She grumbled at the girl lifting her legs up the bench now an immediatly turning the whole front of her body towards the back leaning in a crouch like position. She grumbled again wanting to sleep really badly but gave in when she looked at the redhead her cute little face that was staring at her. She sat upright taking the burden of Dimitri his shoulders and blinked a few times with her still somewhat sleepy eyes. Her slender hands reached up towards her eyes to go rub them before looking at the redhead slightly open mouthed. She gave a slow nod at Kalinda "You might be right about that" She slowly said before averting her eyes to the cracking sound from the other side of her. That did remind her Dimitri was still sitting next to her. At first she stared intently at the candy but soon she tried to let Dimitri give her some candy by staring at his face for a few minutes wanting some candy really badly but that probably wasn't a reason for Dimitri to give her some. She would probably have to give him money in return for it which she clearly didn't have much off. But there was still a possibility that he would give her some anyway. She felt a small finger poke in her side again making her concentration go towards the redhead again. She angled her head not really knowing what she wanted from her. After hearing her out she pondered for a moment and started talking again "Oh, i'm a Odachi. Kind of like the japanese sword the Katana. How di..." well it didn't matter to her how she found out actually. She must have told the redhead that she was a weapon. Maybe she told the girl in her sleep? Those kind of things would happen to her from time to time. She started to stretch her body, first her arms up in the sky to stretch her back which felt very comfortable, while she was at it she also stretched her arms while giving a wide yawn. She first seemed very irritated by it but slowly regained to her old self. Her eyelids closed halfway as she stared in front of her. She was feeling a little wobbly and indeed she was slowly swinging from left to right feeling rather drowsy not being able to do anything about it.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,814	1,202	41	1,589	1,925	As Dimitri finished off his lollipop he couldn't help but feel as though his sweet tooth had not yet been satisfied. The man reached into his pocket to produce a second one when he felt a pair of eyes on him several times. He looked over to Kalinda and Victorique with a bit of a perplexed expression for a bit before it dawned on him. His mother had always said that most women tended to have a sweet tooth, and it appeared as though these two where no exception. Dimitri dug around in his pocket a bit more and produced four lollipops just as Victorique started to become woozy, "H-hey, you alright?" he asked as he hesitantly reached out to steady the weapon. Being that Dimitri was a large fellow with plenty of endurance to spare, the kyukon water did little to affect him besides making him a tad sluggish and forcing him to move more carefully, so he was at a bit of a loss in regards to what to do to help. In the end Dimitri ended up doing the only thing he really could at the moment and offered Victorique a piece of candy, "Maybe you haven't eaten enough and it's making the water harder to bear...I know it's not much, but here, maybe some sugar will help. You can have one too Kalinda- I mean, if you want...".	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,815	1,202	42	377	26,013	Kalinda was amused at Victorica's reaction, telling her what weapon she was, but then seemingly realising that she hadn't said she was a weapon. Kalinda smiled, and shrugged, "I could ay lucky guess. But, well, weapons hold themselves differently. It's faint, but...it's there. I can't really explain it. but I've been watching people since I could understand that people were different" She explained, leaning forward. She smiled at Dimitri as he offered them candy, and eagerly took one, putting it in her mouth, and just enjoyed it for a few moments, before continuing to speak, "thank you!" She smiled again, happy to have candy, and shifted closer to Victorica as the older girl swayed, giving her some support. " Odachi? that's a pretty cool weapon. Don't think I've ever used one, but still pretty cool" She said, now just chatting in an effort to keep Victorica awake. "Survive the lesson, and I will make cupcakes" She added, musingly, but was wondering if she actually had the supplies for cupcakes at home.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,816	1,202	43	1,966	2,617	Katsuo Masahige He stuffed his hand in his pocket and with the toe of his boot, tapped the ground repeatedly. A chuckle left him as he tilted his head and smiled at her comment, even though she was gazing at the others around them. "Sure," he said, turning to look at the others as well. The two of them seemed rather compatible, if not similar. " It seems like it'll be fun. Being your partner n' all." With that settled, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, tugging her along with him to the others. Though he kept the doctors words in the back of his mind, he also felt he had to be himself. If not, he'd just be doing his new partner a disservice. Once he approached them, he released his gentle hold and greeted them with a slight wave. "Yooo, I can't remember if I introduced myself or not but," He cleared his throat with three closed-mouth coughs before continuing. " I'm Katsuo Masahige. Honor to meet you guys."	Name: Katsuo Masahige Age: 17 Gender: M Home: Osaka, Japan Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait". Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks. Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands. Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type Optional Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult. Personality Courageous + Driven + Versatile + Stubborn - Selfish - Short Tempered - Likes Weapons Freedom Strawberry Ice Cream Autumn Ronin Dislikes Injustice Witches Strawberry Yogurt Summer Guns Other Facts Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons. Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn. He sees his life as a prison sentence. Beethoven calms him to a comical degree.
43,817	1,202	44	446	7,203	If you're going to pass out, leave the room. If you fall asleep under the effects of Kyukon, you might not wake up again, A soft voice said from behind the group. Somehow, Alisa had managed to cross the room and join them without anybody noticing. "The water will keep draining your wavelength until there's nothing left. Falling asleep here is a bit like falling asleep with hypothermia." Seemingly done with her explination, Alisa sat down in the nearest open seat and closed her eyes again, not sleeping, but meditating.	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,818	1,202	45	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique turned her head to Dimitri to nod that she was alright while still waving around on the spot a little. She still however looked like she was really trying to fight the sleep. The others didn't look like they had much problems with the water even the redhead that was smaller than her didn't seem to be sffected in any way. Her eyes slowly foccused on the lolipop being held in front of her. She first gazed at it before taking it and staring at Dimitri with a half happy sleepy look on her face. She slowly unwrapped the lolipop and putted it in her mouth. She kindly smiled at Dimitri while talking with the lolipop still in her mouth "Thank you very much" Her head turned around again as she felt the small redhead trying to support her. She first smiled at her before slowly leaning on her with a somewhat worried look on her face. She often pushed smaller people over when she didn't watch out. She didn't know if she was heavier or just clumsier then everybody else. Her cheeks redend a little hearing she was a pretty cool kind of weapon. She didn't know how to reply back to it and just stayed quiet for now. The redhead gave her a sweet deal. Just staying awake for the remaining time of the lesson would ive her free cupcakes from a cute girl. She happily nodded at the small girl now really trying to keep her eyes open. Some of the other students started joining in more. It looked like there already was a pair of weapon and meister. They sure were quick to decide what kind of partner they wanted. But she couldn't denie it that it won't work out. She was however flustered by the solo student behind them. It took her some time to realise what the girl was saying. She angled her head "Is it really that strong?" She was staring at the girl slightly open mouthed with almos the lolipop falling out of her mouth. She looked back in front of her muttering a little under her breathing "I can't fail this."	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,819	1,202	46	377	26,013	Ju-Long Ju-Long smiled watching the other three interact. "Oi! You offer the two girls candy but none to me, what's with that? Am I not your friend? Awww.... so mean!" Ju-Long joked to Dimitri, getting up and walking to stand by his side, lightly tapping his side playfully. "Or, is it you are trying to pick up the girls? Ey?" Ju-Long joked around, with a big playful smile. His probably not like you. I mean who thinks of a girl as a tsundere and then looks up their skirt? You damn pervert Pervert! I was joking with him for one, and stop branding me as a pervert! You are gonna make me cry here! It seemed the Victorique was an odachi, Hm... similar to you guys, in a sense. Another type of sword, but with a different purpose. he made a note. "So, when do you think the next lesson will start?" he asked. Others seemed to come over to the group. A pair had been made, the guy who came late introduced himself, Katsuo Masahige. A soft voice came up from behind, "If you fall asleep under the effects of Kyukon, you might not wake up again. The water will keep draining your wavelength until there's nothing left. Falling asleep here is a bit like falling asleep with hypothermia" Ju-Long turned around. Oi, did you guys notice her? Course I did. Nope! Let me know next time Min Why? You know why Yeah yeah "Although it's true, it is unlikely that this concentration will do that. But if you are having trouble with this concentration it will get harder when there's higher concentrations. It's not a linear progression, it is an exponential progression. So you should prepare yourself" Ju-Long added to the explanation for Victorique.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,820	1,202	47	1,379	5,169	Victorique The pervert from spoke up again towards Dimitri teasing him a little, he probably didn't have meant to only give the two girls some candy but anyone else who wanted to. Or he did do it for the girls which she herself didn't mind at all. She liked candy and she got it, so there was nothing to complain about there. The guy had something else to add on top of the girl her explanation to Victorique. It was weird to have these symptoms under this concentration of the water. This made her feel a little bad, or it was her being this weak or it was a different cause to the problem at hand. She looked down a little muttering to herself "It's gonna keep getting harder." They are gonna keep raising the water concentration to get them all stronger but if she isn't even able to maintain one day in this class. She didn't want to go back to her old class again. She quietly pondered only producing soft sucking sounds from the lollipop, she didn't pay much attention to the things happening around her leaving her off guard. She had to do her very best to stay in this class from today on. A sudden poke in her side again made her release a small gasp while she slowly turned her head towards the more happy less tsundere redhead. She wondered why she was so happy all of the sudden and why she was so happy to bribe her to continue working hard. Her eyes caught hold of the lollipop in her mouth. She smiled thinking about how she was just like every little child she knew. They get happy when they get the smallest of treats. She chuckled a little holding her hand for a mouth not trying to show it to the girl all to much.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,821	1,202	48	1,589	1,925	Dimitri nodded as both Kalinda and Victorique accepted his offering. He was about to offer Ju-Long one when Katsuo entered the picture by coming over and introducing himself. Dimitri tried not to show it, but he was starting to become a bit overwhelmed an nervous surrounded by so many people. The meister gave a small jump as the number of people near him was further increased thanks to Alisa. Ok. Ok, this is...no, this is good. I'm surrounded by people and i'm not acting weird. Just gotta keep doing that. Keep not acting socially inept until class ends.. Dimitri started to slip back into a more reserved state, however he did manage to offer a weak greeting to Katsuo. The nervousness was ramped up yet again as Ju-Long jokingly made a complaint about not being offered candy "S-sorry, I meant to offer you one as well, that's why I p-pulled out four.". Dimitri said before placing a lollipop onto his desk and sliding it in Ju-Long's direction. Maybe it was the kyukon water at work, or even just his own nerves, but Dimitri started to feel even lighter, as if at any second he'd float out of his seat. The sensation was foreign and while it may have been pleasant at first, it was beginning to make Dimitri uncomfortable. He began to press his fists against his desk -a nervous habit he'd developed sometime around middle school- and focused a bit of his soul wavelength's ability into his fists to feel a bit more stable. The desk made a creaking noise and bent a bit from the strain, which forced him to reel in his ability a bit to avoid cracking the desk. It took him a few tries to find the perfect amount of pressure to apply to the desk without straining it or making himself feel too light but once it was done he released a shaky breath of relief as he finally felt stability return to him.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,822	1,202	49	452	3,241	Regan Hiryuu "<I look forward to working together.>" Regan bows politely as Katsuo accepts her suggestion, though before she could do much else, he was leading her over to the other students, who were discussing amongst themselves. She let Katsuo introduce himself first, before following, "Regan Hiryuu. I'm sure a good year lies ahead of us." This was quite a rag-tag group of bandits, here, wasn't it? Seemed to be quite the interesting dynamic, certainly. She could hear it. But, looking at those others gathered in front of her and Katsuo, she had to wonder. "Have any of you decided on who you want to be your partner, yet?"	Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name) Age: 16 Gender: Male Home: China Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio) Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio) Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu. A good dancer, and can also play the piano. Weapon Form: (His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown) Optionals Personality: Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family. Bio: Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings. Likes: Piano Sword-dances Sports Anime Dislikes: People who do not show respect or love to their family Silence Bitter Melon Other Facts: He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his. Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings. Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets) He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time. Soul Description: Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance)
43,823	1,202	50	1,966	2,617	Katsuo Masahige " Of course they haven't, they aren't quite as fast as us. Its going to take them centuries, maybe even more just to see if their compatible. Me and you, we just click." praised the youth as he smiled widely at hte girl. For some reason, he felt a bit more. Just a little greater than what he was a few seconds before. He craned his neck from side to side, his hand easing the taunt muscles beneath the skin. Staying up late wasn't the smartest thing to do last night. By the time he ended up passing out, he was positioned in a weird angle, his neck leaning against his headboard. Dammit all, this really hurts, he complained to himself.	Name: Katsuo Masahige Age: 17 Gender: M Home: Osaka, Japan Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait". Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks. Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands. Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type Optional Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult. Personality Courageous + Driven + Versatile + Stubborn - Selfish - Short Tempered - Likes Weapons Freedom Strawberry Ice Cream Autumn Ronin Dislikes Injustice Witches Strawberry Yogurt Summer Guns Other Facts Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons. Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn. He sees his life as a prison sentence. Beethoven calms him to a comical degree.
43,824	1,202	51	377	26,013	Ju-Long "S-sorry, I meant to offer you one as well, that's why I p-pulled out four." Dimitri replied to Ju-Long's joke. With a lollipop sent to him, Ju-Long picked it up. "Oh, I was just joking .... but Thanks!" he smiled, unwrapping the lollipop and popping it into his mouth. It seems it was lime flavor, Ju-Long didn't exactly like lime but it wasn't bad. His siblings however .... Urg ... lime ... spit it out already! NO!!! Lime is yum! That's enough you two, I can't stop because it would be rude. Just deal with it Min. "So, Pervy, you seem pretty knowledgeable about the water. I never heard of it until today. Seems like an unusual way of keeping us under control. Are they scared of us?" With the suddenness of Kalinda calling him a pervert, he face-desked the table. Pervy! Pervy! Quiet you two! "Um.... Kalinda, do you mind not calling me that?" he asked, sighing. Recomposing himself, Ju-Long started to explain what he knew of the kyukon water. "Well, kyukon water is a magic liquid which drains people's soul wavelength. The source of the water is said to come from the legendary nine-tailed fox, but, it is unsure of how it comes about. Well, from what I've read at least. Anyway, meisters have been said to use this water to empower their soul wavelength. This method of training is usually done by meisters who can perform soul attacks. I've heard weapons in their weapon form are unaffected, but I am not sure how true this is. This method of training is dangerous, as if one's soul wavelength is completely drained, they will die. Usually, it is in a pot, and people start off by inserting the tip of one finger into the pot. As their soul wavelength strengthens, they eventually put their hand in, before starting to drink portions of it. When drinking, only taking very small sips. It is unusual for it to be made into a mist." Ju-Long spewed a lot of information about the kyukon water, before answering Kalinda's question about being afraid. "Although it has been used as a restraining element, it is actually quite ineffective as the soul learns to strengthen it's wavelength. It is difficult to use it for restraining over long periods of time. In all honesty, I don't think they are scared. They would apply magic seals if they were afraid. They just might want to strengthen us as soon as possible." Ju-Long finally finished how he interpreted the situation. Regan introduced herself, and asked if they had partners yet. "Nice to meet you Regan. Not sure if you heard us before, but anyway, my name is Ju-Long, the big guy here is Dimitri, the sleepy girl is Victorique, and the red head girl there is Kalinda. None of us have decided on a partner yet."	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,825	1,202	52	1,379	5,169	Victorique Over the loli pop noises she heard a slight cracking noise coming from right next to her. She turned her head towards the spot where the noise came from and soon found out it was Dimitri his desk that was making such a god awful noise. Her head angled slightly as to trying to ques what he was doing with his desk. He didn't look all to good himself either, was he having trouble with the water too? She tugged lightly on his sleeve trying to get his attention while both not trying to irritate him too much after that he was so mad at the redhead "You alright? You don't look well, are you having trouble with the air too?" After she was finished with Dimitri her head turned towards the redhead again after she had picked up quite a interesting topics. The boy was a real expert on Kyoun water. He must have been in the EAT class before this special unit was made. Then she noted the redhead also didn't look alright. Did she accidently release some of her saddening powder on those two next to her. Her face also slowly saddened not knowing on how to cheer the two up. Well she at least had one idea. She poked the cheek of the redhead twice in a timid way. She put on a gentle smile and began talking to the little kid "Don't be sad now."	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,826	1,202	53	1,589	1,925	Dimitri half listened to what to everyone speak, however he gave no input of his own. Under normal circumstances it would simply be due to his lack of social experience, however right now his was so absorbed in trying keep his soul wavelength at a certain level that he was simply unable to give a response. He briefly looked up when he heard Ju-Long say his name, however as the weapon was currently speaking to someone else, Dimitri returned to his task without missing a beat. It was tricky keeping his wavelength going at a constant rate due to the water, however Dimitri felt as though he was starting to get the hang of things. Or at least he did until Victorique tugged on his sleeve. Despite having made a small step in the right direction in regards to dealing with being touched, the sudden action when he'd been so preoccupied caused Dimitri to jolt, and as a result, lose focus on what he was doing. There was a muffled cracking noise under Dimitri's left hand, and a few splits in the wood spiderwebbed out from beneath his middle knuckle. The meister donned a mortified expression as he stopped and raised his hands to survey the damage. It seemed that either, the kyukon water was more effective than originally thought, desk was thicker than it looked, or the desk was made from very strong wood, as the inwardly dented epicenter of the crack was only about the size of a half dollar, though it did little to soothe his concern. Dimitri's forehead began to bead with sweat, 'Oh sweet death the teacher is going to be pissed when he sees the damage. Please for the love of everything sweet and proper let me have the money to replace the damage.'.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,827	1,202	54	377	26,013	Kalinda looked to Victorique as she poked her, and said not to be sad. She sighed softly, and glanced away again. "I'm not sad. I'm just...feeling lonely" she said simply, once more just thinking about when class was going to be over. She frowned over the fact that victorica seemed to be talking to her as if she were a child. Kalinda was sure that she couldn't be more then two years younger then the older girl, but supposed that her looks made her seem younger, so she didn't press the fact. it was going so well...why did I have to mess it all up? she thought to herself, looking down at the desk, but at the muffled crack, she flinched, and glanced about, half out of her chair, but relaxed as she saw it was just Dimitri. She blinked at the splintered desk, and frowned once more. Was something wrong with Dimitri? How much force with it take to do that? Was it just strength and nerves? She stood from her half crouch, and went over to the nervous Dimitri, seeing that he was very close to a break down. "hi" she said, leaning against the desk, she managed a small smile, "what's wrong?"	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,828	1,202	55	446	7,203	Without a word, Alisa placed her hand on the large boy's arm. She hummed a bit, a deep resonant sound that seemed to match the silent humming of Dimitri's soul, and closed her eyes. "You have a heavy soul." She said, pulling back. "Maybe you'd make a good partner, assuming anybody could want a weapon like me. You seem to have some difficulty controlling it though. Maybe..." She trailed off as a woman walked in the room and headed straight for the teacher's desk, dropping the file she was holding and immediately laying her head down. She seemed to be taking a nap. "Hey," Alisa said, prodding Victorique "Any relation?"	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,829	1,202	56	452	3,241	Regan Hiryuu Her partner seemed quite confident about how they would get along. To a certain point, she had to agree, but wasn't he being a little overconfident? Mmm, no matter. He's just more... American than she is. "Aah, your confidence is inspiring, Katsuo-san." Regan smiles sweetly at the young man, though the conversation nearby catches her ear. It reminded her that the whole point was to train. Right... She sighs softly and transforms her left hand into a hilt, bracing herself for the water's effect on her to become more apparent. She leans against the desk next to her, propping herself on her hilt, before she notices Katsuo's discomfort. "Are you feeling alright?" He seemed sore. That shouldn't be a side effect of the water, right? So, what was wrong? It didn't seem serious, so she wasn't worried, but still. She jumps slightly when Dimitri cracks his desk, but only gazes at him for a moment before looking back to her partner. Others were already talking to Dimitri.	Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name) Age: 16 Gender: Male Home: China Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio) Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio) Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu. A good dancer, and can also play the piano. Weapon Form: (His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown) Optionals Personality: Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family. Bio: Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings. Likes: Piano Sword-dances Sports Anime Dislikes: People who do not show respect or love to their family Silence Bitter Melon Other Facts: He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his. Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings. Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets) He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time. Soul Description: Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance)
43,830	1,202	57	1,379	5,169	Victorique It didn't even take 3 seconds before the cracking noice became worse. Her head shot back a bit of what was happening with Dimitri. Was he that angry right now. She letted go of his sleeve and silently stared at the spot on the table that had just been revealed by Dimitri taking his hand of the cracking spot. It wasn't all to huge of a deal but Dimitri still looked rather apologetic about dealing damage to school property. She placed her hands between her tights and looked away from Dimitri muttering a little while at it "Sorry, my fault." Out of nowhere she felt Kalinda move away from her but the Kyon water had lowered her reaction speed quiet a bit, making her fall over on the bench while she could just about let a gasp escape from het mouth. She had been relying on Kalinda just a little bit to much. A loud poking sound echoed through the class as she fell down. She got up again and rubbed the side of her head. The other girl that had lectured her about Kyon water had showed up again besides Dimitri his desk asking if he wanted to partner up with her. This made Victorique realise that she didn't have a partner either yet. She looked about the classroom but didn't see much people left for her to chose from. Her eyes caught hold of the red head making her silently stare at her for a while with her mouth slightly open. She was caught out of her air moment by the new woman entering the classroom. Her eyes follow the woman to her desk as she suddenly started sleeping. She happily smiled at her thinking on how it could have been her mom. The other girl commented about the woman to Victorique too. She hasn't seen the person before. She shook het head at the girl before continuing to stare at the red head.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,831	1,202	58	377	26,013	Kalinda sighed as someone else seemed to take over, and fuss over Dimitri. Her eyes went back to the sleeping person at the desk. She didn't look like a student, so perhaps she was a teacher? If that was the case, shouldn't she be awake? Couldn't the water harm her, if she was asleep. She looked to Victorique, having forgotten that she had been leaning on Ber. She blushed, and glanced away, but frowned as she saw the other girl watching her. Almost mindlessly. She squirmed, rising from her lean on the desk, ""what? Jeez, if you want to stare so much I'll give you a picture" why was she staring at her. Reaching over, Kalinda poked her, to see if she was actually conscious. She glanced to the teacher again, worried now. She hadn't made a move, and Kalinda really didn't want drama today. It was bad enough so far. She looked to Victorique once more. "I think she's out teacher. Should we wake her?"	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,832	1,202	59	1,589	1,925	Dimitri peered into the crack's center wordlessly as if the secret to life itself would be revealed by the tiny hole. The damage was pretty much insignificant, and any normal person would consider him either crazy or unapologetically stupid to get as worked up as he was about it. Truth be told, it wasn't just the crack in the desk, rather a combination of everything that was going on that was bugging him. The crack was simply the candle atop the cake, and his mind -in a subconscious attempt to avoid a mental breakdown from overstimulation- decided to fixate on that one single thing rather than everything at once. Several voices registered in the back of Dimitri's mind, some of which seemed directed at him. It was a combination of these, and the fact that he was being touched once more that snapped Dimitri out of his daze. The meister let out a breath he didn't realize that he'd been holding before each of the words directed to him pieced themselves together enough for him to answer each individual coherently. It was like his brain was on autopilot, searching for the first response that seemed appropriate and going with it: first came Kalinda who was expressing concern, "I'm fine, just a little bit jittery is all. This is all a bit new to me.", next was Alisa whom seemed to be interested in a partnership, "Sounds fine by me...i'm hardly the pick of the litter myself." he responded without fully thinking through the words, last came Victorique, who seemed to blame herself for what he'd done, "Not your fault. I'm just having a bit of a rough time adjusting to all of this.". It was a few seconds after the last response left his mouth when he realized that one out of the three statements was not like the others. Dimitri was at a loss as to whether he should punch himself in the head or pat himself on the back as he realized that he'd just agreed to potentially partner with someone. On the one hand: he might have just overcome a serious issue, on the other: he didn't know Alisa from the average Joe, nor did he know what sort of weapon she was or what she could do. Dimitri momentarily considered retracting his agreement, however something told him not to. Was it concern over how Alisa would react, fear of not finding a partner beyond her, or perhaps some form of intuition that kept him quiet? Those would be questions for later, right now all that mattered was that Dimitri had someone that was at least interested in being his weapon.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,833	1,202	60	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique was trown out of her trance by the redhead again. She made an irritated face as she was being poked but she still smiled at the blushing red head. It was pretty cute to see her blush like that. She stood up stil feeling a bit wonky but immediately wrapped her arms around the girl and started hugging her laying her head down against Kalinda her head while she kindly and warmly talked to her "Please do." She let go of the red head, she probably didn't even enjoy the hug and tried to squirm out of it anyway. Dimitri had begun talking to all of them and it seemed he was still trying to remain calm. It would have been trouble if he would suddenly burst out and hurt somebody. She gently smiled at him for hearing his words at her and immediatly replied "I know what you mean. Take some time." She looked at him once more feeling a little bit down on not becoming his potential partner. She had no clue who was still free as meister except for Kalinda. Of course Kalinda was one of the few she actually would like to try as partner. She stared at her for a little bit longer on the verge of talking, wanting to open her mouth and say it but was stopped by Kalinda's talking. Which made Victorique glance at the teacher once more. Was she getting paid to do this? Maybe Victorique should try to work for this school if it was true. She gave a nod at Kalinda and hopped down from the stairs just being able to safe herself from falling while still feeling this dizzy. She had an idea to wake her up. Victorique stood besides the desk and look at Kalinda to copy her idea of waking someone "Like this?" She began poking the cheek of the sleeping person a few times and closly looked at her full of curiosity if she would wake up.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,834	1,202	61	377	26,013	Ju-Long Watching the others once more, Ju-Long watched as the other teacher walked in and slept on the desk. Uh.... Asleep? Snapping back to the others, it seemed that Dimitri damaged the desk, others looked over him in concern. He seemed a little spaced out before replying to them all. "Rough time, eh... To having so many people around you? It's fine, just relax! Don't worry about too many things." Ju-Long said, patting Dimitri on the back. "Although, it seems that most of there aren't many meisters left here, if you pair up with um..." He turned to face the other person who joined the conversation, unsure of her name. "Sorry, didn't catch your name. My name is Ju-Long, what's yours?" he asked with his usual smile. "Well, at this rate, I may have to be alone. Sigh I mean, Kalinda and Victorique over there seem to be getting along just great, seems like they may pair up. I thought, that I'd end up Dimitri if that was the case, but looks like I'm left to go solo." Ju-long continued, turning to Kalinda and Victorique who were .... cuddling? next to each other. Is it really fine to go solo? Wouldn't it be better to just team up without having a meister? But brother is strong! He even has soul attacks! Something rare among weapons! We will see what happens, we might split up into teams, since they did say we are supposed to be something like the bakc line of defense, we might need to fight the worse of the worse Victorique went down to the teacher and started poking her. "Copying Kalinda there Victorique? Guess it is effective if you are imitating it." Ju-long looked towards them and called out. "Anyway ..." turning to Kalinda, "I hope my explanation was helpful Kalinda. Are you going to be pairing up with Victorique? You two seem to get along quite nicely. If not, are you looking for a specific kind of weapon to use? Or perhaps a type of soul? Like a grigori soul?" Ju-long was unsure if anyone else knew about grigori souls. They were rare souls found in 1 in 50 million.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,835	1,202	62	446	7,203	The teacher rolled her head away from the poking and waved her hand a bit. "Yes, yes, my name is Lillian and I'm your second teacher. Introductions are over now go mingle or have lunch or... something. If you have questions bother Kain with them..." After that increadibly lazy introduction, Lillian fell back asleep. Allisa shook her head and stood up. "Well, I suppose class is dismissed for now. I'm going back to my room." She moved towards the door, moving slowly and precisely.	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,836	1,202	63	1,379	5,169	Ju-Long The new teacher spoke up, telling them that her name was Lillian, before going back to sleep. "Well, I suppose class is dismissed for now. I'm going back to my room." The girl whom Ju-Long had asked their name, just got up and suddenly started making their way to the door .... "Uh.... ok ...." Ju-Long stared blankly at her for a moment before returning his gaze to the others, "Well... I kinda just got ignored." Kalinda replied to Ju-Long's question. "I don't know. If she wants to partner up with me, then I'll be happy to. I'm not really looked for any thing in particular. I can adapt to a weapons wavelength easily, so I'm not fussy" He noticed she was being careful for some reason."as for a grigor soul, if there's one around, then I see no reason not to pair up with them, if they want" "Well, I mean, you two seem to be getting along great, so I thought you might have paired up already. By the way, you seem to be a little ... cautious. Is there something wrong? Is it the face-desk before? That was me just being a little over the top. Although I would appreciate not being called Pervy, nicknames are the names other people give you. Usually for amusement. As long as it wasn't aggressive, I felt no harm done." He replied to her caution. "I don't have any preference either in the type of weapon. I can learn how to wield any weapon, if I have to, and haven't really trained in any one style. What type of weapon are you? what type of Miesters have you paired with before?" She followed up her answer with a question afterwards. "Hm.... I wonder how I should reply ...." Ju-Long replied, putting his hand on his chin and tilting his head up in thought. You two, get ready to transform. Might as well just show them, it would be easier. I'll just follow up somehow without needing to explain the real situation. Are you sure? Well I'm ready. Transformation time? Yay! "Well, the second question is definitely easier to answer. None. Never had a meister, I've been running solo in the first place, well with the occasional teaming up." he replied, turning back to her, and getting up from the seat. "I think instead of answering the first one, showing would be simpler. It will also explain the reason for my second answer." Just normally from the hands or? Let's go from the shoulders. Show off from shoulders! Ok, I get it. Ju-Long stood up right, and held his hands out. From the back of his shoulder blades, two white orbs flew out. Flying up and spinning into a blade form, they came down, spinning in their white light. Coming down to eye level, he caught the two blades, holding the hilt of the swords with the blades pointed down. He crossed his arms over, and flipped the swords upright and ended up posing. With his left hand in front and his right hand closer to his body, he was in a battle-stance. In his left was a white blade, and his right was a black blade. The three souls harmonized, into a state similar to a soul resonance, but not the same. A unique resonance to hide his siblings soul-wavelengths. Even if a meister wielded one or both of his siblings, they would feel connected to Ju-Long, and would be able to communicate to their weapon, Ju-Long like they normally could. This was because their bodies were in Ju-Long, and could easily allow themselves to act as intermediaries between his soul and the meister. It had happened a couple of times when teaming up, and he had to let someone 'utilize' his brother. "So what do you think?" he asked, holding the stance, and letting Kalinda, and anyone near by have a look. After a minute or two, he then threw them up, where they spun into white orbs and returned to his shoulder blades.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,837	1,202	64	377	26,013	Kalinda figured that she had gone too far with the pervy comment, but she gave a shrug, :it;s nothing, really. Just having an internal debate with myself" She said, wishing to avoid, for now, any comment on her abilities. Kalinda watched as Ju-Lung summoned two blades, wondering just how, but t here had been weapons before that had been their own miesters, sort of. Perhaps this was similar. Still, it was pretty cool being able to do that. Kalinda wondered how it would be to actually partner with a weapon like that, but her eyes slid to Victorique as she hurried out the classroom. "that's pretty neat. Would be interesting to partner up with, but I think Victorique needs me more. I'll ask more questions later about how you can do that and stuff, but I'm worried about Victorique" Kalinda said, trying not to be rude, but she did hurry off after Victorique. She sighed softly, seeing the girl asleep, and crouched down beside her. Kalinda knew she wasn't strong enough to carry Victorique some place else, and knew that food would do the girl a lot of good. She poked Victorique, hoping to wake her up enough to some place better. "Hey, Vicky, wake up. come on now, you can't sleep here" She said loud enough to try and wake her up, concerned now.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,838	1,202	65	1,589	1,925	Realizing that the teacher had given everyone permission to leave the classroom, Dimitri shot up from his seat -almost literally due to the kyukon water- with a look of pure relief. While he was both grateful for the concern of several of his peers and impressed and curious when it came to Ju-Long's weapon reveal, the boy was still feeling quite overwhelmed by everything he'd been subjected to up until this point and desperately needed to find a bit of space to de-stress. "I-it was a pleasure meeting you all, but I think i'll go ahead and head out before. It was uh....nice meeting you all." he squeaked before exiting the row of seats opposite the others. Dimitri was practically a blur as he made his way towards the exit, moving much quicker than what was to be expected of a person of his size and stature. Upon his exit the meister felt relief wash over him, as well as a marginal shift in his weight. The kyukon water's effects where still lingering, and would likely continue to linger for a while, but Dimitri still welcome the feeling of added weight regardless of how minuscule it was. Sensing an opportunity Dimitri decided that he'd try to find out of the DWMA had a library, figuring that not only would he find solitude, but he'd be able to possibly look up some locations via either a book or some maps. Locations such as fabric shops that could be used to buy either yarn or silk to make scarves for some of his classmates. Dimitri turned and stepped forward, only to be introduced chin first to the ground in a decidedly undignified manner, the cause of which being the fact that he tripped over Victorique. Dimitri slowly sat up and rubbed his chin, growling softly at the throbbing pain in his jaw. It wasn't particularly bad -no different than taking a good sock to the jaw in a boxing ring- but it definitely wasn't pleasant. It took the meister a few moments to realize that he'd tripped over something that felt remarkably like a body, but once he put two and two together Dimitri turned to face them in order to properly apologize. "Victorique!? I'm SO sorry! Like, really, really sorry! I didn't see you sitting there and....sorry!" He said frantically before he stood and offered his hand to help her up.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,839	1,202	66	1,379	5,169	Ju-Long "that's pretty neat. Would be interesting to partner up with, but I think Victorique needs me more. I'll ask more questions later about how you can do that and stuff, but I'm worried about Victorique" "Please don't ask questions about it. I'd rather not talk about it. Anyway, as I was suggested earlier, you two could pair up. Oh, how about the four of us take quests together? I think it would be pretty cool. Well, I'll see you later" Ju-Long replied, seeing Kalinda leave the classroom to talk to Victorique. Hm... What's wrong, brother? The pervert is wondering why he bothered with something like that. Normally he wouldn't show off, and he said he was fine going alone, but yet still showed off and tried to grab her interest. Oh! Is it? Could it be? Oh, be quiet. I don't know why I did it. Just felt like it. Maybe I wanted to just not have to do the quests with only you two, and wanted someone else there. If you say so. "I-it was a pleasure meeting you all, but I think i'll go ahead and head out before. It was uh....nice meeting you all." "Yeah nice to meet you too. Be careful alright? Don't stress too much!" Ju-Long called out to Dimitri, who seemed a bit panicky. "Well ... that's it I guess. Got nothing else to do, should start heading back." Walking down to leave, he saw Regan and Katsuo. "Looking forward to studying with you guys." Ju-Long said to them, starting to leave the classroom. He then heard a sudden crashing sound. "What the!?" he called out without thinking, rushing out to see Kalinda crouching down, Victorique ... still sleeping or maybe half asleep? and Dimitri who had fallen over. It seemed he tripped over Victorique. "Aiya...." Ju-Long expressing that it was a bad situation. Dimtri eventually got up and apologized to Victorique. "Victorique!? I'm SO sorry! Like, really, really sorry! I didn't see you sitting there and....sorry!" "Oi, you alright there Dimitri? From what I can tell, didn't you take a pretty big fall to your chin? That normally rattles the brain quite a bit. Anyway .... why is everyone ... just here, outside the classroom?"	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,840	1,202	67	377	26,013	So much seemed to happen at once. It threw Kalinda off. Dimitri fell over Victorique, causing the girl to fall, and then look at Kalinda as if she had caused the injury. Kalinda held up her hands as if to say "not me" She poked Dimitri, but he didn't seem so bad as he quickly stood up. She watched victorique take his hand to rise, and Kalinda Rose swiftly, quickly reaching out to try and balance Victorique before she stumbled against ju long. Kalinda sighed softly, and looked at both guys. "one of you, be a dear, and help me get her to the cafeteria for lunch. I'm not strong enough to be of much help, and chances are if she leans on me, I'm going to topple over. And she needs food." Kalinda was going to make sure that Victorique ate, to get energy and strength back. "and we should hurry, before she falls asleep again" she smiled at her kwn little jest, but was concerned for Victorique. She couldn't very well continue to sleep in hallways, or more people would trip over her. Why did Kalinda care? That was a good question, and one she really didn't have an answer to. Kalinda liked to be needed, and Victorique certainly needed someone to look after her. Especially in this class, with the water. But mostly, Kalinda guessed that she just saw a chance to not be so alone.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,841	1,202	68	1,589	1,925	Ju-Long Ju-Long looked on as Dimitri and Victorique apologized to each other. He saw Victorique struggle to get up, "Oi, you ..." He cut off his question as Victorique stumbled and fell in his direction. Catching her with his hands and body, he continued "Guess that means that you are not okay." Ju-Long looked down at Victorique making sure she was okay. Nothing seemed wrong for now. Does anything seem wrong with her? Is her leg okay? I can't see anything irregular here. Kalinda then spoke up, "one of you, be a dear, and help me get her to the cafeteria for lunch. I'm not strong enough to be of much help, and chances are if she leans on me, I'm going to topple over. And she needs food." It seems like Kalinda was going to make sure that Victorique ate, to get energy and strength back. "and we should hurry, before she falls asleep again" "I can take her there." Ju-long replied to Kalinda, turning his back to Victorique and crouching. "Hop in, that way you can sleep as well. Do you want to go to your room or to the cafeteria, Victorique?" Ju-long as offering Victorique a piggy-back ride, and wanted to know whether she just wanted to sleep or if some food would do her good. If Victorique got on his back, he would then stand and start piggy-back ride her, otherwise, he would offer helping her walk to where she wanted to go.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,842	1,202	69	1,379	5,169	Victorique As soon as Victorique lost her balance she felt multiple hands support her. She looked around her with a slight open mouth and saw everyone holding her upright. She gave a gentle smile at all of them and took all the weight off her left leg. As soon as she stood steadily again with one of her hands against the wall she tried to get the others to not support her anymore by slowly pushing their hands off of her. Once she was successful she heard the cutie Kalinda out. It wasn't such a bad idea to get some food at the cafeteria and her leg would probably be fine after some normal resting. She stayed quiet at the three of them conversating but rubbed the back of her head and smiled innocently as Kalinda said that she might fall asleep again. Victorique was startled after hearing from Ju-long that she could just as simple as that jump on. She bluntly stared at him for a few seconds but didn't reply to him just yet. She was still a little mind dead because of the water but she slowly replied to him after a while "Food please." before she could get on her mind was already somewhere else. Dimitri suddenly tried to slip away from the group. Victorique looked after him while he walked away with quite a worrisome face "Di...mitri" She tried walking after him but reminded herself of her ankle again after trying to take a step. Small tears were on the verge of dropping down on her face out of pain. She brushed of her eyes with her sleeve and saw him walking down the end of the hallway. Victorique looked down to the ground slightly and slowly hopped over towards the back of Ju-long's on one leg. Without saying anything more she placed her body on the back of that of Ju-long and tightly holded herself again him to not fall down or anything.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,843	1,202	70	377	26,013	Kalinda smiled, relieved that she wouldn't have to try and figure out how to get Victorique anywhere by herself. She was glad that Ju-long was helping, but she saw that Dimitri seemed to be quite upset, running off. Kalinda hesitated for the briefest moment, and after seeing that Victorique trying to follow after Dimitri, Kalinda followed him herself. "I'll be back" She said, over her shoulder, wondering once more what the hell was going on with her. "Dimitri!" she called, hurrying after him, the small girl was fast, but she had to take two steps for every one of Dimitri's. Still, she darted off after the other miester, and had soon caught up with him. "What's wrong?" She asked, figuring they all had issues, and maybe that was why she wanted to...well, be friends. Dimitri obviously had some social issues, from what she had seen so far. "It wasn't your fault, you know. Anyone could have tripped over Victorique, which was why I was trying to wake her." Kalinda was wondering if she was just making it worse. She had very little experience cheering people up, and even less experience with finding the right words to say. "Come back, before she tries to follow. Please? Have some food with us" She said, hoping that he would do so, but expecting that he would probably just run off. She would have, herself by now. Well, any other day really. Today seemed different.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,844	1,202	71	1,589	1,925	Ju-Long With Dimitri running away and both Kalinda and Victorique showing worry about him, Ju-Long watched on, seeing Kalinda chase after Dimitri. Ju-Long heard Victorique call for him, seeing her worrisome face. He heaved a sigh, standing as Victorique jumped onto his back. Getting up was easier than he thought, she was lighter than he expected. Turning about face, he started following after both Dimitri and Kalinda. "I know you wanted to go for food, but you are obviously worried about Dimitri." he sighed. "I don't think you have to worry so much. From what I can see, his just not used to having friends, or having people around him. He doesn't know much about interacting with others. Nevertheless, you want to be friends with him at least right? I am sure we can be his friends and he can start getting used to our company. So don't worry so much, and start thinking about what you can do to make him more comfortable or help him enjoy our company." Ju-Long tried to comfort Victorique and her worries about Dimitri. "You don't need to cry about it. But if you feel like crying, go ahead. You can come to me with any worries." Ju-Long seemed to be showing himself like an older brother to her. Although, he wasn't sure of her age, infact she might even be his age. But she came off kind of younger, like a sleepy little sister. That was just how it felt to him. Hm... Something wrong? No, nevermind. Probably just my imagination. Wonder what that was about Ju-long thought to himself. Since the other two had ran, and Ju-Long was walking, it would probably take a while to catch up. There was the added bonus of them being Meisters, who generally run 100m in less than 9 seconds. Ju-Long had trained his body, since he had to play the role of a Meister to his siblings, and could run 100m in less than 9 seconds, but only barely. "So, Victorique, you thinking about who you want to partner up with? Both of them don't have a partner yet, and I think they would be glad to partner up with you. Also, were you an EAT or a NOT student? Much experience fighting?" Ju-Long started to ask Victorique. He tried to keep a conversation going, hoping she wouldn't fall asleep. It was also a chance to get to know her.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,845	1,202	72	1,617	689	Can i still join	Name: Stanislav Aleksadrovich Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Moscow, Russia Partner: (Fill out later) Technical Special Talents: Was trained in espionage, hand to hand combat, and knife throwing. Also has a thirst for knowledge. He considers him self a life long learner and has a thirst for any and all kind of information. He can also use short swords and daggers. He is a very good thief and liar. Unique Traits: Stanislav is a Utility type Meister, he is a type 2. He also is training in the art of assassination. Skills: Stanislav has been trained from a young age in many different martial arts. He also knows how to throw knives and use short swords. He is fast to pick up a trait and even faster at picking a lock. e pick up theft and is good at it. Weapon Preference: Knives, Short swords, Hand to hand. Optional Personality: Stanislav is a social butterfly. He likes to speak to others and loves to get more information out of them. He will never miss a deal and likes to gamble. Also has an eye for shiny things so hold onto your wallets. Stanislav can be a bit sarcastic and has a sense of humor as well. Bio:Grew up on the streets of Moscow, Stanislav was raised by an ex-USSR agent. He does not know who his parents are and the man who raised him never told him. This mans name e never found out so he just called him Jack. Jack taught him everything he knew; from his spy tactics to his fighting styles and more. Stanislav and Jack traveled the world learning knew ways to fight and gambling their money away. After Jack died, in his honor, Stanislav became a thief and robed the man who killed him. After becoming a good thief he could not stop from stealing things that were't his and he also picked up gambling. Likes: -Books -Learning -Stealing -Sports -Traveling -Games -Music Dislikes: -Type A personality -Spicy food -Excess Work -Cheaters -Limitations Other Facts: -Always carries some kind of knife and a book -Thinks of most things as a game and he gambles with his life or others -Likes to steal all types of things, anythings up for grabs
43,846	1,202	73	377	26,013	Kalinda sighed. She could understand the need for solitary, and so she wouldn't befrude dimitri. So she nodded, as gave him a smile. "alright then. I understand. But it's not like we are going to hog tie you and dangle you above a pool of lava. Go unwind!" she smiled again, and then started back the way she had come, back towards Ju-Long and Victorique. She could at least reasure Victorique that Dimitri was okay. She stretched out her muscles as she walked, so they wouldn't be sore later. She ran a hand through her hair, which had come lose, and spent a few moments braiding it this time, as she walked, before coming on the duo. "so, food?" she said, as if nothing had happened. "im starved" which was true. Kalinda was always hungry, as if her years of barely having enough food were making themselves known, now that she had regular meals.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,847	1,202	74	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique saw Kalinda run off after Dimitri and felt somehow a little happier knowing she wasn't the only one who cared about their classmates. Soon she couldn't see Kalinda anymore and turned her full attention to Ju-Long. She stepped so close by his back as she possibly could and immediately felt his arms grabbing a hold of her legs. She released a small gasp and quickly grabbed onto his shoulder pressing herself closely towards him. She blushed a little and slowly backed off from his back a little. She could feel his warmth being so close to him, she couldn't deny that it wasn't nice but it was a little embarrassing and guilty, letting him do all the work. Victorique quietly listened to his words she gave a small nod and sound at him "hmm hmm" telling the absolute truth about her wanna be friends with him, but shook her head when he said she could cry "No, I'm not really a person that cries a lot." She looked down for a moment but gave a gentle smile while they both silently walked through the hallway. There weren't much people walking around to their surprise which made it even more embarrassing and awkward to talk. Victorique wasn't so big of a talker so Ju-Long was the only one around here who could make it at least a little remarkable. Ju-Long suddenly started talking about with who she would like to partner up with. Victorique went quiet for a while "...I like them both. Despites Alisa had already asked Dimitri so it think pairing up with Kalinda might be better." Her voice turned quiet again "...But that doesn't mean I don't mind partnering up with you or Dimitri." There really wasn't much to say and in fact she even noticed she had basically repeated herself again but she had to try and fill in the time a little "I was a NOT student before... and haven't got into much fights." In fact Victorique had to stay back most of the times since she didn't have a fitting meister that could wield her well. But of course that would be private for now. Before they knew it Kalinda had returned from her small hunt. Despites Kalinda immediately began talking about food she still jumped up a little and began talking out of herself which was rather rare "Did you lose him." It was a quite humble voice but she still had that worrisome look on her face from before. However the idea of Kalinda wasn't such a bad one.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,848	1,202	75	1,589	1,925	Dimitri let loose a sigh of relief when Kalinda chose to respect his wishes rather than pursue the subject. It was admittedly a bit crude to up and refuse an invite to a meal, but when one had enough then that was really all there was to it. After Kalinda left him to his own devices, Dimitri wandered about until a teacher poked her head out from behind a classroom door to inquire about his aimless wandering. One brief explanation and an inquiry of his own later, Dimitri was finally able to locate the school library, wherein he wasted little time tracking down the section that held maps and history books about Death City. Confident that he'd found some books of use, the massive meister plopped three books and two maps down on a vacant table in the library and took a seat to read. "Alright D.C. let's see what you've got..." Dimitri muttered before pulling open a map and cracking open one of the books. With his book and map sprawled out in front of him, Dimitri began to lose himself in the text and pictures, feeling the tenseness in his body dissipate as he took part in an activity much more his speed.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,849	1,202	76	377	26,013	Ju-Long Still walking in the direction Dimitri and Kalinda ran off to, Victorique had replied to Ju-Long. "No, I'm not really a person that cries a lot." "Is that so." he replied with a smile. Victorique was quiet after Ju-Long's question. When she answered, she would pause in between before continuing. "...I like them both. Despites Alisa had already asked Dimitri so it think pairing up with Kalinda might be better." Her voice turned quiet again "...But that doesn't mean I don't mind partnering up with you or Dimitri. I was a NOT student before... and haven't got into much fights." "Alisa ... Alisa .... OH!!! That's her name. Well, anyways ... it's not like it is determined that Dimitri and her will pair up, but you and Kalinda, I think you two will get along. But, two weapons partnering up? Um... Unless you are special in the case of being a weapon that can wield weapons or vice-versa, I must say, I am sorry, but I don't think we can partner up. Not that I don't like you or anything, just the compatability of two weapons. Did they not tell you in the NOT classes? A weapon cannot wield a weapon. No-one knows why, but it just is not possible. The exception lies in when they are family. Well in terms of fighting, I think you will be fine. You will just need time ..." Ju-Long was about to continue when Kalinda showed up, stopping him mid way. Kalinda suggested food, while Victorique still showed signs of worry. "Yo, guess Dimitri is fine, otherwise I'm sure you would still be chasing him right? Guess he wasn't hungry? Either way, you meisters are sure are fast. Anyway, I'm pretty hungry as well. We should head to the cafeteria." Ju-Long turned around, with Victorique on his back still, and started to walk in the direction of the cafeteria.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,850	1,202	77	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique didn't show much emotions while talking and listened to him with a slight open mouth realising what stupid mistake she made. She reddened a little as he even explained the right thing to her "I know but, I already kind of forget that you were a weapon." Victorique didn't say much more and returned her attention back to Kalinda hoping to both forget how stupid she was there for a moment. She relievedly smiled at Kalinda hearing that Dimitri was fine and that she didn't have to worry so much about him anymore. Victorique heard the petite girl talking about food again and figured she was pretty hungry after that little exercise she had. Victorique smiled and gave a small chuckle. Once Ju-Long turned around she figured that they all were pretty hungry and with Kalinda walking in such a swift pace made her also wanna speed up a little. Victorique poked him a little with both her feet like they would always do with horses and hugged her upper body close to Ju-Long so she wouldn't fall off so easily "Run, run!" She giggled a little and it wasn't long before they arrived at the cafeteria. Kalinda looked like a little kid in the candy factory. She gently smiled at her once she felt a warm feeling inside her and thought about what she would prefer for food. Victorique raised a finger to her lips pondering what to take but came with a rather swift reply "Pizza." The fast food was a huge preference for most people and it was always tasty so it would work out anyway whatever else she chose for her.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,851	1,202	78	446	7,203	Allisa "Is geography really that interesting to you?" Allisa asked Dimitri, leaning over his shoulder to look at the maps before backing up to avoid his expected reaction. "I know people who study maps, but only as their job, not for fun." She touched his shoulder lightly before moving around the table and taking the seat across from him. "I don't know why... but I want you to tell me about yourself. I'm happy to trade each piece of information with a similar piece from me, or if you'd prefer, I could sit here in silence..."	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,852	1,202	79	1,589	1,925	Having hunched over to read more comfortably, Dimitri sat up and remained ridged as a result of Alisa's sudden appearance. The weapon's touch didn't quite help matters, but there wasn't really much Dimitri could do about it. For a second he considered taking off or asking for his space like he had with Kalinda, however the idea almost instantly struck him as stupid considering he'd more or less agreed to something that required he spend more time in proximity and physical contact with Alisa than anyone else. Dimitri folded the map and placed it in between the pages of the book he was reading and closed it with measured movements before he overlapped his hands on top of the book, taking a few moments to mull over the options presented towards him. "Well..." Dimitri began uncertainly, "I guess there isn't too much harm in us talking. We're supposed to be partners after all.". The words hung in the air as Dimitri thought about where exactly he'd begin, though after drawing several blanks the meister finally opted to take the most direct approach, "What do you want to know exactly? I mean...where do you want me to start?".	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,853	1,202	80	377	26,013	Ju-Long Walking to the cafeteria, Victorique, who was on Ju-Long's back, was strangely excited, "Run, run!". He laughed a little and felt that Victorique had clung on to him tighter. He wasn't going to run, but he decided to jog at a moderate pace. Reaching the cafeteria, he wondered what to eat. What would you guys like? I want sushi Coleslaw As always, the combination of food is strange. Oh well, it all tastes good. Kalinda asked Victorique "is there any foods you particularly like, Victorique?" It seemed that Kalinda was getting food for herself and Victorique. Victorique replied from over Ju-Long's shoulder "Pizza." Letting Kalinda get the rest of the food for Victorique and herself, Ju-Long looked around for a table. It seemed there were quite a few tables available. Walking over to one by the window, he crouched down, letting Victorique off his back. "Mind reserving the table? I would like to get some food too. You and Kalinda can eat first, once Kalinda gets here, okay?" He asked her, being sure she was fine to wait. He didn't move yet until he was sure.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,854	1,202	81	446	7,203	Alissa "Partners..." Alissa said the word as if it were unfamiliar to her tongue. She sat in silence for a while before she spoke again. "I've been... paired... with two other people before you. The first gave me up for a lost cause on the third day, when he was unable to bring forth my blade. The second left me on the fourth for a more sociable partner. I suppose the most important thing I want to know is, are you going to leave me behind like the others?" Her voice had an edge to it, but her eyes betrayed a hint of her inner emotions. They were uncertain, afraid even, and confused.	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,855	1,202	82	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique was getting excited for the slice of pizza she was getting. Her stomach was about to eat itself after she herself said the word pizza. Ju-Long sat her down on one of the benches close to the window. Victorique immediatly stepped both her feet over the bench so she was sitting at the table. She firmly grabbed the side of the table and turned her head around just slightly to see Ju-Long in the corner of her eye talk to her. She gave a slight nod and straightened her head again. From her view she could look out of the window. There wasn't much to see but the nature calmed her down enormous and even made her a little. Sleepy. Victorique slowly layed down her chin onto the table with her arms stretched over the table almost reaching the other side. Victorique remained staring out of the window till her bestie Kalinda came back with lunch. She kept lying in the same position as she maid a slight emotionless cheer "Yaaay~" and expanded the space between her arms a little so Kalinda could put the plate down in front of her. Victorique didn't intend to waste any energy on her moving so she casually got the plate closer to her head with her hands and tried eating a little. She turned the beginning of her pizza the right way and started nibbling on the point bit of the pizza with her chin remaining on the table. The first bite of the pizza was rather hot but it already was to late to drop it out of her mouth. She made an annoyed sound and opened her mouth dropping her tongue out and closing her eyes with small tears on the eyelids "...ot." After a few moments of still lying on the table she finnally sat down in the rightway and took a few sips of her milk to cool down her tongue. She ate some of the tomatoes that were lying between the salad and vegetables and returned eating her pizza that had cooled down by now. The stretchiness of the cheese made it rather hard to eat the pizza. Everytime she took a bite a wild line of cheese between her and the pizza would be created. Once she tried to remove it the cheese would either end up on her shirt or somewhere beneat her on the table. A few moments later the pizza was completly devoured and it gave Victorique a feeling of satisfaction, despite all the cheese on the top of her shirt and cheeks. After the pizza she drinked some more milk and went back to lying her head down side ways on the table to be able to look over at Ju-Long and Kalinda while they were eating.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,856	1,202	83	1,589	1,925	Dimitri's brow quirked a bit from bemusement. Alisa's question wasn't quite what he'd been expecting to hear, and it in fact raised a few questions of his own. "Well I don't see why I would go switching partners after I already agreed to stick with you. Why? Is there some sort of special condition for, well...", He trailed off, not quite comfortable with the word 'use' when speaking about a living thing, especially when said living thing looked and behaved like another human being. Dimitri wrapped the table with his knuckles softly as he took a moment to decide what word was appropriate, "Work. That's the word. Right, is there any sort of special condition to work with you?". Dimitri didn't know why he didn't think about it sooner, but shortly after his question a switch when off in his brain, 'Wait, she said bring for her blade. So i'm working with somethi-one, someone that's sharp. Ah damn, a bludgeoning type would've probably been better suited to my ability. I hope she's not something thin and fragile like a rapier. Guess I'll just have to learn to adapt.' he mused as he waited for an answer.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,857	1,202	84	446	7,203	Ju-Long With Victorique getting off his back, Kalinda arrived apologizing to Ju-Long."sorry. I would have gotten you something, but onlybhave two hands..." Shaking his head as he started to walk away, Ju-Long replied, "It's fine." giving a kind smile before heading off to grab food. It was pretty amazing really, although he had eaten here before, the variety of food at the cafeteria was just massive. It included most foods from around the world. Grabbing two plates, Ju-Long partitioned one plat into two halves, half with sushi, and the other with coleslaw. The other plate, consisted mostly of peking duck. With two plates in his hands, Ju-Long came back to the table, sitting opposite of Kalinda, whether Kalinda sat next to Victorique or across from her. As he started to eat, he noticed Victorique ... and her messy shirt from the cheese of the pizza. Sighing, he grabbed out a handkerchief and handed it to her, "You need to clean up the cheese from your shirt." After that, he brought out a thermus and some cups, pouring three cups of hot black tea for the three of them. He offered the tea to the other two girls. Either way, he poured three cups. He then began to eat his meal.	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,858	1,202	85	377	26,013	Kalinda tentativlely took a small bite of her own piece of pizza, wary that it might not be as good as she remembered. She needn't have worried, it was just as good, if not better then she remembered. She didn't particularly care if she was being messy or not, as she broke the stringy cheese apart with her free Ba d, sticking it ontop of the pizza once more. She happily devoured the pizza, wiping her hands, and wishing for more, before dutifully eating her vegetables and drank the drink Ju-long had poored for them all. She smiled happily, leaning back and stretching, well pleased. The food had been good, and Kalinda would have gladly eaten more, but she was content. "So far, today hadn't really been that demanding" Kalinda said, simply to try and strike up a conversation.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,859	1,202	86	1,589	1,925	Dimitri was at a loss right now, he wasn't used to dealing with people, let alone people that were in a dejected sort of mood. The meister's eyes darted from side to side, almost as if searching for the quickest route to run away now that he'd been given the choice. He wanted to run, but something kept him rooted in his seat. He felt somewhat bad for Alissa, what's more he felt that they were sort of cut from the same cloth. Both of them lacked companionship, and even though the reasons why were different, the results were still the same. Dimitri hesitantly reached out, a bit unsure about what he was doing. His hand hovered in the air for a few moments before he silently nodded to assure himself of what he was doing before he leaned across the table and placed his hand on Alissa's head. "I already agreed to become your partner, didn't I? Don't you think it's kinda goofy to give me the option to opt out? We're in this for the long haul.". He sat there ruffling her hair gently for a bit before sitting back in his chair, a small smile creeping in the corners of his mouth, "You won't be rid of me that easily.".	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,860	1,202	87	446	7,203	Alissa Alissa looked up briefly at Dimitri, her face a mix of embarrassment and hope, then in a shimmer of light, she wasn't there, and in her place was a sword about the length of Dimitri's forearm, wrapped in chains, paper tape, and what looked like sealing talismans. it was almost impossible to see the black leather sheath hidden beneath it all. Strangely, the hilt of the sword was disproportionately large to the blade, looking like it would fit easily in Dimitri's hand.	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,861	1,202	88	452	3,241	Regan Hiryuu Regan was getting a little hungry by now, actually. She'd been wandering since class ended, her meister gone off on his own. She'd had some small indication that... perhaps they weren't so compatible. Oh well. They'd figure out who they wanted to partner with, but maybe it wasn't each other. Their common roots made her thing they would be compatible, but perhaps that logic was too simple. The young lady found herself wandering into a cantena, her eyes glancing around the room with a mild surprise. "Aah, look where I am." She spots her classmates and smiles softly, approaching and bowing courteously. "Hey, guys. May I sit?" She assumes a yes, as these are her classmates, and moves toward and empty seat, though she waits for someone to actually say something before she sits down.	Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name) Age: 16 Gender: Male Home: China Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio) Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio) Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu. A good dancer, and can also play the piano. Weapon Form: (His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown) Optionals Personality: Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family. Bio: Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings. Likes: Piano Sword-dances Sports Anime Dislikes: People who do not show respect or love to their family Silence Bitter Melon Other Facts: He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his. Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings. Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets) He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time. Soul Description: Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance)
43,862	1,202	89	1,379	5,169	Victorique When Ju-Long returned he immediatly commented on Victorique her shirt which made Victorique immediatly look doen and back at Ju-Long with a wide spread blush on her face probably looking like a little child right now. Victorique gently took the handkerchief from him and removed the remaining bits of pizza from her chest and cheeks. Her eyee glanced over at Kalinda her plate while giving the handkerchief back in the process. Kalinda had almost the same dishes as herself and it made her nothing more but hungry for another slice of pizza. Victorique stared at Kalinda her pizza for a long period of time and almost begged for only a little bit but Kalinda did not give in and continued eating. Victorique unintrestedly dropped her chin om the table again while twirling her finger right next to her on the table. She didn't find the need to eat any vegetables or fruit right now and ignored the remaining dishes on her plate and instead looked over to Ju-Long his plates. He had a rather weird combination of food and a lot of it too. She wondered if he would eat all of it. Victorique remained looking at his plate while sneakily stealing all Kalinda her tomatoes of her salad. Victorique her intrest was captured by the newcommer who appraoched the three their table. Victorique stared at her for a few seconds before giving a vague reply to her by double nodding. As the other person sat down she grabbed a hold of her tea and lightly started sipping it. It was still hot but the flavour of the tea was rather delicious although she didn't have tea that often. After her tea she kept staring at her classmate who just joined them with her mouth slightly open.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,863	1,202	90	1,589	1,925	Dimitri gave a soft yelp of surprise as the sudden bright light hurt his eyes. He rubbed them, being unaccustomed to weapon transformations as he'd never had a partner, though the discomfort caused by the sudden flash was quickly forgotten when he stopped rubbing his eyes to look at Alissa, or rather, her weapon state. The meister reached across the table once more and grabbed the sword, noting that the long hilt of the weapon somehow balanced Alissa even with her sheath and all of its extra components. Dimitri held Alissa by her hilt and sheath, spared a moment to look around to make sure no one was watching him, then tried to pull the sword from the sheath. It wouldn't budge, not even a single inch. Dimitri tried once more, this time adding more strength to his pull, but not enough to where he felt he might hurt Alissa, if it was at all possible in her current state. He tugged four more times, before finally giving up and placing Alissa on the table. "Quite a pickle..." He mused aloud as he shifted attention to the sheath, lightly tapping down its length to see how sturdy it is. "Looks like it might be able to stand up to a far bit of stress. The chains should be especially useful in blocking..." He said as he ran his fingers across the chains. He continued to caress the weapon for a few seconds before he remembered three details that where not only vital, but extremely awkward: This weapon was a person, it was a person that happened to be female, and Dimitri had zero clue about how weapon anatomy worked. Dimitri's cheeks flushed red as he stopped to consider what exactly he was doing before he began to stammer. "Oh Death I forgot it was still you! I really hope this isn't weird! I'm not touching you inappropriately a-am I? I'm so so sorry if i'm doing something wrong here! Wait, can you hear me?" He asked all in one breath.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,864	1,202	91	446	7,203	Alissa "It doesn't matter," Alissa's voice sounded in Dimitri's mind. "I am a weapon, a tool of war. Frivilous things like embarrassment or personal feelings only get in the way." Light shone once more as she transformed back, still lying on the table. She pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge, staying still for a moment before jumping off. "I'm going to go find food..." She said shortly, starting to move towards the door.	Name: Allisa Yamimoto Age: 19 Gender: Female Home: Washington State, USA Partner: (Fill out later) Soul: Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression. Technicals Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect". Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath. Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age. Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword Optionals Likes: -Quiet -Training -An honorable fight -Baked goods Dislikes: -Chaos -Slackers -Sour candy
43,865	1,202	92	377	26,013	Ju-Long "So far, today hadn't really been that demanding" Kalinda spoke trying to create a conversation, while Victorique was staring at Ju-Long, his food and eating Kalinda's tomatoes. Ju-Long was quite the fast and clean eater, he was mostly done with his two plates when Kalinda spoke up. Finishing the food in his mouth, he replied, "Well, that's how orientations are I guess. More of a get to know the people around you session." As he was about to take another bite, another classmate came into the cafeteria and approached the table. It was Regan, she asked if she could sit with them. "Sure you can. No problems here." he replied, indicating for her to take a seat. Ju-Long then continued to eat his food, finishing it not long afterwards. Drinking some of his tea, Ju-Long tried to continue the conversation. "Any of you interested in taking on a mission from the mission bulletin? I was thinking of heading out later. Having others to help would mean taking on different kinds of missions."	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,866	1,202	93	1,589	1,925	O-oh. Dimitri muttered somewhat pathetically as he watched his partner head towards the door. The meister sat back in his chair and shook his head as he tried to figure his partner out. Even with his social ineptitude Dimitri knew that it wasn't quite normal to switch between concerned and indifferent so quickly, 'That girl's certainly an odd one. I hope she isn't bipolar.' He mused before cracking open his book and pulling out his phone to snap a few pictures of the pages he'd dog-eared, as well as a few of the map he'd grabbed. A rumbling in Dimitri's stomach alerted him to his own hunger, eliciting a heavy sigh from him as he realized it wasn't the sort of hunger that would be solved with the candy in his pockets, that is unless he was willing to workout twice as hard when he got back to his apartment to burn off the extra sugar and empty calories. Dimitri straightened out the corners of the books he'd brought to the table and got up to set them and the map back in their correct spots before he jogged after his weapon to catch up.	Name: Dimitri Holmes Age: 17 Gender: Male Home: Rockhill, South Carolina Partner: (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to Optionals Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you. Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell. Likes: -Exercising -Just about anything lime flavored -Nature -Warm climates Dislikes: - Cold Climates -Arrogance -Procrastinating Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant.
43,867	1,202	94	1,379	5,169	Victorique Victorique quietly listened to the two of them talking to each other and kept on stealing Kalinda her food before replying back to them while lying down on the table only looking at those two "Maybe I and Kalinda kould train a little first." Her voice was quiet and she didn't say much more. It took some time for her to notice Ju-Long's plate had been completely devoured. Her expression was a little surprise knowing he ate all that food himself. She still refrained from talking and kept quietly staring at his two plates with her mouth just slightly open. She had a blank expression on her face when she looked under the table and all around Ju-Long to look for the missing food. It was impossible to have eaten all that food all alone but she couldn't find a trace anywhere. After some deep searching she was closely to his face and was strictly but with a blank look on her face staring at him to find out what happened.	Weapon Victorique de Blois Nickname Victorica Age 16 Gender Female Home Germany Partner (Fill out later) Technicals Special Talents Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills Unique Traits How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets Skills Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging Odachi Optionals Bio To be added Likes Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling Dislikes Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs Other Facts
43,868	1,202	95	377	26,013	Ju-Long As Kalinda spoke, Ju-Long listened, seeing Victorique in the corner of his eye steal Kalinda's food. "I hadn't thought about any missions yet. Haven't even looked at the board. Maybe it would be good to do one. Were there any good ones?" "Maybe I and Kalinda kould train a little first." Victorique spoke up. "I haven't actually looked at it either, recently. Last time I saw one for Mary Ann Cotton, a serial killer who uses arsenic poisoning and one for Jack the Ripper. But some one has probably taken those already. It is updated fairly regularly, so yeah. At least it was during my time in EAT. Also, you didn't have to attend all classes due to the missions, although I don't know how it is for our new class." Ju-Long replied. "As for training, that would probably be wise." Um... What's up? She's looking at brother strangely. What's going on? The sleepy one has been looking at you strangely and your plate "What's up Victorique? Is there something strange?" he asked her.	Name: Kalinda Stevens Age: 18 Gender: Female Home: She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where. Partner: (Fill out later) Special Talents: Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons. Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible. Personality: Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself. Bio: If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly. Likes: Cooking Reading music Dislikes: Rainy days Overly cheerful people Being beaten.
43,869	1,203	0	2,089	1,978	Chapter I: The New Journey Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" In the calmer neighborhoods of the Bunkyo special ward, in the rainy evening of just another typical day in the most populated city in the world, rested the remains of a once beautiful mansion, now just a vestige of vague memories for those who gathered here today. Three ghouls who were once bound to this place returned to the cradle that gave them a second chance in life, only to find an almost poetic parallel to themselves. Five child ghouls had adopted this mold invested mess as their home, and each of the adults, or rather eccentric ghouls who happened to have crossed the majority line, felt a form of obligation to do something about them. Itsuki, the only boy of the gang, so happened to also be the only indiscriminately violent one, terrorized them only to quickly take matters into his own hands and find them a more appropriate place to reside in. His option however, would be criticized in a more passive manner by Hana, the goofy airhead who strategically keeps anything relevant to herself. Except of course when the idea is beyond viable, like this one. Asoka, however, had already demonstrated hostility toward Itsuki and would have absolutely no care in the world whether or not clearing a warehouse of a group of ghouls to house the kids was a good idea or not. She just wanted Itsuki out of her face. With this 'exile', Itsuki would be departing on his quest for said warehouse, while Hana and Asoka improvised a babysitting session with the five man-eaters. One could also call this a good cop, bad cop scenario, as Hana seemed completely delighted to feed the congregation of little beasts, while Asoka couldn't help but cringe. Not at them eating, but at just how messy they could quickly get. As a lady with a certain sense of elegance and prestige, it came as obvious that her inexperience with kids would manifest itself in rather amusing ways for those that aren't, well, Asoka. One of the little munchkins expressed a form of trust toward Hana, and wondered when they were going to leave with her in particular. Now that was quite intriguing for the baby of the 'adult' group, if only her slaves coworkers were as quick to follow her every command. 'Yeah, go to the weirdo. Just don't hug me, I just got this shirt cleaned.' "So you got a different place that isn't some hobo hangout? May as well head there, 'cause Itsukiwi's plan sounds a bit too messy. So where did you say it was a- Oh wait, speaking of getting somewhere." As she was about to finish her question the phone in the Burberry coat she carried on her arm rang a very eerie tune. Upon checking it and hesitantly holding her thumb over the answer button, she ended up replying after ten seconds. It almost seemed like she did it sadistically on purpose to make the caller wait. Now with the phone in her ear, she opened by rolling her eyes and employing one of the most exasperated tones one could muster without being genuinely bothered by anything. "What? ... No fuck you, it's been fifteen minutes ... And? I don't care if I said ten minutes. You owe me, Kaien ... Oh well guess what? I got a special delivery to make, and you're helping ... No screw you ... Okay I'll ask." With all this bickering happening and the length of the pauses being inconsistent with each other, it was clear that she had some sort of grip on the person on the other side. Asoka would lower he phone and press it against her chest as she'd peer over at Hana. "Where did you say your place was? 3rd Ward ri- Wait, are you bullshitting me? Why the hell would you go there, let alone bring little monsters? Jesus Christ, what was I thinking surrounding myself with you people?" Lowering the phone didn't work however as the term '3rd Ward' sparked endless shouting from the phone, though it sounded more like muffled screams, it seemed clear that the driver she was calling wasn't too keen on venturing near that place. Asoka quickly picked the phone back up and responded to the stressed out Kaien. "Ugh, shut up, dude. Forget the ward, you're picking up the goods anyway ... I don't care, you know how favors go ... Fine I'll buy your pansy cigs, just stop bitching." And with that she hung up, visibly upset from this altercation. "Asshole." She muttered to herself before setting aside the phone for now and focusing back on the matters at hand. Namely, handling these kids she felt no moral obligation to help but did it anyway because hey, guilt tripping works. One hand on her hip, she seized herself and calmed down before announcing the facts. "Alright, I can give you a ride. I know fuck all about your place but I really don't want to stick around here any longer. But one warning. It's an SUV, they're five, plus us, that makes seven. And I ain't walking. You handle this one, Hana. Logistics were never my thing." With that said, she'd step back out to the front porch, realizing that it was indeed quite dark right now. If they were to go to the 3rd Ward, at least they could be a little inconspicuous. That said, this was getting a little too taxing for a bunch of random kids like any other on the street.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,870	1,203	1	220	2,519	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa Hana looked at the spuds, and then Asoka, biting her lip ever so slightly as she watched Itsuki go with his violent ramble. "And he used to be such an sweet stepbrother... Hana-chan is sad." She muttered in a sulky tone, as she reevaluted her options. Her eyes rested on Asoka, as she surprisingly, put out a cellphone and called what Hana assumed to be her driver. Hana tilted her head quizzically, at the flailing and mentioning of the third ward, before folding her arms. "Now, now. No need to panic, Hana-chan knows that ward very well!" She then began to flail to the children. "As long as you do what Hana-chan says, there won't be problems. Lots of corpses because of the Yakuza, Mafiya and Triads there." Her eyes rested on one of the boys, who had taken a proactive chance. "Wow, you want to be the reliable older brother, don't you? How cute! But, don't be hasty, we need to sort something first before leaving. After all, we need to ensure you are good and safe!" Her hand shot out in a strange gesture, firmly clamping Asoka's head with lightning speed. And, then the medic did the unthinkable. She ruffled Asoka's head as if she were still a kid. "So nice of you, A-chan! You're still that sweet girl that I knew of!" The medic giggled, before putting a slightly more serious, or perhaps slightly puckered up face. "Eight people for a SUV. Okay... You can ride shotgun, A-chan, with your awesome driver. And these kids are still...well, let's just say we can possibly cram all five in the three back seats. As long as the twins don't mind sitting on someone's lap." She scratched her back. "And since this is Hana-chan's fault, I shall be in the...trunk." Tiptoeing, she followed Asoka outside, intent of getting the show started. Pulling out a cellphone, she typed the coordinates of the place inside the ward. "Let's do this. Nice and easy. I'll invite you to a cup of my Colombian deluxe, manually-grinded coffee!" She cupped her hands as she smiled, urging people to play their part.	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.
43,871	1,203	2	1,918	8,258	Itsuki Itsuki soon arrived at the warehouse, but just from a casual glance he could tell something was up. From his viewpoint, he couldn't see any signs of the patrolling ghouls from the nights before. Nothing about this situation smelled right, but he didn't feel like going back and asking Asoka or Hana for a place to stay just because he got a little suspicious. With his mind now stubbornly set, he'd leap down to the street level, quickly darting across the street until he arrived in the small entry way. As he approached the door, a familiar smell permeated the air, growing stronger the closer he got to it. Blood. . . fuck, This is going to take a while to clean. Makes it hardly worthy considering as a place to live, really, as something like this would attract a lot of attention. Still, let's see if we can figure out who did this. Itsuki opened the door, walking in to see a good number of ghouls having been brutally torn apart, so much so that it was difficult at times to tell where one body from another at certain spots. Walking amongst the corpses, Itsuki held a handout to lean against a steel frame, the scene bringing back more unwanted memories. Images of his many victims flashed through his head, the taste of ghoul-flesh filling his mouth, making him almost want to gag. His breath caught in his throat, becoming slightly ragged as he felt his paranoia skyrocket, seeing enemies in every shadow. Dammit, can't have an attack now. . . breathe. . . breathe Itsuki took a second to calm himself down, feeling a bit more stable, though he couldn't help but feel a sense of paranoia crawling up his spine. Looking around, he felt that he was being watched. Whether that was true or just some latent feeling from his time in the 24th, he couldn't tell but was sure he'd find out one way or another. With nothing better to do, he walked around the interior, Kagune fanned out behind him at the ready to strike at any moment as he looked around the area, thinking of how he was going to get rid of these bodies, as he had neither the desire nor the capacity to consume ghoul flesh ever again.	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
43,872	1,203	3	1,379	5,159	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Rin An empty street, the only thing that was heard were small footsteps and traffic in the far distance, showing that the city life never stopped and that there would always be people wandering around even late at night. Water splashed around her feet as she walked through the water scattered across the street from the rain piling itself up in the empty holes of the street. Light drips of water hanging from the very ends of her hairs, illuminated by the street lighting right next to her. Rin skipped along the block knowing her destination. She felt some kind of urge to go to the spot she used to call home 8 years ago. It was like it was drawing her in for some reason. She was longing for another memory of back then, were everything was so happy and cheerful. Rin lightly panted every few steps, her feet had a rapid pace tiring the young girl a little in fact. She had a lot of stamina do it wasn't such big deal for her to keep on the pace for a long time. The house was in sight and if she was right she could sense some other presences by their smell and sound. It was clear there was someone else nearby and by the smell Rin could tell they were fairly familiar people. Rin stopped for a moment and took a quick glance over the old worn out house. No sign of any others yet but she would find out soon enough. Her pace slowed as she was drawn closer and closer to what was left of the front door. Rin hesistated a moment but still decided to head in. If it was dangerous it could be killed. If it was friendly she would have to think of a plan quick enough. Rin headed in and carefully moved around. Through the empty rooms to see if there were any more hidden presences. Short after Rin took a deep breath and walked into the room with 5 young ghouls and Asoka together with Hana. Rin stood silently in the door way for a moment. She glanced over the young ghouls and could nothing more then pull a face of disgust by the sight. More people who suffered from the society they lived in. Rin looked up at the two older girls and simply stared. What would be the right reaction to this she thought. "...Hi" Her voice crackled. Rin didn't even flinch saying that and stood there in silence for another minute. Rin then placed her back against one of the walls rose her scarf over her mouth as extra safety so the scar would 't be so obvious and folded her arms over each other leaning her entire body against the wall. She took another glance at the two and thought to herself on how they have grown this much. She even needed a moment to see through their appearance so that she knew who they were. Well she never even came close to them anyway. She barely knew their names but still, it felt nice to see that they had at least grown to something that they could be proud of.	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,873	1,203	4	2,089	1,978	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" 'You wouldn't dare.' Asoka, leaning against a wooden pole on the porch, gave a mortified glare at Hana's upcoming hand. After the beating she had given to Itsuki, this idiot was going to do the exact same thing? This almost felt insulting, but Hana still had a chance to back down. Nope, it happened. A sudden rise in adrenaline engulfed Asoka into state where thoughts had little place in her decision making. But before she could cast any righteous judgement upon her older 'sibling', something deeply bothered the short young lady. Enough to have her cease any hostile intentions, other than the mandatory slap on Hana's hand. "Don't do that again." And with that, she focused on what tormented her mind. A simple sound, coupled with a foul smell. Foul, but eerily familiar. Much like all the individuals she had met once more after eight long years. Someone was nearby, and whether it was a good or a bad encounter, the fact of the matter was they were only two with some clumsy kids. If this individual were to be hostile, Asoka would be in a tough spot, for self preservation had priority over anything else. It did prevent Asoka from giving her typical comeback on what people say, and while Hana locked in a trunk would be funny in itself, her offer was what made the prideful female snicker for a brief moment. "Hot coffee, aye? You sure know how to talk to a lady." Giving a little wink to the girl Asoka had already judged as slightly deficient in the intellectual area, as much as it were false. A testament to Hana's little disguise for Asoka was known for being a terrific judge of character. Then again, perhaps this whole show the doctor put up was indeed completely idiotic and unnecessary after all. In any case, it didn't prevent the megalomaniac from turning this normally innocent invitation into some flirty pickup line. But this small moment of joy and taunting would be cut short with this same problem keeping Asoka on edge. As the smell became stronger and the footsteps louder, a silhouette was made visible in the darkness of the evening. What seemed to be a young girl stopped and appeared to be addressing the other two females with a simple salutation. Instead of putting her guard up and display any form of vulnerability, Asoka kept her cool and didn't move from her laid back position, despite having accumulated a bit of stress already. It would be the very bizarre voice and morphology that she could tell even after all these years that made her roll her eyes. "Hey, Hana, we got a sixth one." Right off the bat, a little jab at Rin. At least she got an immediate dosage of what to expect from Asoka. But the nervousness she felt quickly turned into confidence as she made herself confortable with her youngest 'sibling' from the getgo. Pointing her right index finger at the little female, shorter than Asoka mind you, she jerked her hand in friendly and inviting manner while clearly displaying some form of dominance in this interaction. "Ria? Rize? Rin? That's it, Rin. Holy shit, I thought it'd just be Itsukiwi, Hana and yours truly." Asoka slowly descended to be at arms reach to Rin before embracing her in a short but tight hug with one arm, for the other still carried the coat. Speaking of which, the not-that-short-after-all girl was getting drenched, but at this point it didn't matter, she just wanted a warm shower. May as well be cold to have it feel extra nice. "You're just in time ... To have sucky timing. We're about to erm ... You see ..." She peered over at Hana, then at the kids that followed her almost zealously. Asoka still wasn't too sure what to say about these little things nor what they'd do with them. The truth was that she had no desire to help that unlike Itsuki and Hana in particular. "Hana will fill you in. Aaaaand here's our ride!" As she exclaimed the presence of the white SUV parking itself in front of the mansion's front lawn, the driver honked the vehicle's horn a couple of times to get their attention. Asoka waved to confirm that they saw him and were heading his way. When she made her way to the car, she kept her arm around Rin in order to guide her toward the car so she could add in some details as to what was going on. "Okay, this may still sound weird. But it's whatever. We're having some hot coffee tonight, away from the mold and the old. You in?" Although forgetting the logistical issues they would encounter with Rin added to the mix, Asoka clearly invited the young girl to sit in the back seats as she opened the back door for her. As for the driver, he would be in for a big surprise. The man would already be giving a confused glance at Asoka with this random person being invited into his car without any permission. Wait until he sees the kids.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,874	1,203	5	1,918	8,258	Takeshi The silver haired ghoul gave the smaller woman a bit of a confused look as she screamed into her phone, eyes swiveling from her to the other one as he tried to figure something to say. He turned towards the others, but they all just shrugged their shoulders at him, apparently deciding to accept their fate and get some free shelter and food. Takeshi, however, was still a bit wary of these adults yet, and wasn't about to let his guard down just because he'd gotten some free food. The tone that taller woman, Hana if he recalled correctly, annoyed him just a bit. I'm not cute, dammit! He thought angrily as he looked away from her with a click of his tongue, though if one looked closely they'd notice that a light blush could be noted on his face. He noted with interest, however, as the taller woman proceeded to pet the smaller one on her head, the same thing he remembered the scary guy doing, but instead of getting kicked into a wall, she only got her hand slapped away. Guess she doesn't mind as much if girls do it . . . still looks pretty pissed though. He observed with more confusion, wondering what had kept Hana from feeling the wrath of the Tiny Tyrant, only for him to suddenly catch another unfamiliar scent, the sound of footsteps approaching causing him to spin around to face the possible threat, his Kakugan flaring to life as he glared in the direction of the newcomer, putting himself between them and the others, and only calmed it down once the Tiny Tyrant called out to her, and even then his guard was still up as the black and red leeched from his eyes. The newcomer, named Rin apparently, was fairly quiet and unimpressive looking. As the Tiny Tyrant took her by the arm to the SUV that pulled into the scene, Takeshi followed behind, motioning for the others to come as well. They'd come to a stop behind the two, where the silver haired kid would, after taking a peek inside the vehicle, had a question for the raven haired terror. "How the hell are we going to fit her in with the rest of us? Doesn't it seem a bit . . . cramped to you."	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
43,875	1,203	6	220	2,519	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa It seemed they were not alone, as another smell entered the premises. Hana didn't move nor showed any sign of noticing it, though, once more deciding that feigning ignorance and staying put was better than visiblely tensing up. Ghoul. Female. That was what the scent seemed to give away. At least it wasn't a dove. The probabilities of a worst case scenario dropped significatively. According to the rumours, Asoka was strong, and she and Hana, the kids notwithstanding, outnumbered the newcomer. It was highly unlikely that even a hostile ghoul would just attack them right off the bat. Ghouls were so fond of chicken contests, they would give at least some posing or a warning. Unless it was a Kakuja. But even in that case, their combined strenght could even put someone like Itsuki against the ropes. "Uwa..." She let a dejected expression when she felt the stinging sensation of being slapped in her hand. "...that's not cute, A-chan" She finally thought of conceding. Apparently, Asoka was hellbent into throwing her weight around, despite being old acquaintances. She pondered. Back in the days, she always clung to the old man's leg, and now she wanted to shun her attempts at comforting contact. Judgement was thus passed. Desires to be the focus of attention. Possibly narcissistic tendencies. Still, she did respond favorable to her quip of coffee, so maybe somewhere, she still would enjoy Hana's company. It was good, at least. If she could not play the stepsister role to keep the reunion enjoyable, she would pull her sweet hostess face. Asoka's flirtatious response seemed to support she would be favorable to the latter. The new presence made herself known, and it was far from hostile. In fact, it was a sight for both Hana and Asoka's sorry eyes. Another lost lamb had returned to the flock. Hana looked at the newcomer, sizing her up and down, much like she had done with the others before. Her raspy, broken throat gave her immediatly away. She was still tiny...so tiny that Hana couldn't help but have her big sister-slash-mother instincts awoken a second time, and almost immediately, twisting around, a high pitched sound starting to come from her throat. "...eeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!" The pitch progression made the older female talk as if she had chugged a bottle of helium. "Rinrin, totes cute as ever so tiny widdle omg, lemmehugyou!" She squeaked, and waiting for no one, she pounced on Rin like a cat on a ball of yarn, blatantly disregarding Asoka's action of embracing Rin as well, having the side effect of not only pressing Rin against her bosom, but Asoka aswell. After a brief second, however, Hana snapped out of it, and allowed Asoka to progress towards the incoming car door, while she still kept Rin pressed against her. "Well, um...Rinrin... We found some kids. And I thought I dunno, take em with me. Just like the old man. Hana-chan is gonna be their mama! But you can be the cool aunt! Or sis!" She finally let go of the young member, before approaching the other kids. "Language, kid. Don't make me... poke you on the nose!" Hana said, in a obviously faked stern tone. "But you're right... Seven we can manage. Eight is going to be a little too much. Ah well." Hana put her hand on her chin, trying to solve the slight problem that had appeared. She obviously was going to need a second transport. And separating the five children would actually be a problem. She pulled out her cellphone, and pressed one of the quick dial combinations. "Hellooo... It's me, yours truly, Hana-chan! Yeah, I will be needing the big van. No, they're pretty much alive, but there's five of them. Right. Yes, I'll send you the coordinates. Bye!" The medic smiled slightly as she typed the gps coordinates in the cellphone, before sending them back. "I just called for my scavenging van. I think I'll wait for it here. Sorry, A-chan, we're too many. And Hana-chan doubts the kids will want to separate themselves now. You can go ahead with Rinrin. Do some catchup in the meantime, like good ol' young sisters!" The medic announced, while smiling.	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.
43,876	1,203	7	1,379	5,159	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Rin The two older females of the group didn't seem to have any grudges against Rin, well as far as she could tell. Rin wasn't dead yet at least. Asoka had spoken to her but Rin didn't reply much to the girl, she only gave a short shake of the head when Asoka let out her thoughts about thinking they would be alone. Apparently Itsuki was also somewhere around here, well not that she really minded. It was not like she really formed a bond with him either. Asoka gave her a tight hug but Rin kept standing there like a ragdoll not really knowing how to react to it. Rin tilted her head a little when Asoka stopped halfway through her sentence, she silently stared at the girl as she appeared to be busy elsewhere at the moment. Rin tensed somewhat up as the loud sound filled her ears. What was this feeling, she felt uneasy around Hana. Was she always like that? So clingy and happy all the time. Her voice like a scratched chalk board pulled Rin's attention away from Asoka and stared right at Hana. With Asoka still clinging to her she couldn't escape the terror named Hana too. The warm hug embraced her and she could do nothing else than trying to wriggle out of it. This was starting to get annoying. The chest of Hana pressed against her face like it wanted to kill her. Her eyes widened a little feeling how soft it was. It was really trying to absorb her! Rin rebelled against the hug and struggled to get out as hard as she could. She was choking, she couldn't breath, her survival instincts were starting to kick in. Hana let go of the two of them and Rin immediately gasped for air. She gave a few short light pants and seemed to be fine again. Asoka had started walking with her arm around Rin and Hana at their side walking lightly with them. Hana gave a short explanation on the situation at the moment, Rin gave a short nod at her as her voice crackled. "I see..." Asoka opened the door and helped Rin into the car. Rin didn't really understand why she had to go with them but she didn't mind. She knew these people and it might be interesting to hear about their stories. Rin kept glancing into the mirror of the driver with sharp eyes not really trusting the person. Some young kids were to be trusted but some old man was too much for her. She remained glaring at the person in the driver's seat while the conversation outside went on.	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,877	1,203	8	2,089	1,978	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" "Not the talkative type huh? I can respect that." 'And it so happens to be convenient. The less they talk, the weaker my headache will be.' Rin wasn't resisting whatsoever, which was indeed a good thing, at least for Asoka. It'd be an obvious truth by now for Hana that such behaviors fared well with the little tyrant, individuals showing zero signs of confrontation or initiatives to take the spotlight. Not without her agreement, at least. Finally they would seem to finally be getting out of this overly humid rathole, heck she could swear she was feeling fungus grow into the warmer crevices of her body, such as her armpits. Don't get any wrong ideas. But no, Hana had to make this last even longer by making the remark that there wouldn't be any space for the whole pack. This prompted a very defined and rude roll of Asoka's eyes accompanied with an unrestricted sigh. 'For a medic, you sure aren't practical. Here goes me considering you as a reliable scalpel for random shit. For Christ's sake.' She would lift her hand as Hana was talking whilst gaining that upset look on her face, the same she had when she smacked that hand earlier. Everyone had to stop for a moment, because this wasn't going to work out, that's for sure. It didn't help that one of the kids, the other boy that didn't fling his Kagune around, had a not so pleasing tone either. Asoka tried to pull herself together and quickly find a solution that didn't involve some creepy van to carry kids of all people. "Hana, a van? Seriously? Care to paint 'free candy' on it too? As if the CCG ain't bad enough, we get the pedo squad too. Just ... Okay wait I have an idea." She walked up to the kids who were probably sick and tired of the endless machinations of the adults, her fingers brushing against her chin as she considered this idea of her's. After about three seconds, she ended up randomly pointing at the Takeshi kid for no apparent reason before opening her mouth once more. "Eenie, meenie, miny, moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if it hollers let it go, eenie, meenie, miny, moe!" Her finger ended up on Mii, in which a lot of irrational anxiety consumed her, as well as everyone else really for none of them knew what was going on. What did this mean? Was she going to kick one out? Kill one? Force one to drive? Well no, not really. Actually, all of this would be irrelevant as she would just grab Takeshi by the shoulder with her absurdly high strength and toss him over to Rin's thighs inside the car. "You're sitting on Rin's knees. The twins can sit on each other, and the remaining two can do the same. Hana, you sit shotgun, I'll sit on you. We're going morning-after-house-party-with-only-one-car-available-mode. Call me Buddha." A solution was found, everyone would be happy. They would probably break a law or two, but it would beat having a bunch of kids in a van. Even if they weren't caught, that'd just up the creepy factor. Asoka invited everyone to take their seats, glaring at Hana in particular. Asoka's impatience was something one shouldn't put to the test. Ever. "Wait, what the hell is this, Asoka? You think you can just bring a bunch of ... Oh fuck are they ghouls too?! Awwh fucking hell, you're pushing it. And at the third ward too?!" "Shut the fuck up. You're more of a pussy than my goddamn cat. I helped you steal this rig anyway. Consider this my fucking commission." The male driver, clearly a ghoul by his smell, looked to be in his mid twenties, at most his early thirties. Asoka knew him from university, and being ghouls, they evidently had their double lives clash. In what ways, that would be something she wouldn't just reveal when he's around. But in any case, after he response, all he did was give a begrudging pout before shaking his head and activating the ignition of his SUV. They would leave once everyone inside, and it would be up to Hana to guide them to her current lair.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,878	1,203	9	1,918	8,258	Takeshi Takeshi gave Hana a cold stare as she playfully admonished him, rather unamused by her statement. Who the hell was she to tell him what he could or couldn't say, even if it was just a jest. He might be going along with situation and grateful for the food, but that didn'st mean that he would let himself become a toy for this woman, or a subordinate for the short one. "Try it and I will bite you. That's a promise." He turned away, looking over the others as the adults bickered some more, before the tyrant suddenly pointed at him. Before he could say anything, she proceeded to go down the line, seeming to be trying to decide which one of them would be the victim of her latest scheme. As her finger landed on, Takeshi was ready to just tell her to fuck off if she tried to kick one of them out or whatever she had planned. So he was definitely caught by surprise when she suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder(What the hell is with that gorilla-like strength?) and tossed him into the van, where he landed on the quiet girl's thighs. He was quick to get up, turning to give the older woman a piece of his mind, but she quickly explained her plan to everyone, and he couldn't help but agree that it was the best way to fit everyone in. He closed his mouth with a grunt, going back over and sitting on the quiet girl's lap, not even looking at her as he stared out the car door window, eyes closed as a much more prominent blush spread on his face. He opened his eyes a little to look back at Rin, but shut it and turned away just as quickly, letting out a sigh of annoyance at the situation, feeling a bit uncomfortable at having to sit on the lap of a girl that he barely knew. "I'll call you something, alright." He muttered under his breath, hoping that they'd get a move on all ready, so he could get out of this awkward position already. This was going to be a long night, he could already feel it.	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
43,879	1,203	10	220	2,519	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa Hana looked at Asoka, eyes going a bit wide. Not because the admonishing, mind. That seemed on par with Asoka, but more like how willingly she was ready to forsake her sense of personal space to fit everyone in the car. Now that one, the doctor had not seen it coming. Perhaps she had judged her too hastily? Still, it seemed pointless to point out the hazards of cramming eight people in four seats, like flat tires, the police. Even more so if said car was, as Asoka let it slip, stolen. Ah well, I hope we don't have to kill some doves or police in the third ward. "Buddha-chan..." Hana said in a longing manner, upon hearing Asoka's comment. Well, she had asked to be called Buddha, and Hana obligued. At least she deserved that much, unlike the rude kid who had rebuked her with a biting threat. That one was a wild uncouth beastie. She entered with almost feline-like steps inside the car, all the while she was texting the same person who had asked to bring the van to abandon the plan, and carry on with whatever business it had. The driver seemed a male ghoul, which was possitively annoyed at the sudden ghoul child parade cramming his car. She gave him a friendly stare."Oh my, hello there, mister. You seem a reliable driver. I'm doctor Hana, eldest stepsister of your boss. But you can call me Hana-chan! Reliable guys like you are a rare sight nowadays... could always use more..." She let the words purposefully linger while beaming at him, as she waited Asoka to assume her position on top of her lap. Typing deftly in her cellphone as she hugged Asoka on her lap, in a way that it was reminiscent of the old days, when the teenager Hana took care of the younger kids whenever the Old Man wasn't around, she then showed the GPS map to the driver."So, this is Hana-chan's place. Can you take us there, mr Kaien? I'd appreciate that." Hana said in a rather demure, polite manner, in contrast to Asoka's aggressive straightforwardness. Her eyes then rested on the awkward piling up of the rear seats. "Are you guys fine there?" She asked, out of courtesy, before letting Kaien drive them to their destination.	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.
43,880	1,203	11	1,379	5,159	Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo Rin Rin blushed a little whilst looking away from her by the comment Asoka made. Rin rose her scarf a little over her mouth. "Well it really is... I think you can guess yourself..." Her crackling hoarsh voice slowly died down after having become softer and softer. Rin looked a little bit pained as she bit her lip. She really didn't have any good memmories thinking back about it. Rin remained looking out of the window of the car away from Asoka with a tad sad look on her face as Asoka went back to getting everyone in the car. The arrogant boy from outside just now was being flung into the car onto Rin her lap. Rin simply looked at him not flincing one bit. He wanted to give a good scold at Asoka for doing that to him but he desided not to instead and follow the leader her orders. As soon as he sat down onto Rin her thighs started warming up. It was a pleasant feeling. She stared at the boy for a bit and tried looking past him but he didn't seem for much conversation. She caught him looking at her and noticed his red face. He probably was still a bit shy at older mature woman! Rin looked down along her body but immediately looked away with a somewhat blank expression. The others sat down into the car as well. She looked at them all entering and particularly foccused on the boy and girl sitting next to her. The girl looked pretty cute and the boy didn't seem as arogant as the boy on her lap either. She gave a clearly forced smile at the two of them but turned away with a red blush and a somewhat down look being quite embarrassed for her own smile. She shook her head a tad and looked back at the back of the head of Takeshi turning her attention onto him again. She knew he was embarrassed already so why not make it much worse. She widened her arms and placed them around the boy his belly. She softly hugged him and kept him like that for a while. Her voice crackled back to life again. "I"ll be your seatbelt... I'm Rin-chan, nice to meet you."	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,881	1,203	12	2,089	1,978	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" 'No. Fucking. Way. I need her as my pet or something.' Her ego was more than satisfied from Hana's obedience and decision to go through with this otherwise rather niche joke. But they obeyed, a delightful surprise for Asoka who thought she would have to struggle in affirming her de facto leadership. Or at least an illusion of such control. She gave a final glance at the house that essentially built her, partially at least, realizing that maybe she wasn't paying the respects to such a treasure trove of memories. Moldy sure, but maybe coming back alone could bring some good to the little lady's mind. "Sister? That's new, Asoka. And she's not my boss." "Focus less on me and more on the road." "Whatever." Kaien seemed somewhat intrigued by Asoka's relationship with all these individuals, but a quick comeback from the little tyrant just turned him off completely. As she basically flipped off the driver, she installed her small bottom on Hana's thighs, making herself as comfortable as possible before resting her back against the medic. There seemed to be absolutely no issues with her practically lying on the older female, such intense physical contact. What changed from the previous attempt from Hana to touch Asoka would be that the latter would be the one calling the shots, the one demanding this. It was all a question of things going her way, and nothing else. Though, if we would be honest, this would most likely be the better alternative no matter who decided this. Peering over at the back through the rear view mirror, she noticed most didn't put their seat belts, heck Rin thought she could serve as such a thing. Now, as ghouls the need of such security wouldn't be as urgent, but it was common knowledge that ghouls were highly vulnerable to strong kinetic impacts. That and these weren't party animal young adults of all sizes, they were kids, and Rin may as well count like one. Considering obese abominations could fit in such modern vehicles, there'd be no excuse. "Yeeeaahh, noooo Rin, darling, put the seat belt on. I don't want to have infanticide as part of my resume for now." Speaking of which, she'd pull the belt on the seat Hana was sitting and passed it around herself to strap it correctly. They were a bit tight, but it didn't prevent this hug from the apparently caring adult. Asoka did seem quite indifferent to the act of gentle kindness however, as she immediately zoned everything out with her cellphone on and herself in texting mode. With absolutely no shame, she surfed through her texts while Hana could practically see everything without any backlash. Random pictures were being sent, many folders of photos taken could be seen, some more explicit with a lot of Asoka's skin exposed, some completely irrelevant to anything ever. By then, Kaien drove off as he nodded upon checking the GPS imagery. He didn't exactly know where it was, but reaching the ward was simple enough, even without the information given. As the SUV ventured through Bunkyo and quickly got into the peripheral highway, Asoka made herself at home with her boots now stripped off and her smelling socks exposed for everyone to smell. After stepping in such damp grounds, they were in for a treat. Kaien didn't seem to care, for he seemed focused on the sports commentary in his radio. Basketball, to be precise. She nonchalantly set them over the glove compartment. Like a princess in her kingdom, she expected no complaints from the others. "Oh man, I need a shower. A hot one. ASAP." She'd obnoxiously say out loud, expecting Hana to nod and confirm she'd have the best of showers, or even better, a hot tub. The reason why they were going to the clinic was practically forgotten by Asoka, the kids were just there because reasons. The trip wouldn't be too long, especially with a lot of Tokyo's residents being either asleep or out doing something that didn't involve tedious driving. One they penetrated the neon lights of the 3rd Ward, the bright colors were almost overwhelming compared to the quiet neighborhood of the ruined mansion and the dark highway. It was up to Hana to guide Kaien through the streets so they could finally get some place to chill. "Hey, where the hell've you been, Rin? I know this girl here's been playing doctor with ghouls and Itsukiwi's aiming for public enemy number one, but you? I don't know shit, honestly." She inquired, passing the time as Kaien drifted through the encumbered streets. He was feeling a little tense too, for he was sure he had seen at least three CCG employs in a single street. Luckily for him, the tinted glass of his SUV prevented any suspicious eyes from venturing toward them.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,882	1,203	13	220	2,519	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa Hana looked at the back, lifting an eyebrow at the lack of response. "I'll take that as a yes. You folks seem pretty tired." The medic finally chimed, before her attention was drawn to Asoka's attempts to use her as comfort ride. She gasped a bit when the younger adult leaned against her while fastening the seatbelt, and wiggle herself in her thighs. It was getting a little tight and uncomfortable, but Hana made no sound nor movement to denounce said fact. Well, maybe one comment. "You sure love to be spoiled, Buddha-chan." Hana cheered before planting a small kiss on Asoka's head, much like a mother or an elder sister would have done. She didn't even bother to react to Asoka's spicy photos and miscellaneous texts she was sending. Two more prompts caught her attention, first the annoyed voice of Kaien which had been promptly shut up by Asoka, and then the raspy voice of Rin trying to emulate a seatbelt with the rude kid on her lap. The parallels drawn to Hana and Asoka almost made Hana chortle slightly. "She's right, you know, being ejected of a car is not fun even for a ghoul." She added. Asoka's gesture about needing a shower, and suddenly removing her boots, exposing the smellbomb underneath made Hana crinkle her nose somewhat. "That you will have. Hana-chan has smelled rotten animal carcasses better than this." She pondered briefly grabbing the socks and throwing them out of the car, but that would not be very polite towards her stepsister. She decided to focus on her remark about Rin, and not let the smell vex further. "I heard she runs errands." She said out loud. The lights of the third district opened forth and right around her, and her companions. Some in awe, some in dread, but they probably provoked a reaction in most of the occupants of the car. Hana looked at the driver, Kaien. He was handling it very well, considering the circumstances. "Yeah, turn right here, Mr Kaien. We're heading to Roppongi Hills" Hana said. "Such a hostile, bright, inhospit ward, yes? But know, mr Kaien that sometimes, in the deserts there are wonderful oasis." She then pointed to a four-store building, a little aside from the main roads and nightclubs raves. It looked worn, but well maintained. It still had bright neon lights, but the content it alluded was rather different compared to their surroundings. "And there it is, my clinic. All four floors are mine, in fact. I still make it bear the old doc's name. Sakura Clinic. My little oasis." Hana beamed to the occupants, as she smiled thinly. "To answer your question, mr Kaien... The Mercury, Rinrin and Hana-chan are sisters who grew up under the same roof thanks to an old man. And the same building we found these kids. Thus what Hana-chan considers home, is also home for everyone who shared her roof." She added. It was then when she put a slightly more serious tone in her voice. "Just bear in mind not many ghouls can be employed on a clinic. Most of my staff, in the first floor, are humans. And I'd appreciate if you didn't spook or try to ate them. Finding replacements is a bother."	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.
43,883	1,203	14	1,379	5,159	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Rin The two in the front didn't seem as pleased with Rin acting like a seatbelt for Takeshi. Rin gave a small pout and gave the seatbelt to Takeshi so he could wrap it around them and fasten them into the seat belt. Rin mindlessly stared out of the window staring at the scenery passing by them. She was only trying to fluster the boy a little but it wasn't appreciated by her two older sister in the slightest. Well whatever, Rin was pretty used to it by now. The change of subject made Rin jolt a little, they were gonna talk about her life now? Dear god like it couldn't get worse. The rest of the old group seemed to have made it pretty far, well further than her at least. Doctor, number one enemy and own boss?! Oh hell no she was any better than that. "Assistant of the head post officer... nothing much really... I mostly walk post though..." She couldn't tell them about her free time... right? Would they get mad? She didn't know... Rin bit her lip a little as her expression became outright shy and sad. She decided not to pay any attention to it for now and start over when they were out of the car. The car stopped in front of a 4 floored building that didn't seem that out of ordinary. Rin quickly glanced over the building and soon opened the door of the car and unfastened the seatbelt so Takeshi could step out of the car and give her legs some blood circulation again. With some instructions from hana they were pretty much allowed to enter the building now. The only thing they weren't allowed to do was eat any humans nor bother them and that was all. It didn't seem that hard but knowing how ghouls can go crazy about their hunger. Rin looked at the children seeing if they looked scared and stood by their side if they didn't seem comfortable. Rin and the rest then proceeded into the building with Hana in the lead.	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,884	1,203	15	1,918	8,258	Takeshi Takeshi responded to a grunt, not feeling at all fine with this current arrangement, but not seeing any point in actively complaining about it. However, when he suddenly found himself being hugged from behind, hearing the quiet girl's crackly voice whispering to him, his back shot up ramrod straight as he tried to protest, his red rather flushed as words tried to from, but all that came out was inane gibbering. A few giggles and chuckles could be heard from the other kids at seeing there siblings discomfort, which only increased when Takeshi turned his eyes to them, trying to look as intimidating as possible, but failing miserably due to the fact that his fact was still rather red. "I'm sure Takeshi is doing more than fine right now, right Mii?" Kazuya chuckled, only to quickly dodge out of the way to avoid a swing sent his way by Takeshi, who was trying to break out of Rin's grip(which probably tightened at this point) in an attempt to smack his brother in the head. "I'm going to fucking kick your ass, Kazuya, just you wait." "Sure you are, Takeshi, sure you are." The slightly older boy's tone drove Takeshi into more of a frenzy, but he was quickly shut up by Asoka's demand for seat belts and the sinister stench of her feet. He reluctantly obeyed, muttering something under his breath about how something must've had died in those shoes. Soon after, they had arrived at the clinic. No sooner had the door opened that the horde of kids stormed out, Mii and the twins taking a step back to keep out of the way of the inevitable scuffle. Kazuya was already out of the car, and had to avoid a tackling charge from Takeshi, who had basically leaped at him. Kazuya then proceeded to try and get Takeshi in a head lock, but Takeshi was able to get out of it and then took his brother to the ground. Thus the fight continued until someone decided to stop it, with Kazuya always try to catch the raging Takeshi instead of returning a punch, obviously used to dealing with these kinds of things before.	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
43,885	1,203	16	2,089	1,978	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" "Huh? Whatcha said now?" Carried away by the various distractions provided by her little communication tool, she didn't grasp the minuscule jab inflicted to her by Hana. What she did grasp however was this out of place kiss on her head that just left her more cringed than actually charmed. Her eyelid twitched, trying to figure out what was up with this girl. 'Weirdo.' Was the word that lingered in her mind upon realizing just how strange Hana was after just an hour of meeting her. While Itsuki was at the level of having Vietnam war flashbacks air to him, this one just got all touchy and goofy for no reason. She then made some metaphor about how her place was an oasis in a desert of shit that is the third ward. All that prompted would be Asoka rolling her eyes at the overly whimsical description of her otherwise normal looking clinic. The plus side would be that if one were to get bored, the many clubs and pubs nearby would serve as great distractions. "Oh my, have you found the Lost city of Atlantis in the shitty slums of Mumbai too?!" She put on a fake expression of surprise and enthusiasm when replying with maximum level of sarcasm. But it didn't end there, to reply adequately to Hana's compulsive desire to share her's and mostly Asoka's life to Kaien of all people like some sadistic grandma talking about all the embarrassing times of the kids to strangers, Asoka slid her body downwards so she would lift her feet in the air and push the against Hana's face. Now she was getting the full force of foul smell she so liked to point out. "Hey Hana, put a sock in it already. Get it?" With that joke out of the way, the car finally stopped on a nearby parking spot. Rin also exposed her own career path, which only caused Asoka to lift an eyebrow. Not because of the prestige of the position, but rather because it was the Post Office of all places. Before replying, she'd slide her boots back on so she could step out of the now overheated car since there were that many people in it. Quickly grabbing the umbrella she left in the vehicle's trunk, because walking around with it in Bunkyo was making herself a little too conspicuous, especially in the evening. She'd then address Rin directly. "Post office? Really now? 'Cause I have a few complaints. First and foremost being that "No Spam Mail" means what it frickin means. Are the employees there retarded or something? Every week I get shitty ads for shitty restaurants that serve shitty meals I can't even eat. Shit." She ranted without any shame or desire to cover up that last part, especially in Minato of all places. Then again, she could just use the human excuse of being allergic to peanut sauce or something stupid like that. She stretched her back a bit before peering over at the flock of children they had brought over. Now she remembered why they were here, and she didn't feel anymore enthusiastic about it. With a condescending look, she'd smack Takeshi's bottom with the end of her umbrella in order to stop their little slapping fight. Kazuya was going to get his dose too, just wait. "Alright little hamsters, shut the fuck up and kill each other when I'm not around, welcome to your new squat! Be careful of the crazy scientists trying to grab you for their crazy zombie experiments!" Purposely trying to spook them a bit, she even adopted a ghastly voice to add some effect to it. While most were generally unfazed considering what they've lived, one of the twins hid behind the other out of fear. The other stood adamant, but Asoka still felt pleased to have at least been relevant. And now, she marched in, expecting a quality tour from the owner as well as those promised showers.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,886	1,203	17	941	3,112	Takumi Minamoto - Stranger in a Familiar Land 5th Ward, Ruins of the Hayasori Mansion As he neared his destination, Takumi became increasingly aware of the sound of his own damp footfalls on the rain-soaked sidewalk. Every step forward made him grow more and more ambivalent, and every rumpling swing of the convenience store bag at his side was a tick of the clock counting down the seconds. As he advanced, his eyes traced the familiar-yet-unfamiliar sidewalk by the light of the streetlamps, the flash of passing cars, and the congregate glow of neon signs off in the distance. He was almost there. Whether that was good or bad, he didn't quite know just yet. "It can't be helped," the brown-haired youth sighed as he anxiously scratched at the back of his head. At any rate, Takumi had been putting this off for far too long. Ever since he'd arrived in Tokyo, he'd been making a conscious effort of staying away from here. Unfortunately, there was a nagging voice at the back of his mind that kept urging him to continue homeward. Worse, the voice sounded like the old man's. Although Takumi Minamoto did not consider himself a sentimental person, it seemed that even he had to acknowledge that any visit to Tokyo would be incomplete without a pligrimage here. Despite his reluctance, he would be disappointed, but admittedly not surprised, if all this trouble was for naught, and the mansion had been torn down and replaced by some enterprising company. Although that did bring up the troubling question of what exactly he would find if it was still standing. 'Whatever's waiting for me, I'm here now,' he shrugged, turning the corner and coming face to face with the dilapidated form of his former home. It seems that though the years were many and the hand civilization moved ever closer, the old thing was still as indelible as ever. The smell was a bit different though, and by that, he meant that it smelled like shit. The dank stench of rot and decay overpowered the petrichor-scented air. 'Looks like someone's been here recently,' he noted, eyes falling on the faint vestiges of wet prints leading out of and in to the house. For a few more moments, he regarded the signs of life with his trained eyes. He noticed the vastly different print sizes. It appeared that there were more than one "someone"s that had been here. Tucking that information into the back of his mind, he moved closer to the house and sat himself down on the front step. Now the butt of his pants were wet, but it was no skin off his back. He hadn't packed - or even owned - an umbrella anyway, so there really wasn't much of a difference from the rest of his clothes. He set the small plastic bag down beside himself, placed his hands on his knees, and just stared outwards like an old dog. While he was confident he could handle himself against a few ghouls, he wasn't much in the mood to fight right now, and if it was CCG... 'Best make this quick,' he decided, reaching into the bag and removing a can of coffee. Wordlessly and with a somewhat amused expression playing at his lips, he cracked open the can and raised it into the air, as if he were giving some kind of toast. "Here's to you, old man." And he poured it out on the walkway, like some kind of low-budget, ghoulish libation. He set the emptied can back into the bag, pulled out a new one, popped open the tab, and took a swig. As he sat there drinking, Takumi watched the rain wash away his liquid offering. He took the can from his lips and swished it around in front of himself. "...Yeah, that's enough I'd say," he mumbled, despite the can still having quite a lot more than half of its contents left. Truthfully, he'd never been one for coffee, and even after being rendered unable to eat anything but that and flesh he could never stomach the taste. He sat up from his seat, did his best effort at wiping his pants off (to no avail, of course; at least he had extras in his backpack), and began heading away from the mansion. After making distance, he stopped and looked back at the house one last time. "..." He shook his head and continued on his way, deeper into the city. To be frank, he had no particular plan in mind (which wasn't all that surprising if one knew who he was). Shelter was a good place start as any, given the time and the weather. Unfortunately Tokyo was a lot less spacious in that regard. It seemed that every abandoned building or warehouse already had tenants, and unless he wanted to stay overnight at a love hotel, the prices would bleed him dry long before he could do anything productive. Of course, he'd also heard rumors of places that harbored ghouls and handed out free food, just like the mansion had. Shame none of them were supposedly in this ward, though. That was no problem; as late as it was, there still should've been a train or two left doing their rounds. 'No harm in checking,' he thought as he stepped down into a nearby metro station. 3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic After arriving at and exiting the station in Roppongi, it took a moment for Takumi's eyes to adjust to the contrast between the sudden neon radiance of Minato special ward and the dark of night. While he had come here pursuing a rumored ghoul sanctuary in the middle of the CCG territory, unfortunately this district was as precise as the rumors got. For good reason, he suspected: the 3rd Ward was a veritable suicide ground for ghouls, after all. If this place did exist, the person running this gig was either a mastermind or the biggest fool in Tokyo. He hoped for the latter, but acknowledged that he couldn't afford to be picky if he wanted a roof over his head. 'What was this place called again?' Takumi thought, walking along the streets and looking at neon signs as he passed, 'Lily Clinic? Garden Clinic? Sakura Clinic? Was it even a clinic, or was it a love hotel like that other guy said?' Speaking of which, he'd passed by a few of those earlier, but none with a name that rang any bells. 'I'll just keep a look out for flowers, then.' After a few more blocks, he arrived in front of a four storey building with a floral-themed name. "Oh. I get it now," he mumbled as realization dawned on him upon closer examination of the external appearance of the building. It looked like a love hotel (and may have been one), but it was definitely a clinic. Or maybe just an elaborate, nurse-themed love hotel. But whatever it was, this was as good a time as any to finally get out of the rain. So that he did. "...!" If he had to compare what he was currently experiencing to something, it would be mental static. Takumi's expression of disbelief slowly contorted into a wide, sincere grin. The sterile smell disconcerted him, but not enough to make him care. A fateful encounter such as this was far beyond what he'd been expecting from a jaunt to some random's safehouse. Inwardly, he was screaming. But in a good way. "Shit, I didn't expect to see you guys here!" he exclaimed, pulling down the wet hood of his jacket. Before saying anything else, he crinkled his nose and direct his eyes to the children. He took the opportunity to give a friendly wave to the kids as he thought, 'Definitely ghouls, but the resemblance isn't close enough to be biological... Does that mean adoption, kidnapping, or rescue?' This was supposedly a safehouse, so he figured it was the latter. Besides, he couldn't imagine anyone of the group having kids this old unless they'd been up to some very shady things under the old man's watch. Though speaking of the old man... Takumi regarded the scent again. 'I see,' he thought, mentally connecting the dots. "So, uh, why'd you bring the kids from the house?" he asked worriedly, his grin faltering a bit, "Is everything alright?" ...Fortunately it was a clinic, or that might've seemed suspicious.	Name: Minamoto, Takumi Age: 22 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise CCG Rating: B~ CCG Title:Tengu Vigilante Ghoul Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get". And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility. RC Type: Koukaku Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan. Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point. Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that. As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts. Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him. After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people. Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee. While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget. At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?" Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was. For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction. But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence. So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers. He returned to Tokyo a few days ago. Other:Character Theme Color code is #E34234
43,887	1,203	18	1,918	8,258	Takeshi Asoka's intervention was met with Takeshi turning to give her a glare, only for this to lead to him getting pinned by Kazuya, the older boy tackling him and holding him down in a headlock. Takeshi would continue to struggle for a bit, before finally giving in, causing Kazuya to rise up with a somewhat smug look on his face, his hand reaching down to pull his brother up. Takeshi clicked his tongue at first, but soon accept Kazuya's help, grabbing his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. No sooner had he done so did the group gain the attention of another ghoul, who apparently knew the adults who had picked them up. Another Sibling? He thought, giving the man a suspicious glare as he once again but himself between the newcomer and the rest of his family, only to get smacked up the head by Kazuya, who gave him a 'Stop that'. Takeshi returned the look with one of his own, his saying 'screw off', but he did calm down a bit . . . though he did flip his brother the bird in his frustration, who just ignored him with a sigh, shaking his head at his little brother's antics.	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
43,888	1,203	19	220	2,519	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa Hana let out a dejected look at first, finding herself victim of Asoka's vitriol once more. You know, you impertinent little brat, I was trying to be nice. No need to shove me your bacteriological weapon albeit lovely foot on my face. Rin's younger than you and she's more mature.. However, she quickly recomposed her face, obviously weathering the blow with grace and dignity. "Waah, A-chan, that's mean ~!". Hana squeaked so slightly upon the gesture. It did warrant a reaction. Just simply staring stoically at the foot would not do it. Allowing herself to stretch slightly still in her jogging sweatsuit, she contemplated how Asoka had decided to make japes about Rin's job. Any work is good, considering we, as a whole are not likely to find many jobs.. Her sight immediatly rested on the boy's scuffle, and resisted the urge to facepalm. It didn't look serious, and even bystanders would just turn their heads away, as long as they kept it to the fists and not their Kagunes. Fortunately, the fight died as soon as it had started, although she wasn't sure if Asoka's attempt at being creepy had something to do with it. It just needed a good finisher. Hana knelt beside Mii and the twins, resting her arms in the children's shoulders. "Boys...my sweeties. They never learn. Getting into fights is not a sign of strenght or bravery, it's a sign of being dummies. And we don't like dummy boys, don't we? What girls appreciate is reliability. Besides, Take-kun... I might be mistaken, but...if you want Rinrin to be your oneechan you must know that she likes peace and being quiet." She stood upwards, raising an index finger. "Alright, let's go in straight to my house in the fourth floor, being abandoned is an ordeal...huh" Hana stood there frozen, as a new person entered the premises. That smell...between ghoul and human. A CCG investigator and the quinq- no, wait... I remember this one. It's... "Takkun!?" Hana let out a soft gasp. Now that was a curve ball she wasn't expecting. Takumi was probably one of the most fascinating protegees' of the old man. She didn't know the specifics, but he had a human upbringing, and Hana always stuck to him whenever the old man wasn't around to pester him with questions, and he was always willing to follow his big sis antics, once he had been brought out of his shell. Hana forsake her previous intention, as she opened her arms wide, and ran towards Takumi, beaming a smile under the hood she was wearing. "IMMA EAT YOU!" She yelled, as she tackled Takumi, all overexcited. Her legs firmly clamped around his waist in a deadlock as her mouth went for his tender neck... ...Only to produce farty sounds with her lips on Takumi's neck. All the tension, and all the worries of a masquerade breaching quickly dissipated in one of the silliest ways imaginable. Hana giggled as she then faced Takumi, face to face."Where have you been? No, scratch that, you're alive!". It was then when she leaned towards Takumi's ear, her voice soft, but with a solemn tone in her whisper." Fifth ward is going to be a battlefield and they lost their guardian. Have you tracked us down? Depending on your answer...I might have to...take action." She commented, as she let Takumi go of her grasp, her semblance serious for a moment before quickly reassembling in a smile.	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.
43,889	1,203	20	1,379	5,159	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Rin Rin's hug had flustered Takeshi quite a bit which made the other kids giggle. Rin felt good knowing that these kids could still laugh after everything they possibly had been through. The other brother was teasing Takeshi which he couldn't ignore of course due to his personality but Rin did not go in on it any further and left them be to figure the rest out themselves. Out of the car the raging of the two kids went on with the rest of the group being more calm. Asoka had continued the conversation between her and Rin but she didn't seem pleased with Rin's answer in the least. Rin jolted back a little and looked the other way instead of at Asoka. Rin squinted her eyes a bit and lowered her mouth behind the scarf as her muffled voice sounded. "I'm sorry... But I don't think that is our doing... It occurs sometimes that certain restaurants are giving sales... They hire people to post those ads at every house..." Rin bit her lip a little grabbed for her neck squinted her eyes closed and turned her whole body away from Asoka in one motion. She coughed a few times covering her mouth with her empty hand and wiped the spit onto her jacket. Rin opened her eyes in a glare looking slightly back behind her at Asoka. "S-sorry" Rin regrettably stared down at the ground having turned completely silent. At that moment a new person had shown up, what was he doing approaching such a big group of ghouls? Rin didn't act any diffrent then before since she had gotten pretty used to acting like her usual self after having worked in the inner district's for such a long time. No, he wasn't a ghoul but neither was he human she could tell by the smell this person was something mixed. But there was something more to it, he smelled fairly familiar but she couldn't put her tongue onto it... Rin had turned her body around by now at the person and simply stared at him with her quite aura pointed right at him. She only knew one person that was like this. It was clear he was diffrent then the others by the experimenting they had done on him but she just couldn't believe this was the same person. Rin clearly remember him looking diffrent. He had grown so much over the years, to him Rin must have not looked any diffrent then before. She was already small back then and it hadn't changed much after the years. Rin never took any photos of the others thinking it was a rude thing to do without asking. It was kind of regretable she didn't do it back then though. Rin didn't greet him or even stayed to welcome him, she was quiet as always as she walked inside of the building. She slowly walked up the stairs to the top floor and made her way into the house by going round the outside of the house and entering via a slightly opened window. Rin took of her shoes in the frame of the window and put them down against the wall while stepping onto the floor. Rin took a quick look around the house of Hana and took her own place in the corner of the living room sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees and her face burried behind her arms and knees. She felt done fot today, it was time to rest.	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,890	1,203	21	2,089	1,978	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" Rin's response didn't display a lot of confidence, actually it was the complete contrary. That wouldn't fair well with her relationship with Asoka in the future, for this little opportunist would be completely merciless in exploiting such weaknesses. There wouldn't be any Machiavellian expression on the little tyrant's face, actually she'd be completely callous and unfeeling to the whole thing, raising an eyebrow before replying with a simple: "Uh-huh." The issue was resolved, the post office wasn't to blame, even if one were to expect them to be the progenitors of such cancerous practices. The idea of Rin's weakness would be put aside for now, since Asoka was just craving a shower at this point. But the cockblock occurred and someone emerged from the shadows, again. 'A challenger appears?' Asoka rolled her eyes. It got kind of old after Hana and Rin made their appearances right out of the blue, now it felt like a rehashed season of some American TV series. What was next? The old man would return as a Cyborg from the future to warn them of an evil island that will kill them all? Asoka's creativity was indeed rather large, despite her authoritarian and rather controlling mindset, but it didn't prevent her from asserting the current situation. It'd be easy for her to make the same conclusion as the others, some weird mix of ghoul and human to leave even the most seasoned of hunters confused. The smell was a little too distinct to forget. But there lied a small problem. She could only remember that smell from that individual, nothing else. Actually, one must consider that Asoka was about ten when they broke off, as such her memory can't always be the best when upon growing up so much the past years. Well, mostly in terms of age and not size. The smell emitted from this young man was just a trait so powerful in him that it essentially took over all the memories she had of him. As such she could only rely on Hana's "Takkun" to at least get a hint of what it was. No luck there, so many names started with 'Tak'. At this point, she was getting cranky, and just wanted in the building, out of the rain. "Okay, okay. Itsukiwi, Hana-Banana and Rindigo are all back in my life, and so are you, erm ... Takkun. Huzzah! Mazeltov! Release the Kraken! Now can we pleeeaaase go inside? We can rant about Americans or something in the waaaarm." And with that, Rin immediately went into the building. That was a bit rude, but Asoka's eyes widened in illuminating hope upon seeing such a courageous and gutsy action from the reserved one of the group. She'd even wag her finger at the little female's direction while nodding her head in completely approval. As for the nicknames, they just sounded good at the moment, that and it suddenly became a competition with Hana for some reason. "See? See?! Rindigo has the good idea, let's take that as an example! Noooowww, if you could just tell me where the showers are, heck if you have a bathtub I'll call you Captain for a week." The little bitch marched into the clinic, her umbrella twirling around her wrist like a fan, such a walking disaster anyone could see would only lead to trouble if they were to stand in her way.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,891	1,203	22	941	3,112	Takumi Minamoto - Familiar Faces 3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic If someone were to describe the reaction of the high-spirited 22-year old, they would only need one word: embarrassed. Possibly followed by the words "as fuck", if additional description was required to properly convey the tomato-redness that had come over Takumi. As far as public displays of affection went, this wasn't at all what he'd been expecting. Indeed, it was far too brazen for someone as maiden-like as him. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, a woman's mouth on his neck, and most damning of all, the noise. He would have actually been more comfortable if she had taken a bite out of his neck. At least that was something he was trained to deal with. And Hana wasn't even the only one making odd noises; something between choking and sudden laughter blurted from his mouth in a staggered, half-restrained cadence. Truly, this was not a graceful situation. But on the brightside, he didn't fall over onto his back. So at least he had that going for him. Fortunately, his discomposure didn't last too long. He quickly returned to his senses after coming to terms with the overwhelming situation, and returned Hana's affections with a tight squeeze - in the hugging sense of the phrase, of course. "Ah, that's kind of a long one," Takumi replied sheepishly, "And not really okay for a place like this." He did his best to gesture around the area with nods of his head. In doing so, his eyes met the quiet teen regarding him with her silent stare. As far as he could recall, the dark-haired girl was always quiet. As a result, he'd never gotten much else of a read from her. In his earlier days, this was a godsend. After mostly growing from his prejudices and trying to form connections, it was frustrating. But he could understand reticency, and couldn't hold such a trait against her. He raised his hand and gave a silent, good-natured wave. He wasn't much phased by her cold greeting, it seemed. 'I suppose some things don't change,' he thought as he saw the introvert retreat into the recesses of the clinic. In contrast, the reaction from Asoka was a far cry from what he'd been expecting. He supposed that that was simply a natural turn of events, considering her relationship with their long-deceased caregiver. But what really got his attention was that first name. 'So Itsunii's alive and kicking too, then,' he noted. Based on his behavior, Takumi would've pegged his "older brother" as the "live-fast-die-hard"-type of ghoul. So it was a relief to know that the CCG didn't turn him into a nice suitcase. "I don't see why not," he agreed, "Nice to see you too, by the way." Like Asoka, Takumi also wanted to get his hygeine on. He'd gone far too long without a proper shower and a period of rest. '...She's going to hurt someone like that,' he thought, watching her swing her umbrella into the building. When Hana leaned in, Takumi prepared himself for another onslaught of strange noises and equally odd sensations. Fortunately, the excitable woman took the opportunity for a query that had the action justified by its sensitive nature. That said, it called to mind something he'd much rather not think about at the moment. Best to eliminate this line of thought as soon as possible. Before answering Hana's question, he did his best to flatten out the wrinkles in his clothes. Then he looked up to face her, now free from her grasp. "Coincidence, actually," he responded with a careless shrug, "It's a funny story." He paused, thinking of how to sum his experience up properly. "I was drinking at the old house, saw some wet prints, realized it was getting late, caught the last train, chased a rumor or two... Now I'm here. The end." On second thought, that wasn't a very funny story. Oh well. "Now that that's said, I'm heading in too," he continued, "Care to show the kids and me around, nee-chan? I think the one giving me the stink eye is itching to get some R and R."	Name: Minamoto, Takumi Age: 22 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise CCG Rating: B~ CCG Title:Tengu Vigilante Ghoul Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get". And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility. RC Type: Koukaku Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan. Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point. Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that. As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts. Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him. After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people. Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee. While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget. At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?" Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was. For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction. But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence. So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers. He returned to Tokyo a few days ago. Other:Character Theme Color code is #E34234
43,892	1,203	23	220	2,519	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa "Good, Takkun." answered Hana in a curt manner, her attention suddenly drawn at the two impatient fellow female ghouls who had taken the initiative to already trudge into her clinic like they owned the place. I oughta teach those two a little of pattience and manners. She added, clasping her hands to tend of both twins and made signals to Mii-chan and the other two kids to follow. The automatic sliding doors opened revealing the full spectacle of a bunch of wounded human flesh, and in the middle, a ghoul undertone. The mousy, pink bleached petite receptionist had also picked the scent of the other two female ghouls who had trudged inside the clinic, and that had made her more fidgetty than usual. She looked at her employer, Hana, unsure what to do. "u..u...miss, you can't...go...uhh...there!" She addressed the umbrella maniac, obviously with a trembling, intimidated voice. She also positively blanched as she eyed Takumi, probably thinking the clinic would be overrun by strong ghouls in any moment. "Don't worry, Yoko. They're personal acquaintances. I bumped accross them" Hana smiled at the receptionist. Other staff members could be seen around, shuffling, and nodding at the supposed owner's voice, before continuing. Most of them had earrings, scars and tattoos, probably coming from rather unsavoury backgrounds."Takkun is with me aswell, and um... we found a bunch of lost kids. Rather weird night to jog." Hana chuckled so slightly, waving the awkwardness of the situation. "Do tell Shen and CB that I might get a little busy..." The receptionist nodded sagely, and scrambled a few moments before resuming her work, Hana strutting towards where Asoka was. And someone had, besides the weak yelp of the receptionist. The medic on duty. He was a rather tall middle aged man, with a toned constitution and a shaved scalp. But what set him apart were his dark, piercing eyes and a rather unnerving expressive smile in his face. "She's right, you know. I am afraid waggling that umbrella will spread germs accross the other floors... and those are for the surgical equipment and select personal." The human looked down on the petite little tyrant ghoul. "It could mean rather hefty material and personal cost..." He said, crouching so slightly, his voice whispering in Asoka's ears."I wonder if your kakuhou would cover it in the black market." The doctor said, before retracting and smiling. "Ah, chief, Hello... those are your acquaintances, yes? Welcome, welcome! I'm doctor Shen! And now if you excuse me I have a shift to finish... and um... is it too late to ask for a rise in pay, Hana...chan?" The medic added, a shit eating grin plastered across his face as he belittled his boss in front of everyone. "I'll think about it." Hana said, before producing a ornate, secure key and opening the rather large elevator, ushering everyone inside. "Fourth floor, here we go. The first and second floors are for normal people. And the third is for...guests who appreciate privacy, and are still human..." Hana blurted when the doors closed unto the group. After a short while the doors opened, offering a rather eerie display of old felt and tasteless decoration. The fourth floor was still pretty much a love hotel in structure, save the reformed room of the end, Hana's own dwelling. On the plus side, there were showers and rooms for everyone involved, if they wished to take a nap. "Hana-chan really needs to change the decoration of the floor someday." She announced as she began walking towards her room. "My room has the bathtub thou--- oh my' looks like Rinrin is a smart kitten who found the alternative ghoul entrance." Hana added as she smiled. "Knock yourselves out. I'll be...washing these two." Hana said to both kids, as she patted their heads."Mii-chan should help too! But Hana-chan thinks you boys can handle a shower by yourselves."	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.
43,893	1,203	24	1,918	8,258	Takeshi Takeshi ignored the newcomer, as he was much to busy glaring daggers at Kazuya, who simply ignored him as he followed the others into the building. This only further agitated the silver-haired ghoul, but he simply swallowed his pride and followed, not wanting to start another scene by attacking his annoying sibling again. As he walked in, he immediately noticed the creepy guy who seemed to be hovering around the Tiny Tyrant, and quickly decided to keep some space between him and them incase she decided o kick this guy through a wall of something, which he definitely wouldn't survive since he seemed to be a human, if what he smelt was correct. Thinking about smells, unfortunately, brought his attention back to the newest member of their motley crew, who smelled like a human, yet at the same time, smelled like a ghoul as well. It was weird, and he had half a mind to say as such, but thought better of it. No need to antagonize someone who was minding their own business. When they finally arrived at their destination, Takeshi simply clicked his teeth at Hana's comment, muttering 'No duh' under his breath, only to receive another smack upside his head from Kazuya. "Ow! What the hell Kazuya?" "Stop being an ass. Now let's go get you cleaned up already, you smell like shit." "Tch Says the one with Shit for brains." "Oh-no, that hurt my feelings so much. I can't keep up with your masterful combacks anymore Takeshi, they're just so clever," Kazuya said in a mockingly over-dramatic fashion, hand over his heart as he turned away from his sibling in mock hurt, before turning back around with a smug look on his face. "Now then, if you don't hurry up, I won't have to tell everyone about how y-" Takeshi leapt past his older brother before he could finish that sentence, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into the bathroom Hana had designated for them to use. The sound of arguing could be heard shortly after that, which quickly escalated into another fight from the sound of things, as the yelling got louder and things could be heard crashing into other things. However, they died down soon enough, and the sounds of showering could be heard coming from within.	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
43,894	1,203	25	941	3,112	Takumi Minamoto - Island in a Sea of Troubles 3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor 'This is no ordinary clinic.' That was Takumi's first thought upon passing those sliding doors and entering the clinic for the first time. 'And not in the sense that it's harboring ghouls, I'd reckon.' While he had little experience in the realm of civilian clinics, the young half-ghoul knew for a fact that the individuals staffing and patronizing this business were not of the standard variety. The professional establishments he'd visited rarely staffed a single rough-looking individual, but it seemed this clinic employed a vast majority of unscrupulous-looking folk. It made him slightly uncomfortable, to say the least. He was not intimidated, of course; if he was afraid of a few thugs, he would've been dead long ago. No, it was that he was surrounded by people who he would've been eating on any other day. There was also the possibility that his actions elsewhere could affect him here, but he'd already done what he'd done so there was little use in pondering the consequences. As they continued onward, Takumi watched a fidgety young ghoul attempt to get Asoka to stop her wanton umbrella twirling to no avail. He would've simply written that situation off as 'something that happened', if not for the girl's adverse reaction to himself. "...Eh?" A look of confusion flashed across the young man's face. In comparison to all the scars and tattoos out and about, he was pretty sure that didn't look all that intimidating by comparison. He didn't smell that bad, did he? With a somewhat worried expression, Takumi lifted the neck of his jacket and took a whiff of his own scent. It was... acceptable? '...Probably.' He was going to clean himself up soon, so he didn't much worry about that either. At any rate, his appearance seemed to cause her undue distress, so Takumi figured that an apology was in order. "Don't worry," he reassured, "We're not here to cause trouble or anything." Then they came across another figure on their road to relaxation: a guy. Just a guy. A completely, 100% human male. Despite his relative harmlessness, Takumi couldn't help but think badly of this person. It wasn't his appearance, which itself was rather creepy, but instead the inflections of his voice. Takumi compared it to a doctor that he used to know, and decided that if they ever met, those two would likely get along badly. He waved in greeting at the doctor nonetheless before stepping into the elevator to stand awkwardly with the rest of the now-extended family. A few long, camp elevator music-filled seconds later and they were at their destination. To be frank, Takumi lacked experience with using love hotels for their intended purpose. He did, however, have experience using them for cheap, temporary housing. Thus, he felt quite at home among the felt decor and discolored patches. 'I wonder if it's hard getting ghoul blood out of the floor,' he thought, aimlessly scanning his surroundings while Hana explained what was going on. "I mean, I hope so," Takumi blurted out at the end, not quite paying attention to what exactly he was saying. Now left with the two bickering ones, Takumi was left to ponder the mysteries of belligerent siblings, scrutinized their conflict with only the mildest of interest in his green eyes. He briefly considered the possibility that he should be doing his job as a legal adult and keeping these two from tearing each others' throats out. However, he ultimately decided against that. 'They're ghouls,' he thought, sidestepping the silver-haired youngster who was dragging his resistant comrade towards the bathroom, 'I'm sure they won't get hurt too badly if I don't interfere.' As if he were watching a boat leave shore, his gaze slowly followed the children's metaphorical cloud of dust as they carved a path of destruction into their designated room. The astoundingly cacophonous sounds he heard coming from that room made him think that "path of destruction" comparison was not entirely unfounded. Soon after, the chaos was replaced with the peaceful pitter-patter of showering. The brunet blinked twice, "...Well okay then." To avoid looking like a weirdo standing in the corridor all lonesome, Takumi headed towards one of the empty rooms to get his shower on.	Name: Minamoto, Takumi Age: 22 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise CCG Rating: B~ CCG Title:Tengu Vigilante Ghoul Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get". And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility. RC Type: Koukaku Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan. Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point. Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that. As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts. Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him. After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people. Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee. While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget. At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?" Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was. For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction. But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence. So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers. He returned to Tokyo a few days ago. Other:Character Theme Color code is #E34234
43,895	1,203	26	2,089	1,978	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Asoka "Mercury" "Huh?" Asoka's leisurely stroll through the clinic's corridor leading to the prized elevator would be interrupted by a particular staff member. Some big guy who thought it wise to get a little cheeky with his otherwise relatively harmless claim concerning Asoka's umbrella. Considering this clear threat as some kind of joke at first, the short ghoul peered at both directions to see if there wasn't some elaborate camera over there to catch her reaction. But all she was were people whom she swore had most likely worked with or against her in her 'side job'. 'Well damn, degeneracy plaza here.' Actually, the idea of her kakuhou being sold into the black market wasn't nearly as thought provoking as the idea of regular people coming here to be treated. Whether human or ghoul. Asoka's best guess would be that these people generally had their reasons to not go to a normal hospital or fancy clinic, whether it be by their financial situation or just shit life choices. In times like these she truly realizes just how good she was to be, well, herself. Now if only she could get a flock of ugly friends around her so she can be the prettiest and thus the best of the gang. It wouldn't quite cut it with her siblings, unfortunately. 'Now you bud, your day's coming. A little market research wouldn't hurt me either, and I've found my assistant.' The bizarre thing would be that Asoka's temper wouldn't be apparent here, at all. She was calm, and actually complied. She gripped the handle and stab the pointed end against the carrelage, putting a stop to her spectacle. It followed with an innocent smile and light giggle to enchant the man's rather mucky soul. It'd come to Hana's surprise that Asoka wouldn't react as stubborn as an ass, though such change in behavior in volatile creatures would usually be a source of worry. Once in the elevator, cramped with the rest barring Rin, she could've swore some just beefed in there. She did keep her mouth shut, however, as the pressing desire to bathe in hot water consumed her fully. Perhaps even be one of the reasons why she suddenly became so docile. When they reached the fourth floor, the aesthetics didn't really hit her that hard. Apart from the fact that love hotels were useful places to conduct 'business', her dorm she resided in last year before renting an apartment looked a lot like this. And by looked like it, it also included people screwing like bunnies every night. "And I'll be taking that. Knock if you need, okaythanksbye." She nabbed one of the keys in Hana's hand before making her way over to the corresponding door. The idea of a bath in the boss' room was tempting, and the way it was formulated made some intents clear enough, but not when the one offering still smelled like that ruined, moldy house. Asoka walked the narrow hallway and eventually found the room door she randomly chose. Room number Seven to be exact, a pretty lucky number if she were superstitious like most idiots in her circle of friends in the human life. Once inside, she'd close the door without locking it and felt impressed by how clean it was. Without a second to waste, she stripped herself of her somewhat expensive clothing, some LOOKING expensive. In the nude, she shamelessly abused of the hot water and let her bathroom get engulfed in steam. The little tyrant did waste about 35 minutes in there, dedicating only five minutes to actually cleaning herself, most of it was just her calmly enjoying the hot water. For a moment she thought of her cat, worried that she didn't feed it before leaving. 'Ehh, he can use the diet anyway.' When done, she'd dry herself off with a towel before laying completely exposed on her bed. Just lying there, almost in a vegetative state as she closed her eyes and letting her hair dry naturally. Though now swamped with a handful of things to deal with including these kids and Itsuki being the belligerent ghoul they've all heard about, all she could really think of was how many people had screwed on this bed before she claimed it for herself.	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 Umbrella -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. I am the lord and savior, blah blah blah. Other: Aiming for a Bachelor's in Statistics Has a cat named Poo Big fan of XCOM Theme:
43,896	1,203	27	1,918	8,258	Itsuki vs. Miyako, The Little Monster:Part One All the lifeless bodies, sprayed blood, and various detached limbs weren't worth much in the end. They knew nothing and apparently weren't worth the time of day for anyone else. They were all worthless hoodlums who were squatting in shack. They would have made excellent bait for a bigger fish if somebody cared about their hideout but it appears no one did. A shame, really, however this was but a start to the Little Monster's spree across her hometown. There were plenty of other fish in the sea, after all, but they can wait. What was another few hours of her watchful vigil. After about an hour, Miyako's patience paid off. A claimant, or at least someone who appeared that way, stepped in from the creaking doorway. She watched that somebody slipped into the warehouse from atop her perch on a steel beam. A man, tall. Reeked of ghoul. Visitor. Interloper. Target. A scratchy, male voice called to Miyako from the back of her mind. The phenomenon wasn't lost on the girl as she winced from her internal invader, but his presence has long been accounted for now so it came as no surprise. Besides, there were larger fish to fry as the labeled "interloper" wandered forward, deeper into the Little Monster's trap. Miyako continued her study of the man, sizing him up, but also waiting for the opportune time to spring her little trap. The man, clearly a ghoul now that he had his Kagune emerged from his back, was almost certainly connected with the rabble Miyako had slain earlier. Otherwise, there was no reason for him showing up. He was probably a higher up because he came alone, at least that's what Miyako could smell. So it made sense to not waste words with the man, because clearly a peaceful envoy wasn't going to happen. Besides, people were plenty more talkative when tortured anyway... All thanks to her "master's" teachings. So Miyako waited until the man was just beneath her and then aroused her Kagune and allowed her 'wings' to spread out behind her. She leapt from her perch and fell silently, closer and closer to her potential prey. At about halfway from the ground, she let loose a volley of crystalline RC cells, hoping to pepper the man before he even knew she was there. Itsuki had to give his attacker on thing, they were smart and knew how to hide themselves well. He barely had anytime to react to the attack, their silent movements and the thick smell of blood in the enclosed air keeping him from detecting her until she launched her attack. He leaped to the side, suffering from a few grazes as he turned his gaze onto the attacker, taking in her stance and Kagune as he readied his. Ukaku, eh. Annoying as hell, but I'm pretty sure that I can take her down quick if I can get in close, which is the hard part. That aside, given that she was just in a fight, she might just be a bit fatigued, so waiting until she tires out is also an option, though no preferable. Focus on getting in close and not taking damage, don't let her get the drop on you again. Focus. Breathe. Attack With nary a second of hesitation, Itsuki bolted forward, using on of his Kagune to grab on of the dead bodies, and throw it at his foe, more as a distraction than anything else, while his other Kagune would grab a second body, this time holding it slightly to the side to act as a shield against her ranged attacks if the need arises. He'd attempt to get in close and lash out with his free Kagune, the clawed tendril to sink itself in her flesh, followed by pulling her in for a solid punch to her throat, which would be accompanied by the kagune wrapped around his arm to burst out to add a deadly amount of force to the strike as well since he was aiming to end this quickly. Miyako's initial attack wasn't exactly the kill she wanted but a part of her felt delighted it wasn't going to be easy. Miyako landed just as the man tossed a chewed corpse towards her position. It was easy enough to duck under and Miyako fired a second volley of projectiles after recovering. Cleverly, the man used a second body to cover him as he approached so he was protected, but Miyako wasn't worried as the man closed the gap. She took a step back and braced herself for his attack... Once the man was in close, he swung his Rinkaku hoping to smash the girl but Miyako sidestepped it, slightly moving towards the man as she dodged the tendril. As if expecting it, the man threw a high punch but again, Miyako's speed and reflexes were enough to allow her to weave around the punch. Her counter would be swift at this point, however. She would grab onto the man's wrist and lift her mask only slightly to bar her teeth and then she'd try to sink her teeth into the man's forearm. While this happened, she would activate the RC drips from where she had fallen and been standing only moments ago. Several thin but long crystal spikes would suddenly emerge from ground beneath the man and while not all would be accurate, she predicted a few would pierce the man in several places. Following this up, she'd pull her mouth away, tearing flesh from the man's arm and fire a third volley from her Ukaku but this time at point blank. Itsuki grit his teeth in annoyance as he his opponent dodged his attacks, which was followed by a slight grunt as she went to bite his outstretched arm. However, instead of biting into the flesh of his forearm, she'd find her mouth beingade rather bloody by the jagged scales of his Kagune, which was still wrapped around his arm at the moment and protected him from the attack. Not so much the case for the spikes that suddenly shot up from the ground, as several found their way into his calves and outstretched arm. His Kagune, however, were free, as he'd begun to unravel the other three that were wrapped around his limbs as she dodged his other attack. So when she tried to retreat and fire at him with her Ukaku, he'd also with four tendrils, wrapping them tightly around her outstretched wings, the jagged edges of the scales ripping and tearing the membrane and hopefully preventing it from firing as they were slowly crushed, two tendrils for each wing. This would leave him with one final tendril free which he'd use to try and grab at her head, followed by him lifting her up and smashing her into a nearby steel beam, than throwing her down on to the ground a short ways away. With a pained grunt, he'd break the thin crystals as he freed himself, pulling them out with a pained hiss as he kept an eye on his foe. If there was a chance for it, he'd use one of his Kagune to pick up a spare arm, feeling like he'd need to feed on something to help him heal faster. As it was, he couldn't run or jump at the moment, and while he could feel his natural regenerative factor work a bit, he knew he wouldn't have much time before this crazy bitch attack again. That Kagune is annoying, he thought as he flicked his Kagune, trying to get all of the excess RC cells off them, feeling that they had something to do with those crystals that came out of nowhere. I hate fighting tricky Kagune like this. Makes everything annoying and complicated.	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
43,897	1,203	28	1,379	5,159	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Rin After about 5 minutes of silence the rest of the group entered the room too. Rin didn't seem surprised and some of them hadn't even noticed her small presence in the room giving of a slight saddening aura. Rin jumped a little when Hana suddenly mentioned her with a bright smile on her face. She was telling Rin did good? Rin was confused, wasn't she mad? Or did she mean it in a sarcastic way... Rin blushed and verted her eyes the other way. "S-sorry..." Rin didn't know if she should have apologised or not but she felt like it would be a better thing to do. Rin watched all their behaviour from her own spot and said no more. Asoka went into the bath as the two brother siblings started fighting and the others tried settling in. Rin wondered if the small once were hungry, it might have been hard to get food when they are this big. Rin never had gotten around needing to get food at such age. It was only when the old man died that she had to get her own food. She did learn it though but it was taxing to do so. Rin could be found glancing at at the others from time to time and would look down at the ground if anyone had noticed. She had no more input on any of the actions happening in the room seeing no need to do so in any way. She was an observer after all.	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,898	1,203	29	941	3,112	Takumi Minamoto - Rinquisition 3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor As much as he could understand the allure, Takumi was never much a fan of long showers. His years of living with many others, as well as his recent financial scarcity, made short military showers both a powerful force of habit and a necessity of life. That, and his aversion towards prolonged periods of purposeless stillness. Best to just it over and done with so he could get to better, more useful things. As a result, the young man was in and out of the shower in approximately the time it takes for a television commercial break to air its advertisements. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and began putting on the spare clothing he had with him, leaving his wet and dirty clothes in a pile next to his bag. He'd have to ask Hana where the washing machine was. He stepped out of the repurposed love hotel room with all the intention of going about completing that particular objective, only to hear the sounds of showers still emanating from various rooms; it seemed that the cost of early completion among a group was waiting for the rest. That didn't bother the half-ghoul too much; he was a patient enough person. Besides, he could use this time to rest and relax like he was supposed to. Takumi rubbed the bridge of his nose. As reassuring as it was, the thought of respite didn't sit as well as it ought to with him. Perhaps if he had a nice novel, a few puzzles, or a coloring book or something.... He sniffed the air. Among the scent of bathstuffs, there was still the smell of uncleanliness about, mixed with something familiar but subtle. He turned his head to the source, only to see his "littlest little sister" in a corner all by herself. By the look and smell of it, she hadn't opted to shower like the others. Convenient, as she had made herself so silent and still and small that he might have not noticed her otherwise. It was definitely fitting; he'd give her that. The middle-child recalled his youngest sister's earlier reaction to his appearance. Also fitting, but not at all satisfying in the least. Sure, she looked more or less the same as eight years ago, but there's no way she didn't change at least somewhat in the passing years. And with everyone else preoccupied showering or napping or helping people shower and nap, Takumi figured that this moment would be a good a time as any to catch up with Rin. Besides, who knows if he'd get the chance later? The Rin he knew was rarely the type of girl to just go out of her way to start the conversation. So with all the carelessness in the world, he approached the withdrawn teen, but rather than address her standing up and looking down, the brunet took a seat on the floor next to her. He was sitting in a similar position, with his back leaned against the wall, his knees bent, and his hands to his sides. It was like he was sitting in a peaceful meadow and not in the corner of a love hotel suite turned harbor house for ghouls. Something told him that simply starting to talk immediately might be a bit overwhelming; so Takumi waited for a few moments to pass in silence before speaking. "S~o~! Rin!" he began, tone casual and cheerfully nonchalant, "It's really been a long time, hasn't it?" He sighed and crossed his arms atop his knees, knowing exactly how unsubtle he was being with where he was going from here. Well, it's not like he or she could expect any different: he'd always been a bit too direct for a decent smalltalk lead-in. Leave the talking to the politicians and interrogators, and the work to... "Bah, like that's gonna go nowhere," he admitted. "I'll just be straight with you: What've you been getting yourself up to lately?" he asked, turning to face the girl directly but speaking more concernedly, "Life's been good so far, I hope? Eating well, staying out of trouble, having fun, and all that rot?"	Name: Minamoto, Takumi Age: 22 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise CCG Rating: B~ CCG Title:Tengu Vigilante Ghoul Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get". And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility. RC Type: Koukaku Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan. Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point. Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that. As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts. Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him. After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people. Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee. While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget. At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?" Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was. For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction. But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence. So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers. He returned to Tokyo a few days ago. Other:Character Theme Color code is #E34234
43,899	1,203	30	1,379	5,159	Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Rin There was definitely a difference between the times the boys and the girls took their showers, Asoka was in for the longest period of time with the small girls followed up after, she didn't know if Hana also took a bath together with the girls so it might had to do with the fact they were in for so long needing to wash 3/4 girls at once. The boys were in a shorter period though, the two younger once didn't take long but Rin was quite surprised with how short Takumi was in. Well she knew shorter and colder showers were good for the bills and the skin itself. It wouldn't be as dried up as that of Asoka right now. Well what was she suppose to care, if she would try to say anything to Asoka she might get mad or worse. Rin would just let the girl enjoy her bath. Takumi had apparently noticed her presence and started coming over towards her, Rin would quickly look away from him without any words. She didn't know the older brother too well yet he always seemed nice towards his siblings. He looked like the cool guy who would be able to talk to anyone and had not been shy in the least towards others. They didn't fit really together, she would just feel like a bother if she were to hang out with him. In the time she had been thinking back on him Takumi sat down next to her. He smelled nice. A sweet red blush spread over Rin her cheeks as she could feel the heat from Takumi against her. Rin kept staring in front of her with her chin against her knees not saying any word about his actions. It felt kinda nice having someone to be with you. She hadn't experienced this in a long time. Well apart from her colleagues sometimes spoiling her because of her height but that was it. Rin took a quick glance at Takumi without him noticing. He had changed a lot over the years, but there were still some remarks from back then shown on his face. In silence the two sat, it all seemed nice and peaceful as Rin had almost started forgetting about the time Takumi spoke. Rin's head shot up a little at his voice but she placed it against her knees again as his deep voice continued... She didn't know Takumi was just like her two sister. Seeing her as a cute little animal, well she didn't mind. Better than being called a pip squeak. It was as usual as any conversation she had so far. About her life and how she had been, well that wasn't to be suspected any different. It was a miracle if anyone would find a interesting topic to talk about with the biggest introvert of the group. Rin kept her gaze pointed at the floor as her soft voice crackled. "Y-yea... I rented an apartment... I have a job... nothing more interesting though... Colleagues sometimes ask me to go with them..." Rin blushed a little at the last sentence showing that she was quite happy with having some sort of friends at least. Otherwise she would be sitting in front of the tv or walking around somewhere outside with not much on her mind. Rin turned her face somewhat over to Takumi. "You...?"	Rin Makoto "The quieter you become the more you can hear" Age: 17 Gender: Female Height & Weight: 42kg/92lbs 150cm/4’9ft Sexuality: Bi-sexual CCG Rating: A~ Not much known about her and doesn’t appear as violent in any CCG reports as of known. CCG hasn’t seen Rin her Kagune yet, but every time they send people to investigate they don’t come back with anything useful. Or so to say don’t come back at all. CCG Title: Stalker Mask: RC Type: Rinkaku Bikaku Kagune: Both Rin her kagune are a deep dark purple color. The inner side of her rinkaku is a radiant glowing red and has small lines at the sides of the inner piece that are the usual color. She had a long flat tail that maintains the same width for the most part of her tail and grows smaller at the tip. The very tip of her tail ends in a point to penetrate enemies. Her tail can reshape at the end to an arrow like shape so it can inflict heavy bleeding damage when it has pierced through the body and is pulled back while in arrow form. Her tail wraps around one of her limbs acting like a huge spring to make the force she uses in one of her limbs way bigger. Rin also uses her tail to pull organs out of any living or no living creature via the mouth. Her rinkaku is shaped as 4 medium length kagune that maintains the same width over the whole kagune ending quite squared. At the ends is grows wider a little but is not seen as much noticeable. The kagune is fairly thin and is mostly used as light armour to protect herself when she is not in offence. The kagune folds around her main body as passive stance or freely floats behind her. She can use this offensively by slicing the enemy with it or gripping onto the enemy and crushing them in the kagune or against her body to a pile of dust. Both her kagune can be used as camouflage in the night or in a dark alley. She can also hang herself like a bat against the ceiling. Special Quirk: Rin had always had these gloomy glaring eyes she rarely has a smile on her face and doesn’t talk much. It had nothing to do with her parents or the people around her but instead she just hated the world she lived in. All this hate between ghouls and humans, it was sickening. Despites the world being bad nothing else had really driven her to act happy. Rin hasn’t many friends so maybe that was another reason to why she didn’t laugh. Since birth Rin has been given two sets of Kagune as a ghoul by her parents. Her mother made use of the rinkaku kagune. It was just like her mother's. The same applies to her bikaku, that was just like the one of her father. It was learning to use them properly but just like birth, everything comes out well afterwards. During a difficult period of her life a wound on her neck was inflicted by the CCG to purposely kill her. Yet she survived bleeding to death by help of a complete stranger and was only left with a scar across her neck instead of dying. The wound damaged her vocals a little making it difficult and even painful sometimes to talk. Her voice sounds fairly quiet and sometimes fades away at certain parts in her talking. It sounds different then her voice from before but the only thing noticeable when hearing it is a hoarsely tone to it. She wears a scarf over it to hide it and doesn’t like to display her damaged voice much so she keeps quiet when she isn’t needed. Personality: Rin is always quiet and observant, one that is always only minding their own business and not that of others. It always seems like she despises other and would rather be on her own in the world. You can say she is a huge airhead at times and takes thoughts way to far into reality. Rin is much fond of empty spaces or quiet places overall and likes to hang around them solely. She rarely pulls her mouth open to others but acts kind to the weaker people standing beneath her. Or even the stronger among her when she does find sympathy for them which would be rather rare. Rin is found missing a lot, where she would be at the moment is a mystery but she will always returns like nothing happened. Rin has never been seen putting on a smile before but even her passive expression looks like she wants to kill something. Rin can be a very sweet caring person despites looking like that. Yet some people always think the worst of her and treat her like human trash. Backstory: Rin her parents were kind people, they were both ghouls and knew their way in the ghoul society. They just wanted to care for their young daughter and never did any bad, they had to get their hands on meat from time to time so they tried doing it nicely by collecting already dead corpses themselves or buying them off of other ghouls that had collected them before they did. CCG inspectors only didn't seem to be liking this anyway even though they tried doing the right things. They stormed into their house and straight up killed the two of them without regret. Rin's parents tried stopping them without force and died without giving any resistance either. Just accepting the way it was. That smile on her mother's dying face hurted poor Rin the most. They almost ended up killing Rin too but they could only inflict a few painful injuries on her before dying by the attacks from the young ghoul. Rin could escape with both her parents their bodies and end up in the slums short after. Despites the well done defending of her parents bodies her father was jabbed away from her hands. She couldn't do anything about it and was punished even harder with the loss of her father's body. The CCG got hold of her location and had no mercy on her. The girl could barely fend them off and was lethally wounded at her throat as before she could kill the last one. An old man suddenly jumped in and defended the girl with all his might. He saved the girl and had gotten her to a safe place to treat her further. The girl was left with a deep wound on her throat and wasn't even able to talk anymore. Her mother got properly buried soon after so Rin could be at ease at least a little. The man didn't even hesitate to take her in and threatened her properly and even learned her a few things on the way. It was a giveaway she was clearly different from the rest of the children he already had taken in. Of course they all pretty much lost their parents on a young age but one thing was clear. Rin hadn't been alone for that long just like all the others. She didn't know utter despair after having been alone for so long, anyway. Her voice slowly came back a little as her wound was healed again but it was never going to be the same again like it was before. The man learned her to take care of her own if it ever were to happen that she would leave his house. A few years after her being taken in the old man had died in a big fight between ghouls and CCG of course Rin couldn't stop crying after his death but learned to cope with it after a long while. She left his home almost instantly. She didn't know what to do with her life at first so she didn't even bother with looking for a place to live or anything. Instead she wandered around the city without any plans in mind. She mostly helped others by feeding the ghouls that she met, she tried doing it the least aggressive way by using people from car crashes or other means but it soon went from bad to worse. She straight up started killing people because she couldn't find enough corpses to fill in the needs in the stead of other young ghouls so they didn't have to experience what it is like to kill someone. Her acting didn't last long however, a few others she still had as friends reminded her that she wasn't suppose to live this way and that the old man didn't want to have it this way either. It still took Rin a few speeches from her friends to realise that. Her friends helped her stop and found a simple job for her. Rin soon rented an apartment to live in and still provided the bodies to the young ghouls as much as she could in her off time. Her life is actually quite happy now, without education she had become post deliverer and earned her money fear and square. She didn't mind having such a boring job. It made her feel quite good in fact that she could spend her time to something instead of sitting on her butt all day thinking on how she hated the world she lived in. She couldn't change this world. Not alone at least.
43,900	1,203	31	941	3,112	Takumi Minamoto - Rinquisition II Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor Takumi couldn't say he was completely surprised that his questions were met with silence. His conversation partner was, after all, not particularly inclined towards social interaction. He turned to face the door, waiting for one of his siblings, or even one of the orphans, to appear and erase the awkward silence between the two very different siblings. He was about to accept that he wouldn't get much ground before he heard that soft hiss of a voice characteristic of the scarred young ghoul. Quickly, he turned back to face her and listened to her patiently as she answered his sole serious inquiry. After she'd been rendered red-faced and silent once more, the one-eyed ghoul considered her answer for a moment. And then he began to laugh, just not at Rin. That fact might not have been completely clear at first, though. In actuality, despite not noting any particularly interesting changes or providing any entertaining anecdotes, he was hardly displeased with her answer. While he may have been so sufficiently human as to render the concern moot for himself, he was well aware of how difficult it was for a ghoul to maintain an average lifestyle. Besides, even something as simple as owning an apartment and maintaining a steady job was far more than he could say for himself. In all honesty, he was kind of inept at living a civilian lifestyle. He didn't particularly mind his own lifestyle, though. After all, working as a salaryman was too much of a grind for someone like him, and if he wanted to benefit society, he had more direct methods to choose from that suit his skills far better. Ultimately, as long as he could keep living how he chose, he would be content enough with his place. Maybe not completely, but enough. He scratched at the side of his left eye. "Haaaah...." he let the last few laughs out of his system, "Sorry for that. it's not your fault; it's mine." Takumi sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, noting that he'd definitely not given Rin enough credit. She wasn't as small and weak as he'd thought at first. He sighed. "Good job, I'm sure the old man would be proud of you," he grinned, lifting his hand to affectionately ruffle her hair. Of course, he would've left the conversation at that, but he'd realized that still hadn't answered her question. And he knew he'd have to do it sooner or later. "Guess there's no harm to telling you," he said, using it equal parts as a neat transition and a way to brace himself for the coming exposition. "Since I left Tokyo, I've just been travelling around Japan," he shrugged. His relaxed body somehow became even more relaxed as his gaze stopped attending to Rin and began focusing on a particularly interesting patch of wall to her left. "It was fun. Saw some nice stuff and made some friends along the way. A lot more enemies though." He smiled like that was some kind of funny joke. "Unfortunately, I didn't take pictures. I guess the idea just didn't occur to me at the time." And by that, he meant that he hadn't made a point of meeting up with his siblings. Oh well. "Anyway, enough about me," he said, his uncharacteristic degree of lethargy returning to more suitable levels, "I'm sure you don't want to hear someone like me talk about boring stuff like that." He waved his hand and got up off the floor to stretch his arms out. "Sounds like everyone's almost done showering..." A thought occurred to him, and he turned to look back at his conversation partner. "Say Rin, where's Itsunii gone off to, anyway?"	Name: Minamoto, Takumi Age: 22 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise CCG Rating: B~ CCG Title:Tengu Vigilante Ghoul Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get". And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility. RC Type: Koukaku Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan. Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point. Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that. As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts. Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him. After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people. Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee. While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget. At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?" Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was. For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction. But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence. So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers. He returned to Tokyo a few days ago. Other:Character Theme Color code is #E34234
43,901	1,203	32	220	2,519	(OOC: I'm changing the colors on some brats cause they clash with PC's). Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo Hana Kurosawa Hana knelt besides the bathtub, her hands find their way in a gentle way, massaging and kneading the scalp of one of the two infants that were resting inside the filled tub. Opposite her, the other girl know as Mii was imitating her, as if she was a past version of herself. Hana, of course had discarded all clothes before entering the bath, and instructed everyone else to do so. There were rythmical sounds coming from both sounds, who were slowly becoming more and more relaxed, like a couple of half-asleep kittens. "Umu..." "Umu..." "Alright, Gin-chan, Kin-chan, we're done scrubbing. Now it'll be our turn, Mii-chan." Hana herself announced, after being told the names of both kids by Mii. She herself seemed to be a bit of a passive person, but with a little nudge, Hana had managed to convince her to be her helper in this task."Need a little help?" Mii stared at Hana. Or more concretely, at Hana's naked body for a second. Her gaze narrowed a little. Was it jealousy? She cast her gaze away and then Hana understood why. She had heard it too. "They're at it again." She sulked, referring to the faint struggle sounds that came from one of the nearby rooms. "Ahhh...Well, don't worry. I don't think they can cause much harm. Still they need to be scolded. OH! I know. How about if they're Hana-chan and Mii-chan's maids for a week? Complete with maid outfit!" Hana added as she began to gently rinse the water out of the twins, helping each to get out of the tub and get dry. The older female added with a wink of complicity towards the younger one, which finally made a small hint of laughter in the corner of her mouth. "Well then, you smell all much better now! Nice and clean!" She cheered, patting both of the twins heads softly, before turning to her grooming. She carefully unknot her own hair and began to soak her skin. "uh...why? Why are you doing this?" Mii suddenly blurted out, finding courage to ask after the whirlwind of developments in her life."What is your intention?" Her gaze became piercing all of a sudden, her lack of trust finally surfacing. Hana just smiled, as she pat the younger ghoul in their head. "We ghouls oughta look for their own. And not too long ago, I was the one asking an old man that same question. I am just returning what was given to me. Besides, if we don't care for eachother... I don't think humans will." Hana pondered "The world is after all, a cruel place. And you shouldn't be tossed on it without the opportunity to grow up." She let go of Mii, as she resumed her own bath. And found the twins were missing from their spot. "DAMN!" The ghoul medic jumped all of a sudden outside, finding the door of the bath ajar. The giggles of both twins could be heard, as they were running around in their birthsuit. "I'm going to win the race!" "No, I will!" But they couldn't calculate that Hananator was on their heels, her also naked figure at cruise speed, catching with the two soon afterwards. "No. Hana-chan wins. And you kids are going straight to the bath." Of course the only way the situation could be made more awkward was if someone had seen the whole display. And judging how Hana was now both staring at Takumi and Rin, she had been seen. Hana chose to pay no heed to her naked predicament, instead trying a lame attempt of a jab towards Takumi."Wow, Takkun, you're already trying to woo Rinrin? Such a casanova!" She then eyed her own naked display, one kid firmly grasped in each arm. "Also, you saw nothing." She added, before turning back to the bathroom, and having them wait for Mii and herself to finish off. It didn't take much, fortunately. Finding clothes for the lot was a little trickier, but Hana eventually managed to lend Mii some of her old, teenager clothes and hospital gowns were a fitting choice for the twins. The waft smell of a fresh corpse invaded the room then. From the elevator, an elderly figure in a janitor suit mindfully pushed a single cart with an adult-sized body bag. The male ghoul was rather crude, and a bit of a hunchback, with balding white hair and beady black eyes. He nevertheless looked fit for his age and he had a solid, thick muscle core in his waist. "Lo' Boss. I heard you had guests. Got one. Yakuza showdown. Fresh. No one will miss him. Poor lad." The figure curtly said, before tipping his hat and mumbling down, decided to come downstairs again. "Um, thanks, CB." Hana said in response, before zipping the bag open."I always wanted to say this..." She inhaled deeply..."KIDS, DINNER TIME!" She beckoned.	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: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. 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 pursuit, 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. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades. It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune. 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 the 3rd Ward 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.

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