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43,902 | 1,203 | 33 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Takeshi and Kazuya
Takeshi and Kazuya had, after a few more muttered arguments and traded blows, settled into a sort of calm impasse as they both set about to the business of getting clean. At Kazuya's insistence, takes hi was the first to take a shower of the two, as the older boy stated that he needed it a lot more than he did. After giving his brother the appropriate gesture for such a comment, Takeshi proceeded to shower, wondering got a moment what he'd use as clothing since didn't putting on his old clothes negate the purpose of showering in the first place.
Eh, who cares. I'll be cleaner than I have been for awhile As Takeshi began to wash his body, the water running black as rubbed of the filth of the streets from his frame, his thoughts turned backed towards his current situation, wondering, well and truly, whether the group was really safe here with these strangers. If Toru-nii had been here, Takeshi was sure that he would've been able to handle the whole situation a lot better than they had, with him and Kazuya attacking the ghouls without thinking, and leading to them all being captured, as there was no other war to see what happened to them. If wasn't for those damned Doves . . .
Takeshi faced contorted into a grimace as he thought back to the attack, the white suits that stood out against the blackness of the knight as they bore down on a single silhouette that faced of against them,f acing certain death or capture in order to give them time to escape. With a quick shake of his head, he refocused on the current situation, as there was no point in dwelling on that right now. It was up to him and Kazuya to make sure the others stayed safe above all else, so even if this place and these people where a nice respite from the struggles of street life, if he thought it would endanger the safety of his family, even that ass Kazuya, then he'd get them all out of there if it was the last thing he did. He wasn't going to lose anymore family to this world, that he was certain of.
He finished up after a while, drying himself off with a towel as Kazuya got in, the silver haired boy soon grumbling at how Takeshi had taken all the hot water for himself, and dressed up in the clothes he'd worn before as he walked out to the main area. Unfortunately for him, that was right a the moment when the two twins had decided to have their little race, and while the sight of the two naked ghouls gave him slight pause as he wondered what he should do in this instance, Hana's entrance stop him dead in his tracks, his face instantly blooming into a crimson red as he beheld the woman au natural. He was quick to turn around, and stayed as such until Hana had went back into the room. He'd then take a seat away from Rin and Takumi, his head down and still rather flush as he tried to focus his mind on literally anything but what he just saw. Kazuya came out a little while later, still rubbing his head with a towel, when he noticed his brother and his extremely red face.
"What's the matter, Takeshi, you catch those two doing something naughty or what, cause your face looks like a freakin' tomato right now." Kazuya gestured towards Rin and Takumi as he took a jab at his distressed brother.
"What, nonononon, I didn't see anything. I swear, no, I promise, and even if I did, it was an accident, yeah, an accident. Didn't mean it, I mean, if i did see something, I totally do it on purpose and . . ." Before Takeshi could ramble on anymore, Kazuya threw a towel at his face, mutter 'Yeah, yeah, I hear ya', having lost interest in messing with him as he began rattle on. He then went over to where Hana and the others were, eager to get some grub.
Takeshi quickly took the towel of, giving a light glare towards Kazuya, walking over to join the others for the meal while making an effort to look everywhere but at Hana, trying and failing to take his mind off of seeing her in the buff. N fact, the more he tried to forget it, the more prevalent in became in his mind, and the redder his face seemed to get, as he waited for the woman to give them permission to eat. While he normally wouldn't care and just dig in, he wasn't very eager to interact with the cheery ghoul woman at this time. | 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 |
43,903 | 1,203 | 34 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
When Rin told Takumi about her life in a few sentences he started to laugh. Rin knew it was pretty pathetic but laughing about it? She didn't remember him being this rude. Rin returned to her usual sulky self and looked away from Takumi, not talking again. She started to feel uneasy about this whole conversation with Takumi. He had his last laughs and looked quite awkward after his laughs. She didn't know if he meant it or just felt happy for her but once he mentioned the old man being proud of her she could not help but feel a slight shiver going over her body. It wasn't a bad feeling, more like an uneasy feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time. She did give a small smile at Takumi showing him she felt okay with it and was happy to hear such a thing from him.
Takumi told the story of his past 8 years. It sounded a lot different than hers and way more interesting. Well that might have been since her life hasn't been that active or special in any way. So other people their stories mostly sounded more interesting.
"N-no, I don't mind you telling about your life... I haven't seen Itsunii yet but, Hana and Asoka told me he was busy with making enemies...?"
Rin coughed a little at her last few words and gave a small shrug before continuing her activity of looking forward. Her peaceful life seemed over however as the bathroom door opened widely with two small girls running out. Rin immediately jumped into action by rolling onto Takumi to block the sight of the two naked girls. With a straight face she hugged Takumi's head as tight as she could and looked down to see if he could see anything. She turned her sight over towards the naked girls to see what they were up too and didn't look bedazzled in the least.
Hana thought Takumi made a move on Rin but they had only been talking until now so she was in the right this time. Rin wouldn't fall for love so easily. However the situation they were in at the moment wasn't helping with Hana's impression on the two of them. As they went back into the bathroom again Rin dropped back to her seat and gazed at the wall besides her without a word. Kazuya had to tease Takeshi about being red and thought it was the fault of Rin and Takumi. Rin did not even flinch at his words and remained being the emo way she was at the moment.
A while later when everyone was dressed again Hana called out after a short sound of the bell towards everyone to come eat. It made Rin a little happy to see Hana did something like this for the kids. She looked pretty prepared for it even though Rin did not seen Hana have much contact with anyone besides the group. Some meat wasn't so special for any ghoul to have, but an entire body? That raised some suspicion. | 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. |
43,904 | 1,203 | 35 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Touchy Nature
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Good to hear I'm not being a burden to you just yet, then," Takumi puffed out his chest with overstated pride. "Or maybe that just means my lifestory's not that boring, heh," he added rhetorically, going back to his more subdued energy. This carefree atmosphere surrounding him didn't last too long however, and it quickly dissipated at the mention of Itsuki's whereabouts and his current activities. "What?" he asked, though the way he said it indicated that it wasn't really a question. "So he's getting into fights again..." he grit his teeth in a forced kind of grin. It appeared he was only barely addressing Rin, "...Man, that guy..."
And that was when the two naked children ran across his field of view, interrupting Takumi's moment of despondency. He opened his mouth to comment on the unusual situation, before slowly closing it into a hard line. 'Should I... Should I be doing something about that?' he wondered with brow furrowed. Before he could act on any of his parental impulses however, Rin got him on the ground and wrapped her body around his face. All in all, a rather compromising position? At any rate, it looked like his siblings were a lot clingier as a whole than he had remembered; this was what, the second time tonight his body had been subject to the hugging of women? Well on the brightside, at least it was warm... Or maybe that was just his face, but as far as emotions went, he was really more befuddled than embarrassed.
It was then he heard a third set of wet footsteps coming from a bigger person rapidly crossing distance. He heard the footsteps stopping, he heard the water dripping, and he heard Hana making a remark about his apparent womanizing ways. Takumi wanted to defend his position, but he knew that opening his mouth would just get him a mouth full of Rin's clothes and/or flesh. His eyes were covered, so he didn't really know what was touching what at this point, nor did he want to test his luck in that regard. There was one question he was dying to have answered, however: 'What the hell is a 'casanova'?'
There was a short pause before he heard Hana issue a command to forget what they had seen. Considering he couldn't do much of anything, that was a rather easily completed task for Takumi. Granted, he could make a reasonably accurate guess as to what it was he didn't see, but he'd follow Hana's instructions. And knowing Takumi, this was the expected course of action. He tried shifting his head to the side to clear enough space for him to answer. "Affirmative, ma'am," came his muffled answer, followed by a restrained thumbs up just in case his answer wasn't properly conveyed. Rin was still clinging to his face like a certain extraterrestrial lifeform from a popular horror movie, and it was only after he heard the three sets of feet stop their plodding into the bathroom, did Rin detach herself from his head.
Takumi fixed his newly-messed hair and flattened out the wrinkles on his shirt. While doing so, he glanced up and saw the white-haired youngster from before, looking a lot like he was about to die of embarrassment. The elder male snorted and smiled; what an unlucky kid, walking in on that kind of thing. Shortly afterwards, the other boy - the one the silver-haired one had been fighting earlier - emerged and also made a quip about he and Rin doing lewd things. Takumi looked at Rin, then to the children. He wasn't sure how comfortable he felt about that insinuation, so he decided to just focus on watching Takeshi sheepishly ramble on, instead of trying to deny this claim and escalate the situation.
Suddenly, the smell of corpse met his nose, followed by the clarion call of the de-facto mother figure issued from the elevator. He recalled the last time he'd eaten - a few days ago - but judged it as adequate sustenance for the time being. That said, he wasn't entirely comfortable not knowing where this corpse came from. A dead guy from wherever is fine, but this kill seemed fresh and he couldn't confirm whether he was killed for the sake of food or for some other reasons. Bullet holes made him think not hunt-related considering the low-availability of guns in Japan and the rarity of a gun-toting ghoul, but you never know... "I'll sit this one out," Takumi held his wrist, "I... ate pretty recently, and the kids must be hungry so... Yeah." | 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.
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43,905 | 1,203 | 36 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
Asoka hadn't bothered to turn off the lights or anything. No, she was too comfy on the love hotel bed to do anything about it. Eventually, she'd dive into one of these micro-naps; she'd fall asleep only to wake up rather brutally after a minute or so. While refreshing, it surely didn't make her now pounding head feel any better. The little ghoul was clearly tired, a lot more than she made apparent when they arrived. It may be due to her long hours in university coupled with the mess she had gotten herself into for a living. She coped with all of this pretty well, going as far as having a normal social life as well. But it taxed her a whole lot eventually.
What woke her up wouldn't be anything related to stress. Oh no, the circus going on outside of her assigned room was the major issue. While the shady girl was indeed used to abundance of activity in the most populated ward of Tokyo, cars roaring at night, trams soaring through the rails near her apartment, her neighbors putting up parties since she kind of lived in a student loft after all. But a bunch of kids coupled with people just chit chatting at the hallway were just a nasty combo. Especially the latter, while not loud it was obnoxiously easy for her to hear it and make sense of what they were saying. As such, it was very distracting. A pillow over her ears would do little good for her superior senses defied her in this dire situation.
Asoka arose from her slumber and reached out for a drawer near her bed. Just as she thought, a towel would be clean and ready for her to use. Wrapping herself to keep at least a little sense of dignity, she'd finally walk over to the door whilst shouting:
"Okay you two geeeeettttt aaaaaa rooooooooommmmmmmmm!"
The wailing psycho would open the door just as she finished, evidently addressing Rin and Takumi. Clearly she'd rather hear them fuck than talk about such mundane things. Well Takumi's adventures could be interesting but he made it sound boring. But she could never prepare herself for what she was about to see. First off, two little girls all naked while being scolded by a taller naked ghoul. It didn't end there, however, as Rin was apparently stuffing Takumi's face in her breasts. Well from Asoka's angle and twisted point of view that'd be the narrative.
Seeing Hana naked was hot, the nude twins would be maybe a little endearing and Rin going hard on Takumi could be qualified as sexy, but all of those together just seemed so creepy. Almost absurd. Surreal. Her eyes were just wide open before she'd rapidly blink with her head shaking. At first she was speechless, but then she'd take a deep breath as she regained her composure.
"I ... I don't want to know. I've been enlightened, no more denial. I can't escape my fate. I am ... A degenerate magnet."
She announced before turning back into her room and slamming the door shut with her foot. There would be no more light emitting from her room, and complete silence would govern. Food or no food, it was time to sleep and get over herself. She could call this a day.
'Wait ... Was I talking to myself? Oh shit, it's contagious ...' | 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: |
43,906 | 1,203 | 37 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
Rin's reaction wasn't fast enough to block the view of Takumi just in time. Rin gave a short inner sigh as Asoka stormed into the room, clearly mad with the softness of Takumi towards Rin. Asoka seemed rather weirded out by the sight she had gotten from the naked woman. Well Rin couldn't prevent that from happening but she didn't mind for her sister to see them like that. She was used to seeing some naked body parts back in the day anyway. Asoka seemed quick to leave again not wanting anything to do with it. Everyone went back to their activities again and Rin sat down again too. Her reflexes were still not fast enough, even not fast enough to prevent something as simple as this. Might cost her life someday.
Rin gave a quick glance at Takumi knowing she might have startled him with what she just did. Takumi seemed just fine when she had seen him sit besides her. He didn't look embarrassed in any way and acted like nothing happened. He was probably used to it or didn't think of anything when his siblings did it. It was the first time Rin every really hugged the boy to be honest. She didn't feel like it was any special, she only liked the warm feeling that came off him really but nothing more. A hug was really nothing special now she thought about it. It was pretty weird that it was a sign of good friendship though.
Not only Rin didn't want anything from the corpse that was lying in the room now, Takumi and Asoka didn't want it either. The kids most likely would eat the thing just because they need it and didn't have any clues on where it came from but didn't care either way. Corpses were corpses. Well Rin didn't force the kids not to eat or anything, it was food overall. Pretty hard to come by any way you look at it. Rin stood up for the first time she had entered the apartment, it was clearly showing she was up to something. Rin glanced back at Takumi that was still on the ground.
"I'm going home... You can either stay here or come with me for a sleeping place... I don't mind either way... Don't think anything weird about it..."
Her cold crackling voice sounded softly through the room, yet others might have heard it anyway. Rin continued to walk towards the exit past the corpse. She turned once more to address Hana and then left with or without Takumi following her.
"I'll come by tomorrow again... Call me if you need me..." | 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. |
43,907 | 1,203 | 38 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana eyed the situation carefully. One of the kids was red as a beet. Maybe because of the room wreck?. The corpse she had brought was there, displayed for everyone to see. But Takumi and Rin were displaying all sorts of reticence towards the catch. Corpses don't grow on trees, you know. She sighed, sadly, seeing how that after 8 years, the catchup she was hoping to have would never happen. Asoka had grown tired and was sleeping. But well, that seemed for the best. She had only displayed her bad traits as an adult. She had even called them degenerates. Where was the old Asoka? The one who clung to the old man so adorably?
Everything changed.
Takumi, the clumsy, clueless boy turned ghoul was now a grown man. Physically unrecognizable, but Hana was glad Takumi's mind seemed somewhat...familiar to what he used to be. He hadn't done a total flip. But he was still... somewhat reticent on some regards. Rin seemed to pick that up, and like a cat wanting for cuddles, had stuck on him like glue. It was good...except it wasn't. Takumi's condition. Hana really wanted to study him. How much could one blur the line between human and ghoul, exactly?
You teasing little... Hana thought for the briefest moment, as Rin surprised everyone by telling Takumi to flat out cuddle with her in her apartment. The nerve of some people! And she wasn't even talking to Hana. Nor asking for the cup of coffee. She was offering her best hospitality, damnit!
"You know Rin, I am reluctant to see you off. I mean, this ward might be my home quarters, but for someone like you, there's a lot of things to watch out for. Like the russian and Chinese ghoul gangs, on top of the CCG." She let that phrase with hopes she'd stay the night and save the sleepover, but it was faint. "Be careful, okay?"
The twins seemed to flinch upon the mention, eyeing Hana quizzically...fear was patent on their eyes. Mii displayed a very different scowl. Indignation. Probably feeling betrayed.
It was really hard to please everyone...
"Don't worry my sweeties. Hana-chan is more than enough to protect you. Now, let's eat, shall we? Takkun... it's a shame you don't want some. Still, you might learn instead of Hana-chan's craft!" She addressed the other adult, before turning to the epic sulking expression Mii had.
"What?"
"Ukaku. I'm the same as you. So watch intently, okay?" Hana blurted out, before flickering her kakugan, signaling the activation of her kagune...except it didn't, instead she cupped her shoulder blade, as her eyes turned normal after a fraction of second, producing one of the shards that usually were sent high speed towards targets.
"These are sharper than knives. It shall do."
It was then when the spectacle unfolded. Hana's supernatural speed was revealed, as the corpse suddenly was filled with cuts, faster than the eye could see. Guided by the hand of a knowledgeable medic, with the lightning speed of a ghoul. before long, the abdominal cavity of the corpse was revealed.
And not a single speck of blood had been spilled outside the bag.
The twins were positively agape. "THAT WAS SO COOL!"
"Male, age 23. Cause of death, massive hemorrage produced by gunshot in the small intestine and spleen. Fortunately, all other major organs have been spared." She paused. "I really should thank that Carrion Beetle. He really knows how to find these yakuza wannabe corpses who tried to live hard and died fast." She clasped her hands."Itadakimasu!"
With an equally swift movement, she set aside five plates. First, the liver, it was split into two parts, one for Kazuya and one for Takeshi. Mii got the full set of Kidneys. As for the twins, they held their plates impatiently, before Hana, using her Kagune shard cut the cranium of the man open, scooping up the brain and dividing it by half.
"Eat up, eat up! Innards are the most nutritive, but they go to waste first. We can always eat the other meat later!" Hana chided, as she dug deep into the cavity, ripping the corpse's heart and happily setting it on another plate. Her plate. "Ukaku perks. They really combine well with Hana-chan's medicine." She finally ventured to say, eyeing Mii. "I could teach you guys." | 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. |
43,908 | 1,203 | 39 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki vs. Miyako: Part Two
Miyako's quarry proved to be a little more resilient to her attacks than anticipated and had even managed to tilt the scales as his Kagune wrapped itself around her Ukaku and then around her head. Squeezed and pressed in the man's grip, Miyako was slammed against a steel support, where she could swear she felt a vertebrae or two pop out of place with a crack, and then tossed without impunity, away from the area. Eventually landing and sliding across the concrete flooring before forcibly coming to a stop as she bashed against a small pile of bodily parts.
Battered, Miyako lay on her side for a moment, watching her opponent as he broke through the crystalline spikes that impaled him all over. She was sore, with her back being the epicenter of her problem as something felt out of place. Yet she couldn't help but feel giddy as that certain side of her seemed to creep up from the back of her mind. She hadn't been this compromised ever since Rome and since then, no fight has ever risked injury like this. The Little Monster turned and sat up as her giddiness eventually bubbled up to a quiet giggle and then eventually a full on maniacal laugh as she removed her mask and tossed it aside.
Miyako laughed for a few seconds longer before composing herself enough to excitedly state the obvious, "You're stronger than the others!" She bit her bottom lip as she admired the man before her. "Mmm... I like you."
Miyako didn't wait for a moment longer as her sanity seemed to wane and got up, wincing slightly as she forced herself to move despite her back. That did little to dissuade her from continuing, however. Once on her feet she stretched her back as she arched forward and reached a hand around, feeling the sore spot. It was probably safer to call it off at this point but she wasn't rationale right now. Not even close enough to flee.
After she examined the damage, Miyako immediately sprang into action with no warning suddenly firing yet another volley of shards to impale the man. Once the action was complete she continued to run a circle around the man slowly winding her way closer to the focus of her circle, the man himself, occasionally turning to fire another volley as she studied the man's reaction.
Yeah, definitely dealing with crazy here. . . Itsuki thought as his opponent began to fall into maddened laughter, letting out a slight sigh of annoyance. Fucking hate dealing with crazies too. This just isn't my day.
Itsuki didn't reply when the woman complimented, just waiting for the inevitable barrage, his Rinkaku tentacles waving softly around him in preparation. Thankfully for him, her laughter had allowed his legs to heal up, which meant that he'd be more agile than if she'd attacked sooner. When she rose to the ground, he caught her wincing and chose this moment to charge forward, wanting to end this woman while she was distracted. However, she responded to his dash with barrage of RC crystals, which he shifted to the side to dodge, catching a few with his tendrils and cursing as his target began to circle him, launching barrages at him when he tried to close in from time to time. Eventually he stopped, watching her circling him for a bit, before suddenly making another charge.
This time, however, three of his Rinkaku kagune would meld into each other, forming a larger tendril which he'd use with the other three to form a sort of barrier in front of himself, the tendrils catching a majority of the projectiles heading his way as he closed and, when close enough, lashed out with his large tendril fast. This attack was notably slower than her other ones, but it was followed by a thrust from the other three with the intent of grabbing her of she dodged. The larger Kagune would also split into three again, and would slam down onto the ground, either to crush his captured pray or to bring up a large cloud of dust with the force of the blow, concealing him from his opponent's view.
After her brief skirmish of minimal success, her opponent decided to charge with three of his tendrils merging to form a shield before becoming a large, clumsy weapon. The Little Monster leapt backwards out of the attack's more limited range in order to dodge it. This attack was notably slower than his previous attacks and while most would have written off the attack as just naturally being that way, Miyako's experience cautioned her about a possible farce as the man behind the Kagune shield was partially concealed. Sure enough, three tentacles darted out in a staggered spread forcing Miyako to quickly roll off the ball of her feet and fall to the side as she dodged the attack. She ended up turning ninety degrees fell backwards to the ground, partially out of design but mostly due to the close call. However, she didn't dwell there long and quickly recovered using her momentum to carry herself into a backwards somersault. She didn't know it, but this maneuver helped prevent a rather hard hit from the guillotine swing from the man's three tentacles as the impact of the hit scattered dust everywhere.
Perfect... Miyako thought to herself as a smirk crept on her face. The dust was a perfect cover for a faster ghoul and she'd take advantage of that. She sprang to her feet and charged headlong into the dust cloud, firing volley of RC cells to cover her approach towards the man. Once she found him, she would attempt an acrobatic kick aimed right at the man's cheek before following it up with a hopefully a second, more mortally wounding volley of shards.
Come on, you know you want to finish me off.Itsuki thought, gritting his teeth as the first barrage of slammed into his outstretched Rinkaku, the tendrils coiled around him in a barrier against the onslaught of projectiles being sent his way. Due to him being unable to tell what direction they'd be coming from, he'd opted for a partial coverage in every direction, meaning that a few of the crystals manage to get through, but he was able to survive the onslaught with only a few minor injuries. After the first barrage halted, he waited patiently, knowing that his foe would rush in sooner or later. She was too bloodthirsty to stay back and pepper him from a distance, that was clear already from the remains of those he'd seen walking in here and what he noticed about her during the fight.
I just need to get another hold of her again . . .
He didn't have to wait long, however, as he heard her approach through the cloaking cloud of dust, knowing exactly she was coming from and only needing to ready himself to take advantage of the first opening he saw. As she cam flying into view, he'd lash out with Rinkaku, going for a downward slam again with two tendrils, followed by the other four thrusting to impale her while she laid on the ground. He was getting tired of playing and wanted to end this now, so he could get started on looking for a new abode. This was becoming increasingly undesirable with every passing second.
Miyako was just barely able to avoid the attack, though was forced to back off, sending out a barrage of shards that peppered Itsuki, who was got a bit off guard. He was barely able to cover any vital areas with an arm and one of his Kagune before he got hit, a lot of the shards digging deeply into him and causing more than a little bit of pain. Hissing in pain, Itsuki was about to charge in again, except when he heard another set of footsteps enter the building. Turning around, he saw two Doves walk into the scene cautiously, one woman and one man. But more importantly, the man was currently putting away what he could only guess was a walkie talkie as he entered the building.
Shit! Itsuki cursed, instantly turning his attention from the loon to these two intruders, or more to the point, to incapacitating them. With his Rinkaku spread out, he'd charge towards them, causing them to draw their quinque in preparation, only to slam them all into the ground, using the power and leverage to send him flying over the two and throw a nearby window. He'd land with a muttered curse, the pain blossoming in throughout his body from the shards still lodged within making him feel quite annoyed. Normally, two Doves would, most likely, not be a problem, but the fact that one was putting something away was a telling sign that they'd called for reinforcements, and that was something he certainly wasn't up for dealing with right now. So, with that in mind, the only option that made sense was to flee, and he knew that the ghoul he'd been fighting(crazy a bitch as she was) would likely do the same.
Getting up a bit slowly, he turned only to barely dodge a shot from one of the quinques, letting out a curse as he wrapped his Rinkaku around himself, forcing his body to move even if it resisted the motions. Launching himself down the streets, he then sought out every alleyway and shortcut that he'd surveyed in this ward for just this occasion, and though it took sometime, he eventually managed to lose them by ducking into a sewer grate. Once he was sure that they weren't coming back, he quickly set about making his way down the sewer way, remembering what Hana had said about owning a clinic in the third ward. He'd heard of a similar rumor during his time in the 24th, as well as in the past couple weeks, so he already had a good idea of where it was located.
As he made his way there, he took the shards that were still left in his body out, letting out more grunts and hisses of pain as he did so. Eventually, he got them all out and was feeling much less okay than he had before. letting out another curse, he continued to make his way to the third ward, eventually exiting the sewers as he did so, using backstreets and alleyways exclusively, and doing his best not to leave a blood trail as he did so, with only moderate success. Finally, however, he made it to the clinic, barging in rather unceramoniously, his mask off and his teeth gritted with pain. He could smell a lot of humans around, which gave him pause as he thought he'd come to the wrong place, but then he smelled a ghoul at the counter, a pink haired young woman that looked a bit terrified by the sudden appearance of this bloody individual. Now, he could be wrong and this could just be a ghoul woman who had found the best place to work ever, but he had a feeling in his gut, besides the hole in it, that this was the right place.
Walking up to the counter, he leaned against the edge, taking a moment to steady himself before he spoek to her.
"If you wouldn't mind getting Hana for me, that'd be great. Need to make a bit of a selfish request. If she asks who it is, tell her Itsuki. And please make it quick, I'd rather not bleed out all over this floor and all."
Takeshi and Kazuya
Kazuya and Takeshi dug into the meals offered, Kazuya more so than Takeshi, who was still a bt red in the face, though eating helped calm him down quite a bit. It was a lot better than what they'd eaten back at the house given how fresh it was, and neither of the two payed much attention to how the meal had been acquired. They were just glad to get something like this without having to worry about the CCG or another Ghoul bursting on the scene. While Takeshi was just focusing on the meal, Kazuya was paying attention to Hana and Mii, feeling the need to put out his own two cents when he heard of Hana suggesting she teach his younger sibling on how to use her Kagune.
"I wouldn't, Hana-san, or else you'll find both me and Takeshi carved up more often than not if you teach her that." | 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 |
43,909 | 1,203 | 40 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana hummed ever so slightly as she cleaned her plate, neatly picking up the dirty dishes and not-so neatly dumping them into a washing pile next to the basin. Her head tilted so slightly, she grinned upon hearing Kazuya's comment. She gave a complicity stare to Mii, and then the twins.
"More the reason to teach her to do so. She has to know when to whack one to naughty kids who... let's say, wreck rooms ceded with kindness from a senior... no, Ka-kun?" She added folding her arms in an autoritative pose, her entonation dropping significantly in the more obvious attempt to scold the two. Her grin turned quickly into a faux evil smile.
"How should we punish them, girls?" Hana cheered, eyeing Mii, Ginmaru and Kinmaru.
"The hell of tickles!"
"No, no, make them eat loogies!"
"I...think...maybe they should sleep in the wrecked room?"
"You heard your sister... I hope you learn the lesson not to scuffle in the clinic. Or next time, Hana-chan will submit you to the hell of tickles and make you eat loogies!" Hana added, waggling her finger.
Meanwhile, downstairs, a very panicked Yoko failed to utter any kind of words, before gasping wildly and harken. "Doc-doctor Shen!" Obviously, she had failed to recognize Hana's first name, or maybe she pretend she had heard nothing. After all, the man that called himself Itsuki was drawing a lot of attention towards himself.
"Oh, what do we have here? Some beggar who jumped in a trash compactor? Hmm...?" The bald middle aged doctor extended his arms in a mockery of welcoming, helpful gesture. "Worry not, you came to the right place..." The doctor said, his hands tracing for Itsuki's shoulder, when a third voice was heard.
"I think we oughta leave it to Kurosawa, you know she loves to take in destitutes under her wing." The croaking, hoarse voice of CB, also known as the Carrion Beetle, came from behind a closet. The crude, slightly hunched man came into scene, bearing a mop and a bucket.
"Oh yes... After all, she needs to clean her own messes once in a while. Get it, messes? Eh? Yeah, no use of humour in this late hour. Ah well... I have more patients. CB, you take it from here, yes?" The human doctor added, taking a sharp turn, before the elder ghoul grabbed the young one and led him to the elevator, using his key to grant him access to the fourth floor.
"Kids these days. No tact nor wits. Next time use the fire exit, you dumbass. This isn't the 24th ward, you know. And now I'll have to work extra hard to wipe out the trail you left." The old man whispered a final grumble, before closing the door and sending Itsuki upwards.
Hana tensed so slightly, the smell of ghoul suddenly hitting her nostris, and of Ghoul blood. Without thinking, she interposed herself between the five kids, the corpse and the two supposed lovebirds, her gaze peeking into the figure that would stumble through the elevator.
"Ikki! You're hurt!" She broke in a small sprint towards her sibling, obviously concerned about his state. She shouldered the male ghoul as best as she could, her eyes scanning the wounds. Kagune wounds, and more than one source.
She paused. "I'm sorry kids. Hana-chan has a little job to do before we all can go to bed. Okay, first of all, Itsuki, eat a bit. It'll activate your regeneration and help me stabilize all those wounds."
It was then when Hana, expertly reached for the dead yakuza's corpse... and produced the poor victim's manly jewels complete with apparatus before showing it into Itsuki's hand.
Totally on purpose.
Who said Asoka could be the only jerk? | 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. |
43,910 | 1,203 | 41 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Enter: Itsuki
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi was suddenly struck silent upon hearing such harsh words from Asoka. 'Degenerate, huh...?' the brown-haired youth thought, face struck with a rather grim expression. He rubbed his eye with his left hand. "Guh... I think I feel my heart breaking already. I might actually cry!" he joked, wiping a way a non-existent tear and flashing a grin to indicate to the others that he was just feigning his distress. He returned back to silence quickly afterwards, and remained that way for quite a bit of time as he stared at the gap between the seventh room's door and the tastelessly decorated floor. As true as the suggestion might have been, that didn't mean it was painless. "...That's a really troublesome mindset, heh..." he quietly remarked, speaking more to interrupt his prolonged silence than to make a true comment to anyone else. He exhaled and quickly turned back to the next center of everyone's attention: Rin departing and the poor fellow made into ghoul grub.
Well, first thing he'd have to do was deal with Rin. She had addressed him after all, and it'd be rather rude not to reply in a timely manner. "Mmm.... Maybe next time," Takumi answered as noncommittally as he could, "I've got all my stuff set up here and it's nighttime and the weather's not all that good and it's the third ward and... Um..." Ever since he was younger he'd had a hard time saying 'no' to people he was well acquainted with, and this situation was hardly any different. Although thinking about it, that wasn't exactly asking for a push on the swings or his share of the cookie jar. At any rate, his style of answering questions in the negative was still as equivocal and excuse-ridden as always. He rubbed the back of his headsheepishly, having now decided to stop making paper-thin excuses. After he'd silenced himself, Hana piped in with a concern about the unsavory individuals running amok. For someone as lawful as Takumi, the idea was a bit worrying. "What's the problem with just staying here anyway? It's probably a lot safer." he asked whilst simultaneously making a mental note of possibly having to address the issue personally.
Finally, the tone of the conversation turned to something more child-oriented, or at least as child-oriented serving a corpse with finesse could be. He didn't understand the need for theatricality; they were ghouls, so what was wrong with just eating the thing and being done with it? And although Hana had asked him to watch, he doubted that there was much he could learn from Hana's way of preparing choice cuts.
After all, if there was anything Takumi knew, it was how to cut apart a body.
...But he decided to watch anyway. It's not as if he had anything better to do, and his nee-chan might feel bad otherwise. He eyed the tiny knife that his elder sister ejected from her kagune. An unorthodox use of ukaku projectiles, but he knew that he really shouldn't be talking considering how bastardized his own kagune use was. Of course, such a display was only the introduction to the upcoming performance. She was fast, as ukaku ghouls tend to be, and very precise in her work. Unfortunately, there was a particularly annoying seed in the back of his mind wanted him to tell her that she was doing it wrong. 'Too inefficient. Too many wasted, shallow cuts. Too much preoccupation with cleanliness,' Takumi thought, measured breaths the only sound from his person. There was a mental pause as the children reacted with delight. '...It's not real. Just a show,' he reminded himself as he scratched at an inch on his elbow. "Nee-chan's really smart, isn't she?" he commented thoughtlessly. He couldn't analyze an autopsy with such precision, but he did know a few ways of... But that's not the sort of thing you think about in this kind of company.
Of course, now they were serving food, and that was not something Takumi was all that comfortable watching. As such, Takumi turned his attention to anything else. "...?" He heard the elevator moving up before it dinged on arrival. Then there was the smell, like flowers in the garden. 'RC cells, blood, Ghoul,' he turned his attention to the door. He reached for his back, stopped, and relaxed his arm. 'Wait, I know this one,' he thought, easy peering over the top of the shorter vanguard. He wasn't entirely surprised to see Itsuki here since Rin had told him he was still hanging around, so his reaction was a bit less wonderful than it was with the girls. Similarly, he regarded his brother's condition with blithe indifference; he was, after all, supposedly a man of many enemies. Takumi regarded his wounds: the small puncture wounds peppering his body suggested fast piercing attacks. Considering the nature of his kagune, Takumi was inclined to assume a ukaku attacker. Despite all the blood loss, he knew he needn't worry since there was a body ready for-
Takumi made a strange choked noise somewhere between horror and laughter as he recoiled backwards, eyes falling upon the "present" that Hana had prepared for him. He locked eyes with Itsuki, and communicated the unspoken message of: 'Good luck.' | 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.
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43,911 | 1,203 | 42 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
The next day?!?!
Asoka "Mercury"
What an awful night that was. Not the sleep, no, the whole mess that occurred before she finally got to reach the merry world of dreams. If she were to be completely honest, seeing her past relatives could be considered a small plus, but interpersonal relations were always so volatile with Asoka that it barely even mattered. A dreamless sleep, perhaps, but a very soothing one as she awoke with a fresh face when her phone's alarm rang to indicate it was time to wake up. It'd be in the middle of the morning, on a school day mind you, but it appeared as though the small tyrant didn't have that in mind right now. Her slow and calm mannerisms emitted no sense of urgency or anxiousness whatsoever. Asoka would take a nice, warm shower before heading to the dining lounge of this makeshift hotel, dressed up with her plaid shirt and jeans from last night.
The remains of blood that was poured here, ghoul blood no less, gave Itsuki up. She could tell he was back, not that she expected him to be dead or anything. But it'd be unfortunate that she could not witness the stunt pulled by Hana on the male. If Asoka were there during said event, or heck if someone were to inform her, 'Dick eater Itsuki' would follow the poor lad for at least a month, or a year. Nah, let's not kid anyone here, it'd follow him forever.
"Morning y'all."
There'd be no real enthusiasm in her greeting, her voice giving the impression that it was just a routine courtesy rather than her wishing her 'friends' a good morning. The female ghoul made herself at home and served herself some warm coffee from the machine every ghoul probably had in their household by now. A mug filled with cappuccino, not her favorite but whatever, she needed something to start her day up. Though oddly enough, she didn't seem to desire any form of nourishment. Having not eaten since yesterday night, it could warrant some worry from the more nosy of people that would be enjoying some breakfast. Or Brunch.
"Issei Sagawa finally apprehended ... HAH! I knew he was a fucking attention whoring Ghoul! Someone's going to be buying me a new camera today~"
The sudden random claim made by Asoka would just be her reading the headline of today's daily whatever. It was a newspaper, and being the typical millennial, she only bothered with news on the internet, so the physical paper didn't mean jack to her. The crazy cannibal was finally arrested despite legal loopholes and was proven to actually be a ghoul. A glorified one too. Maybe the French were just not used to ghouls, or maybe that Dutch girl was more important than the shits ghouls ate on a daily basis.
She'd often check her phone, keeping an eye on the time as events flew by. She had a class later today, but for now she felt a bit too lazy to move or do anything productive. Though that wouldn't help her image as a freeloader.
Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo
Our Good Ol' Friends, the CCG
At a far too familiar spot for our young heroes, the doves had laid their venomous nest on the remains of what was once a beautiful mansion that housed many innocent children. Just a few hours after the orphans had left the Hayasori building, the CCG had managed to find the place and declare it as an official 'crime scene'. No crime was committed, evidently, as no body or traces of well anything could be found. And yet, access to the perimeter was sealed off with a couple of run of the mill agents made sure to enforce the barrier while an investigator conducted their work.
"So, why are we stuck with sniffing duty when a hot pot was detected down in Ghoul city?"
"Hell if I know, but they moved more than one special class on that case. Knowing that, I'll tuck my tail between my legs and gladly pussy out over here."
"Wow, the years haven't been kind to you, Tendo. I mean ... At least seventy bodies found ... Some are human, but most are ghouls. They don't know the details but aren't you at least a little curious?"
"No."
The two officers were dressed in the typical armored uniform, looking a lot like local peace keepers. One was pretty young with long, blonde hair (most likely fake) while the other who was the least enthusiastic of the two looked middle aged with short, brown hair and a goatee. They weren't the only ones in the area however, as they only served as backup for the associate special class conducting this investigation inside the house. In reality, this case would be better suited for lower levels, but certain conflicts within the establishment ended up with the investigator in question stuck with bottom of the barrel cases like this.
Enter Shinji Hariyama Trusdale, child of a westerner married to a Japanese native. A young investigator in his mid twenties who has displayed great efficiency multiple times in the past. To end up in such a dead end job must be a result of heavy dishonor, a mistake that could not be easily forgotten. Nonetheless, he took it without ego and accepted it fully. He'd conduct his work as usual, paying attention to the finest of details. By the books but also a fresh new pair of eyes for the older special classes, he'd always be early on the spot with his reports ready for his partners' arrival. Speaking of which, he would meet his new assigned co-worker on this specific case.
"Oi Tendo, he say anything to you?"
"Sure did, one of their captives gave this place away real fast. Must've been some kid, because if I were in their place, I'd milk my time there as fast as possible. Once you spill the beans, well, you know how cost effective they are in those places."
"Kids huh? Jeez, kind of makes you think how bummed you have to be during orientation day to end up here, aye?"
"No." | 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
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43,912 | 1,203 | 43 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki, Takeshi, and Kazuya
The Previous Day
Itsuki looked from the offered body part to Hana, staring her in the eyes, before taking it and flinging it right at the face of Kazuya, who'd look like he was on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter. Instead, he let out a sharp and slightly girlish scream as the appendage smacked him full in the face, which was soon followed by a crash as he fell over in his attempt to avoid the flying meat, moving backwards too quickly and smashing into the body, sending the dead Yakuza over so that it fell on him, as well as covering him in all of the blood that had been caught by the bag.
As this happened, Takeshi, simply minded his own business, now glad that he had decided not to antagonize the scary man from before by laughing at his misfortune. He couldn't stop himself from shaking a bit, however, as Itsuki walked over, though the activation of his Kakugan was a sure sign that he was ready to fight the older ghoul if need be. But all Itsuki did was tear off a good amount of the meat and set into it, eating at a slow pace as his gaze fell on each of the kids, before he set the cart up right and put the corpse back on it, earning himself the glare of a pissed off and blood-covered Kazuya, which was promptly ignored.
"Considering I had to actually eat those during my time in the 24th, where food could be particularly scarce, I'm sorry to say I must decline. Also, if anyone here tells Asoka about this, I will kill you before she has the chance to annoy me to death." While it sounded like a joke, with Itsuki's dry delivery, it was kind of hard to tell. As he continued to chow down, he finally noticed the two familiar scents that were present in the room, turning his head to see Takumi and Rin. He gave them a nod of greeting, his mouth to full of food to speak, before turning around to speak to Hana.
"No need to bother with me too much, these will be fine soon enough and you'd just waste good bandages. I've dealt with much worse than these pinpricks in the past couple years and besides, ghouls don't get scars." Taking another couple of bites, he could already feel his wounds closing up as his regeneration started going. "Now, if you'll excuse me, while I'd love to know where you found Rin and Takumi after all this time, I'm tired and will be claiming a room. Night."
And with that Itsuki opened a random unclaimed room and went inside as he finished the last of his meal. Closing the door behind him as he walked in. He'd then strip of his clothes, laying them out on a nearby table before he fell asleep nude on the bed. As he felt the softness of the sheets, he took a second to simple marvel at the feeling of softness that enveloped him. It had been years since he'd slept on an actual bed, and it felt absolutely divine. Rolling up in the sheets, he formed some form of coccoon, with only the bottom of his feet and the top of his head being truly visible as he allowed himself to fall into the cool embrace of sleep.
Meanwhile, Takeshi would offer to clean up the blood that had spilt before he went to sleep, not wanting to just laze about and do nothing while him and his family were getting free food, shelter, and care. Kazuya, pissed at having to take another shower, would simply click his tongue at his younger sibling for being such a tryhard, before cleaning up and heading to bed in his and Kazuya's shared room, not caring if it was slightly messed up. Takeshi would follow eventually, sleeping next to his brother out of habit, as they tended to huddle together to stay warm in the cold of the night.
The Next Day
Itsuki awoke slowly, having been unused to having an actually deep sleep in some time. As such, he was rather groggy when eh awoke and thus seemed to forget where he was for a moment. As such, when he got up, he forgot that he wasn't dressed in his clothes and instead just walked up to the door draped in the sheets from the other day. He'd see Asoka making coffee, another luxury he'd been apart from for so long, and walked over to where she was, getting a mug for himself while he raised an eyebrow at her outburst.
"Who the hell is this Issei guy?" He asked, a bit curious as he looked over her shoulder to read the newspaper article she was apparently looking at.
Takeshi and Kazuya were both still asleep. | 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 |
43,913 | 1,203 | 44 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
Takumi declined Rin her offer of staying at her appartment instead. Rin gave a single nod of the head of understanding his situation. He tried to convince Rin into staying here too saying it wasn't such a bad place. Rin averted her eyes to the right without turning her head but said no more. She walked further and talked to Hana a little before she wanted to head off on on her own. Hana seemed a little pissed off at her it seemed. She didn't know Hana could be like this too instead of always sweet and carring. It was only a slight hint of the emotion but it was definitly in there. With a straight face she stared at Hana. Rin didn't see much problem in going past a few ghouls. Her own ward might be more dangerous than here but she couldn't say. A short flashback reminded Rin off a few moments she was still defenceless against a lot of other people and ghouls. She was in a few cases of sexual abusement but suddenly stopped thinking about it before she could space out completely.
Rin knew Hana was gonna be worried about her if she went out on her own. It made her feel kinda warm knowning someone was still thinking about her safety. It was a long time ago a feeling like that occured to be honest. Rin gave a short nod at Hana for taking her advice and staying for the night. She didn't want to get spotted too much by the CCG or they would get to know her to well.
Rin's hips and shoulder blades started feeling warm and enveloped in glow. Blood, she could smell it. There was a ghoul comming towards them but who could it be. Upon seeing Hana she knew who it was. It was her nii-san Itsuki. He looked like he was in bad shape. Scraps and all the likes over his body. Rin was a little concerned seeing him like that but didn't show and sympathy whatsoever. Instead she sat back down in the corner and watched the drama unfold.
Itsuki greeted Rin without saying anything but she did not reply and just gave a simple glare at him. She couldn't really trust him yet. He had changed so much over the years she almost didnt recognise him. After that most of them went to sleep. Except for Rin who remained staring at the front door for as long as she could. She didn't trust this one bit. Being with so many ghouls in the same place would surely give them a penalty. Eventually she also went to sleep.
A small dark haired girl was lying bundled up on the ground on her side with her face facing the room. She hadn't pulled out any of her clothes but with a fair amount of effort her underwear could be seen from under her skirt. Her short arms were lying close to her chest with one of her hands balled up like a weak fist with one of her thumbs sticking in her mouth. She was peacefully panting and looked like the cutest thing ever at the moment. She had fallen asleep while watching the door but wasn't planning on taking one of the rooms anyway. | 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. |
43,914 | 1,203 | 45 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Stretching lazily, Hana moved carefully, trying to get a mental recap of what had trascended yesterday before going to sleep. Itsuki had reacted in a poor sloppy manner, scared the kids a little more, and then chowed down on a corpse, filling it with all of his slobber and wasting away some edible parts in an unsalvageable mess. Then, he barged into a room as if he had owned a place and did not leave an option to even be questioned.
He had thrown the body part at one of the kids. Really now. Well, it was still fairly edible, so she put it in a tupperware as a treat to her receptionist. She really LOVED that specific bodypart, that Yoko.
Really, that dirty mouthed brat of Take-kun was even more polite than him. And that was saying something. His offer to clean up the blood had been rather cute, so Hana gracefully accepted the help of the little one with a sigh. She was too tired to scrub it all, so she merely left the yakuza corpse in a manageable state, before carting it away to the basement freezer in a silent, stealthy trip. She then handed a couple of rooms more, for Mii and the twins, figuring out the little ones would not part away with eachother.
Rin for the most part... stood in the entrance. Ah well, she figured given her nature she would take a key on her own eventually. She pondered on inviting Takumi to her bed aswell, but decided that it could be too soon for that. And the fact Rin was making moves on him could be seen as jealousy.
"Do you want to share the room with Hana-chan, Takkun?". She eventually teased. Well, victory goes to the bold. And besides, he was earning more points than Itsuki at this point. By virtue of shutting up and playing along with the flow.
And then it came the hard part, as Hana obviously did not go to bed at the same time as the others. Instead, she spent a couple of hours typing e-mails and figuring out an schedule for the clinic to run temporally without her. "Familiar matters" as she excused it away. Organization. Schedules. Food. Clothes. Schooling. Those five little runts needed all of that, and it would be neglectful of her if she didn't plan for all contingences.
Somehow, the short-time arrangements were made without a fuss, although it'd make that Shen smug as fuck, CB concerned, and Yoko a bit jumpier than usual, plus some 3rd ward ghoul authorities raise some eyebrows, but it was acceptable."Haha, you did it, Hana. You. Rock." She said to herself, before her ghoul senses caught some faint knocking.
She doubted it was Itsuki saying sorry for being a jerk. Probably one of the kids having some sort of trouble. Well, she had to play mother hen now, had she not? And there they were. The twin cute girls that even made that brash Asoka melt. Staring at her with lost puppy eyes, shifting and grabbing each other's clothes, their stares on the ground.
"We couldn't sleep" said one of them.
It was then when she noticed Mii was tailing the both of them, also embarassed.
Hana displayed a tired smile, and tapped their heads, before raising the sheets on her bed, and allowing them to nest there, with the tired doctor in the middle.
And that's how she spent the rest of the night, with other three presences on her sides. They didn't move much, only to cling even further towards her. Apparently, her breathing and body heat seemed to work like a wonder drug for the kids, and after a little muffled sobbing, they were resting peacefully. She couldn't help but empathize. She still remembered those first nights sleeping alone, when taken under the Old Man's care.
Wriggling herself out of the dogpile, still in some kind of ridiculous banana pyjamas, which somehow couldn't hide all of her curves, she gave a small kiss on the forehead of the twins and Mii, which shifted, still asleep, before taking some definitive strides towards the coffee machine, black circles in her eyes.
She spotted both Asoka and Itsuki, clothed and wrapped in sheets, respectively. There was some random comment about a certain Issei ghoul. Probably someone who thought themselves untouchable, as it were.
"Hana-chan thinks he's a guy living on borrowed time." She chirped back, before doing a double take at the machine."...A-chan, that's the cheap stuff for the normal visits. Let me correct the mistake..." Hana said, pulling a bag with a gaudy text about a Super Colombian Flavour Bomb. It pressumably contained coffee, but with the way the bag was sparkling it could've been gold.
Fixing herself a really aromatic coffee, she then eyed Itsuki. And then Asoka."By the way, Ikki has told Hana-chan not to mention he has eaten a lot of ghoul dicks in the 24th ward." Hana herself blurted out with a candid smile."He refused the one Hana-chan offered yesterday. And then he threatened Hana-chan...Waaa, Ikki, you're mean~!" | 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. |
43,915 | 1,203 | 46 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - House of the Rising Sun
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Time slowed down as the flaccid appendage soared through the air like a majestic eagle. With mouth agape, Takumi watched as it crested its arc and began its quick descent into the face of a poor, traumatized - well, more traumatized than he was before, at least - youngster, impacting his forehead with a loud, wet smack. The cramped entry space of the hotel-turned-clinic-turned-hotel-again soon became filled by the cacophonous sound of screaming child and blood and bodily scraps flying everywhere. Takumi plugged his sensitive ears and simply looked on with mildly entertained interest as he waited for all the noise to finally die down. Of course, he'd also be caught in the crossfire considering his close proximity, but a little bit of blood never killed anyone. Besides, if he didn't want to stain the sheets, he could just change back into his old clothes.
And if there was anything here that might kill someone, it was Itsuki. Sure, he wasn't the sunniest guy before, but these past eight years did little for Itsuki's good humor. Honestly, Takumi wouldn't even be that surprised if the white-haired kid shat himself, what with the bestial gait and the savage consumption of the human body. At this point, the commotion seemed to have died down, so the half-ghoul dropped his arms and released his ears. Which was fortunate, because that meant he was able to hear the gem about the topical sacrifice that life in the 24th Ward mandated. Takumi pursed his lips and looked off to the side, a bit second-handly embarrassed as it were. 'Bad call, Itsu-nii. There are some memories that are best kept to oneself,' he thought, looking at the wallpaper like it was some kind of modern art. "Promise I won't," Takumi nodded, earnestly unwilling to subject his elder brother to such humiliation. He gave a little wave to Itsuki as he retreated into a vacant room like some kind of creature of the night.
He stood in place for a few moments and processed the surprising stream of events that had happened so far. Then he boxed those thoughts up and filed them away in the depths of his mind before helping the white-haired kid and Hana clean up. There was no good in idle hands, after all, and having "child labor" do work for him was just something he couldn't abide by. Blood was a bit hard to get out of this kind of flooring, so it was a bit of an uphill struggle in that respect. A little bit of the ways in, the kid left to go to sleep. It was as he was diligently cleaning the carpet, that he was posed a certain question by Hana. He was sure she was teasing him, but he wasn't all to good with reading into these sorts of things. T'was a good thing he wasn't directly facing her, then.
"..............................................................................................................................I...have my own....Um...Thanksfortheofferthough."
Takumi pursed his lips and began scrubbing more vigorously. This was going to be a clean place by the time he was done, goddammit. With that said, did it come as any surprise that he didn't manage to finish?
Next Morning
Now, to say Takumi Minamoto was a morning person would be an understatement. Ever since he was a child, he had been waking up bright and early with fastidous dedication and an unhealthily high amount of energy; today was no different. Of course, he didn't go around waking everyone up like some kind of asshole; he just went out for a nice little walk. His return was heralded by the sound of the elevator rising and opening. "Oh, you're awake now," he commented before switching to a more chipper tone, "Hope everyone's having a good morning so fa~a~ar..." The pitch of the last word changed as he slowly stepped over Rin, doing his best not to disturb her. He slipped off his battered shoes and set them to the side before approaching the dining area where the other adults had gathered.
Instead of the absolutely delicious smelling coffee, Takumi opted for a simple cup of water. Why he only drank coffee on special occasions was a mystery? Maybe there was some kind of defect in the experiment that ghoulified him, or maybe he was just a masochist. Who knew? Who cared? Exactly. He took a seat across from Asoka and Itsuki. True to his promise, he hadn't at all remarked on the dick eating fiasco even as it came up in conversation; all he did was drink. "...So, uhh, with that bombshell dropped..." Takumi began, "...What're we doing with the kiddies?" | 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.
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43,916 | 1,203 | 47 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
The first one to emerge from their cave would be none other than Itsuki. The one with the most threatening presence, really, because expressing a callous disregard for the lives of kids, clumsy at that, sure made him go up high in the douchebag scale. But nonetheless, he'd also be first in line to have her respect. Well, not as equal, no, he'd fit the profile of henchman she'd fodderize for better trade deals between territories. She'd respect his lack of any attempt to look 'normal', because they weren't, around each other. While still oblivious to Hana's game, it was clear that her behavior was either insane or some kind of defense mechanism. As such, a weakling.
The two others, she knew little of really. One is silent, kind of creepy, maybe she'd be like the super terrifying archetype ghoul they'd display in future fear propaganda. The other literally just popped in and had tits on his face a few moments later. Formulating an opinion on that would be way too taxing.
"Sagawa? Some idiot who went to France, killed a Dutch girl, ate her, abused laws in Japan to avoid conviction, wrote a retarded comic about his murder, thought he was untouchable. I bet with my friend, Ellie, that he was a ghoul. LO AND BEHOLD I JUST MADE 1000 YEN!"
Clearly excited, she failed to notice the very strange coffee Hana was suggesting to the little dictator. What the hell was this brand? Why would they name such a tame treat such as coffee like that? This smelled like scam, but her cup was already being filled. While surely ungrateful, she wasn't bad enough to outright tell Hana to shove it since it was kind of a free meal. She'd just stare at the mug, completely disinterested in consuming that thing.
Something else would lighten the mood, however, and it'd be Hana's very crude joke. Though at first, Asoka's eyebrows furrowed, unsure what to think of what she said. But realizing that she was actually VERY SERIOUS, a large grin would form upon her features while her index finger ascended before waggling at Itsuki's direction. A massive 'OHHHHHHHHH' followed. Itsuki was condemned at this point. There's no way he was going to escape from this one, Asoka would make it her duty that this would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Ooooohhhhh Itsukiwi is a curious little boy isn't he?! Mmmmmmmhmmmm, Itsu-pee-pee is in the house! Tell me, do you curious boys eat your own horns to release tension? 'Cause I knew a few humans who'd do a lot to be able to suck their own dick. HAH! You're living proof some people can achieve their dreams! Be proud, Fellatuski!"
While she continued on to pretty much destroy Itsuki's patience, the emergence of the second male of the gang would prompt Asoka to raise an eyebrow. While all the glee she got from today's news and inflicting misery upon her unsuspecting brother, this guy just appeared. All happy and cheery on a WEEK DAY. Heck by his appearance and his smell, he just came back from a walk, or maybe a run.
'Wow, why are the guys I'm supposedly related to look so fucking douchy?'
Asoka wasn't a morning person, at all. Quite the contrary, she was allergic to the morning and quite the night gal. Upon seeing her opposite, she couldn't help but react negatively. But that would be just the start. The young man would have the audacity to engage in the conversation involving the kids Asoka had completely zoned out. To that, she'd righteously reply.
"Way to break the mood. Jeez, are you going to ask us all to do a bunch of push ups as a morning ritual? Though that could help Itsuki build some biceps~ Boys at the gym sure like that, don't they?~ But seriously, the kids are YOUR problem, not this gal's who so happens to have Macro-economy this afternoon."
And with that she immediately established her complete lack of care for these kids. Or the situation her supposed 'family' had gotten itself into. | 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
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43,917 | 1,203 | 48 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
The last one of the group had slowly risen from her slumber. Her eyes were squinted as she tried pushing herself off of the ground. She carefully gazed around her and gave a bit of a confused look to where she had fallen asleep. It was right before Takumi his door close to the hall towards the exit of the apartment. She didn't remember what she was doing but she assumed she had been watching the hallway. Her clothes were all ruffled and stinked a little from having worn them for at least 2 days now. Just like her hair that was ruffled like someone petted her like crazy. The so called morning cut was displayed on her head.
Rin stood up from her spot and quietly wandered towards the kitchen with her body half hanging because of the sleep. Rin slacked over towards the coffee and made herself one black cup of coffee. She shoved herself over towards the corner of the kitchen area and sat down like she did before, on the ground. Rin gazed in front of her as she lightly sipped the coffee from time to time. Every time she sipped a little she tried to suppress the face of disgust she made because of the bitterness. She still didn't like coffee it seemed. Rin softly rubbed her eye and gave a wide jawn. Her eyes fell on Itsuki who was wrapped in sheets. She wondered why that was. Was he that cold? It wasn't assumable that that was the case. It was pretty warm in Hana's place to Rin's taste so she doubted that was it. Maybe she would find out why he was dressed as this. She moved her head a little towards the floor at her side trying to look under the sheets if he had something to hide maybe. | 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. |
43,918 | 1,203 | 49 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
If looks could kill, then Hana's head would've exploded into a billion tiny little chunks the minute she opened her mouth in that annoyingly playful tone of hers that alert Itsuki to what she was going to do before she even got it all out. It was a short-live glare though, followed shortly by a sigh as Itsuki simply counted down from three, pointing toward Asoka as she finally understood that Hana was in fact serious, his sighs only getting deeper as she continued speaking, his eye twitching ever so slightly as he tried his best to shut down any responses he wanted to make. There was simply no point in playing her game, as he knew he wasn't nearly witty enough to beat this Asoka in wordplay and would simply just dig his hole deeper and have to deal with all of her annoying nicknames at a more frequent rate. Instead, he turned his attention back to Hana, his gaze narrowing a little, though this time in more of an annoyed fashion than one of any actual anger.
"Not mean enough, apparently. You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" He asked half-heartedly, not really needing answer. As much 'fun' as them poking fun at his rather traumatizing and painful memories of desperation were, he wasn't really in the mood to humor them by getting upset by their dumb antics. He walked over to the coffee maker, sticking a random thing into it and waiting for it to brew, looking over at Takumi as he asked them about the kids. Before he could reply, however, Asoka beat him to it, and, though he hated to admit it, she shared a similar mindset to him.
"Whatever you guy's decide to do with them, it's got nothing to do with me. Only offered to take them in out respect to the old man, but since Hana seems to have things well in hand, then I'll be washing my hands of them. Besides, I'm sure you've noticed how I'm not much of a people person anymore." Itsuki cracked his fingers as he spoke, a bit of a habit he'd had since he was young whenever he was feeling uncomfortable. The feeling of his knuckles popping always seemed to get his mind of off what ever it was that was bothering him. "Moving on from that, I'm going to be going out in a bit. Have to go visit a . . . friend of mine that I haven't seen in some time."
Itsuki expression became unreadable as he mentioned this 'friend', but he seemed unlikely to say anything more on the subject, reaching put from his wrapping to crap his cup of now brewed coffee and taking a slight sip before he once again turned his attention to Hana.
"Hana, do you have any nice-looking clothes around that you're not using? The place I'm heading to is probably going to be okay, but it's best if I don't roll in there dressed in my blood-stained rags."
As he spoke, he would be too busy with talking to the others too notice Rin's attempt to look under his blankets, and while he held them reasonable close together, she would be able to tell that he was likely either naked, or only wearing underwear due to the fact that his legs were completely bare. | 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 |
43,919 | 1,203 | 50 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana's sight rythmically followed each and everyone of their responses, taking small thoughtful sips of her coffee while it. Itsuki's murderous stare made her tense so slightly, not because of the stare but more of a concern of being self-aware of his finicky overblown responses as of late. Her lips curled in a smile upon seeing the sleepy-faced Rin fumbling for coffee. Seriously, Rin, how could you act so cute despite being completely antisocial.
"Rinrin...good morning. You might want to have a shower. I also have some old clothes of me which could fit you if you want to." She cooed, her eyes then resting on the other three ghouls.
"Hana-chan is a mother hen sort, so relax, she has that part covered." She said in response of Takumi's question, and Itsuki's and Asoka's negative."It's not like Hana-chan had faith in either of you in first place. I'm sure inflation models are waaay more interesting." She finished, a hint of poison in her voice, before clasping her mouth with her hand."So much vitriol in the morning. Might be because Hana-chan underslept quite a bit. Hana-chan apologizes." She said, drifting towards Itsuki, her arms wrapping around his shoulders from the back, her banana pajamas against the blanket, and her lips inching closer to his ear.
"Hana-chan missed all of you, bakas." She said, in a whisper that would make Rin proud."But you can't expect Hana to not be mad at people threatening her charges at her clinic." She added, her finger tracing for Itsuki's nose before gently poking him."Stupid"
She breathed slightly, her eyes flickering towards the lot."I intend to school the kiddies, just like the old man did. This clinic could use some inheritors and more ghoul staffers. I hope they don't object too much." She said in a more serious tone, weighing her options."First, though, an unpleasant business must be taken care of. I need to shake the doves for information on that Tooru the kids mentioned." She said, biting her lip, finally adressing Itsuki once more.
"I do have clothes, but you're not going anywhere like this, Ikki." She said, her eyes staring into his. "You were hit by at least two kagunes yesterday, one of which I suspect was a quinque, rather, by the unnatural straight nature of the cut." Her grip strenghtened all of a sudden. "Plus you're in very poor mental state. At any moment, you'll break down and snap at everything. You need rest, counselling, and talking with people. And I could use some pointers on what I'll find in the fifth ward."
She paused, was she forgetting something? "About the clothes, well, they're Ward Leader Tsurugi ones, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if i explain it pretty please. Don't make this an habit, though." | 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. |
43,920 | 1,203 | 51 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Call to Action
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Pfft. Like morning push-ups are going to help," Takumi waved that suggestion away with a gesture of his hand, "No... The only morning ritual going on here is the one I use to absorb everyone's energy and good cheer in the morning!" He made sure to tilt his head to the side like a cute anime girl, and to enunciate his words with the utmost brightness. He took a sip from his drink before setting it down to listen attentively to the rest of his answers to his inquiry. Once most of the concerned parties had spoken, the young man began idly swished the remaining water in his cup, apparently pondering his siblings' answers to his question if that look on his face was anything to go by. At least Hana could see that he'd taken that 'relax' bit to heart; so far his reaction was as benign as could be expected.
'On the bright side, nobody can say I didn't try,' the half-ghoul quickly downed the last bit of liquid in his cup before standing to get a refill. He supposed that it was only natural for most of the answers to be in the negative; Everyone else seemed to have civilian lives to return to, so it's not as if they could suddenly take on a great responsibility like this without a major upheaval in their daily lives. 'Yikes,' he thought, a realization coming to him for the nth time, 'What have I been doing all these years?' If the Old Man was alive, he'd probably be kinda pissed. But thatt was fitting, in a way; he'd always had a knack for somehow managing to disappoint people when it counted the most, ha. He hummed a jaunty tune he'd heard on the radio as he filled his cup back up. Turning back to his compatriots, he spoke up. "Well, I guess you guys gotta do what you gotta do," his voice carrying just enough awkward airiness and genuine sincerity to make it seem, well, genuinely awkward, "S'not like I can fault you for it."
Granted he hadn't committed to contributing to the upbringing of these kids either, so that was as much a statement of mutual understanding as it was an absolution of any guilt. That isn't to say it hadn't crossed his mind but, like most things, Takumi would cross that bridge only if he had to. While he didn't like how Hana was taking on all the responsibility, he knew there wasn't a whole lot he could do to help. Fortunately it seemed she had everything covered to a satisfactory degree, so he could tuck that decision into the recesses of his mind. With that in mind - or rather, not in mind - he returned to his seat just in time to register the first item on Hana's agenda.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead," the ex-CCG commented, taking an unconcerned quaff. From what he could infer, this 'Tooru' was one of the kids, which really didn't help his chances in Takumi's mind. Children are known neither for possessing information of great value or powerful kagune to farm for briefcases. Best case scenario was that this kid knew how to bluff, or that the agents with ownership rights feel uncomfortable with the situation and are currently trying to delay it. "I'll help how I can, but I'm not hurting any investigators," he was very adamant about that; although maybe not for the reason that he himself thought.
He perked up quite a bit when Itsuki mentioned visiting a friend of his. "S'it some kinda lady caller?" Takumi asked innocently, setting down his drink and looking to Itsuki with surprised wide eyes. Itsuki himself said that he hadn't been much of a people person, so this friend was obviously someone who'd torn down his walls. And combined with that 'tall, dank and mysterious' aesthetic that he seemed so fond of...
Yes, this was obviously the correct conclusion.
Takumi was now invested in this situation, but whether this was a good or bad thing was up for debate. "Oh, I've got some spare clothes handy," he piped up. Considering that Itsuki was only about two centimeters taller than he was, what fit him should, in theory, fit the other. "I'm not sure black's your color though." | 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 |
43,921 | 1,203 | 52 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
Rin drowsily stared at Hana for a moment. Rin didn't seem like she was much of a morning person and looked pretty uninterested at Hana her advice's. After Hana mentioned the possibility of getting some old clothes from her Rin's sight slowly wandered downwards. She glared at the rack of Hana for a moment and looked back at Hana's face again seeing if she was really serious about that. From which age did Hana have clothes for Rin, it made her ponder. With a somewhat annoyed look she slacked to her corner while half muttering.
"I don't like baths."
Like a shark RinRin silently approached her prey. She was lying half across the floor as her line of sight only widened into the world of the blanket. She could tell Ikki wasn't much of the shaving type by his hairy legs. She was pretty much lying with her head against the blanket now but still had to venture deeper. It was truly magnificent seeing true nature under the blanket. Rin lifted the blanket up a little with two of her fingers but as soon as she got a peek of his naked bum she let go of the blanket gently brushing the blanket over her face as it fell into place again. She moved her head away and sat upright with her legs crossed. Her face was a little red as she stared down at the ground.
Apparently Ikki was gonna go out soon to meet friends. He was acting so casual about it, it was almost like he didn't even care that he got hurt that badly yesterday. Rin glared at him in disappointment. He was thinking too much of himself. She averted her sight to some nearby wall and was reminded on why she never liked to do stuff with Ikki, too pushy.
Still she felt a little bit of responsibility to help her dumb brother out. Takumi offered his help so would Rin do the same. She gave a quiet nod and pointed at herself.
"I can help too..." | 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. |
43,922 | 1,203 | 53 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
"Yeah, yeah."
Itsuki was unfazed by Hana's comment on him and Asoka's lack of desire to care for the brats, though her following whisper did draw a slight look, though he chose not to say anything, though he did look a bit annoyed at her poking him in the nose, he wrinkled it a bit before readjusting his coverings a bit. As Hana went on top give a spiel about her plans for the kids, he kind of spaced out, lacking interest in what she had planned, only to have his eyes lock on to hers as she expressed her desire to keep him there to enact more treatments on him, something he found unnecessary and bothersome.
He was about to give Hana a piece of his mind on the topic when Takumi chose to comment on Itsuki's desire to meet someone, unintentionally hitting a bullseye, though not in the way he thought. The dark haired ghoul immediately froze for a second, his eyes seeming to fade out as he remember his lover, his teeth gritting together before he let out a sigh, feeling the usual depression falling over him that always came when he thought back to those times. He looked from Takumi to Hana to Rin, who seemed to be red in the face for some reason, before he decided to speak.
"Thanks for the clothes Takumi, and black will be fine. Perfect, even, given that I'm visiting a graveyard." Itsuki spoke in a low tone, the depression not really showing through as he tried to act nonchalant about it, though whether he was successful about it or not, he wasn't too sure. He turned to Rin, giving her a slight grin, empty and lacking in real emotion, in response to her request. "I'm sorry, I doubt there's much you can help with in this regard. If you really wanted to, you could come with. It might do to have someone watching over me, so that Hana doesn't throw a fit over just cause I got a few scratches." Itsuki pounded on his chest to show that he was just fine, and he suceeded in not wincing as the pain hit him. He wasn't hurt bad enough that he couldn't fight if need be, but he wouldn't be able to fight at his best, less he reopen the wounds. Still, he'd be damned if he was going to stay here a second long. He'd been putting this off long enough, and he knew he'd likely lose his nerves again if he didn't do this now.
"Is that good enough for you, Hana? I know you have my best interest at heart, but this . . . it's something I need to do, okay?" Itsuki's voice caught in his throat a little as he took another breath, a memory flashing in his mind at the time that almost brought him to tears, but he continued on, refusing to let himself breakdown here. "I'll let you give a check-up when I comeback, alright?" | 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 |
43,923 | 1,203 | 54 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Not That Kind of Morning
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"KHHF-" Takumi restrained the sudden urge to spit take, and swallowed down the water and air caught in his mouth. "Wait... What." he sputtered, as if his surprise needed any additional establishment. His earnest heart had been expecting a cute, shoujo-esque blushu-blushu kiss-kiss-fall-in-love kind of thing, not something as dour as early morning grave visitations. Jeez, and Asoka said he was the one who was killing the mood this morning? Unfortunately, that's just how these things go; at least he could roll with the punches. "Shit. Sorry about that, man," Takumi stated, though more for the common courtesy than for actually expressing any legitimate regret over the loss. It wasn't like he knew the dead person at all, and he usually shied away from sentiments like that. Bad for morale - case and point. "I'll... just go grab that shirt..." He stood from his seat, did a little 'I'll be back' gesture of his hand, and headed for 'his' room to pick up the promised black shirt.
His quick return to the central living space was heralded by the aforementioned shirt flying at the back of Itsuki's head. This roughly coincided with the final few statements from Itsuki, begging to be allowed this one chance at mourning his loss. Awkwardly, Takumi rubbed his forearm and cleared his throat. "I think you ought to just let the poor guy go," he agreed, trying to improve Itsuki's argumentative footing. As much as the idea of visiting a graveyard - and suggesting that someone else do so - contended with his worldview, watching his brother stew in eternal lamentation was no good either. "...Mental health's important," he added as vague and also rather flimsy justification considering Hana had already brought that issue up. It was clear that he wasn't entirely sold on the idea of sending Itsuki off, and was probably just doing this out of pity. "I'm sure he can hide from the CCG for an hour or two." He swiped his cup from the table and gave it a few contemplative swishes. "Could always use the buddy system to keep safe, like nii-san said." He took a sip. "Umm... Yeah. I guess."
Takumi shrugged and craned his neck side to side, getting out the kinks with audible pops. "We should see about getting info on that kid first, whether nii-san goes or not," he thumbed at the clock, "Time's a wastin'" | 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.
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43,924 | 1,203 | 55 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Awaken from Slumber - 3rd Ward
The harsh bang of fresh garbage being tossed into a metal dumpster along with the rotten smell of yesterday's catch stirred a slumbering monster from her accidental snooze. Ideally in a stakeout, the person who was spying would never fall asleep lest something important happened at the location that they were staking out. For example, letting that Rinkaku Ghoul slip away undetected or even worse, being discovered after that certain side of you willing exposed your identity. But it was no use now, as what was done was done. Groggily, Miyako rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wake up and focus, even rising to her feet and shake herself from head to toe to stave off the exhaustion from last night.
Last night... That had hardly gone the way Miyako, the real Miyako, had hoped. As it turns out, killing a bunch of lower ranking, uninformed ghouls to lure a higher ranking, informed ghoul was not the best strategy when you have an internal struggle for control with an inner demon. Despite not being in control, she could remember the entire night. The fight, the CCG showing up, the Rinkaku's flight, and the very long night Miyako had to track that ghoul. Rinkaku's dripping wounds was eventually the trail that she picked up. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to find her stakeout spot, an alleyway just down the street from the Clinic, until after the sun began peeking above the horizon. It wasn't her first experience this late, in fact, she was rather conditioned to it, but despite her supernatural powers she is still mortal.
While recalling last night as if it were all a drunken stupor, Miyako stumbled out of her hiding place and made her way to the "mouth" of the alleyway and leaned weakly against a building while she kept her eyes glued to the front door of that Clinic. It was at this time the question of "Was this all really worth it?" flashed through Miyako's head, but the question was quickly dispelled. In truth, she did not know if this was worth it but she was on a detective case and this was a lead. Her only lead at this point. Up to this point, Miyako had been having a tough time cracking into the Tokyo Underground as she was a fairly new to this changed Tokyo. Of course, she wasn't deterred by it. She knew what had to be done and her experience from Italy was paramount to her work now. But first thing first, Rinkaku had to be found.
Last night, Rinkaku made the mistake of answering Miyako's summons and as a result, she thought he would know something. However, Rinkaku may not even be that important anymore as there was clearly some significance to this Clinic. Miyako could have followed Rinkaku's scent trail inside with all the blood he lost last night, but she didn't dare. Her back still ached from being thrashed and she was exhausted at that point. Regardless, this Clinic appeared to be pretty ordinary so it made it all the more stranger that a very strong ghoul would wander in seeking assistance. His wounds must have been clearly identified as caused by a Kagune, so why risk exposure for this particular clinic? Clearly something was inside, but as to what, Miyako did not know.
A trip inside could provide Miyako useful information but it had a hitch. Rinkaku was likely to identify and compromise Miyako if he was still inside which meant it was all the more important she know if he has left or not. Thus, the stakeout continues. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,925 | 1,203 | 56 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana stared at Itsuki, then Rin, then Takumi, then Itsuki again. She sighed, tilting her head sideways. She let out a pained smile, nodding in acceptance. "Hana-chan understands, Ikki... just be...safe, alright." Her stare met the floor as she shuffled around, looking dejected, trying to cope up with the fact Itsuki was stubborn as a mule.
And as if on cue, her stare shot upwards once more. And she was smiling. But it was not the usual cheery and bubbly smile from Hana. This one was full of cynicism and cruelty. As if on cue, her usual upbeat voice dropped an octave all of a sudden."You'd love to hear this from me, no? After all Hana is a worriwart, and a fool, and whatever she says, she doesn't understand the need of Itsuki, the great Kakuja ghoul who is still weeping because some ghouls killed her whore." She dropped, staring intently at the Kakuja.
"The needs of the many, Itsuki, the needs of the many. Turns out you know valuable intel...because a ghoul capable of sending you to MY clinic in THIS ward, could upset the carefully laid out status quo? Do you even know what that word is? Of course not. You only built your strength, and cared about your shiny kagune."
She shrugged. "But I'll spell it out so you can understand. Tell me who your attacker was, and then you can drop dead on your lover's tomb. That is my condition and fee, non negotiable. And don't even think of dine and dash." She said, her eyes now displaying both Kakugan. | 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. |
43,926 | 1,203 | 57 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Itsuki looked at Hana with a sort of restrained calm, not overtly reacting to what she said. The only way you could tell that he was pissed off was that his Kakugan was fully active, the white orbs clashing with Hana's crimson as they begun their clash of wills. After a few moments, he took the shirt offered by Takumi without any words, taking a seat in order to put it on while still keeping his dignity. Once it was on, he did find it to be a bit on the short side, but not too much that it was unwearable, just a tad uncomfortable. He then returned his gaze to Hana, not really seeming to intimidated by her ultimatum.
"You're right about one thing . . . I don't give a flying fuck about your damn status quo. It has nothing to do with me, because I was only here to have a place out of the rain to sleep. I don't know jack-shit about the crazy bitch who attacked me back at the warehouse, but I do know the only reason she's still breathing is because the Doves came around, and while I could've dealt with them easily, dead doves just bring more of their flock. The only reason I'm telling you this is, simply put, because i respect the operation you have here. You try to pick a fuckin' fight with me, and you'll see what a Kajuka can do personally. I might now win, but I'm certain I;ll make enough of a mess to bring the CCG to your doorstep." As he spoke, his Rinkaku began to slithered out from underneath the blanket, the jagged scales seeming to clatter against each other in warning. With his Kagune still out, he'd get up and head to the room where he'd stayed the night. If Hana or any of the others tried to do anything, he'd strike with out mercy or compassion, but if they let him pass, then he'd pass without incident into his room. After a few moments, he came out with the same pants from last night, the new shirt, and his over-coat. Still looked shady as fuck, but at this point, he didn't care.
"Enjoy your day, enjoy the kids, and have a good fuckin' life. Hopefully, you don't end up in someone's stomach or briefcase."
And with that, Itsuki would leave the building, not feeling like he needed to stay anymore. | 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 |
43,927 | 1,203 | 58 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
Some people got salty, some remained cheery, it was all too mundane for little ol' Asoka who simply wanted heads to fume and mornings to be a little more ... Action packed. Sans the CCG of course. They were just general party poopers. Though she couldn't help but feel more and more sickened by Takumi's radiating positivity. Hana was one thing, with her attempts to belittle her brilliance as possible, but this was too much. Sleepy Rin stood in the middle, leaving angsty Itsuki to counter balance the other two. The great lord Asoka, goddess of Asokaism, would have to restore balance by being one hell of an antagonist in this little clique.
There was this focus on the elder's activities, the reasons why he was wounded and what he was out to do now. He was a ghoul so inquiring such a thing would seem to be somewhat redundant for Asoka. Entering this conversation would seem as enticing as watching Rin attempt to formulate a sentence longer than ten words. As such, Asoka would simply peer her attention over to the newspaper set on the table, next to her mug of coffee. She'd skim page after page as revelations came to be in the exchange she overwatched with very little interest invested.
"Lady friend? I thought we established he only ate dick ..."
She added, her eyes remaining dawned over the various headlines in the budget piece of paper. No signs of snickering however, perhaps she thought a tad bit of seriousness would add more to the humor. She didn't want this to end up being a dead horse already now did she? Not that she'd mind, as long as it tormented Itsuki.
"... But maybe you prefer ghoul dick? I mean ... It regenerates so ... Wow, we may be onto something, Itsukiwi! Maybe we can patent it once Ghoul porn becomes an actual thing~"
Her eyes were finally driven back to Itsuki, the snarky and condescending tone back and shit eating grin as big as ever. At exactly the right time too, as the graveyard mention made the whole story clear. Would it change Asoka's mind in the slightest? No, not really. Ghoul mentality was strong in her, and as such she would have little to no regard for the loss of loved ones, especially if it involved not so brilliant, violent man eaters.
But then ... It happened. She snapped, not Asoka, but the supposed dim witted sibling of her's. Hana was showing some interesting development here, something that would make our little tyrant abandon her read in order to confer her whole attention to the two in conflict. Eyes glimmer as she blinked, pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. Biting her lower lip, it made her all the more excited to see Itsuki react accordingly to it all. Were they going to fight? Was the nerdy doctor going to continue affirming her dominance? Would the angtsy one leave after attempting to slaughter all he considered family? She hungered for a euphoric conclusion.
"Mmmm fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!~ When did you get so hot, Hana-Banana?~ Screw Rin, lemme in that bath if you promise to keep that trashy, shit mouth of yours running! <3"
Ascending from her seat, she approached the hot battlefield they had laid out. Casually stepping on the still dormant Kagune Itsuki had displayed for intimidation purposes. Kakuja or not, he wasn't exactly doing the smartest thing here. One had home advantage, one had unknown abilities and one could rip at least a portion of his kakuhou from her position, not to mention crush parts of his Kagune from the get go. And only with her hands and feet.
"Shit. I'm horny now. Either let him go or I'm ripping that dick-like tentacle of his. I am oh-so getting rid of distractions."
Eyes were lazy as she stated such a blatant fact about her libido, lips pursed afterward. Her gaze remained on Hana, however, or rather her always so enjoyable cleavage. The monster's little tongue could be seen cleansing her thin lips as her desire ceaselessly grew. Only one thing could turn a power monger like her to that point, and that'd be a immense display of authority in the most unexpected of circumstances. | 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: |
43,928 | 1,203 | 59 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana's semblance tensed visiblely, as her fists clenched. To the observant eye, shifting could be seen underneath her banana pajamas, a sure indicative of her kagune about to be activated in response to the heavy handed threat. Her eyes darted to Asoka's comments, who found the whole thing amusing. One thing Hana she agreed with the little mischievous brat was that Itsuki's tentacles were gross as male bodyparts.
And then out of a sudden, she inhaled once. Her kakugan disappeared in a single blink, as well as the shifting, but the angered expression was there. "So that's what you really think. That everything thing is about fighting your way in the world. Even to prove the fact your way is the only right way, and that you are never wrong. That only your base cravings matter. And for that, you're flailing your kagune about, directing threats against your stepsisters and stepbrother, and attempting to bring ruin to a place who is a beacon for both humans and ghouls in this rather hostile ward. Not to mention the fact that you're aware we have children there."
She paused, her arms planted on her hips firmly."You know what those people are called? Trash. You're just a trashy, shitty bully wannabe who wants to feel special, who wants a tap in the shoulder and justify yourself that you did it for the right thing, for the right way. Because you killed a lot of people, and you can't handle being a wantom murderer. You. Make. Me. Sick. "
The female ghoul finished, not before curling up and tensing up a last time, readying her attack. And out of nowhere it went, a glob of spit landing square on his face.
"There's the ration for your travels, you Kakuja trash. You know where the door is." Hana stated, before composing her semblance once more, the cheery, ditzy visage people were familiar with. | 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. |
43,929 | 1,203 | 60 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
Rin averted her eyes when Asoka started talking shit about Itsuki. She didn't really care about what she said about him and didn't want to get involved with it either. When Rin declined the bath offer Asoka seemed to take it. She made some ridiculous lovers comment only she could make. Rin pouted beneath her scarff and let out a soft nonserious unphased voice.
"Baka Aho ka"
She averted here eyes once more. Itsuki replied to the offer of her help. He didn't sound to fond of her joining his little trip to his friends at the graveyard. Rin shifted her eyes to a more glaring look pointed right at him. Why couldn't she trust him. It was a weird feeling. She wanted to but she knew he wasn't gonna be okay on his own.
"Still coming..."
Hana finally agreed to let Itsuki go. There was something. She could smell. It was near them. Hana noticed it too. Rin carefully sniffed the air. Unfamiliar. Hana knew her though. She stared at Hana as she clearly broke down. It was over with her business that she had ran it seems. She had seen Hana like this before, rarely though. Maybe only once or twice. Hana was a good person.
The extra limbs Hana had were full out spread across the room. She was mad at Itsuki. Itsuki likewise, he didn't take it from Hana. Were they gonna fight? Rin wasn't sure. Itsuki's personality took a change when Hana had mentioned the ghoul from outside. He still seemed rather collected and calm about the situation. He threatened to hurt them though by pulling out his kagune too. Rin was unphased.
When Itsuki got dressed and all he suddenly decided to leave. Hana had her last painfull words with him and decide to make him leave instead. She didn't want any more scum in her house. Rin kind of wondered if this would be the right thing to do. Hmm she felt a bit gloomy for Itsuki though. | 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. |
43,930 | 1,203 | 61 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Stop! You're Tearing This Family Apart!!!
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
In a single moment, the atmosphere of the room became electric. The kakugan of two beliigerents flared to life, and kagune unfurled, threatening each other and any interlopers. This was certainly a volatile situation. Takumi held held his hands underneath the table, bunching them up into trembling, white-knuckled fists. He did nothing more than watch as Itsuki crossed the room like a mad dog and Hana dispensed her venomous invective. Civility was thrown out the window as threats were loosed against the bystanders, and more insults were said than proper responses. To be fair though, Hana's sudden, angry change was understandable, given the uncooperative nature of the eldest male, who was dealing with his own emotional problems in turn. But despite his rationalizations, Takumi's disdain for it all was readily apparent on his face, as much as he tried to maintain a hard line with his mouth. His instincts were screaming at him to do something about it, to put down this anarchic dick-measuring contest, but he couldn't muster the will to move - not out of fear, but out of ambivalence.
As much as he wanted to lose his shit and shout angrily about how this farcical mid-morning conflict was tearing their family apart in a desperate attempt to create a semblance of harmony, he understood that the damage had been done. There was no changing the past, and the underlying issues here were beyond his comprehension and ability to deal with. Thus, instead of adding fire to the flames, Takumi just breathed out a long, heavy sigh and slouched back into his chair. It was far too early to for him to deal with this sort of melodrama, so he did his best to tune it out. He swiped the newspaper that Asoka had left behind and began perusing the articles as the two - now three - continued their little scuffle. If there was anything to be said about his past antisocial reading habit, it was that it left him with a particularly useful skill for the purpose of not liberating oneself of the outside world. He was now in his own little realm of Dutch cannibal serial killers, trashy celebrity romance, and political bullshit that required more context to understand than he cared for, even if he was still going to read through it like he knew what was going on.
'What am I doing? Even I know this is bullshit.'
Takumi tossed the newspaper across from him. It was like a constant noise in the back of his mind, urging him to do his part against his best judgment. If only to appease his own conscience, he would say something. He trained his eyes on the family and rested his elbows on the table. "To think, eight years pass and we're already this close to tearing each other apart. Damn, the old man's probably rolling in his grave right now," he commented, halfheartedly playing it off as an offhand comment. "Though I guess that means we really are a family if I know my shows," he joked - an obvious attempt at bringing a bit more levity to the situation. He was having a hard time repressing the expression of equivocacy. "...We... are family, right?" he asked, hesitation in his tone, "Doesn't really seem like it right now." He didn't think anything he could really say would make the situation any better, so he decided to quit there. "...Well, if you ever need help, you can just find me," Takumi said, giving a little goodbye wave, "Stay safe, nii-san." | 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.
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43,931 | 1,203 | 62 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Hana and Asoka were ignored for the most part as Itsuki walked past them, taking a moment to stare at Hana as he wiped off the wad of spit she had launched at his face with his sleeve. He seemed like he was about to respond to her, but kept silent, not wanting to escalate things more than he already had. He was getting ready to just leave the group to their own business, when Takumi suddenly spoke up, seeming rather shaken up by the breakdown between him and Hana, He stopped for a second, contemplating his brother's question, offer, and farewell, before he decided to respond.
"I'll do my best, Takumi, but don't hold your breath on seeing me again. It's probably better for your health if that doesn't happen. Have a good life." Itsuki, his face having reverted to an emotionless mask, sent a small nod towards his half-ghoul brother, before moving out the door and up the floors. After a few minutes, he was out of the clinic, taking a deep breath as he slowly began his walk away from the building. While he didn't show it, Hana's words had cut rather deep, further supplementing his own doubts and increasing the self-hatred he'd been feeling in himself. What is wrong with me? I had finally reunited with my old family and the first thing I do is fucking get myself kicked out. Hana crossed the line, but I should've . . .just . . .
The thought ended with both an internal and external sigh, his hands curling up into fists as he looks down, wondering why he didn't just end it already. What did he truly have to live for anymore. His fiance was dead, his vengeance had been more than sated, and his siblings may as well be strangers for all he could relate to them, not to mention how little control he had over his own demons. Hana's right, I'm nothing but trash that can't handle the life I've chosen. I should've just stayed in the 24th ward till I ended up dead. . . why did I even leave? What was I hoping could be accomplished by coming back here? I'm not even close to strong enough to attempt to live a normal life. . . so again why do I even keep trying? What is the point in my life anymore.
At this point, Itsuki would be a couple blocks away from clinc when he turned his head around, looking at the little mute that had decided to follow him, his eyes cold and emotionless, showing nothing of the inner turmoil he was feeling. Regarding Rin with a silent gaze, he turned back around without a word of complaint of thanks, leaving it up to the girl to decide whether her continued presence was welcome or not.
Takeshi
The sounds of voices raised in anger, discomfort(and lust in the case of one Tiny Tyrant) drew the attention of a half-asleep Takeshi, who crawled away from his still slumbering brother, who was mumbling something in his sleep as he curled up, apparently having a nightmare of some kind. Frowning slightly at this, Takeshi sighed as he reached out to rub his brother's head, immediately calming him as his body slowly uncurled and his breathing became more even. Takeshi still wondered what had happened to his younger sibling before he had met the group to keep on giving him nightmares nearly every night. He'd been like that for as long as he'd been in their little family, and usually it fell to their missing eldest sibling or Mii to comfort him when he got like this, but since neiher where options right now, he had filled the position of Kazuya's current dream catcher.
Once that was done with, the silver-haired ghoul came out of the room into the main area, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Looking around at everything at this moment, he was aware of two things: Somethign seemed to be bothering Hana . . . the Tiny Tyrant was giving her supposed sibling a look that made him feel very uncomfortable. Enough so that he actually took a very roundabout route around the edge of the room to avoid having to go anywhere near her at the moment.
"What was all of that yelling for? And what's wrong with her, cause she's creeping me out right now with that look on her face." Takeshi half-mumbled, still feeling a bit tired after just waking up, gesturing to Asoka in junction with his final statement with a wary look on his face, as if the diminutive ghoul might jump either him or Hana at any moment. | 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 |
43,932 | 1,203 | 63 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
Blah blah blah ...
Is all she heard, really. All this bickering, while it did show some true colors all around, was getting really tiring for our controlling friend. She was horny, this shift in paradigm and exposition of who Hana really was made her want to dominate her person, to crush this assurance she displayed all the while delivering the most intense of pleasures. What a fucked up mess Asoka was, and yet she seemed to be the most level headed of the gang.
Itsuki was bailing, Takumi seemed to be a bit torn between the two sides and Rin just went with it. How polarized this all was, the competition, it'd make a power monger like Asoka drown in euphoria. With Itsuki gone and Rin following, only the little kids would serve as barriers between Asoka and her need to 'release' her bottled up desires. Well, not so bottled up; one could say she was a very ope individual, very expressive. In her own, perverse way.
Though one of the children would address her in particular. Great, kids while mummy and daddy were going to screw, the biggest of turn offs in the various series she indulged in instead of studying. Her eyes shifted from side to side, trying to find something, anything to get them out of her way. Maybe just answering his question would help? She just wanted them OUT!
"Hana-Banana is having a little breakdown~ Don't worry, Aunty-Asoka will fix that! Right?~ Just enjoy the stuff in the fridge, yeah? And uh ... TV! Gte the remote!"
Her malicious and seductive gaze would cross both Takumi's and Hana's, her intentions becoming clearer as she went along. Perhaps they would have the idea that she was simply being provocative, a little shit trying to add her little person into the conflict. But the truth was she truly wanted to have sex with them, here and now. Was it unusual? Sort of, but as a university student with the libido of a hare, it came to no surprise that she treated it as something as easily accessible as candy in a vending machine.
"If you're into that kind of shit, we sure are, ol' big brother of mine~ <3"
Her twisted response to his inquiry whether they were family or not was oh so typical of her. Though what came next would likely surprise even those completely accustomed to her. Raising both her hands just above her head with fingers waggling, he'd quickly plunge them both into the edge of both Takumi's and Hana's pants. In more detail, she'd essentially clamp her palm and fingers on the opening of their pants, most of her fingers actually diving INSIDE while her thumb remained locked on the button or belt they maintained on their leg wear.
With that swift and beyond socially acceptable initiative, she'd tug on their piece of clothing as if she were to drag them through the corridors once more and toward the room she had appropriated herself. All she needed was ONE to follow, the resistance of another would only be met with more force as long as they didn't downright free themselves from her grasp. Once in the room, however, there'd be no escape! As for the kids? Hah! Any interference and a kick to the gut from the most physically brutal ghoul of the group would be their reward.
"Be back in thirty, more or less~" | 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
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43,933 | 1,203 | 64 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Impulse - 3rd Ward
Time passed as Miyako continued her quiet vigil down the street from the clinic. Judging from the small level of activity, the place seemed pretty mundane as what Miyako assumed were regular humans shuffling in and out of the doors occasionally. But nothing was guaranteed at this vantage point and after carefully considering the variables, Miyako decided to approach.
Since last night, she found the time to change her clothes before falling asleep in that alleyway. A large gray sweatshirt completely encompassed her small upper body, with the sleeves stretching past her hands and the bottom just barely stretching past her shorts to make it look like the sweatshirt was the only thing she was wearing. Her distinct gray hair was lazily cloaked by a ball cap and a newly acquired surgical mask hid her face somewhat. The whole thing made her look younger than she actually was especially considering her size, but overall, it was a pretty weak disguise. All things considered, however, beggars couldn't be choosers as Miyako acquired all this stuff through various frowned upon means.
Miyako eventually ducked into a small shop across the street and using the storefront window, she put on the act of analyzing the merchandise. In this case, she was holding two umbrellas in her hand and held both up as if trying to decide which color suited her best. The gray one, obviously, but at least she made the whole act somewhat convincing.
Enough time would pass that Mi would have to try to browse other items but shortly after her internal umbrella debate had ended, she saw movement across the street. A man was walking out the clinic and while he appeared no different than other physically, he didn't look content like the others. No, it wasn't a sad, bad news from the doctor, look but it was one that looked as if he were brimming with rage. Anger was definitely not a common thing to feel after a clinic visit. As the man stormed out, Miyako eyed him carefully as he walked, studying him carefully for anything recognizable.
In all honesty, Mi didn't have much to go off of but she did remember the man from last night being slightly larger than the average Japanese male. Also there was a faint hint of the man's true injuries that he was trying to conceal. He looked nearly healthy but there was a slight disruption each time he took a step. As Mi continued to weigh her evidence, she noticed a small (very small) girl in pursuit. Had they recently held a verbal dispute? If so, that debunked a large part of Mi's evidence that this was the Rinkaku.
Curious about the two, Mi stepped out and followed them for a bit until Mi's subject turned to face the small female behind him. Mi waited for a yell or anything to indicate anything concerning what happened in the clinic, but nothing came. The man was silent and suddenly, Mi felt a very eerie reminder of last night. It's him..., croaked Mi's other half almost sounding hungry causing Mi's mouth to water. The Rinkaku from last had also been speechless. It was poor evidence but everything considered, Mi felt a little better about her next move...
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The clinic looked very modern and just reeked of the classic clinic clique. Plenty of humans were both staffing and visiting the place making the place very convincing, but not enough. The air had a tinge of Ghoul in it and as Mi continued inside she could already smell the receptionist, who reeked of being a Ghoul. She was preoccupied with some of the human visitors but Mi didn't need to trouble her, she knew she was in the right place.
Miyako, in her current appearance, looked as if she were some lost kid but surprisingly, no one gave her grief over it as she poked around the first floor briefly before slipping up the stairs to the second floor. Again, Mi briefly poked around but did not get a sense there were any Ghouls present outside of the still faint whiff of Ghoul stench. Continuing she did the same and found a hotel-ish floor. For the most part, Mi did her best not to confront people and stay out of sight. It was better to avoid attention in this case. But again, Mi didn't find any presence of Ghoul activity but only noted that the Ghoul stench felt slightly stronger as she went up.
Fourth Floor. Mi could smell it. Smell them. Ghouls. The air was so pungent now, Mi could feel her stomach churn and growl in excite as if her other half had began to chant inside her. Following the wafting scent, she eventually stumbled upon a scene that you couldn't really describe all that well. A Ghoul with pigtails had her hands tucked inside the pants of two other Ghouls. There was another Ghoul but he was largely overshadowed by the whole hand ordeal.
"Excuse me..." Mi called softly to the others from her spot. Her other half was figuratively devouring her internally as she watched the other Ghouls. Her mouth watered and she could just taste their flesh. Mi would have wiped her mouth but she was still wearing the mask and could feel herself slobbering on it. "... I was hoping someone can help me..." She continued, her voice slightly muffled by the mask. She was really laying on the innocent thing and tried sounding as far from a threat as possible. It was a little too early to get into a spat right now, despite her other half wanting it desperately. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,934 | 1,203 | 65 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin
Rin left after Itsuki without a word. She looked as calm as ever, a little tired though since she had been up for most of the night and wouldn't have woken up so early on any normal days either. She needed some more caffeine or something but she doubted Itsuki would stop for something like that. Rin kept on his tail for now with nothing really interesting happening. He gave her a look but she kept gazing forward looking quite unmoved by it.
It was only because Itsuki looked hurt and not only physical that she had decided to stay close to him. Back then he used to be more cheerful and such then how he looked now. He looked like an emotional wreck if she would have to say so herself. Was there a way to make him feel like the old self he used to be? Rin would absolutely like to try if she knew how. Rin buried her chin in her scarf as she continued following Itsuki without a word. | 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. |
43,935 | 1,203 | 66 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Action
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Hearing Itsuki's response, the young halfling closed his eyes and inhaled. "I understand," he said. For someone who had been so tense about it earlier, Takumi's sudden relaxation was rather unexpected. He stood up, yawned and stretched his arms, getting a few cracks out of his joints as he did so. Silently, he watched Rin and Itsuki make their leave from the floor. And with the closing of the doors, he was back to his usual, less morose and more careless self.
"...I wonder if I'll get my shirt back," Takumi mused once he heard the elevator hit the bottom floor. Slowly, his mouth morphed into a grimace of wry amusement. "Well shit. That means all I got is this one." He laughed, before he turned his head to the door of one of the kids' rooms. He had heard the sound of rustling bedsheets, and figured that one of the kids had been woken up by all the commotion. Not long after and the white-haired boy - Taki-or-Taka-or-something-or-other - emerged, immediately questioning the current state of affairs within the clinic's residential area with his mumble-y, half-awake tone. He opened his mouth to answer the question, before being cut off by someone rather unexpected. Of course, his hope for the appearance of a helpful, less in-your-face Asoka quickly ended up being for naught what-with her rather unhelpful answer and her strange, hungry gaze directed at her two remaining elder siblings. 'Understanding people is hard,' Takumi shrugged before opting to rectify Asoka's flawed explanation the best he could.
"Han- The banana doctor and..." Now, Takumi didn't expect this kid to know anyone's name, so he paused to think of a proper designation for Itsuki, "...the shady sad dude had a fight about their differences in priority, which ended in the guy striking it out on his own with scarf girl." He shrugged, figuring that that was a sufficient explanation without delving into details that weren't appropriate for an outsider like Takeshi.
"As for her..." He looked over to Asoka, assessed her desperate condition and everything she'd said up to this point, and it all clicked. His eyes widened, indicating that he had finally came to the conclusion that what he had earlier considered to be a joke was very much not that. "...Err...I wouldn't worry about her. She's just taking it in her own way," he didn't want to have this kind of talk right now. Or ever again, for that matter. "Just... Just stay away and don't bother her and things'll be peachy." He hoped so, at least. 'Think of the children' and all that.
It was then that some kind of deathly hiss echoed throughout the hotel as a quartet of Asoka's fingers suddenly entered the boundaries of his jeans. Takumi bent his body at an awkward angle, doing his best to keep the fingers away but being unable to free himself of her grasp as a whole. This... was a dangerous situation indeed. Still, he was taking it surprisingly well despite that initial dying animal screech, especially compared to how he'd reacted to previous intimate-ish touching. "Come now Asoka, whatever happened to 'please'? Besides I hardly think this kind of thing is appropriate considering the situation," Takumi chided in a low, quiet tone, looking to Hana with the expectation that she'd talk some kind of sense into this situation.
Just then, Takumi heard the familiar sound of moving pulleys and cables; the elevator was moving up. A burgeoning seed of hope began to grow in Takumi's chest. Was Itsuki coming back to apologize? To give back his shirt? To make everything the same as before? He looked expectantly to the doorway as he was pulled along by the tiny tyrant. His brow furrowed as he scented someone or something rather unfamiliar to him. 'Not an investigator. One of the kids, out on a morning walk?' he thought, focusing on the sound of the kids sleeping and deciding it wasn't that either. "I guess Itsuki didn't lock the door on his way out, huh."
Once the door had slid open to reveal the tiny form of a short, shady-looking ghoul girl, he was inclined to think that neither of those hypotheses was correct. The missing one was supposed to be a guy if he remembered correctly, but this was... female? The voice requesting help sounded female. He quickly became conscious of the hands down Hana and his pants, and found himself reddening a bit. Not a good first impression, probably. "Depends on what'cha want, but I'm sure we can help," Takumi answered, "As you can see, we're pretty handy people." There was a short pause where he gestured to the two girls before he began laughing at his own terrible attempt at humor; he wouldn't even be mad if someone punched him at that point.
"But seriously, what did you need help with? I dunno about these two, but I'm willing to try." Of course, to those familiar with him, this wasn't exactly such a surprising turn of events. Always the diligent honor student he was, it would be far too against his personal sensibilities to not offer his assistance. He pointed to his face and twirled his finger around, "And if you don't mind, can you take off the whole hat and mask get-up? I don't like when people see mine and I don't see theirs." | 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.
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43,936 | 1,203 | 67 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana's breath became regular once more, as she let go of her indignation, much like one lets go of a worn cloth. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed how the youngest of her sibling group had decided to bite in the "bad guy" charm that Itsuki so desperatedly wanted to cultivate. You're foolish, Rin. Itsuki just cares about Itsuki.
"Takkun, we are family. If you think the bonds we share can be so easily broken, you are sorely mistaken." Hana added with a grave voice as she folded her arms, looking at the both of them go."I shall allow him back once he's reflected on what he has done and asks for forgiveness. But he might never do it."
Hana sighed, and it was then when one of the kids popped up. Take-kun, the rude, knowitall which somehow was resembling Itsuki more and more.
"Well, the ghoul who tried to attack you lot is no....NO!" It was at this moment when Asoka's bold movement caught her slightly off guard, letting herself a yelp as the mischievous female ghoul made her way into... delicate parts. Hana's initial fluster (and squeak) began to turn into a serious frown. While the medic ghoul wasn't above a good nature tussle, her rational thoughts dictated her libido. And Asoka's current display was a phenomenal bad idea.
"This really isn't the time, Asoka" said Hana, sighing tiredly and making a phenomenal effort to block out all the ticklish signals coming from down under. It wasn't the first time, after all, she had to curb her hunger while studying medicine and having all those tasty corpses in display. The so-called "torture" of the Mercury ghoul was light by comparison.
Luckily, things didn't devolve further, as a new presence rendered whatever claims of it all moot. A prospective client, female, ghoul. That somehow had found her way in the fourth floor without being noticed. That was rather odd, but Hana didn't show any kind of suspicion, as she tilted her head, and gracefully pulled Asoka's hand out of her pyjamas.
"Now, now, Hana-chan seems to have work it seems? Take-kun, could you please go to your room? The medic has to work."
This newcomer was wearing really baggy clothes, and as Takumi noticed, a mask. That alone was ominous, but pretty normal for a ghoul. What didn't add up was the fact that if she really needed the help of a medic, she would've gone towards the first ghoul she encountered in the clinic, the receptionist. Which then would've warned Hana.
Instead this person had figured out how to reach the fourth floor on her own. Not to mention she was... slurring her speech? Maybe slobber? It was hard to tell because of the mask. Also, there were no visible signs of the ghoul woman even being wounded.
"I suppose Hana-chan could help you, but at least remove the mask. Hana-chan doesn't treat strangers." She said, wisely deciding to omit anything that could be more than simple polite suspicion of masked people. | 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. |
43,937 | 1,203 | 68 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
Asoka squinted at Takumi's poor attempt at comedy. Seriously? She was offering him free sex, maybe even a threesome, and he risks a complete catastrophe? Absolute degenerates indeed. Before the emergence of their new issue, Asoka would have already retreated her hand from Takumi's pants, quickly balling it into a fist before smacking it against his abdomen. Was it hard? Relatively speaking, no, but we'd be talking about a Ghoul with advanced hand to hand skills. He'd feel it alright.
Her expression melted to one completely dull. She was turned off by the clear resistance of both, despite Hana's previous display of questionable impulses. Asoka wanted to dominate them, but it wouldn't be fun if she had to rape them as well; too early! Not that she ever needed to forcefully get someone in bed, excluding intoxication. Her frustration would be put on pause however as the 'ding' coming from the elevator having hit its destination floor seemed to catch everyone's attention, including the tyrant's. And what came out would make the little thug get on her guard immediately.
Miyako looked exactly like these little street shits she'd recruit for temporary muscle. Temporary due to the fact that their life expectancy was absurdly short, especially when tasked to do certain trade operations. No, unlike the other two who seemed to welcome Miyako with open arms, for some reason, Asoka simply narrowed her eyes and remained quiet for a second. While her ghoulish smell did trigger an annoyance in the shortest's mind, the foul odors of someone who hadn't showered for a while quickly overwhelmed her before anything else.
"Really, guys? You let this shit in but refuse let me in?"
Rolling her eyes, she approached the masked ghoul. Asoka had no idea of her relations with Itsuki, and as far as she knew, it had little relevance to what was to come. She was not going to let this bum of a ghoul settle in while she was residing in the clinic, and heck, she could even use the kids as an excuse to keep away such strangers.
While not intimidating with her size, her body language and frozen gaze would be enough to display a large difference of power between Asoka and her siblings. She was the dominant, or at least had the traits of one. And if anything wouldn't please her, Asoka would be the one to deliver judgement when she saw it fit. No fear came out of her; it seemed she was quite used to homeless ghouls begging for help. He disgusted look made it all the more clear she had no interest in helping Miyako in the slightest.
"What's your deal? Coming here during the day with some fucking gay mask? What do you want? Dope? Food? What is it? Why the fuck would you come to this shit ward? Get this garbage off."
With that last order, she'd be quick to take a violent initiative. Her hand would reach out to nab the mask out of Miyako's face as only a meter separated them. The girl would notice how swift Asoka was in such a range, how well coordinated and precise her movement would be. Fighting would be the worst alternative in this case, but between Asoka's pride and need for control, and Miyako's current exposed position, this could go wrong in so many ways. | 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
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43,938 | 1,203 | 69 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
The two would walk in silence for the rest of the small trip, quickly making their way past a few gardens where Itsuki took the time to pick a few flowers from people's gardens, a majority of them being white roses that he'd had the good fortune of finding. At the end of the walk, the two would find themselves in the relatively new section of a graveyard, walking down a row of pristine looking gravestones until they came upon one that was a bit different from the others. Breaking the uniformity of the other stones, this one was shaped slightly differently, with stone flowers engraved all along it's sides. Along side these decorations, were several handprints of varying sizes, each one a different color. Upon seeing it, Itsuki couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly as he looked down upon it, filled with a mixture of amusement and sorrow.
Laying down the flowers he collected next to the grave, Itsuki didn't have any words at first, his eyes glazing over as he remembered distant memories of happier times. Reaching out, he'd silently stroke the name engraved their, a silent sigh escaping his breath as he looked over the words.
Here lies Hiyori Tachibana, A loving daughter, An honest friend, and a brilliant Investigator
May her spirit find peace, and her service be remembered
"Hiyori . . . I'm sorry for not attending your service. I'm sure your father probably cursed my name five times over by now,as well he should have. I was just. . . so lost without you." Itsuki's semi-bright tone soon faded away, his head falling down as he felt tears begin to make their way down his face. "You were the best thing to ever happen in my life, and when I lost you . . . I just couldn't handle it, I still can't. I thought that finding the men who killed you would help me come to terms with it, but all it did was make me fixate on my faults, on my weakness. It drove me to the brink of insanity, and I still don't think I've pulled myself back. And now . . . now I just don't know what to do with my life. I'm sorry for still leaning on you after all these years but . . . please, just one more time . . . help me."
Itsuki would stay in that pose for a while, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly as he just allowed himself to grieve, having held back these emotions for far too long.
Takeshi
Takeshi currently had no idea what was going on at the moment, and decided after a moment of still half drowsy thought that it was probably better that way. He was getting ready to leave all the 'adults' to their business when he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him. He slowly looked over towards her, his face forming a frown as he gave her a very unwelcoming glare. This glare only intensified as the others didn't seem to know the ghoul in question, and while Asoka made her move on the ghoul, Takeshi only took a few steps back, watching carefully in case something happened. However, he could hear some stirring coming from the rooms, as it seemed that Takumi's shrill shriek early, among the accompanied commotion, had waken up the rest of his family. The first to come out was Kazuya, who was looking as grumpy and ill-tempered as he usually was in the morning, but one could tell that he was ready to fight or run from his general stance. He gave a look towards Takeshi, who shook his head slightly in response, motioning for him to go back inside. Kazuya proceeded to glare at his brother, but retreated none the less, having noticed the newcomer and taking on a similarly suspicious look on his face.
Giving a slight sigh of relief, Takeshi turned his attention back to the confrontation, backing away ever so slightly, ready to head to where the Twins and Mii were incase things got ugly. | 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 |
43,939 | 1,203 | 70 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
With Itsuki picking flowers from nearby patched Rin was able to buy herself some coffee. Satisfied in her own way she continued trailing Itsuki with the large coffee in both hands. She still looked tired despites all the coffee, she doubts she would be able to react like she normally would in this state. Plucks of hair that stood upright happily bounced around with each step she took. The morning sun was just about warming her face over the top of a building. It felt pleasant though so she didn't complain about the rest. Maybe she should lecture him that people planted these flowers for reasons and one of them wasn't picking them.
She was to tired to scold him so she didn't really mind either. After a long walk they ended up at a graveyard which was to be expected. Itsuki stopped by one of the graves and Rin headed in closer. She stood close by him, about 6 ft so that he still had some space. The gravestone was one of a kind. Probably had it made just for her. Must have cost tons of money. Rin sipped her coffee lightly afterwards looking rather unfazed by the scene. Itsuki was doing some sort of speech towards the dead girl. It was kinda sweet seeing this side of Itsuki.
After that incident at Hana's he showed a whole different side of him. Perhaps she should get a picture to remind him later of how sweet he can be. After a few sentences he stopped and just cried. He was shaking like crazy so it must have had a lot of impact on him when this person had died. His fiance? Rin watched him as he cooled down a little. She them proceeded to get closer to him and stood besides him softly rubbing his back while gently smiling at him. Well for as passionate as she could be of course. It might have still looked like a half ass smile but she tried. She waited for the emotional boy to finish and waited for what he was gonna do next. | 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. |
43,940 | 1,203 | 71 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Meet & Greet - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
There was a moment of relief for Miyako when the male had finally responded, offering something akin to a warm welcome, which Mi appreciated. She smiled under her mask but not because of the male's joke, sadly, but because the prospect of finding her information and getting out seemed a lot easier. The pajama-wearer, Hana-chan, was the next to respond and offered a more neutral response, which was fair given the circumstance. Interestingly, Hana called herself a medic and at the mention of that, Mi felt the sore vertebrae pulse in a sonar of previously suppressed pain, reminding her that she was still bore damage from last night's squabble.
The promise of this situation was looking up for Mi and she let herself relax just enough for the third, Pig-Tails, to waltz on up and nag and curse at Mi. In all honesty, Mi did not like this one, which had even surprised herself as she wasn't typically one to care all that much. Maybe it had been the restless night or perhaps her other side was really chomping at the bit to get out. Regardless, Pig-Tails, did not help the situation at all, testing Mi's already weary patience. But Mi weathered it... up until Pig-Tails reached for Mi's mask...
Events transpiring at that point seemed to happen so fast. Pig-Tails "sneak attack" had caught Mi completely off guard as she didn't expect the other to move that quickly. Instinctively, she tried pulling herself aware but her conscious awareness of events faded quickly after that. As Mi was trying to turn away and take a step back, Asoka had managed to grab what she wanted, Mi's mask. The moment that happened, Mi sort of lost control as her other half took charge of the situation. Her eyes sparked to a Kakugan state and her Ukaku sprouted from her back, fanning out as a bird of prey. Her Ukaku "wings" looked a bit ragged compared to usual but this was only temporary from last night's battle as they were damaged. In the midst of all this, Mi's hand had swung around and grabbed a hold of Asoka's wrist of her outstretched arm. Then, she stopped....
Mi came back around the moment her other half had committed too much. Mi was frozen as she stared at Pig-Tails, appearing emotionless, but really hiding her worry and anguish from the realization that had just happened. What had happened was that she lost control and there were way to many excuses for her to blame. So now here she was, to try and pick up the pieces while her stomach beat internally like a whole drum ensemble, completely with the imaginary music filling her ears. Oh! How it would feel so good to indulge in those little bony fingers that were sauced with the inside another Ghoul... Mi's mouth was already slightly agate but she couldn't help but run her tongue across her lips as she stared intently at the Asoka.
Mi winced and took a heavy swallow as she snapped out of her delusion, but she couldn't move. She wanted to just slowly back away but with Asoka's wrist still gripped, she didn't want to... | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
Other: |
43,941 | 1,203 | 72 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Xenia
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Ouch, you guys are brutal," Takumi sighed, rubbing his slightly stinging stomach as he gauged the reactions of everyone in the room to his masterful comedy. There wasn't even a single suppressed smile in the crowd - not even from the white-haired prepubescent! How utterly disheartening. 'It was perfect timing too! Hands, handy. It doesn't get much better than that!' Nevertheless, the half-ghoul resolved to maintain composure in front of the newcomer. Say what you will about his ability to conceal his emotions, but his ability to at least seem kind of professional was quite adept. Granted, projecting such an air and maintaining one were two very different things; case in point, his "professional cool dude" image was immediately broken by literally everything Asoka did and said in that few second span.
"...Erm...Letting you in? From my understanding high-school biology, it should be the other way around, right?" Takumi tilted his head as he intoned his lewdly innocent inquiry, his voice faltering as his sense of dread increased with each step Asoka took towards the newcomer. He could understand why she was doing it - the newcomer's everything was really, really weird - but such an overt display of aggression was no way to greet a guest. He was confident he could deal with any trouble that could arise as consequence, but he'd much rather prefer to avoid that sort of offense to his sensibilities in the first place. Of course, he didn't really banked on the best of anything, so his reaction to what happened next was surmisable as 'disappointed but not unexpected'.
Takumi puffed out his cheeks and exhaled, deciding that he'd seen too many kagune in one day. Based on the appearance of the ukaku sprouting from her back, she was looking to recover from an earlier conflict and- 'Nice, nice. RC cells on the carpet.' The newcomer ghoul's wings seemed to drip with liquid every now and then, making hell for whoever would be cleaning. And if last night was any indicator, that would probably be himself and one of the kids.
At any rate, Takumi was sure Hana could recognize the problem here - the clipped wings that is, not the carpet (even if that was a problem in and of itself) - but he decided to give his two cents on the issue. "Not straight, not swiss cheese," he said, giving his elder sister a little nudge for attention, "I'm gonna go ahead and say it's probably not quinque." As for the face beneath the mask, it wasn't really anyone he knew - though the stoicism kind of reminder him of Rin. Her agape mouth and that drying drool was a bit upsetting; so being the good, reasonable host he was, Takumi figured they'd ought to remedy that. "By the way, there still leftovers of last night's dead guy?" he asked Hana, his implication being rather obvious. He turned his attention back to the girls...
...and began walking forward. The longer he looked at the scene, the more anathema it became to him; he was going to do something about it. "Oi, Asoka. Back off. Hospitality is sacred you know," Takumi scolded with arms crossed, having at this point made his way over to where the trouble had erupted. Honestly, and she had been the one calling him a degenerate? Perhaps his actions might be seen as overreaction, but he was a traveler; mutualism between host and guest was very important to him. "And you, newcomer. I apologize for her rash actions, but I'd like you to put that away," he gestured to her wings, "Nobody's going to be hurting you, so long as you conduct yourself properly." He then cast his enforcer's gaze on Asoka, "Right?" His demeanor suggested that wasn't a question.
Of course, now that Takumi was up close, the distinct smell of human would be wafting into the two belligerents' noses in 3... 2.... | 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.
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43,942 | 1,203 | 73 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana stood there for the briefest moments, wondering about the lack of self restraint that had erupted forth from her younger sister. Takumi of course, had more things to worry about, like the fact nobody had paid attention to his jest. At least the kid seemed to understand the tension and her wishes, and wisely decided to step out of the way.
Are all ghouls attention whores? She thought internally as she witnessed how Asoka berated the newcomer in her clinic. Such a spoiled princess. The reaction was, to be expected, quite explosive, with the unknown person, upon seeing her forceful approach, decided to unleash a second Kagune in her clinic.
She certainly seemed more than it met the eye, and now with the mask removed, and the Ukaku kagune revealed, she felt off more than ever. An unstable one, almost feral ghoul. Whose breath reeked of ghoul flesh.
Crazy Ukaku Bitch Hana remembered the words that their eldest brother proferred. It made sense, in a way. The avoidance of her receptionist minion, the injuries, the lack of self control... She really did want to stay unconspicious, but she had erred of trying to be careful in excess. And thus, Hana gambled.
"Uhhh..." She wailed slightly, her arms and legs shaking somewhat as she carefully took several steps back, instinctively shielding her head and neck beneath her elbows and put her hands in her shoulders, as she avoided contact with the Ukaku ghoul while still stepping away. "...D...don't break Hana's clinic, please...calm down." She said, her voice cracking (or seeming to) in a panicked expression.
Of course, while the position she had assumed was that of fear, desperation and shielding, it also contained a hidden meaning. Her closed eyes disguised the faint activation of her Kakugan, as well, as how her shoulders protuded several daggers which slip into her hands, all while she was stumbling on a nearby cupboard.
Now, if she's the one who attacked Itsuki, she'll surely take the bait.
"...P...please with sugar on top? We d...don't know anything, anyway, ha...ha" She sputtered, feigning a fit of verbosity. | 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. |
43,943 | 1,203 | 74 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
The mask was off and Miyako's face exposed. With the pitiful state she was in and Asoka's overwhelming need to set herself higher than her neighbor, condescending remarks would be inevitable.
"Wow ... You even look like one of these fucking junkies. Dope it is huh ..."
She was ready to spit on the woman's face, but of course, the victim of this particular scene would respond as any average ghoul would. The emergence of the Kagune out of the blue got the controlling one of the gang on her guard. An Ukaku, the speedy pieces of porcelain she could shatter in one swing if she could actually grab a hold of them. It'd be easy to break this newfound assailant and be done with the issues for the day, perhaps even serving as some sort of substitute for her other cravings. But something would force Asoka in a state where the desire to assert her absolute dominance would fade.
Miyako would have actually grabbed the short one's wrist. An act of defiance that would only provoke a silent glare from Asoka, one that translated nothing more than barely bottled up rage. She'd only exhale from her nose, her nostrils dilating with every cloud of searing steam Asoka released. By then she had zoned out her siblings; she wanted to rip the Kakuhou right out of that woman's chest and be done with this ghoul that looked all too familiar to the typical nobody she'd hire on the streets for degrading jobs only the desperate would agree to.
He free hand would be pulled back slightly, fingers stiff and in hooks, ready to stab right into the opposing woman and finish her in one swipe. However Takumi's presence getting ever so closer would put her current uncontrolled state on hold. His words meant nothing, they went through her left ear and ventured through her right one the second after. But the fact that he got closer would pause her upcoming lethal initiative.
All he'd receive would be a murderous glance, a swift one, as she didn't want to leave the freak out of her line of sight, especially as an Ukaku. Nothing would be said until Hana would add her more cowardly two cents into the mix. What a weirdo this woman was, acting all tough to some unstable sibling but absolutely submissive to some worthless stranger? She'd truly be a unique experience in bed, that's for sure, though whether it'd be a good or bad one would definitely warrant a try.
"... Fuck it."
With her herculean, she's simply wave her hand to forcefully worm it out of the Ukaku ghoul's grasp. Considering their RC types, it was a no brainer that she could effortlessly dominate Miyako without the help of a Kakuja form. She made that little fact very clear. With her hand free, she'd toss the mask over Miayko's head, the piece flying through the corridor for her to fetch.
Meanwhile, Asoka would make a complete U-turn before making her way back to the kitchen.
"You have five minutes."
She expressed with a scowl, disgust in her tone. These words concerned all those involved. What she would do beyond ten minutes would be quite the silly question to ask themselves after what she displayed. The killing intent was there, and the complete disregard for Miyako's life was an undeniable fact they would have to consider if they wanted to actually help the lost ghoul. | 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
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43,944 | 1,203 | 75 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Itsuki didn't say anything as Rin attempted to comfort him a bit, but as he rose from the grave, wiping his face clean of the tears, he did give her a slight nod of appreciation. Then the two would head off, though to where, Itsuki had no real clue. He wasn't going back to Hana's clinic, and he could stay around here for very long either, especially with nowhere to really bunker down. He would probably have to leave the ward soon, lest he risk discovery from an Investigator.
The thought gave him pause as he looked around, having smelled something as the wind changed. His eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze in the direction the smell was coming from, seeing a familiar white jacket makes it's way down the headstones. He didn't make any sudden or threatening moves, simply observing them before continuing on his way. Once they were out of the graveward, however, Itsuki would speak up again, having regained his composure after his earlier breakdown.
"Rin, it's probably best if I take you back to the clinic, but I'm only taking you to the entrance. I'm not going back down there, not now, maybe not ever. I doubt it would end any better this time, not to mention that I can't say I'm completely over it either. Still, I want to make sure you get there safe, so let's get moving, kay?"
Takeshi
As soon as the other ghoul's kagune came out, so was Takeshi's as he suddenly took a low stance, glaring at the intruder with his Kakugan active. He'd stay like that even as things began to slowly calm down, not trusting this new comer in the slightest. He couldn't quite tell what it was about her that made him feel so on edge, a gut feeling that reverberated through him from his very core. He looked from the tyrant, who was walking away, to Takumi, who was still trying to calm the situation down, to Hana, who seemed to be acting really meek and weird for some reason.
His Kagune still out, but held slightly less at the ready, he continued making his way back into the room, looking back to see Kazuya, who was mouthing to him in order to get a message across without alerting any of the adults. Something along the lines of 'What's going on?' In response, Takeshi flicked his Kagune two times, one of the codes they had created to communicate without alerting others. It meant that situation was calm, but to err on the side of caution. Seeing this Kazuya went back inside the room, with Takeshi being quick to follow, keeping his eyes on the woman in case she decided to try something, his kagune, reaching out while his body was half-way in the room to wrap around a nearby lamp. | 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 |
43,945 | 1,203 | 76 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Meet & Greet - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
There was a fleeting feeling inside Miyako as she watched the others react to the sudden tension. The man was certainly the most interesting of the bunch. His soft, diplomatic nature was very much unlike what Miyako had come to expect from others and the little bit of her that was left found it very... endearing, but there was something else about him. That smell was unmistakable now as his concentrated musk reached Mi's nostrils. One-eyed. Uniquely delicious and that thought didn't really help Mi's struggle and certainly the panicked screaming from the pajama-ghoul. It was all lining up to be perfect for her carnage-loving other side, and she was losing, badly as her vision narrowed as she felt herself distancing from reality. It was coming and Miyako had lost...
...But then suddenly, nothing. Miyako snapped back into full consciousness again as she watched the pig-tailed ghoul before her pull away with nothing more than a curse. It was as if cold water had been dumped on Mi and put out her raging libido to cleave and maim. Mi was utterly bewildered as she watched Pig-tails strut off to another room and for a moment, it seemed like things would pass without incident. In a perfect world, Mi would stand down, get her information and become great friends with everyone here, including Pig-tails.
But that wasn't how things worked. In fact, this wasn't the first time Mi experienced a sudden relief only to be deceived mere moments later by an unprompted relapse. It was if Mi's other side had also relished in torturing its host with moments of false security before violently stealing control again.
Miyako closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In the pit of her stomach she knew that this was another instance of false hope and it was useless to believe she could retain control now. She opened her eyes again and turned to face One-Eye. She knew what her other side was craving and felt a pang of pity for the seemingly nice man. Her expression likely matched that for a moment as the two each others' gaze. Mi wanted to say something but how do you apologize to someone you know that you are going to eat...
Once more Miyako closed her eyes and her face tightened as if fearing to be struck at any moment. Mi felt as if she was floating away from everything. She didn't realize that her other side had seized control once again and suddenly leapt towards Takumi. He might be the victim of his own undoing getting that close as Mi's speed was allowed her to close in quickly. Mi's hands shot out and tried to grab ahold of the man's arms, but she didn't stop there. Her salivating mouth sought out the One-Eyed's nearest bit of flesh she could see and found herself going for the man's cheek to bite and rip a chunk of his face off if he, pajama, or the others proved to be too slow to stop Mi. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,946 | 1,203 | 77 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - In The End
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi was feeling really good about himself right now, which obviously meant something was going to go wrong. Still, such a possibility, though acknowledged, was placed as far away as possible from his current train of thought. After all, it was rare that his attempts at diplomacy actually appeared to have worked; although as much as he'd hate to admit it, that was because diplomacy was rarely the first thing on his mind. At any rate, Asoka wasn't stoking the flames and had even allowed a short grace period, Hana hadn't become how she was with Itsuki, the newcomer was playing nice... If this weren't the middle of Tokyo, he'd have expected birds to be chirping and woodland creatures to be frolicking about. But this was no children's movie, and there were important points to go over before they could skip the formalities and be all buddy-buddy. "Thanks Asoka," Takumi called out gratefully before turning back to the girl.
"Right, so," Takumi began, scratching the back of his head before lowering his arms to his sides in a show of non-aggression, "I guess the first thing is-" He raised an eyebrow at the girl's strange gaze. The overwhelming sense of desperation was something he'd been on at least one end of before. "Everything alright in there?" he inquired as the girl's expression changed to something more resembling a sparring partner, flinching before the first strike. Did she think there'd be a fight erupting? "Don't worry, I'm not- Oh!"
Then she pounced at him with the celerity associated with ukaku ghouls. Though he figured he should have been surprised, he was by far more excited by the girl's sudden change in demeanor. He'd needed to blow off a little steam considering recent events; so as much as this sudden assault upset him, he'd happily accept the opportunity to go with the flow as it came For a moment there was a vicious, merry grin that flashed across his face, which was quickly replaced by a focused expression as he set his plan into action, and like flicking a switch, he turned off his brain and let his body do the work. First, a step inward to disrupt her trajectory. At the same time, he would grasp her arms in turn; her attempt to provide leverage for herself had done nothing to stop him from gripping back at her forearms. It was a strange action to say the least, but the intention behind it quickly became clear.
"Real sorry," the one-eyed ghoul quipped, tone sounding quite embarrassed with himself. Whether it was to Hana and the kids for being a terrible role-model and judge of character, or to his combat partner for what was to come next, was left up to the air. Knowing him, it was probably both. But if she'd come after him thinking his concern made him the weak-link, she was in for a surprise. "HRUH!" With zero hesitation, Takumi pulled her in and slammed his head forward with his all the force of his ghoulish strength and all the sturdiness of his bullheaded-tenacity. Though he was fairly confident that his headbutt would go through, he followed up by leveraging his larger build in an attempt to force and pin her down. | 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.
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43,947 | 1,203 | 78 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
Her comforting seemed to have helped some bit at least, she was happy that she could be off help to someone at the moment. With a slight smile and blush on her face she looked up at Itsukiwi. He looked like he was in some kind of distress. Rin glanced around too just like he did and sniffed the air to know if there was anything dangerous nearby. She could faintly feel something, that was for sure. Itsukiwi than made the stupid suggestion to get Rin back to safety of the clinic. Rin lowered her head a little and looked a little mad at Itsuki.
"I'm not out here for myself you know... Do what you need to do."
He would probably get mad over the persistent twat but she did not care. She wanted to protect him from harm for as far as she could. She knew from the start he would get in the same kind of trouble as yesterday. She was prepared for something like this even if it would cost her something. | 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. |
43,948 | 1,203 | 79 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Itsuki didn't reply, merely rolling his eyes in exasperation as he headed in the direction of the clinic, sparing another quick glance in the direction of the white clad individual he saw in the distance while Rin wasn't looking in order to be sure they weren't following the two. While he was confident he could deal with a single Dove easily enough, there was always the issue that it would only bring and more of the white coated bastards on them faster than you could blink, especially in this ward.
Luckily, the Dove didn't seem to pay them any mind, and thus he was able to relax a little, though not too much. Turning back to look at Rin, the two would head back to the clinic in silence, as Itsuki couldn't really think of anything to say. Words were never his speciality, even when he was younger, he usually showed how he felt through what he did rather than what he said. While he didn't necessarily mind the quiet, he figured from the girl's comment that she wasn't happy with him, and while he couldn't think of why she'd be angry with him at the moment(she wasn't this annoyed on the walk over here, so it couldn't be because of the fight. . . could it?), he didn't want the two to leave this walk on bad terms.
"So . . . how've you been?"
Moments like this almost make me wish I was back in the 24th. At least there, I didn't have to worry about this sort of crap, just whether or not I'm about to get jumped when I turn the next corner. | 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 |
43,949 | 1,203 | 80 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
In the end, the beast triumphed over reason. Hana watched as the new ghoul finally decided to snap and attack Takumi. It possibly was related because Takumi still smelled delicious, humanlike, and Hana herself would've been tempted to chew his succulent face off at times, had she not know the truth and was a tad feral like this woman who was attacking.
All masks had fell, and the pretenses of goodwill and politeness had tumbled down and crashed. Ghouls, in the end, were pitiful beasts, always prone to lash out answering their hunger. Unable to realize their potentials. Takumi was a gentle soul, one that had been forced to walk the path of ghouls despite being humans. Asoka had momentarily halted her desire to control to give this chance.
Only to fail.
Hana's Wrath was patent, as she sprung forth into action, the six Kagune knives she had produced earlier being tossed with surgical precision at the target. She had chosen only two weak points, having to eschew targetting the back of the neck due to how her target was moving. Even so, with her back turned at her, she would never notice how swiftly three shards embed deep into the base of each wing, with the intention of trying to damage the Kakuhous producing each of the Kagune's pieces.
But, that was far from Hana's action. No, that was just the opening of the attack, as Hana's Kakugan sprang to life, her Kagune bursting violently. With the speed of an Ukaku, she also sprung forth and lunged, her bee-like wings a sparkly blur closing the distance between her, and the struggling duo.
Bits and bobs of the pyjamas torso scattered everywhere, having the unfortunate consequence of partial nudity, but for Hana, nudity was just a human issue. Ghoul's skin was bulletproof, after all. Twin red eyes bore a hole in the skull of her target, a pronounced scowl full of disgust, and killing intent patent in her.
I had better hold back my most powerful attack a bit, lest I wreck the clinic or Takumi, although I have to resign to collateral damage. Anything less than .3 won't hurt this freak Her mind raced through calculations as she exhaled strongly...
...Unleashing a good thirty percent of her Kagune RC cells in a single attack eschewing even limits set by feral ghouls and usual common sense. The subsequent flechette explosion peppered Miyako's body, part of Takumi's and part of the clinic. It never hurt to use a strong double tap to be sure. If her opponent was a normal Ukaku ghoul, she'd be a hamburger by now.
But, alas, this was a kakuja who had sent Itsuki reeling.
"The nerve of some people! A-chan! Negotiations have fallen through!" Hana hollered. Others would have stood up and gloat, but not Hana. Her scowl now had an eerie feeling... It was similar to those of the Doves.
Please don't get up. Please stay down you freak | 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. |
43,950 | 1,203 | 81 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
They still headed back towards the clinic even after Rin told him that he didn't need to pay attention to her and just do his own things. She was sort of his guardian at the moment she thought so herself. Walking after him they both became quiet making it quite awkward for the both of them. Itsuki broke the silence though with a normal question. Rin mumbled back at him while their feet taped along the pavement.
"Pretty normal, work sleep and nothing much more... 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. |
43,951 | 1,203 | 82 | 2,089 | 1,978 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
With that warning, she would enjoy a seat back at the kitchen with a new serving of whatever coffee Hana had in store for her guests. At this point, Asoka had zoned everything out and conferring babysitting duty to the more 'righteous' and 'diplomatic' ones of the gang. The inevitable ruckus they would produce would leave her absolutely unfazed to a point where she'd simply read articles as if she were in a peaceful spot in a tranquil park. Considering her student life and orientation toward the more shady businesses, it wasn't uncommon for her to come across such commotions in a regular basis. It was all a question of mindset at this point.
How to lose that pesky thigh fat in five easy steps? Pffff, I wonder how the ghouls in America feel with all that disgusting fat filling at least ... Half the population.
She mused as the real craziness began just a room away. Kagunes were being released, people being headbutted and doctors losing their shit. The next page was turned, and only giggles would escape Asoka's lips with the occasional sip from her coffee mug. She truly wasn't bluffing when saying she'd stay away from it all for the period of time she had given to her fellow ghouls. Though it seemed the Mercury had not been wrong with her approach from the very start. Perhaps one day they would all learn the wonders of Asokaism and convert to the one and only religion.
A few stray Ukaku shards would blast through the corridor's exit that led to the Kitchen, causing a suspended clock to fall over and crash. They prompted Asoka to only peer over at the destroyed decoration. Eyes squinting, the short ghoul noted that they were quite powerful for some casual Ukaku barrage, especially considering the completely obliterated state of the shattered machinery. Hopefully that newcomer ghoul wasn't THAT strong, otherwise there'd actually be some asses to kick.
Then Hana called, confirming what the Bikaku had been hearing all this time. The tyrant smirked before turning a page again. She didn't respond just yet, she let a little pause occur in case more interesting carnage was to be captured by her acute hearing.
"Huh? 'Kay."
Would be the response given to Hana, one completely indifferent to the whole situation.
Soon they'll learn~ Just four more to go ... | 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: |
43,952 | 1,203 | 83 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
"That's something I'd rather not get into, so let's just say that things could've been better and leave it at that. Itsuki was aware that this sounded harsher then he meant it to, but he didn't wish to burden Rin with stories of how badly his life had gone to shit after they all had lost contact with each other. Not only that, but he didn't think he would be able to do it without having another breakdown, something he wasn't very eager to do. As the two walked, he tried to think of something else to ask or say to his youngest sibling. "Do you still go to school, like Asoka, or are you just working and surviving like Hana."
Speaking of his other siblings, he couldn't help the feeling of incompetence that washed over him. He hadn't done anything notable with his life, not even in the slightest, while it seemed like everyone else seemed to make something of their lives after losing the old man. While it may not be all in line with the old man's wishes, they were at least living like civilized human beings. Itsuki, however, was merely surviving, fighting for every day like a lone wolf, knowing that his end could come at any moment. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to live any other way after his stint in what was likely the closest approximation to hell that he could even imagine. Every day had been a struggle, restful sleep was a pale dream, and he had let his humanity shrivel and die in the name of hollow revenge. All I can do, it seems, is kill , feel sorry for myself, and think about better days. No matter how hard I tried to change myself, these have always been parts of myself that I can't divorce myself from. *Sigh* Truly a rather self-absorbed world view.
Takeshi
Takeshi was, for lack of a better word, rather surprised by the outcome of the current confrontation. Not what happened, as he hadn't trusted the suspicious ghoul the moment she'd popped in out of nowhere. No, what surprised him was how fast and vicious the situation seemed to be handled, with the nice guy from before suddenly bashing his head into that of the other ghoul while Hana burst into action. He was behind her, so he was spared from the torrent of razor sharp shards. That didn't leave him any less terrified by the display of power. Really glad I didn't get to close to that, or else I'd be dead. No way I'd be able to avoid any of those.
The sound of the ruckus brought the rest of his family to the fore, with Kazuya seeming ready to charge right in, but Takeshi made a quick motion for everyone to stay in their rooms. Kazuya paid him no heed, walking out of his room with his Kagune at the ready, while Mii and the Twins just looked on from their hidings spots, staring at the destruction with worry on their faces. Ignoring his brother, Takeshi kept his Kagune out, though in a more defensive stance then the other, not even hazarding the thought of getting into the middle of the coming clash. It would only end with him either getting killed or getting in the way, quite possibly both, now that he took the time to think about it.
"Kazuya, don't do anything stupid! We don't stand a chance if we get involved in this. Takeshi whispered, getting an annoyed glare from Kazuya as his brother stated the obvious.
No shit, but there's no fuckin' way I'm going to just stay in the room and wait around while shit goes down. Besides, you're almost hopeless by yourself when it comes to fighting, so leaving you by yourself as a buffer between us and this crazy bitch isn't going to do much, is it?"
Needless to say, Kazuya's statement brought out a significant amount of anger from Takeshi, but he just barely managed to keep himself in check due to the dire situation at hand. While he was pretty sure that three ghouls would be able to hold things down pretty nicely, he also knew that a cornered ghoul was much, much more dangerous, and thus they had to thread softly lest she suddenly lashes out with something they're not expecting. | 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 |
43,953 | 1,203 | 84 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Letting Loose - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
Miyako was a bit taken by surprise as the friendliest Ghoul in the room quickly turned his fate around and went on the offensive. The hard bash of the man's forehead certainly didn't feel nice, but it did sort of snap Mi out of her trance-like state for a moment. Unfortunately it was only to fully survey the sullen turn of events that were happening before her. She had no qualms with fighting and killing, even if parties were innocent, but all of this seemed an unnecessary strain on her already depleted body. It was frustrating to think she was powerless to prevent these malicious urges as it only made things harder.
Of course that wasn't the only thing Mi got to experience fully.. as if her other side had known what was coming, Mi felt a series of sharp pains in her back as six knives were stabbed at the base of her wings. Mi let out a pained yelp, sounding mostly in shock but also hurt. At the moment, she couldn't fathom what had just happened as her and Takumi stopped their struggle for a moment. The whole sequence could not have been choreographed better as Mi turned her head around to see that the pyjama-wearing Ghoul had come up from her wailing and sprung forth. Held in place, Mi wanted to move to avoid an incoming attack and turned back to face the man just at the moment Hana had let forth her shrapnel explosion.
Mi, of course, took the worst of the explosion, feeling shards of RC cells shredding her backside and Ukaku, spraying a fine mist from of her own RC cells on and around Takumi. Who, speaking of which, had also probably taken some damage as Mi was released so that she fell forward almost falling flat on her stomach but catching herself just before with her hands just before her face impacted.
The damage, visible through her now shredded shirt, was extensive as her backside had been ripped apart as her many wounds began to bleed. A faint labored pant could be heard if the others present strained their ears to listen, otherwise, her chest and back pumped with each breath. As Mi quietly reflected, she could feel the blood trickle down and soak her shirt or drop to the ground beneath her. Her head still ached from that earlier rattling it received but that was nothing compared to the sharp, throbbing pain those daggers and shards were doing each time Mi took a breath in and out. Things looked desperate and when things looked this way, Mi had only one option left...
There was never really a time that Mi had to let loose and retaining at least some control was always preferred, but sometimes the situation called for Mi to just... let go. So without a pang of regret, Mi did just that fully expecting that her fate was still up in the air. With a deep breath, she felt her consciousness drift back into her head as something else began to take over. Her Kakuja, released fully.
The quiet rhythmic breaths of Mi were not interrupted by the sound of what seemed like crunching bone. It probably wouldn't take the others present to notice but a sort of crystalline bone was growing over Mi's arms and legs. After the process started, a faint giggle started coming from Mi before it got loud enough for everyone present to hear. "...Heheh. You guys play very rough.", Mi said in between giggles as she lifted herself up to her knees presenting the almost complete transformation to Takumi. Her face was now covered with something that looked like a deer's skull as horns continued to grow from the top of the head. Her arms were encased in that bony crystal as well as her feet, forming sort of talons now. Her body was still forming a sort of ribcage around itself.
It wasn't visible but Mi was now smiling, apparently delighted with everything. She lifted her arm and pointed at Takumi, making a gun shape with her fingers. "Bang.", she said suddenly snapping her hand upward, and without warning, the gooey RC liquid that Miyako had been secreted this whole time suddenly and violently all sprouted crystalline spikes over varying lengths, diameters, and even direction of growth as each crystalline spike randomly sought out to impale an unwary Ghoul. Takumi was likely to get the worst of it as Mi had shed plenty of cells in his direction when Hana blasted her from behind. Mi, of course, was spared as she was always careful not to trigger the traps around herself.
This wasn't all Mi had planned, either. With her sudden trick likely surprising all, she quickly leapt to her feet and charged Takumi with a greater speed and reaction time before. This time when charging him, she leapt her and spun, flinging her leg looking to slam her now taloned foot into the side of the man's head. In one fluid motion, however, she would continue her spin and face Hana before firing off a barrage of her own shards towards Hana before, again, using her momentum to spin around and look to violently slam her taloned fist into Takumi's head to further daze and wound him.
The children off in the corner hadn't gone unnoticed and after Mi was done with Takumi, she turned to charge at them. Interested to gauge their strength, she would fire a barrage of her crystals to 'soften' them up for her approach. But Mi had a more devious plan in mind as she aimed to lure Hana in closer to fire a point blank volley of RC cells. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,954 | 1,203 | 85 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Miyamoto - Overgrow
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi’s eyes locked on his opponent, ensuring that even the slightest of her movements could not escape his vigilant gaze. Naturally, the fact that she had suddenly been sent reeling by the sixfold set of blades lodged into her back did not escape him either. Still, the surprisingly hurt - almost regretfully so - nature of her reaction captivated him for a few scant seconds. A look crossed his face, looking not too dissimilar to the confusion painted by his enemy's expression, before being erased by a mental shake of the head. Inwardly, he chided himself for failing to seize the opportunity and growing so dreadfully soft these days. He was all too aware of the impact that mere moments could have on the tide of battle. He quickly glanced to the knife thrower himself.
The look on Hana’s face and the preparatory sounds of her kagune gave Takumi an inkling as to what would come next. He quickly let go of the girl, and crossed his now-free arms protectively over his exposed body parts - the face and upper torso - as he dug a heel into the carpet - all to brace himself for the coming attack.
“...Kuh...!”
He’d been expecting something big, but perhaps not quite as explosive as that. Of course, he was larger than the target, and inaccuracy was an unavoidable consequence of initiating such a high-yield offense, so he couldn’t fault Hana for the flechettes cutting into his arms, and leaving shallow incisions along the outline of his body. Fortunately, his opponent took the brunt of the blow for him.
Takumi let out a long, hiss-like exhalation before straightening back out, ready for another round. In that moment, it was as if he had exhaled pain rather than breath. And with crimson spatter across his face and arms dripping in sanguine, he was looking more and more like an implacable monster.
The irony was not lost on him.
‘Damn it,’ the half-ghoul thought, pulling shrapnel from his arms during the unspoken ceasefire between himself and the girl. He bore an expression of visible discomfort - not from pain, but from the increasing awareness of his own stomach churning. He took another breath to center himself. This pause wasn’t doing him much good; all these feelings and thoughts were throwing him off. Right now, the only things he needed to concern himself with were his opponent and the people he had to defend. Everything else could come later.
But first, there was something he had to do.
“Hey, Ukaku Girl,” Takumi called out to the wounded ghoul, “It’s fine if you wanna call it quits. I’m not particularly in the mood for murder tonight.” It was true enough, even if they had, based on any rational assessment, clearly already gone beyond the point of no return. There wasn’t even an inkling as to what the terms of such a surrender were; to everyone else it would seem like he was talking out of his ass - or maybe that he was just naive enough to not account for anyone else’s less scrupulous ideas.
But Article 13, subsection two of the Ghoul Countermeasures Law stated that an investigator wasn’t to cause a ghoul any more harm than necessary, and although he wasn’t operating in any official CCG capacity, not offering would’ve left a bad taste in the young man’s mouth.
“Alright.” The resulting sound of bone crunching into place, and the first glimpses of the crimson crystalline exoskeleton were the silent answer he needed, but wasn’t necessarily looking for. ‘Kakuja? Suits me just fine,’ he thought cockily. The more ghoulish an enemy became, the more well-suited to fighting them he’d be. At least in theory.
“In-ter-es-ting,” Takumi half hummed, “And I thought the Tengu would be the only bird of prey here.” While Miyako was busy showboating her new form, the half-ghoul began assessing her kakuja for weaknesses. If he could land a good strike on her core vitals before the ribcage fully extended, he’d be golden. With the armor up, she’d be faster and tougher than before. He’d have to adjust his timing to compensate for the speed deficiency. Subtly, he took a slight step forward and-
“Bang.”
-was promptly assailed by the pain of a thousand needles. ’Shit, kagune trap,’ he cursed, huffing and staring down at his punctured body.
...In the back of his head, he could hear her voice scolding him, telling him that he was doing it wrong.
Fortunately, the nature of their positioning during Hana’s attack ensured that the RC cell spread was kept away from his core vitals and his brain. Instead, the brunt of the crystalline needles dug into his obliques, posterior forearms, and thighs. Perhaps not as directly crippling as his opponent had hoped, but sufficient to disrupt his mobility.
It was a shame; he’d really have preferred freedom of movement right now.
“Grrh…” Takumi threw his torso to the side inelegantly, causing spikes in one side to dig deeper and spikes on the other to be shorn short. But even if it hadn’t hit his head, it had still brought him to the floor. He brought a hand to his side, where once circular pinpoints were now torn flaps of flesh, slowly regenerating. “Neat... trick...” With every pause and breath, he grabbed a fistful of spikes and snapped them into stubs, allowing for freer movement. He still had the spikes embedded into him, but he could deal with pain easier than a mobility handicap.
That decision certainly came in handy when he rolled out of the way of the talon aimed to crush his face.
He caught the kakuja ghoul turning her attention to the children, and for the first time in this fight, he begun to fear. In a fraction of a second, he replayed the battle in his mind’s eye, and in doing so, he began to realize how he’d been brought so low by such a diminished opponent: he’d grown complacent. Although he was of superior condition, he had underestimated the strength of a cornered rat. And now the kids would pay.
Although it might have been too late, he refused to allow others, let alone the children, to suffer in his stead
Takumi steeled his expression, and in these tumultuous seconds, found himself turning to comforting familiarity. He was unobtrusive in getting to his feet. His left eye went dark and a metallic slithering sound emanated from his shoulders. ‘The target is ~SS-rate “Crazy Ukaku Bitch”. ‘ With her attention focused on the kids, her relatively unarmored back was laid bare to him. He broke out into the fastest sprint he could muster in his condition. The metal tentacle became a polearm in his hands, and his mouth uttered two words that would chill the blood of any ghoul:
”Begin extermination.”
From behind the charging she-ghoul came Takumi, aiming to levy a powerful koukaku slash across her exposed back before she could reach the kids, followed by a quick thrust to the heart. No, that was wrong. He would hesitate - but from which kind of weakness, he couldn’t tell - and the trajectory of his thrust would be altered to strike towards the right lung instead. | 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.
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43,955 | 1,203 | 86 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
She did get up, and she was transforming. Even after all this damage, she was still going to retaliate. Hana's scowl intensified as she witnessed how her all-out sudden attack had failed to take the other ghoul out, pissing her off in the process. Cautiously, she wasted no time in putting distance as the other ghoul went to transform and had a couple of one liners in her spiel.How can she even talk after that!!? She thought.
Worst of all, there would be no reinforcements. That self-centered bitch of Asoka was still in the kitchen, being smug.
Hana's scowl was briefly replaced by shock when the subsequent Kagune trap erupted around her. While she was far enough to avoid the worst of it, it seemed that the crazy female had double tapped Takkun after her initial vicious attack had inflicted a bad case of friendly fire. It seemed that Hana was far from the only tricky one in this fight, she thought while avoiding the ukaku flechette fire with minor cuts.
What's she doin---OH no, NO NO NO!!! Hana mentally screamed, as in a fit of panic after she went around the kids. The only ones whose innocence could not be questioned, and preferably the ones that should be spared. Young fledlings of the ghoul race. In Hana's warped sense of duty and morale scale, this was the one thing she valued above her own life and intelligence.
This probably was her plan all along, but Hana had no choice but to jump headfist into the bitch's trap. Spreading wide her arms and Kagune, she took all the shards that were aimed at the kids, and sending herself reeling and wounded.
"GET INTO YOUR ROOMS!" She urged at the wide eyed youths, as she hacked blood. Bitch had even managed to puncture a lung with so few shards. And this was probably an opener. Hana felt a sensation of dread. Flatfooted against her opponent, speeding, and about to mince her to meat.
The worst possible condition. She readied her Kagune, or whatever hadn't been affected by the flechette storm, and crystalized all of it at once. With a swift move, she interlocked her bee wings above her head and shoulders, protecting the back of her neck.
"I don't play." Hana finally answered to her opponent, as she threw headfirst towards the wild Ukaku in a very low stance, her wings as shield. The Kagune was to be sacrificed. Her legs could be sacrificed. Her arms could be torn. She didn't need it for this kind of attack. An attack primal, brutal, but incredibly pragmatic.
While Kagune were a favoured means of attack, there was only other thing a ghoul had that could pierce ghoul flesh and skin.
Her teeth.
And Hana would waste no time in boring her way into the Ukaku's uncovered Navel. She knew anatomy with her eyes blindfolded. She knew where to aim. And like that, Hana, the ghoul doctor, threatened to tear the Kakuja's LIVER with her bare TEETH. | 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. |
43,956 | 1,203 | 87 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Takeshi
"W-What the hell!?!?" Takeshi whispered under his breath in fearful awe as the crazy ghoul not only got back up after taking a crazy amount of punishment from the two adult ghouls, but then she began to transform, the sounds of bones cracking in and out of place as a crimson armor began to adorn her slender frame. Takeshi was frozen in fear by the mere sight of what he'd come to know as a Kajuka, and as it bwgan to display it's power by slamming down on Takumi, Takeshi was thinking that this was the end for him. This thought only seemed to become all to real as the monstrosity turned her gaze towards him, the empty sockets of the deer skull seeming to burrow a hole right through his soul.
As she launched herself forward, she sent a barrage of Ukaku shards barreling at the two at speeds faster than they could ever hope to dodge. Takeshi couldn't move a muscle, frozen like a deer in headlights, while Kazuya turbed and began to pull his brother to him, planning to shiekd him with his own body. However, both were surprised when Hana seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of them, taking the entire barrage upon herself as she screamed at them to run into the room, way too much blood flying from her mouth as she spoke. Kazuya simpkly nodded, dragging the shell-shocked Takeshi behind him into the room with Mii and the twins, who were currently huddle by the bed, terrified. It wasn't until the door slammed shut that Takeshi came to her senses, suddenly turning to make a grab for the door handle, only to get a fist launched into his face by Kazuya, his face quickly shifting from shocked disbelief to anger as he pulled his younger brother up by his collar, screaming in his face as he seemed about ready to punch him again.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? THAT WO-HANA JUST SAVED OUR FUCKIN' LIVES BY TAKING THAT HIT FOR US, AND YOU'RE ALREADY TRYING TO FUCKING LOSE IT AGAIN!!!
THAT'S WHY I CAN'T JUST SIT HERE AND HIDE!!! DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO HER OUT THERE? SHE COULD DIE, KAZUYA, AND IF I DON.T GO OUT THERE-"
"Then nothing will change, except you throwing your life away and making her sacrifice that much more wasted." Takeshi's response was cut of by the low, cold tone of his sibling, the two looking each other in the eyes with a fierce intensity. "You said it yourself, Takeshi, we can't do shit to anyone on the otherside of that door. I know you want go help her, hell, I want to rush out there and give that fugly bitch a piece of my mind. But I can't, and neither can you. We're weak, Takeshi, and all we can do is wait . . . and hope.
Kazuya simp y dropped his Takeshi as he finished speaking, closing his eyes before finding a place on the wall to sit against. All the while, all of the childrem could see how much he, the Oldest of them all, was shaking like a leaf.
Looking diwn at his own hands, Takeshi could see his body was doing much the same, no matter how much he tried to will it otherwise. As Kazuya's words sunk in, tne red haired boy couldn't help but cry, ashamed at his own weakness. And as he deteriorated into a sobbing, fearful mess, he waited for the door befiore him to open . . . and hoped that Hana would be the one to do it . . . or Takumi, hell, even the tiny Tyrant would be preferable to what awauted them if it were that . . . that thing. | 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 |
43,957 | 1,203 | 88 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Stomach Pains - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
The little monster would cackle as she took full advantage of the weak fledglings and forced the female Ukaku to expose herself to Mi’s attack. The thrill of her revenge only just now starting just about distracted her enough to forget about the boy wonder who had also sprang into action behind her. The man’s feet slapped against the floor was Mi’s first clue and as she began to turn around, she saw the man charging in her peripheries. However, despite the man’s head start with his full on charge, Mi, due to the disparity of her speed with Takumi’s, was fully capable of turning and leaping away. It was a close, for sure, as Takumi’s kagune would grind up against the front of Mi’s chest armor, grinding off particles from her armor with a spark. The force of the action had the unintentional effect of spinning Mi about just enough to see Hana charging forth, teeth barred…
It wasn’t the first time Mi had someone bore into her like this. Hana’s teeth found it’s initial mark and bit right into Mi’s stomach, but she held on as the two began to fall to the ground. Despite everything about Mi’s Kakuja being much stronger than the other, getting surprised mid leap and being quite the bit of a lightweight, there was still nothing she could really do to prevent Hana from knocking her momentum out from under her feet so that she would fall backwards with Hana bearing down on her.
Mi landed with a thud with Hana landing on top of her. Her head still buried into Mi’s stomach in a tight bite, but now that they had stopped moving, Hana began violently using her teeth to tear into Mi’s unprotected flesh. Mi shrieked from the surprise because no matter how demented you were, being eaten was always sort of a shocking thing.
Miyako didn’t waste any time in prying off her assailant and quickly reached down and grabbed Hana by the roots of her hair. She pulled hard on the other’s head, trying to yank Hana up from her stomach, and then to further her defense, Mi stuck out her thumb on her other hand and violently tried to ram it right into Hana’s eye using her boney armor around her thumb as a weapon. Regardless of hitting the eye or not, the hard impact from the sharp crystalline bone would probably cause some bad facial damage and enough for Mi to continue to pull the ravenous Hana from her stomach and toss her aside by the roots of her hair. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,958 | 1,203 | 89 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Stop
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
A sharp exhalation matched the pitched screech of Takumi’s spear clashing with Miyako’s kakuja breastplate. The brief clash between himself and the target quickly revealed that he couldn’t simply rely on compatibility to compensate for the vast difference in ‘ghoulishness’ with his opponent. Perhaps if he were better fed and less wounded, but those weren’t issues that he had the liberty of addressing at the moment.
’A few centimeters more accurate and perhaps I could have dealt more than a glancing blow,’ he noted, very intentionally using his remaining forward momentum to slip past the kakuja ghoul. Although this left his back quite exposed, it soon became clear why he had done so: if he had remained, he would have been caught in the savage struggle between Hana, her teeth, and the kakuja’s organs.
In other words, the improvised flanking maneuver had been executed successfully, albeit not quite in the way he had expected.
With an unnecessarily dramatic spear-twirl, Takumi shaved off excess momentum, ensured his spear didn’t end up buried in Hana’s nice wallpaper, and turned back around quickly and elegantly. Without wasting time, he connected his false quinque to his kagune, altering it as he assessed the situation.
The opponent was armored, fast, and had the capacity to release kagune traps - perhaps having something to do with those strange secretions of hers? - but also wounded, and more importantly, immobilized. Therefore, speed was now a non-factor. Taking the potential of friendly fire into account, that meant what was required here was a precise strike that could disregard armor.
And so, the head of the spear became the head of a warhammer.
Concussive force was something that even the hardest of armor wouldn’t be able to defend against. The weight characteristic of koukaku kagune would ensure maximum kinetic energy distribution. The shape of her mask would ensure a large target area, or a focal point to focus that energy in the “nose”. Immobilization would force her to choose between trying to throw Hana off and catching his attack with her wings, which would sustain the damage instead. And he could always attack again.
As the two girls struggled for dominance, they might have noticed Takumi’s shadow slowly encompassing them. “Please try holding her down for a little bit longer, nee-san,” Takumi requested politely, raising the koukaku hammer skyward and lining up the shot on her head. “Kakuja-chan needs to take a brief rest.”
Then he dropped the hammer.
Ad nauseum. | 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.
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Color code is #E34234 |
43,959 | 1,203 | 90 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Nauseating. Wet. Smelly. Gross. Chewy. Rough. Unsanitary. Hana dug inside the other ghouls' belly resisting her urge to puke, her taste and smell flaring up as they gave obvious signals of discomfort. Utterly coarse and disgusting, that was how ghoul meat was like. And yet, with each bite, the grip on her opponent faltered. She was inching closer and closer. Her last ditch effort doubled in intensity as she realized she had pinned her opponent down, and no further damages had been taken. A turn of events, as a rush urged her to continue. Feast on the fallen.
She felt disgusting, and filthy. Something seemed to have died inside. Was this how Kakuja were born? Out of self-loathing and desperation?
And then, a sharp tug announced that her opponent was not done her. Indeed, for how fierce her bite was, it was quite the labor to tear apart the muscles protecting the visceral cavity. The overaching, maddened strenght of her opponent, no, prey was threatening to rip her scalp apart as she yanked her outside her objective...
And she swallowed. For all the love of the world. She swallowed that disgusting meat in surprise, feeling it crawling in a slow but nauseating spiral towards her stomach. That sprung up to her senses, just in time to notice a claw that ravaged her left side of the face, avoiding the loss of an eye by a tiny margin.
Takumi's words were like an echo, as the kakuja was clearly going to counterattack. Hana was tired. She was disgusted. Her fire was extinguishing. She knew... she couldn't win as is. She was going to die, despite the cannibalism act rejuvenating her wounds somewhat.
"So...sorry." She managed to utter as she was being pried apart. She, as a ghoul, couldn't beat such a foe. It was then when it dawned on her, as she eyed the gaping wound of the other ghoul. She had two hands.
She had tools.
She had knowledge.
Crimson exploded in front of Miyako, as Hana's scalp was torn apart, cleanly, with a cut. Hana's hand bore a bloody-scalpel like shard, her exposed head bleeding profusely now. Just a little more. She could do this.
The armed hand dived in Miyako's midsection. Her other hand locked on the open wound.
"LIVER! PANCREAS! PORTAL VEIN! STOMACH! SPLEEN! KIDNEYS! AORTA!" She yelled in top of her lungs, with all her rage, pain and spite. She cut and cut. She had no regard for finesse. All it mattered was putting as many cuts and destroying as many internal organs as possible before she run out. The kagune dagger broke, her naked hand now worming her way in.
"AND HEART!" She added, hysterically. But she could never finish her target properly, as she passed out, her body going limp like a marionette after the effort. | 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. |
43,960 | 1,203 | 91 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
Itsuki snapped to another tone when Rin asked what he was up too. He definitly didn't want to talk about what had happened in between the times they met. Rin averted her gaze from his and turned her head slightly away from him in hurted manner but didn't seem all that bothered by it. There was a small silence after he ended his line but he didn't want to leave the mood at that and continued their small talk while they kept the same pace back towards the clinic.
"I'm... working. It is nothing much but I can live from it."
Rin turned her gazed to the pavement in front of them and displayed a small smile. She was at least a little happy about her situation. Never back to that horrible time from before, that is what she was striving for. Rin turned quiet again, she wasn't much of a talker. | 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. |
43,961 | 1,203 | 92 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
"Uhhhh. . . make any friends?" Itsuki asked, noting with reluctance that this conversation was going rather poorly. Looking around for something to direct his attention to as they walked, he noted a some children walking across the street. They were young, and seemed to be on their way to school given the uniforms. As he watched them walk, he thought back to the days back when the old man was still alive. Could they ever have those days back, he wondered, ever get along like they used to? Takumi seemed to be okay, though also seemed to be struggling a bit. Hana had changed a bit, and while he still pissed with her, after sometime to cool off, he understood why she'd gone after him like that. He was being a bit difficult, seeking into self-pity and being less then helpful. That being the case, he didn't really think she was entirely justified either. She was pressing him for information on a ghoul he'd only just met as if it was going to be a problem. She was just some random crazy, they were a dime-a-dozen in the ghoul underworld, so why get so hooked up about it.
Thinking about that Crazy Ukaku Bitch brought his mind back to the fact that he was without any shelter for the night. That wasn't a huge problem, but it would be annoying if the weather turned bad. He considered asking Rin if he could stay with her for a bit, but rejected the thought, not wanting to impose on her. Besides, he doubted that he'd make for a good house guest either if the previous night was anything to go by. Coming out his thoughts, he scratched at one of the wounds under his shirt, which were done healing up for the most part by now.
"Rin, you been in any fights since the old man died? | 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 |
43,962 | 1,203 | 93 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Finishing Touches - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
There was something to be said about the tenacity of that pajama wearing freak. To have sustained such injuries at this point, scalp herself, and still going was nothing short of remarkable but this was a detail that was completely missed by Mi at this point as Hana plunged her hand down into the Mi’s open wound. Mi wailed a pained cry as she felt the reckless butchering inside her abdomen that slowly was cutting upwards towards more vital regions.
It was honestly better that Mi, herself, had taken the backseat at this point to her other side as the amount of beastly adrenaline and psychosis had prevented Mi from passing out. Mi spattered blood from her mouth as Hana’s dagger found some sensitive organs. Feeling threatened, Mi used her now free hands to grab ahold of Hana by her bicep, talons sinking in as she tried to hold Hana’s arm in place in order to prevent it from sinking in further. Although weakened, Mi was still capable of holding Hana at bay, perhaps even to remove her arm from her stomach as well. However, there was that other one to contest with as his looming shadow was finally noticed by the struggling Mi, but a moment too late…
Takumi’s koukaku hammer was in mid-swing by the time Mi had realized what he was doing. At this point, her options were a bit limited with Hana’s arm elbow deep in Mi’s abdomen, so she let instinct take over. Hana’s resistance had slowed, even halted now as the pajama-wearing butcher had fainted. Mi still kept one hand around Hana’s bicep but felt safe enough to use the other to withdraw and protect her face.
Perhaps there were better plans for dealing with this, but the only one Mi had confidence in was the swiftness. Her arm could be in a better position to protect her head than her Ukaku, which would have taken considerably longer to swing around and harden before the hammer came down. Time, Mi probably didn’t have. So she positioned her forearm to protect her face and closed her eyes hoping for the best.
Full force of Takumi’s hammer came down on top of Mi’s armored forearm. It shattered her armor as it continued its swing down to Mi’s arm, which trapped between the hammer and Mi’s armored forehead, broke in a nauseating crunch as her ulna was crushed underneath the head of the hammer, ushering a pained grunt from Mi. Despite the damage, Mi’s head was protected as the remaining force from the hammer only managed to slightly crack the boney head plate around the eye socket. But she survived and now wasn’t too pleased.
Mi’s Ukaku hardened and she turned just enough to fire a point blank volley to Takumi as she delicately pulled Hana’s arm from her midsection. Once free, she pushed the unconscious Hana aside and quickly tried to scamper away and put some distance between her and Takumi in addition to returning to her feet. However, she only managed to turn over onto her healthy hand and knees before she pretty much vomited blood from her mouth as the shifting remains of her organs rattled inside. Blood had also began to pour out of Mi’s midsection as severed arteries leaked her fluids. With all her damaged sustained, she collapsed down onto her stomach before managing to roll to her back. Her healthy arm reached around and tried to cover her midsection.
A keen eye could see some faint smoke creeping out of her stomach as her Ghoul anatomy allowed healing wounds at a rapid pace but at this point Mi was too depleted. She could feel it and had to prioritize the regeneration of her damaged internal tissues in order just to survive the next few minutes. But this was it. Even Mi’s Kakuja could see how grim the situation was. Even if Takumi had sustained serious injury from that short burst of fletchette fire, the kids or that other naggy ghoul could easily finish Mi off. She was pretty much spent. Thus, Mi’s other side resorted to a tactic that prioritized survival, at least that’s how an outsider might see it. To Mi, it was just another cruel trick that it liked to play on poor Mi.
Miyako, the real Miyako, had suddenly rushed back into focus as her Kakuja relinquished control to her. Almost immediately, Mi felt the agony of her insides and whimpered as she painfully leaned up just enough to witness her blood (probably some of Hana’s, too) drenched in the remains of her clothes and pooling around her at the moment. Mi fell back down onto her back as her mind quickly tried to catch up with everything, trying not to panic as the increased breathing rate pained her each time she heaved in and out. Mi was so distressed, that she hadn’t even noticed her arm was broken as she moved it over her midsection, her lower part of that arm hanging limp as it flopped onto her abdomen.
This was it, Miyako thought to herself. She was probably going to die here and despite all of Mi’s very controlled and quiet nature, this was the one thing that broke her. Realization that she was going to die. Mi’s chest heaved as she stuttered while her eyes began to water. “I-I-I di-di-didn’t w-want this!” She cried out as she began to quietly weep as she turned to find Takumi, remembering his earlier good nature. “P-p-please…I-I don’t want to.. B-but I couldn’t help it. I-I just don’t.. want to die.” Mi begged, trying to recover from yet another disaster that her Kakuja had put her in. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
Other: |
43,963 | 1,203 | 94 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
Rin turned her head to look away from Itsuki, her expression harsher than before. She never was really good at socializing with others. She doubted anyone would want to see her twice after the things she did and said to others. Things just flopped out of her mouth without realising how hard it could come over. Rin shifted her head over towards the front of her.
"Not really... I don't know to be honest. When is someone your friend?"
Rin turned her head further towards Itsuki to look up at him with a somewhat curious expression over head face. If that was to describe from her monotone looking expression all the time that is.
Rin her nose twitched for a moment. She was sure she was smelling something, must have been everyone at the clinic since they were getting closer.
Itsuki asked her if she had been in any fights, she wasn't sure how many it had been. A fight every so often was regular to her so it was difficult to keep up on how many times it had been. If she perhaps had to go to a doctor it was easier to keep track off but that was out of the question as ghoul.
"I don't know really, a few. Once in a month I think. It just happens I guess."
A small silence fell before Rin sniffed a few more times. She could tell that everyone was still there but also the strong smell of blood and another presence other than there were before. This could mean business. Blood was never good other than for food.
"Do you smell something too?"
Rin told Itsuki in a clam monotone tone. She looked a little more serious about this then she did before. | 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. |
43,964 | 1,203 | 95 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
"It just . . . happens, I guess." Itsuki shrugged at her question, quite unsure about that himself. He'd had never really had friends himself, to be honest, tending to keep to himself more often then not. As Rin went on about the fights, however, Itsuki found himself distracted by a familiar smell. He couldn't place it at first, but the more he focused on it, the colder he began to feel. Without conscious thought, he started walking faster, his eyes dilating as the scent kept getting stronger and stronger. He didn't even hear Rin's second question, not stopping as he burst through the doors, much to the displeasure of those working the clinic.
Itsuki made a beeline from the man from before, grabbing his shoulder and turning him away from his patient and towards the elevator. The man, of course, tried to struggle but Itsuki cut him off with as concise an update as possible, keeping enough in mind about where he was to whisper the information to him.
"I smell blood upstairs. Lots of it.
The implication was clear, and the man was quick to let himself be dragged into the elevator, inserting the key in order for it to go all the way up to the needed floor.He waited just long enough for Rin to get in if she was following him, then gave the man a solemn nod as he pressed the button for the 4th floor. As the doors closed and they were taken to the selected floor, all that could be heard was the rapid tapping of his foot, the panic he felt slowly, but surely, slipping though the cracks in his composure.
It's my fault. This is all my fault. I never should've come here. Taking a breath in an attempt to calm himself, Itsuki began to gnaw on one of his fingers, the force he exerted onit being enough to actually draw blood. If anything happened to them, then that Crazy Bitch won't live to regret what she's done.
The ding of the elevator arriving at it's destination shook him out of his thoughts, but before the doors even opened, he knew all he needed to know. The scent of blood was thick, and as the doors opened to reveal the bloody scene before him, it was all that was needed to whip him into a furious rage. Stepping out into the small area, his white Kakugan nearly glowing from the intensity of his glare as his Kagune burst from his back, all six of them whipping about like a nest of angry vipers. As soon as he was close enough, they'd converge on Mi's downed form, the clawed appendages sinking deep into her flesh as she was pulled upwards into the air. Within moments, she'd be wrapped up by Itsuki's Rinkaku, the jagged scales painfully tearing into any exposed skin and the open wound in her side, along with a great amount of force being exerted on crushing her small frame. Bracing her against the wall, his eyes burning with white-hot rage,Itsuki would silently wrap his fingers around her throat, squeezing down with all the force he could muster. Between his Rinkaku and his hands, he didn't think it would take long, especially in her current condition.
How dare you do this. The thought ran through his head. How dare you come in here and hurt my family!I'll kill you. I'll kill you, I'll tear you're body to shreds, I'll paint these halls red with your blood for what you did.
As Itsuki squeezed tighter and tighter, a small grin began to from, a look of hunger shining in his dead white eyes. The pulse in his veins was racing, his breath was quickening, synapses were firing in his brain. Somewhere, deep in his mind, he knew that this wasn't right, that he wasn't killing this girl for what she did to his family. No, he wanted revenge, bloody, bloody revenge.
And more than that. . . he missed this feeling. No matter how much he denied this to himself, deep down, he missed this. The feeling of power, of control, of total domination that could only be obtained when you had another life in your hands. He had discovered this power deep in those dank sewers, and it grew alongside with his desire for vengeance, pushing him deeper and deeper into the darkness of his own heart.
He wasn't the same as before, when his parents died, when the old man died, when Hiyori died. He had been weak then, but this strength that he had cultivated, this power that he had groomed and perfected. . . it made him strong. This girl's life was now his, and as she struggled pitifully against him, he savored every last bit of this moment, every little breath before the end. | 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 |
43,965 | 1,203 | 96 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
That wasn't really a great answer so to say but hearing something like this from her made her a tad more sure that he didn't make all too much friends either. Rin shifted her head to the side and made a small pout. This wasn't satisfying at all.
Without a word Itsuki moved faster towards the clinic. Rin almost couldn't keep up with her smaller legs but still arrived only a little later at the front of the clinic. The intense smell had already made clear that there was a lot of blood on the top floor that was still fresh. There was no time to waste waiting for a stupid keycard or the elevator. The stairs would likely also be locked off. Instead Rin went into the alley at the side of the clinic. Her back and lower back began glowing a bright purple before clothes shed and dark purple kagune burst out of her body.
The bikaku wrapped around her leg as she came up to the jump point. She looked up and squatted. Her bikaku launched her up to the top floor of the building with ease. She either went through a window that was still open or smash it to get into the living room. Once there she took stance. Her bikaku still around her leg while her rinkaku floated in the air behind her. Her eyes sharpened at the sight. What had this woman done to Hana...
Rin lightly walked up to the other to see Itsuki arrive too at the front door. The attacking woman was lying defeated on the ground with everyone holding their kagune at her. She gave a small sigh and stepped past the others. Her rinkaku in defense of her family and her bikaku unfolding up into the air in front of her. The long speary kagune pointed at Itsuki in front of her. He definitly looked scary with his
"Let her explain."
She quietly muttered, no one has died yet so it was fine in her opinion to let the woman stay alive too. | 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. |
43,966 | 1,203 | 97 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Break
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
The beast had finally been defeated. He’d felt its arm and armor shatter with a sickening crunch under the weight of his attack. He’d felt the defiant weakness in its last attack, the rounds of which tore into his abdomen like stinging bees, but were otherwise unable to fell him. Now, the finishing blow was his.
But he couldn’t take it.
Takumi had the hammer raised over his head, ready to put the ghoul out of its misery. If his instructors from the Garden were here, they’d call this a textbook example of why the CCG told their investigators not to speak with ghouls. Sympathy was a powerful weapon against the uninitiated. They were the ones who’d forced the girl (’Ghoul,’ he reminded himself) into a more confrontational stance, right? It was their fault, wasn’t it?
Takumi’s hammer fell, but slowly and to the ground.
Unbeatable, unbreakable, and unstoppable - that was how Takumi was should have been feeling in the aftermath, right? It was a fight. Not only that, it was a fight that he’d emerged victorious (from a certain perspective, at least). He should’ve been feeling good, great even. The boiling of blood and the clash of arms was supposed to be the one constant that he could take solace in, no matter how bad or how confusing the rest of his life became.
That was the ideal. Unfortunately the reality was far more unfulfilling than that. After all, the aftermath of battle is when you begin to count up your losses, when you lick your wounds, and when you take your good look of the consequences and wonder. If he were in a better state of mind, maybe he would’ve thought it was funny - or disgusting - that he only knew the situation was off because there was no catharsis nor thrill of encountering such a wonderful opponent to be found there. Not the eviscerated face of his sibling, not the girl with the hanging arm and the pleading eyes, but the fact it hadn’t left him satisfied with the result.
The only thing it had left was the storm.
Takumi blinked, gaze blankly locked on the crying kakuja girl and the sister with the shredded face. “...Ah...” he uttered softly. He was completely at a loss of what to do, even with the thin, ever-cracking veneer of serenity. For all that poetic waxing about justice and sacrifice, he’d never actually saved a life, at least not in this way. Slowly, his breathing began to intensify. ’Calm down, calm down…’ he thought, snapping himself out of his stupor, ’I'm better than this. I need to thinkthinkthink!’
Time was of the essence. Takumi was no medic, but even he knew that much. But Takumi was no medic, so he didn’t know enough to do anything good about it. But he did know one important thing. He stared down at his left arm. A half-ghoul was effectively a human in composition, or so he’d been told. If that was true... Could he do something about this? Almost unconsciously, his kagune slithered from his shoulder blade and connects with his hammer, warping the shape into a short, wicked edge.
Justice and sacrifice, right?
’If Aso-’ Then it hit him. Asoka. Kitchen. Dick-eating Itsuki. Human remains. Leftovers. Regeneration. The gears of his masterstroke were turning. ’...Nee-san is going to disapprove of this,’ Takumi quickly turned to the kitchen, his final source of hope in this worrying time, ’But this is much less needlessly masochistic on my part.’ By the looks of it, things were finally starting to go his way! (...Sort of.) But the question was: could the ukaku girl wait? He looked to her distraught visage, and back to his arm. '...It's insurance.' He sighed, made a face, and cut a chunk of flesh from his left hand. “I’ve got. Got some stuff to do,” he explained, his wavering voice and nervous smile doing their best to bring levity to this grim situation, “Just. Just try to stop thinking about dying. Or just. Try not to die in general, please?” He dropped the small morsel into her mouth. “I’ll be right back!” he called out, rushing over to the kitchen as fast as his wounded body could carry him.
“Nothing is going wrong,” Takumi explained calmly to Asoka as he bled a trail over to the freezer, “Your elder siblings have everything under control.” He popped open the freezer and withdrew the container with the preserved part from last night. “...Still here.” He closed the container and tucked it under his arm - the one with the mangled hand - before turning to face Asoka, “No need to worry about us.” He gave a particularly pathetic thumbs up, then he walked right back out to the fray, leaving bloody footsteps in his wake.
Slipping on a pool of blood, Takumi skidded to his knees in front of Hana’s mangled body. His body was shaking, but his right hand was firm and purposeful as it gently opened the container and lifted the appendage. Then, rather inelegantly, he forced it in Hana’s mouth and down her throat to kickstart her regeneration. Now he had to wake her up. First came one slap with all his strength - probably not a good call given her condition, but he was desperate - then the shouting: “WAKE UP!” He was almost so absorbed that his keen ears didn’t catch the elevator opening.
Takumi’s head whirled to the door, where there stood none other than Itsuki himself. Even with his self-perceived inability to really understand these people, he knew what those eyes meant. He’d seen them before, in the eyes of investigator and ghoul alike. Unbridled rage, fueled by a desire for vengeance against the girl. He was helpless and left only to watch the events unfold. Then another presence. He looked to Rin, eyes containing some combination of desperation, hope, and confusion.
“I CAN EXPLAIN!” Takumi screamed - he didn’t mean to, but there wasn’t much room for control right now - at Itsuki, trying to get through to the mind-addled young man. Except he couldn’t explain, not really. But he’d do his best, because the girl definitely. “She came here for help!” he said, voice hoarse and raw, “We provoked her. This our fault! AAAAAAAH!!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!” This wasn’t going to work, even he could see that. He wasn’t smart enough or charismatic enough for this. ’Dammitdammitdammitdammit!’ He scanned the room for someone or something, anyone or anything, to get Itsuki to let go. Itsuki. He could use Itsuki. Appeal to his interest. What did he know about his bro- "I brought her here!" Takumi crawled forward, pathetically reaching out for the two, "She's... I... She's like what that girl of yours is, but for me. Just let go. Please." | 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.
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43,967 | 1,203 | 98 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Itsuki paid little heed to the beginning of Takumi's shouting or Rin's quiet plea. His anger, his hunger, were too powerful to subdue just like that, and besides, this wretch didn't deserve mercy. She had come into this place and attacked his family. She had come after him, seeking whatever it was she wanted from him, and had hurt the only people he had left. Nothing either of them could possibly say that would stop him from ending this Crazy-
"She's... I... She's like what that girl of yours is, but for me. Just let go. Please."
As soon as that was said, a thick wave of tension rolled throughout the room as Itsuki's back became ramrod straight. His hrip around the girl loosened considerably, though he didn't dare let her go. Now, he didn't believe Takumi for even a second, given the situation, but not only did what he say strike a chord in Itsuki's soul, but so to did the way he said. For whatever reason, the desperation to save this girl was real for him. For whatever reason, he cared for her. . . or perhaps, unlike Itsuki, he still retained a shred of innocence. Looking down at the girl, he found that she was no longer the woman he held in his cruel grasp. Instead, Hiyori lie before him, looking up at him, her face broken and disfigured, her eyes filled with fear. As Itsuki recoiled away from the person he held, in the moment it took for the them to hit the floor, a memory would play out before his ivory eyes.
He had been dying. He felt it throughout his body, the slow drain of life of will that signaled the coming of the end. Above him stood his foe, his vendetta for going on 4 years. He thought he'd been ready. He thought that his vengeance was close at hand. . . but this man wasn't like his brother. He was a Kakuja, and he had only realized the many worlds of difference that title made when it was too late. He had put up a valiant effort, and had even managed to do some damage to the his foe, despite the odds. But in the end, he had never stood a chance, and Itsuki knew the man knew it. Standing over his defeated body, the man gazed down at him with amusement dancing behind those Crimson-black spheres.
I must admit Lover Boy, you did good for a wimp that's only been down here for 3 years. You were able to kill Tatsu and, if you'd waited a bit longer, you might've even been able to actually kill me. But you got cocky. Got it into you're head that because you took on Tatsu, you could take me on right away. The man's chuckling laughter echoed through out the cistern where the two of them had battled, the rushing waters of Tokyo's deluge flowing through the canals, carrying with them the fetid stench of decay and filth. And then it suddenly stopped, as the man leaned in real close to Itsuki, his eyes shining with a mad gleam. Do you want to know why we took your little slut? Cause I think you would want to know before you die, just why we took her like the little bitch that she was.
Itsuki could only glare at the man, his rage growing so potent that his body began to shake and shiver as he tried to move, wanting to rip the bastard's throat out with his teeth. But before he could get far, a nard boot to his face would bring him back to the ground, the man above him reveling int he power he held over the younger one before him.
You see, we ghouls can be split into three categories. You have those who like to play pretend up above, acting like they're human, going to school, and trying to live a normal life. Then you have the ghouls like me, who realize that we aren't human, and that we don't have to play by their rules. We take what we want, kill who we want, and respect strength and brutality above all else, cause that's what wins down here. And finally, the man's booted foot ground Itsuki's face deeper into the stained concrete floor, as if to emphasize the point. We've got ghouls like you, who pretend to pretend. You pretended you loved that girl, you pretended to enjoy spending time with her, you pretended that you would've been happy with that kind of life, but was because you didn't know the truth. You didn't know what you wanted until the false life you lived in was taken from you and all that remained was cold reality.
I've been watching you, Lover Boy, for longer than you could possibly know, and I've seen the way you fight, the way you kill. You aren't a machine, killing because you have to, ripping bodies apart like. You aren't eating those ghouls, a zealous grin plaster on your face as you do it, because they're the only food source around.The man's smile grew with every word he spoke, the madness in it seeming to split his face wide open as he continued his monologue, talking down to Itsuki as if he were an ignorant child. You're doing these things because, for the first time in your life, you've been able to be yourself. For the first time, you're free of the restraints that bound you before. Just face it, you may have called me a brute and a savage, but you're no different. Hell, you should be thanking me, Lover Boy. I made sure she didn't die a virgin, since you obviously didn't have the balls to hit that ass. Or were you waiting till marriage?
Laughter once again filled the cistern, only this was a loud, violent outburst of insanity, a deep rumbling laugh that spoke of only the deepest joy in accepting the darkness in one's heart. And it wasn't alone for very long, as Itsuki began to laugh as well. As the laughter rocked his body, bolts of pain rushing though him as his Kagune Sac suddenly began to surge with activity, as his conscious mind began to recede into the depths of his subconscious, Itsuki looked up at the man before him. But he couldn't see the man. He only saw himself, laughing down at him like a devilish overlord, repeating just a single word over and over between choked laughter.
Free.
Mi's body fell unceremoniously to the floor as Itsuki glared down at her with no less rage then before. However, after a few deep breaths, he managed to turn away. The beast inside him let it's anger be known, thrashing around within the cage of his mind, causing him to twitch uncontrollably, but he denied it. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't that scum of a man, and he would never become that man either. He wouldn't. . . he couldn't . . . I can't.
". . . Takumi," His voice was quiet and was absent of any emotion aside slight irritation, at least on the surface. If one knew how to listen, they could hear the strain and sorrow that was built within it."Your silly ploy worked this time, but you will not ever invoke her in anyway, ever again. Understand. It wasn't a question.
Turning away once Takumi responded, he looked to Rin. "If you see her make a move that even looks threatening, then kill her. Or if you still need an explanation, then incapacitate her. I don't care what any of you say, she's rabid, a threat, and in my opinion, should be put down." So the pot says to the kettle. Itsuki finally walked over to where Hana was, either helping her up if she was still on the ground, or simply looking at her if she was up on her own. "Come on, let's get you somewhere were you can rest while the rest of us scrounge up some food for you. And before you say it, I apologize for being difficult earlier. I should've just listened and told you what I knew without complaint. This is all my fault, and I take full responsibility for it. In other words I'm . . . I'm well and truly sorry, for as little as that might mean to you right now."
After he had helped Hana in whatever way he could, he'd turn his attention to Asoka, who he noticed was rather immaculate. A low glare settled on his brow at first, before he let out a low sigh. He honestly couldn't say he was surprised. She had changed a lot form the small girl she'd been before, perhaps even more than he had, and this Asoka wasn't the type who could be lectured or hurt with guilt. If she didn't help, it was because she didn't care, and if she didn't care, then Itsuki had nothing to say to the little Tyrant.
Nothing that couldn't wait, anyway.
Takeshi and Kazuya
The children waited silently as the sounds of battle died down, and at first were too scared to look out the door too see if it was over. The first to attempt was Kazuya, though Takeshi followed shortly after. Opening the door just a crack, they saw everything from the Scary Kajuka begging to Itsuki's sudden assault, as well as his equally sudden about face in terms of emotion and action. While Kazuya seemed to simply be glad that it was all over -letting out a deep sigh of relief and patting him on the back- , Takeshi couldn't help but feel the image of Hana's injuries burn in his mind. She'd been so nice to them, had fed them, and while he hadn't trusted her, had even been rude to her, she had protected them. No one outside of their family had ever done that, and it left a big impression on them, especially on Takeshi.
So why was the person who almost killed her being left to live because of what he could only see to be crocodile tears. She was a monster, her transformation had been enough to prove it to Takeshi, and her actions afterwards had only furthered that impression. So why. . . why were the sparing that. . . that thing. Takeshi was much too afraid to attempt to attack the beast himself, especially since that Takki guy was on her side. . . but he wouldn't ever forgive her. Never.
"Yo guys, I think it's okay to come out now." Kazuya whispered back to Mi and the twins, motioning for them to come up. "But don't forget that we may still have to be careful. The adults seem to have things handled for the moment, but we've seen how fast this girl can act. Stay behind me and Takeshi, and stay on your toes."
"That's no girl." Kazuya turned to look at his younger brother, eyes quirked up ever so slightly as he wondered what the hell his brother was talking about.
"Okay, unless you saw something I didn't back in that fight, I'm pretty sure that's a girl."
Takeshi didn't respond to his jest, not even a single glare. . . well, not directed towards Kazuya at least. No, all of his younger brother's glaring potential was being redirected towards the downed girl at the moment, and Kazuya was a bit worried about that. While Kazuya didn't understand why they were letting her live either -she's clearly of the unstable variety of ghoul- he wasn't really that mad at her for doing what she did. The ghoul world was dog-eat-dog, that's how things were and there was no point in getting mad at someone for following the way things were.
As the two led there others out of the room and towards the adults -making a wide berth around where Mi was currently lying, Takeshi actually activating his Kagunein preparation for whatever might happen- Kazuya's gaze turned towards his younger brother every now and then. I'm gonna have to watch him now, aren't I? He's going to do something stupid if I don't . . . *Sigh* Man, why can't you deal with this stuff Tora. I'm no good at talking sense into this knuckle head. | 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 |
43,968 | 1,203 | 99 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana shifted somewhat, her limp body once again twitching back to life. Slowly but surely, her senses and the flaring pain that accompanied them were once again in her mind. How long had she passed out? She didn't know. A hit that rattled her face. A slap? Yes, she was being slapped, and yelled at. Her eyes tried to open, but the eyelids felt like lead. She couldn't move nor open her eyes. There was some more yelling, the shuffling of feet. Someone put something thick and meaty in her mouth. Savoury human flesh, which was cold. She recognized the part with mild horror, as she had it forcefully fed through her throat.
The memories of a past event resurfaced. She had been so weak as a teenager, after leaving the old man's place. And they were three. But there was no use in remembering the past, besides those three had already been dealt with long ago. As vexing as the situation was, the meat was more savoury than the ghoul flesh bits she had eaten earlier. Colour came back to her face, as smoke began to indicate her regeneration. Her eyes opened, decided, the kakugan active still. She got up, the hands of someone helping her to stead her gait.
She narrowed her eyes upon finding who the hand belonged to, and unceremonously slapped it away. "Hmph. What the hell are you talking about, Itsuki? This is my clinic. I can't rest with this mess still going on. My wounds look worse than they are." The female elder ghoul replied as she tossed the remains of her miracle drug into Itsuki's face. Her sight dropped on Takumi, whom she recognized as the artificer of her sudden awakening.
"My, Takkun, you were really desperate for action, forcing that thing down Hana's mouth..." She said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she picked up the discarded scalp, and after examining it and cleaning it somewhat, comically pressed it against the skull, like if it was a hat, reattaching it with ease.
Hana then began to advance towards the limp and mangled body of her opponent, as she touched her face. "I guess, I'll have to fix my face later." She added, reaching for her shoulderblade, her unblinking kakugan stare facing the distressed kakuja woman. "You deserve to die, you know. I made sure your wounds were a death sentence." She added, glaring both at Rin and Takumi. "However, since you're actually repenting, this looking more a case of being mentally ill, and my dear Takkun and RinRin want you to live, I shall save you. Just this one time." She added as she yanked a new kagune shard from her shoulder. However, this one did not have the shape of a dagger, instead being rather thin and long. A needle. Yanking with force, she snapped one of her hair strands as she knelt down, threading the kagune needle with her hair.
"Anger may in time change to gladness; vexation may be succeeded by content. But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life." She said out loud, as she dug her hand into the other ghoul's open abdomen. Clamping the hemorrhages. Stitching her own butchering on the other ghoul's flesh, with her Ukaku speed. " Sun Tzu, I believe it was..." Hana added, as she then eyed out the rest of the gathering of the ghouls.
"Takkun, third drawer on my desk. Grab the elevator key. Twist it counterclockwise in the elevator and press the hidden button in the underside of the panel. You'll be taken to a basement. Search for a keypad freezer and type in 5-4-2-1. Grab five flasks of the GBP solution, and two RCS formulas. You're the one I trust the most with this. Now go, I can only buy minutes with this." She said in a commanding voice, as she kept applying pressure and stitching to avoid the other ghoul's fatal bleeding.
"Rin, could you be on standby here and wash your hands? I might need an additional pair of small hands. Also watch the kids." She added, as she kept a watch on Miyako's life signals. "Itsuki, and Asoka. Don't try anything funny. Now is not the time for mischief." She finally added, as she sighed.
I really hope you're worth sparing and you survive, because your corpse won't be enough to cover the damages. Hana added mentally. | 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. |
43,969 | 1,203 | 100 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
The Brink - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
Mi quietly sobbed without further protest as she watched the man lift his hammer. Blood continued to gush out from her open abdomen, pooling around Mi's broken form. Her Ukaku flowing like a dwindling fire. She closed her eyes, hiding her kakugan. This was it. Her Kakuja had finally put her in a position that was going to cost her life, just like she had always figured. Mi's only solace was one that she was hopefully getting a quick, painless death. She couldn't continue to bear the idea of her failure to David and with her death here, she felt responsibility for his demise. She needed to be there for the older American, but alas, it seemed fight decided to take another turn....
Miyako laid there waiting for any indication for her impending death but nothing came. She was so attuned to everything around her at the moment that her eyes opened when she heard the quiet breath of hesitation from her executioner's mouth. She focused on him and his hammer as he slowly withdrew it. Was he sparing her? It didn't make sense according to Mi's own sense of twisted morality. She had caused harm. So she thought that maybe she was being left to die slowly from her wounds. Tortured until her last breath by her constant reminder of failure. But then, again, she was surprised by an unprecedented act of charity that would ultimately save her life for the moment.
Miyako watched the man flay himself and drop his bit of flesh into Mi's agate mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed the chunk whole, tasting the decadent taste of the half human flesh. Feeling rushed back into Mi as smoke billowed out from her open wound and around her back from the various wounds she received earlier, indicating a sudden acceleration of healing. The man promised a return after giving a psuedo-order that Mi quickly identified with. Mi watched the man until he disappeared in the other room and was left alone with her thoughts.
Her thoughts quickly circulated around the idea of that guy. He.. saved her. He was going to save her, at a cost to himself, and the strangest part was it was for seemingly no reason. While her thoughts continued to ponder why her savior was returning, deep in her unconscious, she started connecting with her familiar notion of servitude. It was all subtle but Mi was slowly identifying her role under the command of her savior. “Just. Just try to stop thinking about dying. Or just. Try not to die in general, please?”
She wasn't going to die. The thought of mortality, in fact, hadn't crossed her mind since the order was given. Her body passively healed where it could to also prevent that, though that was probably due simply to natural survival instincts.
The man returned with a bundle tucked under his arms, Mi couldn't really identify it as he went over to seemingly nurse his ally. It appeared Mi was next and despite how difficult it was, she had to hold on, but if things remained, she would keep her life and have that man to thank.
But what Mi couldn't have predicted is that the whole reason for her finding this place was due to that Rinkaku Ghoul. It hadn't even crossed her mind that he would return but the moment she heard the elevator door creak open, she had a dreadful feeling that she knew who it was before even looking. She leaned her head back and confirmed her sense of dread as she saw a flurry of Rinkaku converge on her. Mi quietly yelped as she was grabbed and slammed into the wall, scales digging into her flesh and crushing what was left of her armor. Her mask fell of from the impact of the wall and the agony displayed her bare face, stained around the lips with her own blood, was plainly visible to all.
Mi gasped as a hand went around her throat while the sounds of her armor cracking echoed in the room. She hung their limp for a moment, realizing that she was likely to die again. However the thought was brief and interrupted by her current orders. “Just. Just try to stop thinking about dying. Or just. Try not to die in general, please?”
She wasn't going to die. She wasn't going to just accept it this either, which was a vast change considering moments before she had accepted her death. One of her legs was free enough to where she started kicking, fruitless albeit, at one of the tendrils while her she tried to slip her good arm out of a coiled tentacle. Her arm scraped across the scales, cutting itself down it's length until it was finally withdrawn. She started to punch Itsu's side but she was very weak at the moment and the man had likely not even felt it in his blinding rage.
Her ears kept attuned to everything else but she could feel her senses fading, blurring in and out as the continued abuse she was receiving was putting her closer and closer to death's door. A sudden crack in her chest alarmed her that the squeeze of the Rinkaku tentacles had just cracked her rib and with her insides already delicate, she gargled and spat out another spray of blood in a muted yell of anguish.
She could barely make out her savior's words, but heard enough to make out what he had said. She was.. like that girl.. The meaning was cryptic but somehow, Mi's cheeks warmed hearing hearing that, especially because the pressure around her body was relieved considerably. She gasped a fresh breath, coughing shortly after with each exertion of her lungs causing a spittle of blood to come out.
Released, she collapsed to the floor. She was in a bad state at the moment as she couldn't feel anything anymore. Her body felt heavy and tired and all she wanted to do was rest. She hadn't even realized that the female Ukaku had awoken and began poking around inside her abdomen. Her head bobbled as it drooped a bit as she closed her eyes, passing out briefly before suddenly jerking up again in shock. Whatever was going on, Mi had just barely been able to recognize that passing out here might just well be her passing on for good and she still had a command to follow. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
Other: |
43,970 | 1,203 | 101 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - The Second Sexy Halloween Costume
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
For a few long seconds after his final utterance, the world was left in a tense repose. The half-ghoul’s eyes - now both a very human shade of green - remained affixed to the sight of his older brother and the defeated but still defiant kakuja. Itsuki… Takumi didn’t know what to think about Itsuki, his reckless rage, and the sudden stillness that had come over him. It was true that desperate times called for desperate measures, but he still felt like an absolute waste of human life for using that particular piece of ammunition against his unhinged elder brother.
It was an impulsive move, probably one of his most impulsive ones to date, but it was his only shot. The fingers of his mained hand dug into the bloodsoaked carpet. If Takumi could put himself in Itsuki’s shoes, he knew he wouldn’t be feeling so hot right now. Past failures, lapses of judgement, personal weakness… Nobody wanted to remember those. Especially not someone like Itsuki, who didn’t seem to be able to let go too easily.
But to Takumi’s pleasant surprise, Itsuki just let the girl go. Falling forward onto the bloodsoaked carpet, the human breathed a sigh of relief, only now conscious of the fact he’d been left breathless by the anticipation. He forced out painful, gladdened laughter, silencing himself only upon the sound of his name in Itsuki’s irate voice. ’Time to pay up,’ Takumi thought grimly. He was really going to get it now, he was sure. He winced; somehow the possibility of getting hurt was a lot more painful than all the puncture wounds. Slowly, he turned to look at his brother, the guilt spelled out on his face plain as day. “I understand, onii-san,” Takumi lowered his head, “It won’t happen again.” Yet somehow, he had the feeling that he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.
As Itsuki moved to speak to Rin, Takumi placed his good hand flat on the ground next to him, and pushed himself up to his feet. “Nngh.” The heat of battle was gone, and replaced only by the soreness of flechette rounds and spikes, it seemed. He looked at his mutilated hand and let it hang against his side. “I don’t think that’s very necessary,” he countered upon hearing exactly what Itsuki had instructed, “She said earlier that she didn’t want to fight us. I’m thinking she was just crazy because it's a kakuja thing.”
Perhaps he could’ve worded that a bit more elegantly, but he meant exactly what he meant. It was only now that Takumi had come to the realization, but he’d given Itsuki the benefit of the doubt for far too long. He couldn’t let him stay on his current path. Even after all the charity he’d been shown, the kakuja had shown a blase disregard for everyone and everything apart from his own whims. And as much as Takumi didn’t want to believe it, he was sure this was some kind of self-serving venture. A way to justify the results of his actions to himself, and to rectify the aftermath of his actions.
“...”
Takumi’s mouth became a hard line, and for a moment, he breathed a bit more ragged than before. ’Yeah,’ he thought, ’Yeah… That’s the problem.’ He looked back to Itsuki and Hana, the latter of which had thankfully interrupted his train of thought by making some subtly sarcastic statement about shoving stale genitalia down her throat. “Heh, sorry onee-chan,” he apologized sheepishly, unintentionally rubbing blood into the back of his hair with his injured extremity, “Guess I don’t make great calls under pressure, huh?” He grinned. The battle was over, so it was best to get back to the swing of things quickly; no use wasting time moping. “But it worked out for the best, didn’t it? Er, sort of.”
Takumi was taken aback by the angry glare, however. As much as he wanted to say something like “You didn’t see what I saw!”, he refrained. The kakuja lady could explain for herself later, and it wasn’t as if Hana was being uncooperative right now. As he watched the doctor do her work, he heard her quote a familiar passage. ’Art of War chapter 12’, he recalled before confirming Hana’s rhetorical question with a simple: “Mhm.” Everything seemed to be going alright so far, so Takumi took a seat on the floor - getting some blood on his butt in the process- and decided to take it easy in the meantime.
He snapped to attention upon hearing his name in a surprisingly imperative tone. He turned his ear to Hana, who was issuing out commands at a rapid pace. “Affirmative,” he nodded and, before Hana could even finish her final sentence, was up and ready to carry out his orders like a good trooper. But there was something that was bothering him. ’Third drawer… Key.’ He clenched his good fist around the metallic object and headed for the elevator.
’Counterclockwise…’ he pushed the key into the hole and rotated to the left. His fingers travelled along the underside of control panel, before encountering a bump. ’Secret button.’ Immediately the elevator began to descend. He began naming off the checklist of things to retrieve. ’Five flasks of GBP, and two doses of...’ He paused. “...RCS...” There was no way that meant what he thought it did. No way at all! That stuff was usually too expensive for even hospitals, and the only other way was...
Before he could hypothesize, the elevator dinged and opened up to a chilly room filled only with the hum of machinery and rows of lockbox-esque cabinets. “It’s like a morgue,” he noted during his search for the freezer with the keypad. “Here you are…” he began punching in the numbers. 5-4-2-1-enter-mechanical-rotation-click-open. “Bingo,” he grinned, grabbing hold of the properly labelled flasks and setting them in the simple little basket he had made with his kagune. ‘Now for the RCS…’ Of course, it didn’t take long for him to find it; that box of syringes was unmistakable.
“No fucking way,” Takumi’s voice was a combination of horror and amazement, “Now how’d you get your hands on these babies?”
The elevator arrived on the fourth with another ding, and out stepped the designated nurse for today, holding a gift basket for the poor patient. Sadly, there were no get-well cards, flowers, fruit, or anything that fluffy. Just two pointy objects and bottles of strange fluid. Takumi set it down gently beside Hana, looking rather awkward as he did so. Should he pretend he didn’t know what those syringes were? The box was labelled, but…
“Erm. This is the stuff, yeah?” He asked as a final confirmation before turning his attention to the wavering form of Miyako. "I'm back," he joked before taking a few steps back to give the Hana and Rin room to work. | 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.
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43,971 | 1,203 | 102 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana gritted her teeth, as her blood mixed with sweat dropped from her eyebrow into her eye. She kept her poise, steeling herself as she unrelentingly kept trying to get a hold of the squishy insides of the other ghoul, trying to undo the ravage she herself had caused. Sarcastically, she admitted that she probably was as good, as if not better, at killing ghouls than trying to save them. Time seemed endless, as the seconds kept ticking, with no sign of Takkun.
And then, a crude basket was presented before her eyes. "Yes, yes it is. Thank you Takkun." She answered, without sparing much more than a glance. However, her voice lowered to all but a whisper. "You know what the RCS is for. If the Kakuja does anything funny, either of them..." She added, as she withdrew the five flasks of GBP from Takkun's grasp, her hands finally retreating from Miyako's cavity. She eyed Takkun, Miyako, and then she eyed Itsuki and the others who were watching.
"Watch this." She said as she opened one of the bottles, ingesting the compound greedily. Almost immediately, smoke oozed out of her wounds, her regeneration speeding up like if she had just eaten, a triumphant smile in her face as her wounds closed and she regained the lost stamina, standing proudly, before offering a flask to Takkun.
"Ghoul Battle Potion." She added, as she opened yet another flask and poured it in Miyako's wounds and throat. " A culture I've made out of human tissue rich in RC cells. It's still a very experimental work, as I've not found the right preservant yet that can settle with a ghoul stomach... but wether it is ingested or poured". Hana added, smiling. "The effects are immediate. " Hana added, as she watched the scene.
"Science and medicine are wonderful, don't you think?" The female ghoul smiled as she prepared her reply to the Kakuja girl. | 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. |
43,972 | 1,203 | 103 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
The Brink - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
Images would fade in and out of focus as Miyako's eyelids drooped before being forced back with a sudden pained gasp of another breath, a reminder that Mi was, amazingly, still living. Little things kept her going, kept her awake, as Mi focused on the tattered pajama wearer pluck away at Mi's inners but unlike before, the movements had a grace and delicacy. Although given Mi's current state, she wasn't really sure if Pajama was helping or finishing what she started as Mi didn't really have much feeling elsewhere in her body at the moment. It was just her mind, drifting along a turbulent sea slowly being washed away from everyone and everything else.
The man, Takumi, seemingly vanished the next moment Mi became aware enough to scan everyone gathered. New faces appeared, it seemed. They were younger, in fact, Mi seemed to pull memories of their terrified faces to overlap the present visages in her delusion state. A reminder, perhaps, that she, at one point, was going to kill them but not anymore. Realization hit Mi at that moment and for brief second, her looked relieved, happy almost. Her Kakuja had failed. Nobody but her was laying on the ground, dead or dying, but Mi herself. A remarkable failure that Mi had never figured and she was glad.
Another wave of disorientation swept over Mi before she came to again and noticed that Takumi had returned. Takumi, she remembered she had heard the Rinkaku mention the name earlier, somehow. Mi watched him, his words but a inaudible mumble to Mi's ears, as he passed something to Pajamas. Mi didn't even feel Pajama's hands leave as the other Ukaku did something with the new equipment. It was a blur but smoke was distinguishable. W-was the Pajama healing from that? W-was Mi next? She had to be. That was the stuff Takumi had acquired which meant Pajama was helping, right?
Mi's mind drifted a bit, not noticing at first that the labeled "Ghoul Battle Potion" was being poured all across her wounds, encouraging her Ghoul physiology to rapidly heal. It was only when that miraculous liquid was poured down into her mouth that she suddenly felt a surge of life. Mi's eyes fluttered as she took a big gasp of fresh breath, as if being startled from deep sleep. Her mind flushed with stimulus and her eyes quickly darted around with a new vigor taking everything in. Deep, panicked breaths pulsed from her stunned mouth. She was definitely supposed to be dead but here she was, alive and healing. It was a very surreal experience.
However Mi calmed as a wave of pain from her injures worked there way back into feeling within the nervous system. Mi choked on a gak of pain as her body clenched tight. She hardly noticed that Pajama was talking to her now, but she kept a careful eye open, watching the others around her.
"You saved me...", Miyako muttered, sounding a bit in disbelief. She was trembling slightly, not from fear but just from the sheer shock and agony still present in her body although her wounds were quickly healing from the inside out. Tears welled up on the on her bottom eyelid. "I..I don't know...", Mi started but was interrupted by a sob but she steeled herself just enough to plead. "I didn't want...!", but again she was stopped short of her quiet sobs. This time she didn't continue as she raised her good arm to attempt to wipe her eyes. It was at this point she realized that some of her Kakuja armor still covered herself, although some of it had since crumbled away (her other arm) or been removed (Her mask), so she just ended up covering her eyes with her armored hand. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,973 | 1,203 | 104 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Itsuki didn't say anything in response to Takumi's comment, but couldn't help the sigh at Hana's reaction to his attempt to help. Leaning against a nearby wall to watch the proceeding events, all he could think about was how this was all a big mistake. This is a fool's errand. Even if the girl herself isn't a killer, it's quite clear that some part of her is and that she can't control it in the slightest. Itsuki's thoughts were somewhat interrupted by Takumi's return from whatever Hana had sent him to do, the scents coming from the box feeling strange and odd in his nose. Wrinkling his nose, Itsuki focused his attention back onto the shape of the Kakuja girl, though he didn't miss Hana's little order to Takumi. All it did was make him roll his eyes, though he couldn't really blame them. Between nearly killing the kids and nearly killing Mi, it was clear that he had issues controlling his killer instinct as well. That being said, those two instances were caused by clear triggers and I was able to come back from them, while this girl seems to go off and stay off. From a purely objective standpoint, she is clearly the bigger threat, and I have little doubt in my mind that Hana is aware of that fact entirely. So that just leaves the question of what exactly she's planning for the crazy bitch.
Putting those thoughts on the backburner for now, Itsuki watched with only a vague interest as Hana made a big showing off her little concoction. While a highly impressive demonstration, all Itsuki could think of is how many ghouls would kill to get their hands on such a thing, especially the gangs in the 24th. If she ever went public with that stuff, it'd be like painting a huge target on this clinic.
"Well, you're a regular mad scientist, aren't ya? Name sounds too much like something out of an RPG, but hey, with results like that, I guess most wouldn't really care." Itsuki said with a shrug, his eyes narrowing as the girl came back into consciousness. He didn't quite know what he was expecting from the Ukaku ghoul, but the absolute last thing was for her to start breaking down so suddenly. Some distrustful part of him wanted to beleive it was all a trick to lower their guard, but he was a good enough judge of character to see that this was only too real. While he didn't say anything, Itsuki turned away from the sobbing girl, scratching at the back of his head as he made his way to a nearby window. "Well, if you don't need me for anything else, I guess I'll just take my leave now. The crazy probably won't snap anytime soon given how she's bawling like that, and unless something changed in the last half-hour, I'm not really welcome here, am I?" | 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 |
43,974 | 1,203 | 105 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Responder
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi jumped a bit when the second, unused syringe was pressed into his hands, like it was a deadly allergen - which it was, in a way. He was well-acquainted with the function of intravenous red child cell suppressants (...and the gases...and the bullets…); though the only time he’d been on the receiving end of them was during the frequent check ups the coats in the Garden subjected him to. As a result, the application had been ingrained in body as well as mind. In that doctor’s voice, the applicable locations of insertion were mentally recited and methodically matched to locations on both the kakujas’ bodies: ’Eyes, nasal passage, oral lining, tongue, throat, reproductive tract, anal canal.’
He paused, then omitted the final two. How did the quote go? “Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful”? Having a needle shoved up his ass or worse was not Takumi’s idea of a fun time; he was a nose guy, personally. Casting aside that digression of thought, he planned a course of action best suited to neutralizing the threat of either of the two. When finished, he turned the syringe between his thumb and index finger, just as he turned to face Hana, fresh-faced and offering a drink of her strange potion.
“Erm, yeah. It’s definitely awesome. In a lot of ways.” He answered awkwardly, his heart going out to his fellow humans. He received the bottle in an odd two-handed grasp - his mangled hand serving as the base, and the hand holding the syringe serving as reinforcement so as not to drop the thing. He stared into its murky fluid, unsure of whether he should or shouldn’t drink it in spite of his wounded state. Like the Yakuza from the night before, he had made a point of ensuring he ate only those who deserved it like some kind of spirit made vengeful-by-proxy. It was only when Hana pointed out that she hadn’t figured out a way to preserve them that he resolved on trying to consume this concoction. A trembling, two-handed grasp brought the brew to his mouth - it was almost as if he’d been the one most heavily injured.
And then he drank.
Typically when eating a corpse or the flesh of a charitable human, Takumi had to fight back the urge to gag so ingrained in him by his time with the CCG. Despite compatibility issues, he felt more at home eating regular food; plus, the deliciousness of cannibalistic indulgence just made it feel all that much worse. “Uwuu…” he groaned, swallowing down the last bit, and watching his healing factor rapidly assert itself. He turned to Itsuki, deciding to answer his rhetorical question to the best of his abilities, as Hana was attending to her patient.
Takumi shrugged. “That’s not really my call to make,” he admitted, displaying the extent of his abilities to answer the question in a single sentence, “Actually- I think everyone, especially family, deserves a second chance. But in my experience, those don’t come easy; all actions demand karmic reparation.” He stretched his rapidly regenerating hand by closing and extending his fingers. “Ah, look at me. I must sound like a temple monk,” he laughed, “Well I’m pretty obviously a big softie, and not the one you’ve wronged, so how this karmic rebalance is gonna go is all up to onee-san!”
It seems the thought of it not being a possibility hadn’t even occurred to the jolly brunet.
“Anyway, I guess we should get to the bottom of all of this, huh?” Takumi turned to the teary-eyed kakuja girl, gesturing wildly with his hand, “You’re all good now, right? Everything intact-ish? Regen working well? Is it okay if I ask you a few question?” He spoke patiently; there was something in his voice that suggested a 911 responder speaking to a distraught victim. “You mentioned earlier that you didn’t come here for this.” He gestured to the wrecked room, “So what did you think you’d find here?” He steepled his fingers; it was clear that he was preparing to ask something a bit more troubling.
“And for the sake of everyone’s safety, how well can you keep your kakuja at bay? Things we ought to avoid, that kind of stuff? We’ve children here, after all.” | 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.
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43,975 | 1,203 | 106 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Resolution - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
With the focus of the conversation drifting slightly away from Mi at the moment, she took the opportunity to wipe her cheeks and attempt to recover herself mentally. From her experience, albeit limited for this particular scenario, her next words were crucial to survival. Although it might be tough to actually convince the others to spare Mi and let her go, sometimes all she needed was to stall long enough to make an escape. The only case that it came down to this was the latter as Mi was stuck severely wounded by that Vatican agent. Surviving that night had changed Mi after that. It was the moment she convinced herself to devote her eating habits to be a full Kakuja and ever since, she regretted it. She had almost no control at times and the only counter she had was just to avoid certain situations, which was almost impossible to do as a Ghoul. At the moment, Mi's captors didn't know anything about her, and they were going to ask, so Mi had to be ready to explain herself. To explain all of it.
Takumi's wild waving broke her out of her thoughts and she focused in on him. It was bewildering to hear his calm, patient questions despite only minutes ago they were at each others' throats. Not only that, he asked if she were alright first, to which Mi nodded showing a bit of apprehension about all of his initial questions. It was rare for her to encounter someone with sincere kindness but Takumi was pretty convincing at the moment. He spared her, fed her, and saved her again. Still, Mi was about to trust some stranger right after a first meeting, especially after the one they just had.. However, there was definitely a kindling of something in Mi that put her slightly at ease, bordering happiness even, that it was him talking to her.
Miyako gingerly repositioned herself up so she was sitting upright against the wall. Smoke continued to escape out her wounds but the volume had decreased noticeably enough. Her right arm was still broken, maybe something that would have to be set later, but she could still move her fingers as she swirled them around in the pool of her own blood. One whole side of her body was still sticky with wet blood but she didn't notice, nor care at the moment. Instead, her eyes dropped to watch her fingers swirl as she tried to think of how to respond to Takumi. What did she want here? Information, but how would that look if she tried to explain she just lost control when she just wanted to ask a question? Not good.
"I have just returned from overseas. I didn't want trouble but I was just hungry and my Kakuja doesn't like that." Partially true. Mi had arrived only two days ago and she hasn't really eaten a human since she arrived but she did take a few bites out of those Ghouls from last night, but it was true that hunger did encourage her Kakuja. "I just wanted to find help so I followed a Ghoul here." Her eyes lifted to meet Itsuki's. Now with her no longer dying, she could focus again. His scent, his Rinkaku. That was definitely the Ghoul her Kakuja fought last night. "I didn't want to sneak in so came in during the day. I didn't know humans were running in and out of here, too..." Mi sort of let herself trail off there. It probably wouldn't be good to explain that just the smell of humans could trigger her Kakuja. "But I didn't harm any of them down there! I came up here to find other Ghouls first!", Mi quickly added figuring this was important to establish that she was capable of control. If Mi were to be honest, she was surprised that her Kakuja didn't just lash out and eat all those people. A clinic might be the worst place for her to be as the smell of humans and their injuries was just ripe. However, the smell didn't permeate much up here. In fact, the only reason she snapped was... Her eyes lift Itsuki and went to Takumi. He wasn't a full Ghoul. His one-eye and the smell of human on him... Now Mi felt a guilty that she was psuedo-blaming him and for the previous thoughts of eating his probably delicious flesh....
"Things to avoid? Fighting. My Kakuja likes it. Otherwise as long as I'm fed a lot. I'll be fine." A lie. There were plenty of triggers for her Kakuja but she couldn't admit that. Wait. What did that question mean and further, what did her answer imply? Was she going to be kept here? Did she actually want to stay here? Judging from how quick was to answer, it seemed like it, didn't it? "I'm sorry... about everything, including the children." Mi glanced over to the younger ones, obviously the children implied. To be honest, she, personally, didn't care that much about them but she felt like owed it to the others, especially Takumi, to care enough. Her eyes scanned each person present. What was going to come next, she wondered. "My name is Miyako. I hope I can be forgiven.." This last bit kind of sounded out of no where, but it was really an attempt to sell herself in a way. It was like the whole adage where if you name something, you are more hesitant to kill it. Although Mi had doubted she wasn't going to killed, there was still a risk of her being subjected to some more nefarious things, in which case, she hoped to avoid that. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
Other: |
43,976 | 1,203 | 107 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana contemplated thoughtfully the variety of expressions in the female ghoul that had been just spared. She also took notice of her still state of semi naked-ness, but it wasn't an important issue right now. Words were exchanged, and Takumi seemed all too eager to help, and talk about forgiveness. The voice of Itsuki, however had earned her undivided attention for a split second, and she clasped her hands in an acknowledging gesture.
"Hana-chan apologizes for the lame name. Hana-chan will let Itsuki choose an invention name when he gets to invent something that can save hundreds of ghoul lives." She said, a curling in her battered and chapped lips, savouring the invective far more than she should. She lingered in that position for a while, before composing herself for the next part. "About the staying part, that depends. Have you actually cooled off?" Hana let the question linger, without waiting for an answer.
Her next stop were the kids, surprisingly enough. The eldest female ghoul smiled once more, this time gently. "I'm sorry, kids. This has been a difficult moment and you needn't to watch this. Hana-chan has to get serious one last time. It won't be long. Hana-chan promises." She cooed, as once more she assumed a position in front of the other female ghoul.
And her stare was pure ice, her expressions had flushed out in a rather striking livid visage. She scratched her chin, once more, before looking at Takkun, then at Itsuki, and finally to Rin.
"I've got this. I will try to appear a better ghoul than I am and with any luck I will escape. That is what you're thinking, right?" Hana replied, her voice coarse and almost like a whisper."You're insulting my intelligence. Forgiveness? You. Are. Heinous. A monster. You've raised your kagune against your kin countless times. You've consumed your kin countless time. You have hurt my siblings. You tried to kill kids. And what for? You're barely functional now. You don't know wether to eat, mate or kill. Or all at once."
Hana clenched her fists, as she kept piercing Miyako with her gaze. "You've endangered this clinic, whereby I perform healing on fellow ghouls after a hard-earned medical knowledge i stole from humans. And now probably the CCG will burn the place down, because of your actions. For all of this, you deserve my enmity, actually." Hana finished her harsh spiel with her kakugan flaring to life. Until she covered her eyes with her hands, irises returning to normal.
"But I already have the worst enemy i could think of. I need not to burden myself with grudges and spats. Because the weight of this sick, maddened world is more than enough." Hana said, in a tired tone. "I saw my beloved parents burning to death slowly. Itsuki's one love was brutally killed by our kin, for she was human. Rinrin will never talk normally again. And these kids are orphaned, and their eldest...was taken by agents. And Takkun, who was human once upon a time, is now hunted by his kin."
She paused, before stretching out a hand to Miyako, an ominous pointed finger. "So, I am going to take revenge on this world in the most insulting and humilliating way possible. Wherever there's wrongs, I will make rights. I shall heal, instead of kill. And you Miyako, one who is one of the best examples of this corrupt world, someone who has been riddled with Dissociation and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder fracturing your mind, shall be my Masterpiece. This is my pride as Ghoul and as a doctor." | 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. |
43,977 | 1,203 | 108 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
Itsuki simply shrugged of Rin her remark of not killing her, he seemed to agree to her though by telling Rin to keep an eye out on the new ghoul in the clinic. Rin turned her eyes off Itsuki looking unbothered by him. Rin her bikaku turned away from Itsuki at the same time. Instead, Rin glared in sharp manner at Miyako with her bikaku fixated on Miyako too.
Everyone was starting to get fixed back up again by hana her potions. She had really become something great after all these years of hard work. Rin was at least glad she didn't need any herself. With everything settling down again Rin became a tad more lax herself and folded her Rinkaku around her body again. With a bit of a hazy look she stepped closer to Takumi and laid her chin on his shoulder.
"Takumi-chan... Rin tired zzz"
Rin quietly shoveled over towards the closest wall and dropped herself against it slowly sliding down towards her butt. She sat down onto her Rinkaku with her legs spread wide but essentials covered by her skirt loosely hanging next to her white legs. Her eyelids lazily dropped down, she hazily stared at everyone with Miyako in the center just about not sleeping. Hana began her rant about the corrupted world against Miyako. Everything she said was true but it was hard to fight something like that.
When Hana mentioned Rin for a moment she softly moved her hand up to her throat and gently stroke over it as she thought back about that moment. Rin stayed quiet letting Hana do the talking.
With everything becoming peaceful again the stench Rin gave off from her unwashed body refilled the tender noses of the ghouls once more, delightful. | 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. |
43,978 | 1,203 | 109 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
"Well, if that's you intent, now the name is both cheesy and misleading, since 'Battle potion' leads one to believe it's supposed to be used for, well, battles. You know, the things that people do that end lives." Itsuki replied with a small grin, taking joy in getting under his siblings skin just a little bit more then he probably should. This grin turned into an annoyed frown as Hana asked if he was 'cool' or not, as if he was in the wrong somehow for wanting the crazy bitch dead after what he came back to witness."As for if I'm 'cool', I'd like for you to notice that the bitch still has her head, does she not? I guess even geniuses like yourself are still capable of asking stupid questions."
Itsuki turned his attention to the Ukaku bitch that had started this whole mess. He didn't say anything at first, wanting o hear the whole of what she had to say, but it didn't take long before he saw through the girl's attempt to muddle the truth and lie her way out of this situation. However, before he could call her on her bullshit, Hana chimed in with a speech about how keeping the girl was a bad idea, but she was going to do it anyway because her massive scientific/medical ego wanted to have the achievement of 'Kakuja Reformer' under her belt. She might've tried to spin it as some sort of noble gesture, but Itsuki was almost certain that her true intentions weren't nearly as benign. She wanted this girl for something, though whatever it was, Itsuki sure as hell had no way of figuring it out. And truly, he didn't really care too much about what happened to the Ukaku Bitch, only what she could do to Takumi, Rin, Hana, and the children if she goes berserk again.
Keeping his thoughts to himself, Itsuki only felt the need to mention one thing, directing a glare towards Hana as spoke. "I don't care what kind of Psychological bs you're trying to use to convince this girl to stay with you, but next time, don't go telling people about my business when you do it. What I've lost is of no concern to her, or anybody else for that matter." Turning away from Hana, Itsuki focused his gaze directly on the bitch in question, his glare hardening as his white Kakugan came to life. "And as for you, Ukaku Bitch, if you do anything to anyone here, I will kill you. Pick up right from where we left off last night. So make sure that the your Kakuja half is listening closely to what I'm saying and understands clearly what will happen. My siblings, for whatever reason, are choosing to spare you, but I won't be so generous. Give me a singular reason to end your life, and I will end it right then and there."
With his piece said, he walked away from the two towards the room he'd stayed in the night before, stopping just in front of the door to see if Hana was going to say anything before he decided whether he'd walk in or not. However, upon hearing Riun complain about her being tired, he opened the door anyway, grabbing a pillow and a blanket to bring out and toss over his youngest sibling's form. "You've hardly done anything today, yet you're already tired, huh? You sure you're not an Ukaku, Rin?" | 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 |
43,979 | 1,203 | 110 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Kokoro
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
“Okay then,” he nodded, looking back at Hana and then back to Miyako. Quieter, he said: “I’m Takumi and, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re completely lying.”
For now, there was nothing Takumi could do but that - give words of encouragement and an introduction. But even though he’d said he believed her, there was a pervasive wrongness about Miyako, different from the wrongness surrounding Itsuki. A beating drum on the edge of perception, rather than a high tide that becomes a tempest. Nevertheless, he was inclined to believe her; she didn’t seem to be lying to him. At least not to his face. But the Garden wasn’t supposed to interview witnesses or gather evidence; they were supposed to assess the information, and clean up the mess.
And by his assessment, nothing she’d said necessarily contradicted anything he’d seen thus far; ergo, he would trust her for now.
Not that it particularly mattered; all of the responsibility of determining what was to happen fell on the shoulder’s of Hana, regardless of what he, personally, thought. It was her home, so it was only right that she be allowed to make the call for whatever happened. But although this was not the CCG by any respects, Takumi was feeling vaguely disgruntled, like an Investigator who’d just gotten their ownership rights redacted by a superior.
“Huh?”
From out of nowhere, Rin had decided to rest her head on Takumi’s shoulder, which turned his attention away and was very cute, but unpleasant in a very specific way.
He crinkled his nose at her stench in such close proximity. Still, he gently patted her on the head, and leaned against her in kind. “Oh. Hey Rin. Yeah that's fine. Just go ahead and take a nap now, because you...” Takumi said, before whispering conspiratorially in a tone firm and cheerfully stern. “...Are getting a shower later, even if I have to throw you there myself!”
He patted her on the head again, and let her slink off to rest in the back of the room. A momentary respite that he was sure she deserved. If not for anything she’d done earlier, then for what was to come later. Because that was almost as smelly as Itsuki, with none of the acceptable excuses he had.
Not that Itsuki would be any better off if Takumi had the authority to make it happen. Curses, to be a younger brother more self-conscious (not in that way) than the older one…! Maybe he could get Hana to help him out - call it a security issue or something.
Though that implied Itsuki was allowed to stay, but he’d been... acceptable. Too quick to kill, too much of a threat, but Takumi’s heart went out to the guy. If he was in the same situation - seeing his family all bloodied by a former enemy - he’d probably be the same way. He blinked a few times, and stared at the wallpaper.
’Maybe that family,’ he thought, before shaking even the barest concept of that thought from his head. There were other things he had to think about; that was not a top priority. That was one of his bottommost priorities at the time. He turned to the scene, where Hana was finally giving her adjudication on the most pressing issue at hand.
First sentence in, and Takumi figured that it could’ve gone worse. But it could also have gone a whole lot better. It was worrying, dismissing the girl’s words as outright lies, but he would wait, see, and hope for the best above all. The problem here was that he couldn’t find anything empirically wrong about what Hana had said. Miyako did, in fact, do all of those things. But she wasn’t in the right mind? No, the mind was different, subjective and unknowable. She could have been lying, but… Beh, this introspection wasn’t getting him anywhere. Continue watching.
And then he heard something which made his blood run cold, his breathing hitch, and a sudden deathly stillness pervade his being. But it wasn’t the fact that she’d mentioned the fact his own kin were hunting him. No, he’d gotten over that quickly - even if it hadn’t helped the issue. What got him was the diction, the word choice, the maddened rambling. And at that point, Takumi knew he had to speak.
“Hana,” he said with a surprising adamancy, even going so far as to omit the honorific, “I think you need to calm down. You’re getting a bit heavy on the absolutes there. If she’s anything like Itsuki, I’m sure she’s more capable than she seems.” He looked over his shoulder at Rin, Itsuki, and finally Hana, who seemed to him even madder than when she’d attacked Miyako. A thought in the back of his head realized comparing her to Itsuki was probably not the best decision, but he pushed that aside.
“...Besides people who dehumanize others and talk about masterpieces and pride and righting a corrupt world with science are usually the same that...” Takumi shook his head, his resolve vanishing as his urge to ignore the past grew. “Eugh. Sorry, sorry. Just... Yeah. It’s just rhetoric. Sorry. Don’t worry about me I’m... I’m good.” He didn’t want to think Hana was anything like that. She could see the path her intentions were leading her, right?
"Don't get me wrong I agree we should help her with her kakuja problem," he blurted, then pursed his lips, intent on staying silent until he could be silent no longer. Which was only a second or two.
“...But, ehh, I’m still worried. About you. You might go off the deep end if you start seeing ghouls and people as tools, and it’s just revenge in general isn’t a super good motivation insofar as reasons for helping others goes,” he warned, nervously wringing his hands together. He suddenly raised his hands up, trying to just move past it all with nary a breath in his lungs. “Okay. Ignore. Dropping the issue now. Dropping the issue. Your house. Hotel. Clinic. Your rules.”
He paused, realizing the greater meaning behind her statement, just as he tried to cast it from his mind.
“Wait a sec... Does that mean we’re keeping her around? Does that mean we’re helping her with her problem, too?” he looked to the girl, “Erm. What is your problem?” He realized the connotations behind that statement, and began backpedaling immediately. “What I mean to say is: what is the problem by which you attempted to go here to find help for? Because that’s important, yeah?" | 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.
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43,980 | 1,203 | 111 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
When Rin had placed her chin against his shoulder for a moment Takumi had placed his hand on her head and for some reason looked kind of disgusted. Rin tilted her head in confusion and looked somewhat pleased with the head pat at the same time. He was cheerfully telling her to get a nice nap and had stopped with talking for a brief moment only to make her look in disgust back at him. She had to get a bath? No way that was ever gonna happen. Rin stepped away from Takumi as she gave him an annoyed expression. This guy also wanted to end her now apparently.
Rin sat down against the wall seeming fairly sleepy. Her Rinkaku was still pointing at Miyako, lightly sitting next to the wall should be enough sleep. She didn't have to close her eyes, resting could probably fill up the lack of sleep she had.
A sudden pillow against her head made her sleepiness go away for a second as she let out a soft broken yelp. Her head peered up towards Itsuki who had tossed the pillow and blanket towards her. She gave him a short glare before she turned her head back towards Miyako again. She dropped the pillow besides her and covered herself with the blanket a little as she shifted herself into a bit more laid back position against the wall. She continuously stared at the new girl with half open eyes as minutes strode by without anything happening. | 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. |
43,981 | 1,203 | 112 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
First Crush - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
There was a fair chance that Miyako had sounded convincing enough but any hope she had was quickly crushed at the doctor’s glare. Hana-chan. In more ways than one, she was the architect of Mi’s other side losing the fight. A surprising upset all things considered as Mi was pretty confident she had everyone in here beat with raw athletics, but that analysis is neither here nor there at the moment. The more important thing to focus on was the mad ravings of the mad doctor before her.
Mi knew a putdown when she heard it and despite having thicker skin, being called a monster still hurt. She knew that her Kakuja’s actions were wrong but it was something that she did not know how to handle properly. A curse that had befallen her but had to be taken for preservation. David was pretty good at helping Mi through some of her rougher patches but with his absence combined with Mi’s intense fervor to find him, she hasn’t been very good at keeping it away. So was it her fault for allowing it get so far? Probably but Mi didn’t see it that way.
As for the rest of the raving, Miyako honestly tried to keep up with Hana’s talking points but due to a lack of finer education, most of it was lost on her. She could only stare blankly, mouth agate, as Hana ranted. There were times Mi had felt on edge and she tensed up slightly, preparing to make a break for it (as much as she could in this state). Thankfully the perceived threat was never enough and in fact, the tail end of the rant sounded almost positive possibly. ”Okay.”, Mi meekly replied not knowing how else to respond. Another thing that came out of this was the names of some of those present observers. Speaking of which…
Takumi had surprised Miyako yet again. He claimed he believed her despite his allies’ stated distrust and out of everyone, he was the only one to respond, in kind, by introducing himself. An act that really humanized Mi, which she needed right now and one that she noticed. Out of everyone present, Takumi was really starting to consume Mi’s thoughts. A shy, relieved smile curved on Mi’s face as she eyed the man in a quiet, unconscious infatuation.
The other female ghoul, Rin, that arrived with Itsuki had almost gone entirely unnoticed by Miyako at this point. She was quiet, waifish girl and appeared in many aspects to mirror Mi. They would probably get along if not for the fact that Rin’s simple interaction with Takumi had stirred emotions in Mi that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Passive thoughts of Mi finding a way to get her chin to rest on that man’s shoulders had begun to kindle in the back of her mind. Most thoughts had involved forcibly removing Rin in various, sometimes violent, means. Her smile was gone now as Mi’s glowered stare lingered for a moment on Rin before her attention snapped back to conversation elsewhere.
Itsuki had just finished the end of what seemed like a threat to Hana before his gaze dropped on Mi. Another threat. In a way, Miyako felt sorry for him for some reason. It was probably because of the revelation that he also had a Kakuja half. For some reason, he was lead down that path and while Mi’s other side always had a hunger, she reckoned Itsuki’s was more bottled rage. It was best to avoid any incitement for now so Miyako merely nodded in response.
Her focus was brought back to the two she fought, Takumi and Hana. If Takumi hadn’t sold himself to Mi before, he certainly was now. Miyako’s heart swelled as he talked about her, in a positive manner no less. He was even standing up for her.
Mi didn’t have the words to describe the elation she was feeling. It was a foreign feeling though and internally, her mind was going haywire from it all. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned toward Takumi slightly. She wanted to just reach out and brush his arm, feel his chest. Thank him for what he was doing. She almost giggled at the man’s bumbling at rhetoric thinking it was some cute joke.
Enamoured, she was almost lost to everything else but she caught that Takumi had directed a question to her. ”Oh! I…” Takumi bumbled and corrected himself. It was a stupid thing to find funny but everything up to this point had bubbled over. Miyako couldn’t help herself but she giggled at Takumi’s recovery.
”You’re fine...”, she replied happily with an informal way of saying ‘no problem’. However, it was after she said that Mi began to think about the words and interpreted the meaning a bit differently. Her cheeks began to burn brightly red as she looked horrified at calling the man fine, even though she did mean it that way too.
”I-I-I mean.. I Mi never finished her stammering as she pulled back, pressing her back up against the wall feeling trapped. What on earth was happening to her? ”O-oh. R-Right. I’m sorry. I.. Mi swallowed hard as she tried to recover. She took a deep breath and managed, ”I just wanted to find help in finding someone I care about. I’ve been living away from Japan for years and don’t remember much about it anymore.
Mi’s early glee was gone as she became more sullen remembering David. ”I just want to find him because I think he is in trouble and I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen.” | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
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43,982 | 1,203 | 113 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - This is Fine.
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Something was wrong here.
With his attention drawn to the wounded kakuja before him, Takumi had taken note of the rising peculiarity in her behavior. Mere moments ago this woman had tried to kill him, his family, and a bunch of ghoul kids. To see her acting so much like a meek young schoolgirl... It was jarring, to say the least, and in response, Takumi’s expression could only shift into one of befuddled ambivalence. It was good she was taking this well, but at the same time there was definitely something awry about her behavior that was somewhere in the periphery of his mind, unwilling to come forth at his beckoning.
Then it clicked at the sound of Miyako’s giggling, and the sight of everything that followed.
Now, Takumi didn’t much consider himself an expert of social interactions - the most he could really do in a vacuum was discern lies - but he’d experienced this kind of behavior before and, contrary to what he believed it to be, it didn’t bring any great amount of comfort. All it brought was ‘if’s, ‘why’s, ‘how’s and other things he’d rather not think about right now. And this was all in addition to the sinking feeling that he’d made a great error somewhere by letting things come to this point.
Yes, despite the fairly well-put-together demeanor, Takumi was internally screaming, and going through mental jumping jacks to connect whatever dots he could grab at. He was, in all respects, absolutely paralyzed by all these emotions, projections, retrojections and how they all just did not make sense to his bird-brain. What did he even do to get her to like him so suddenly? Save her life? Cerebrally, he knew that Miyako couldn’t be called a mentally stable person, but was she really crazy enough to think she was enamored with him, or was she actually? Dammit, why did understanding people have to be so damn hard?
’...Oh fuck, what am I supposed to do?’ Takumi panicked inwardly, making a point of not showing anything on his face. He remembered the last time a girl liked him and he went with it: everyone told him that he “should’ve just said no” and that “you don’t go out with someone just to get them to stop bothering you”. In short: not a good time for anyone, and therefore not something he was willing to repeat for fear of making everyone sad or mad again. But he also knew couldn’t just reject her here and there, which was the crux of this predicament: how could he resolve this issue without hurting anyone? ‘That line about ignorance being bliss continues to make itself relevant, I see,’ he thought, diverting his thoughts away from the issue at hand.
Suddenly, he took a breath and stood from his crouch, playing with his knuckles as he pretended to be occupied looking at someone (in this case, Itsuki). After all: when in doubt, ignore all of your problems until they become problems. He scratched the back of his head. That wasn’t how the quote went. But it didn’t matter, just like how all this deliberation didn’t matter. Whatever he would end up deciding upon could come later.
Yes, he was content with this result.
Of course, a different statement from the woman tore Takumi from his ruminations. Miyako was looking for someone, it seemed, and fortunately that line of thought meant that she wasn’t thinking about him anymore. The corners of Takumi’s mouth turned downward. That wasn’t a bad thought; it wasn’t good to take solace in other people’s suffering. Still, Miyako’s sentiment resonated with Takumi, but perhaps not positively. Turning his eyes to their limit in order to look at the woman in his periphery, he replied simply: “I get it.”
At that point, Takumi realized he was kind of awkwardly facing Itsuki, so he shifted his body to the group in general, with his back towards Miyako, and posed the open question with a nonchalant shrug: “What now?” | 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.
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43,983 | 1,203 | 114 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
As Miyako's glare towards Rin didn't go unnoticed by Itsuki, and he had to really force himself to breathe before he ended up ripping the bitch's head from her body. Why am I the only one who seems to properly understands how much a fuckin' threat this girl is, and that taking a chance on her is beyond idiotic. If it wasn't for Takumi, then she would be dead and everyone here would be safe. . . well, as safe as ghouls can be. Letting out a deep sigh, Itsuki continued to silently observe, clearly noticing not only the girl's seeming infatuation with Takumi but also that Takumi had noticed it as well. Robotic as the boy tended to be at times, his sudden silence and the way he was awkwardly staring in Itsuki's direction but not at Itsuki himself was enough to alert him to the fact that his younger sibling was lost in some intensive thought all of the sudden. Given everything that happened, he could only figured the Takumi was also aware of the Crazy Ukaku's apparent crush on him and was, as Takumi is one to do, panicking internally while doing a damn good job at not showing it. Another sigh escaped Itsuki's lips before as he leaned against a nearby wall, contemplating just leaving this hotel and being done with it all. Hana didn't want him here, that much was plainly obvious, Asoka couldn't give a shit either way, Rin was difficult to read, and Takumi was likely to just stick with Hana no matter what(not that he wanted Takumi to follow him if he did end up leaving).
It would be so much easier to just jump out the window and leave them and the kids to fend for themselves, wipe his hands of it all, and find a good place to sleep for the night. . . but then what would he have to look forward to. A life of pitiful scrounging until he met his end at the hands of some investigator or another ghoul. A life that was more about survival than anything else. A life that would eventually see him towards his worst nightmare, that would see him turn to the beast he currently tried his best to contain. They're my family. . . they're the only thing I have left anymore, and I'll be damned if I let anyone, or anything, hurt them while I can do something about it. Thinking back to the scene he'd come upon, blood everywhere, Hana laying bleeding on the floor with the top of her fucking head missing, his teeth clenched tight against each other, forming a rather unpleasant looking grimace upon his face before he was able to reel in his emotions and regain his more apathetic composure. He tried his best to forget how his mind had replaced Hana's current grown-up self with the form of the girl he had grown up with, as he had done with Takumi, Rin, and Asoka upon seeing them. Those memories had been what he had clung to for sanity sometimes, when he had fallen lower than he had ever thought possible. Even if they cursed him, spit upon him, and hated him with all of his being, he could never bring it upon himself to abandon them, to hurt them, to even hate them, because they were his everything and without them around. . . he might as well walking to CCG HQ and turn himself in.
Man, I really know how to cheer myself up. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the thought as he decided to address Takumi's question, looking him dead in the eye. "Simple. You go find the bitch a place to sleep and I find a comfortable chair to rest on while I stand watch over her. . . unless you planned to share a room with her. Though, I doubt that would be the wisest course of action, as leaving you two alone together is rather dangerous for a multitude of reasons. Not the least of which being that I don't think I'm ready to become an uncle just yet, not to mention that I'm crap with kids." Itsuki gave Takumi a small grin to let him know he was joking, before turning his attention to Miyako once more. "I'm not going to threaten you again, cause at this point, it'd be redundant. I just want to let you know that I care very deeply about everyone in this room. They are everything to me, and I'd rather die then see any of them hurt. Remember that next time you feel your other half getting antsy. If I can control my demons, you can control yours. I don't care how sick in the head you are, we aren't humans. We don't need a gun or a knife to be exceedingly dangerous to each other when we lose control of ourselves. | 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.
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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 |
43,984 | 1,203 | 115 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Stoically, Hana stood tall, her eyes peeking at everyone's elses reaction about her statement. Her brow furrowed at Itsuki's statements. He was still trying to throw his weight around, despite having been overtaken by the pace of events. Not to mention rash and insulting. Hana's patience had waned enough to consider telling Takumi to use RC suppressor on Itsuki, but there were the kids to consider. No doubt some of the posturings and words were nothing short of scary.
Takumi was even genuinely concerned she had begun a one way descent into becoming a maddened amoral scientist, which given his background, he was extremely sensitive at all. His awkwardness seemed to win the day, and he engaged in some playful antics with Rin, who was gleefully ignoring the metaphorical elephant in the room. Are you doing this on purpose, Rin? Hana seemed to ponder as she looked at her own naked and pitiful status.
"Damn. I really liked those pyjamas." She muttered in a recognizable grumble, before sighing and deciding that it was time to wrap things up. Her eyes darted from Takkun and the new acquaintance, that Kakuja named Miyako. Something really interesting was going on, already. The eldest female ghoul smiled mischievously as she brought her hand in a feign surprise.
"No way, Miyakon! There's only so much you can be shameless. You break in Hana-chan's clinic and then you want Takkun's babies? That's some shamelessness there, girl!" Hana eyed them both, decided to go for some levity to lift people's spirits up. Deep down, she showed a litte of concern about Miyako being every bit as agressive towards her love advances as towards her prey, but then again, she had given the RC suppressant to Takumi. He would be fine. Hana then clasped her hands, and added a new inflection in her voice as she addressed everyone.
"Well then, how about everyone helps Hana-chan in the cleaning?" She added, but before elaborating further, one phone which had miracously had survived the onslaught of the ghoul fight, rang. The doctor grabbed it, mumbling something about it being rotten timing or a certain fellow doctor of hers having his bottom rear as his top front.
Hana's face visiblely blanched for a second, all colour flushing out of hers. She had shown very little, if any traces of genuine fear and concern before, so it was all more spectacular when her usual playful and self-assuring smile came all crashing down. But, only for a brief second, before regaining her composture. Her answer in the phone was curt, almost monotone like. "Do as planned, then,
and evacuate. She added.
And then, in an uncharacteristic fit of genuine ghoul rage, smashed said phone with the fist, her head hanging limp as strands of loose hair obscured her factions. Her voice came at first quivering, unsure. Maybe because of rage or fear. Nobody knew. "I..I'm sorry kids. I promised you to take you to my safe place, but...the CCG is here. She added, before eyeing the infants. "You'll have to go elsewhere. Takkun, Rinrin, Ikki, and...yes, even Miyakon should see to your safety for the time being. I have to deal with my guests." The eldest ghoul adding, stomping forward to fetch some equipment before letting the shock that others could possibly have wear off.
"This was all my fault, I should've made this secure...two kakujas in a clinic duking it out, of course that had to get attention. Well, what's done is done, Hana...time to pay the piper." Hana said to herself as she produced several generic ghoul masks which then tossed towards the others. "Use these to wear them as you break through their barricade after exiting through the fire stairs. They're after a B rank ghoul so it shouldn't be too hard." Hana added, as she firmly adjusted her bee mask on.
However, the most interesting part were the devices she had grabbed on her hands. In one it was some kind of remote. She doubted for a second, before handing it to Itsuki. " Grab this remote, lead the others to safety, and then blow up this place sky-high. There's a lot of things the CCG must not know about this place, understand. Leaving this place to plunder for the CCG is not an option." Her other hand contained a folder, as well as a rectangular gadget. A gun. She offered the folder to Takumi. "The results of my researches must not fall in the wrong hands."
Her gaze became a bit of a longing one, as she stared at her siblings and the kids one last time. She cocked her gun, weighing it in her hands. Not even an hour since the last fight and she was getting in another. Ukaku weren't really made for this, but she had little choice in the matter, she run as she slammed the entry door hard, botching a CCG's officer attempt to enter and barricading it.
"Go!" She urged. | 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. |
43,985 | 1,203 | 116 | 1,821 | 1,684 | Miyako
Out of the Pan... - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic
Miyako already had the feeling of being vulnerable, but what would you expect when you were surrounded by people you almost killed, and your shirt was now a shredded rag. Miyako hadn't even noticed how naked she was at the moment, thankfully her athletic shorts and bra were still on, though the latter had sustained some noticeable damage. However despite the reality of her situation being present in front of her, some of her focus felt like it was being pulled away. It felt like she had overstepped in the negotiations for her life by stuttering an unintended extra vulnerability, an unintended consequence of her girlish crush on her savior. Though that appeared to have slipped by unnoticed and for the briefest of moments, Mi had thought she had gotten away with such an out of character remark, leaving her unguarded for Hana's comment.
Miyako's attention snapped to Hana, alarm present in her expression at the forwardness of her comment. Miyako's cheeks flared with hot blood as she turned to Takumi's currently impassive face. She gave a real 'deer in the headlight look', believing that if even if nobody had noticed Miyako's affection for Takkun, they surely did now. Though their opinions mattered little compared to the man she was currently staring at. Even though Mi would have never experienced it, this was exactly like the big high school crush revelation. You don't want it to come out but your friend tells your crush anyway, which is what you secretly wanted anyway as your crush never noticed you until now. So you feel completely mortified and betrayed that you've been exposed and even though you want to retract that, you secretly yearn to see your crush's reaction, hoping that they reciprocate your feelings...
Mi was stuck in that limbo where you waited for your crush to react, wanting her secret never exposed but also yearning for a sign of Takkun to return her affection. The return Mi wanted never arrived. The only thing Mi was given was a static, 'I get it'. There was a small feeling of relief, as Mi's mind became deluded that Takkun was oblivious to the obvious, but a even larger part of Mi had felt rejected almost. It was as if Mi had anticipated a reality where Takkun throws himself at her in an tight embrace, confessing his affection in her ear, ideally with a light peck on her cheek being added. Instead of Mi's fantasy, she simply got an acknowledgement that he understood? The answer had left her spinning in trying to find a meaning.
A reply with clear terms of "Yes" or a "No" would have made Mi's reaction simpler but this? Mi didn't know what to think even though a saner mind would identify the clear signs of Takkun's lack of interest. For Mi, this answer lead her on an internal path of attempting to decipher the message, phasing out Itsuki's entire rant about her. Her gaze didn't not falter as she continued watching Takkun for some sign, she was missing. She eventually settled on more delusion, clinging to the fact that he continued to sympathize, reaching out to her in a not-so-obvious way. Meaning, this wasn't over. Nobody would reach out this much for Mi if she wasn't an asset and in her eyes, Takkun wasn't treating her as an asset but something living.
"...the CCG is here."
As if it were a sleeper agent's code word, Mi suddenly snapped out of her fixation on Takkun and brought herself back to reality. It appeared she was still being spared, but what was perhaps more shocking was that Mi's mind fell back into her servitude state. After all, she spent most of her life under orders by another and with Hana's authoritative aura becoming evident again, Mi found some of her earlier internal conflict quelled in the face of this situation.
Miyako got to her feet, wincing as she bent forward, indicating there was still some internal damage that was present or perhaps still recovering. She'd was still vulnerable and not at a hundred percent, that much would be obvious, but to serve she often had to push herself in such a manner. "What do you want me to do?" Miyako asked, finding her emotionless tone again focusing in on her responsibility to her new authority, glancing between Itsuki and Takumi though she found the sight of Takumi to quickly bring back thoughts of her complicated feelings for him. To attempt to rid herself of that thought, she eventually settled her eyes on Itsuki, trying to keep Takumi from her thoughts. Things were too critical for her to hesitate now. | Name:
Miyako
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Height & Weight:
157 cm & 49 kg
CCG Rating:
SS~
CCG Title:
The Namanari
Harpy (Kakuja)
Mask: Mask of Nightmare
Kagune:
Miyako's Kagune is a pair of wings with quite a large wingspan in comparison to the girl's actual size. Both wing seems to have a dark red spine, or band, on top of the wing while the rest of the wing fades from the red from a more dark purple at the bottom of the wing. While deployed, the wings appear to occasionally drip with excess RC cells in a thick viscosity very similar to blood, but many compare it to tears.
The "tears" of Miyako's wings aren't just for show as the RC cells will remain for awhile. At Miyako's internal command, the cells can crystallize into long thin spines to form lethal traps. Using this ability creatively, Miyako can purposely spray a mist of her RC cells and then have the cells crystallize suddenly in the air.
RC Type:
Ukaku
Special Quirk:
She has a Kakuja and in her full-Kakuja state, a jagged crystalline-bone structure forms around her arms and joins together around the top of her torso. A few things are added to Miyako's arsenal in this state.
Starting with the hands, two crystal-bone spikes gently curve out from her knuckles with a third spike jutting out from her wrist. The spikes form a sort of talon and the spikes curve around the girl's hands to allow her freedom to still move it. Continuing up her arm slightly, the crystal structure starts from the girl's wrist and at a small angle slowly increases its length away from Miyako's body up until her elbow. Overall the triangular structure is comparable to something like a harpy's wing, hence the name. Finally, the crystals continue up the girl's arms, over the shoulders, and finally both arms' crystal structures are connected around the neck and breast. A full mask is formed covering Miyako's face which looks as if a deer skull.
Personality:
Miyako takes many forms so it is difficult to understand what type of person she actually is. On first impression and many after that, she appears quiet with the sense of being shy. While she may seem cute, further inspection will reveal she is rather cold and uncaring to others, not really caring for another's well being without being ordered to. She is very quick to harbor disdain if she feels slighted but depending on the circumstance may or may not be willing to act aggressively towards the one who has slighted her.
Internally, Miyako struggles daily with feelings of loneliness and a strange feeling of she compares to hunger. That strange feeling might be the desire for friendship, appreciation, love or really anything but so far has little to base it on so far. Though these feelings are repressed and hidden only showing the emotionless vessel due to her understanding that strength is key and revealing weakness isn't a good thing.
In combat, she is vastly changed even without entering a Kakuja-state. Her calm and emotionless state is replaced by a rather blood-lusted ravenous beast, who gets a sick satisfaction from it all. It appears as if she thoroughly enjoys fighting and maybe she does actually enjoy it, after all it is the only thing she has known. However, a small part of her is scared of herself and this quiet internal battle rages every time she fights. Fearful of herself, for others, and the ever-lurking creature that is her Kakuja.
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Ever since becoming a full Kakuja, however, she has lost a sense of control that she had previously. The quiet and innocent Miyako now struggles to maintain control as her more sinister side muscles the weaker aside. Miyako's sinister side isn't just a mindless bloodlust but rather, she tends to fall into a cold, uncaring and selfish deposition that only really shows its more sadistic traits in combat.
Backstory:
For most of her life, Miyako had taken after her parents quite a bit as she grew up. Quickly adopting a feisty temperament to go along with her rather wild and irrational nature. Her parents were very feral and aggressive with both humans and ghouls alike. They weren't completely lost in their bloodlust but any astute observer, they could tell that it was slowly consuming them as they were obsessing about. It was surprising that her parents weren't willing to eat their own daughter but it seemed only human flesh was their desired palette. Maybe at one time her parents were not so consumed in their obsession about eating, seeing as they did have and raise a child. However, Miyako can't remember a time when her parents weren't particularly savage to most.
When Miyako was just about a teenager, her parents sort of "abandoned" her for some reason. They didn't leave her, in fact, Miyako was free to follow them around but they just seemed to stop caring. They no longer helped her with food or really anything else. It was almost as if their daughter vanished and they were fine with that. Of course it wasn't just that. They began bickering with each other and suddenly they weren't even willing to share fresh kills with each other, often willing to fight over a corpse. So when Miyako would try, they'd snap at her, even wounding her, if she tried to encroach on their kill.
With her parents no longer really responding to her, she just kind of wandered with them. She ended up having to study them in order to figure out how to attract and kill for food. For awhile, things remained at that. Just three feral-like people wandering around and eating, like animals, and like animals food was becoming quite their only motivation in life. But perhaps the spark that finally convinced Miyako to leave her parents was one day her father attacked her over her own kill, severely wounding his daughter to get at the food. Nice guy.
Thankfully, Miyako hadn't lost her mind completely before she finally found social outlets outside of family. When she realized there was more to the world than just eating, she left her parents and her their feeding frenzy behind. But now Miyako was faced another type of dysfunction. It turned out her new found 'friends' were a very active and aggressive gang. They saw Mi as a potential member due to increased aggression and strength due to her upbringing and although young, she was already quite formidable.
Her time with the ghoul gang was short and only lasted about two years but within that time Miyako fought with plenty of other ghouls. Her savagery was quite known in Japan and even though she was rather illusive with the CCG, the named the bird-masked girl after a crow for it's ironic flavor.
At around the end of her run with the ghoul gang, she had eaten enough of other ghouls to start the process of her Kakuja. However after her first experience with it was short lived after a group of ghoul peddlers managed to subdue and capture Miyako. Of course the girl was far to feral and dangerous to most potential buyers and thus her captors began the long process of torture and training to quell her rebellious nature. Eventually, they succeed while managing to keep her rather savage fighting potential. They price was high for a half-Kakuja but someone eventually paid the right price...
Miyako would then be shipped off to Rome. There she would be a field agent for her buyer for years before the man mysteriously disappeared, leaving Miyako on her own, again. The events of circulating her time in Rome left Miyako to grow a lot and she is a far cry from when she started, especially now since she is a full on Kakuja instead of a half. Anyway, Miyako was left alone and would seek out Tokyo to be her new base of operations as there were many questions to answer and people to find, namely her buyer David Sinclair.
Other: |
43,986 | 1,203 | 117 | 1,918 | 8,258 | Itsuki
Itsuki couldn't help but roll his eyes at Hana's silly act, finding it to be in poor taste given the fact that she had just been disembowling the Kakuja not half an hour or so before. Even for a ghoul, he figured that acting in such a fashion would be seen as more disturbing then anything else, though that may just be what his sister was attempting to do. Turning his attention to said Kakuja, he was only somewhat surprised by the fact that she was staring at Takumi with such a flustered, yet hopeful expression. For a moment, he felt a bit of a connection with the kakuja, but quickly shook his head of the notion, bringing to mind the grisly scene he had walked in on.
She's a danger and a threat. Nothing more, nothing less.
His thoughts(and the slight surge of anger that had bubbled up with them) were put on hold as Hana suddenly spoke up again, the bubbly tone stricken from her voice as she delivered the worst news that any ghoul could hear.
The Doves were here.
A million thoughts flooded Itsuki's mind as he tried to think of possible exits and escape routes, but it was difficult to do due to his unfamiliarity with the area. He almost didn't notice when Hana walked up to him, but his attention immediately as she place something into his hand. Looking down, Itsuki seemed to almost freeze as he listen to Hana's instructions, his eyes flitting between the remote then his sister as she moved to barricade the door. Grinding his teeth together, Itsuki took a single step forward, not seeming to even hear Miyako's question as he started speaking to Hana a harsh whisper, having enough presence of mind to not yell even though he really wanted to.
"Hana, let me take the heat. I don't know this area in the slightest, not any safe houses, or routes that wouldn't be watched by the Doves. And more importantly than that. . . I can't just leave you to die. I won't leave you to die. Take the detonator and get out of here. . . please." Despite his attempts to reign it in, emotion flowed onto Itsuki's face and into his face as he all but begged Hana to let him take her place. In his mind's eye, all he could see was the faces of those he had failed to save. His parents, the old man. . . Hiyori. He couldn't stand by and let someone else he cared for die. He had to do this. He needed to do this. . . or he didn't think he'd be able to handle the guilt that would follow. | 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 |
43,987 | 1,203 | 118 | 941 | 3,112 | Takumi Minamoto - Meeting the Family, All G
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
“...Please don’t...Y’know I’ll just... I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that...” Takumi protested weakly, his voice coming out little more than a nervous murmur. He brought his palm to his face, half in exasperation, half to conceal the extreme redness that had overcome him as a result of the sudden turn of topic. Waves of intense embarrassment, both firsthand and secondhand, flowed through his very being. In his eight years away, he’d forgotten how much of a handful this family could be, and at that moment, he’d decided that he would not make that mistake again. Ever.
Well, at least Miyako couldn’t see him like that. Someone impressionable like her might have gotten the wrong idea.
He quickly composed himself, fortunately, and turned his attention towards the kakuja girl. Then immediately away from the kakuja girl. ’...’ His eyes were firmly locked on a bloodstain on the wall. Hana and Itsuki just had to go and make things weird, didn’t they? Not even just a little weird, but really weird. How exactly was he going to play this off now? He didn’t have any plausible deniability, and he didn’t want to hurt the poor girl’s feelings - he’d already smashed her head a few times! But then again...Ugh, Thinking about things too much never did him any good. He’d just go with the flow as usual, consequences be damned. Besides, it’s not like consequences mattered much to him in the long run anyway.
As usual, once satisfied with his resolution to procrastinate on that decision, Takumi quickly began the process of moving past his distress by latching on to the first subject change he could reach: “Yes!” the brunet perked up, “I agree. We should clean up before everything starts staining... err, staining more. And smelling. And seeping. I’ll get started immediately.”
Takumi took a breath, smiled widely, and marched forward, until he realized he had no idea where Hana put the cleaning supplies. Damn. It seemed like he had to wait for her to get off the phone if he wanted to continue not thinking about… that thing he wasn’t supposed to think about. And by that, he meant the thing about the bre- ’Stop thinking about it, Takumi.’
...But how would the logistics behind male human and fem-
’STOP.’
And at that point he made a startling realization. A realization that he wished had occurred to him after it had occurred to someone else. He looked over his shoulder at Itsuki, then Hana. He shook his head to himself and ambled over to Rin. Crouching down, he whispered, nodding his head towards Miyako to clear his pronouns: “Psst. You should get...her some clothes. You...You know what I’m talkin’ about, yeah? Public n...no clothes? Fine of up to 300,000 yen? Ok?”
That could’ve gone better. Well, here was hoping that nobody had heard him, even with his...uneasy delivery. Too busy worrying, something Hana had said entered one ear and went right out the other. ‘Oh cool, the CCG are here,’ Takumi thought, sinking to his seat. ’That’s good. They'll make sure all the people are sa-’
...The CCG were here.
Takumi snapped to his feet in an instant, dead silent, and regrouped with Hana. They were cornered here, there was no doubt about it. Explaining away all the wounds and the bodily fluids strewn across the room wasn’t a viable option either. His eyes darted across everyone in sight, and his brow furrowed. As much as he was concerned for the well-being of the ghouls, he was concerned about the investigators answering that call. Poor guys were gonna get shredded, and their families would...
“You heard her: we all need to leave,” Takumi agreed. While Hana sifted through her evacuation supplies, the half-ghoul issued a quick set of directives: “Rin, you’ve got the twins. Itsuki, the boys.” He punctuated his commands with appropriate hand gesturing. “I’ll play rearguard, and kaku-” He paused. “Miyako, you’ve got the oldest one."
Takumi donned the generic mask provided to him. “Eh, sorry you're the boss here. Hope you didn't mind that... You’re gonna lead everyone out, right Hana?” he inquired, watching her hand off something to Itsuki, and then receiving something himself: a folder of Hana’s research, entrusted to him for safekeeping. Now wasn’t the time to look into it, but more than that, he had the feeling he wouldn’t like what he saw. More importantly...
“I understand,” Takumi nodded solemnly. This was a no-win situation: kill the investigators, more would come, more people would get hurt for no good reason; try and escape all at the same time, and they might all get seen; or sacrifice someone to distract them. It was a lot like SOP for investigations gone wrong: sacrifice the squad leader, let everyone get out.
Though, it seemed that Itsuki still didn’t understand. Anxiously, Takumi turned the needle in his hands. It would only take a single jab to the face, or the anus, or the mouth. All easy targets for the emotionally distraught. ’Not worth it,’ Takumi decided, pocketing the thing, ’We lose too much strength that way.’
Still, he could see the CCG officers begin to make some degree of headway, and who knows when they'd figure to whip out the quinque and just chop the door down...
“Itsuki, stop being dumb!” Takumi grabbed his arm and tugged forcefully, “You’re wasting everyone’s time! You're-"
Eugh. He felt scummy doing something like this; it would be the second time he'd emotionally manipulated his brother today. Not a good way to start off a reunion. But it worked last time, so it seemed that it was time for more fast talking:
"...Do you really think she wouldn't have a trick up her sleeve for something like this? She smarter than all of us, she knows this place like the back of her hand! I've seen her sub basement, there's an exit there. She can hit the sewers by the time we're out, how do you think her ghoul friends go out? Get it? Now go!" | 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.
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43,988 | 1,203 | 119 | 1,379 | 5,159 | Rin
Some time had passed after the commotion with Mi and all. Rin had lowered her guard quite a bit so her rinkaku had gone back inside her skin again believing the girl wouldn't hurt them so suddenly. It had left a gapping hole inside her shirt at the back but her coat was luckily covering some part of her naked back. Rin didn't mind however and would even have gone on if her shirt would have had disappeared into another realm. Rin had tossed the sheet and pillow besides sitting herself in her usual position again as she took a light sip from her cup of coffee that was still left over in the pot. It would keep her awake a bit better, lying on the ground as comfortable as possible wouldn't do that.
Takumi that had been close to her for a while now after the commotion had fi ally died down. He lowered himself to Rin her height appearing to want something from her. Rin didn't even flinch at him closing in on her ear, quietly sitting there while mindlessly glancing at the front of the room as she took a light gulp from her mug. Takumi told her that Miyako might need some clothes too if they had fo go outsids since nudity had a fine on it. Rin gave a soft nod as she patiently raised herself upright again. The significant height difference between her and the boy was obvious again.
Rin slowly unbuttoned her coat and removed it from her torso. Her frail child like form was displayed in front of the group for the first in a few years. Sbe had obviously not grown much. Rin was wearing a dark grey skin tight tshirt tucked into her skirt. She shoved the coat Miyako her way and unbuttoned her skirt short after letting it drop to the ground as it fell from her hips. Her tshirt was just about long enough to cover her glorious underwear. Shr shoved the skirt Miyako her way too with a blank expression. Rin didn't feel awkward or embarrassed in the slighest except for one thing. Her scarf was still wrapped arpund her neck and it didn't seem like she was gonna remove it before undoing the next item. Rin started pulling on her own shirt to take it over her head and give it to Miyako too if no one would stop her. Atleast she was still a bit dressed now. Or at least allowed on street.
A sudden panic broke out from Hana, apparently the CCG had found their location already. It was too quick for the liking. Takkun asked her to take care of the twins and so she did. But before she did she walked over to Hana after hearing a bit of their conversation and gave her a big hug. She would have been a bit sticky and smelly but it was meant sweet. Rin softly shuffled over to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of tape from one of the cupboards. She softly shuffled further into the room gesturing for the twins to follow her, she went to one of the windows and opened it looking down if there weren't any people around. She activated her kagune and held the twins tightly. She then proceeded to back dive out of the window with the twins off course screaming and Rin just staring dead ahead. She used her kagune to land safely and took the twins inside a nearby supermarket placing them both on the toilet telling them not to move and gave a mean look at the shop owner before heading back to the building. The twins would stay put by Rin her technique she learned years long for. | 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. |
43,989 | 1,203 | 120 | 220 | 2,519 | Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana's arms heaved with the effort, as she gritted her teeth with all her might, intent on not budging an inch. She eyed the reactions of her siblings and comrades in arms. They seemed to be quickly gathering their senses...for the most part. Even though she was under strain, she smiled weakly at Takumi, Rin, the kids and the newcomer. "Yeah, everyone will be safe." she said, lying through her teeth as she knew she couldn't guarantee everyone's safety. It was either her safety or those one she was giving shelter...and the nonwritten code of fraternality among the sames species dictated that the latter had taken preference.
And there was Itsuki, begging her to switch places, as if some kind of self-inflicted torture and himself becoming the escapegoat would solve anything. No, that would hardly do anything. She could never sell her kin to buy time. And besides.
"Are you stupid? If i move an inch, they will get in! You are in no situation to argue, now g-" Hana's beckon was cut short as a Koukaku Quinque, in the shape of a giant sword cut through the door and Hana's left side of her chest with such force the weapon nailed the now unconscious body of the ghoul doctor against a wall, bleeding profusely.
"Pe-ew, looks like I owe you money. This busybody of a second rate B-class trash was really up to something, Associate Special class." One of the inspectors stepped in. Cocky, confident, even staring down at such a cadre of ghouls. A special class dispatch. And he wasn't alone. "We get the whole set. I bet two of these are the Kakujas we want."
"Well, um. Tough luck then. Oh, we can probably get some cool Quinques out of these!" One of the female companions cheered nonchalantly. Also a special class. It seemed like a full-blown massive party, formed by several ward's agents, completely oversized for hunting a ghoul as seemingly harmless as Hana, but perfectly reasonable for two kakujas.
I...I am sorry, I miscalculated. Hana thought, as strength was leaving her quickly, her vision becoming blurrier and blurrier. I should have thought that if they followed Miyako and Itsuki they would bear proportional power. She bitterly chided herself as she could only be a silent witness of the struggle that was about to unfold. | 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. |
43,990 | 1,204 | 0 | 2,101 | 322 | The day dawned clear and cool as the morning sun filtered into the moss-covered cave entrance. The light shone on the sleeping forms of about a dozen children, teens, and young adults. It also shone on the pitiful attempts at decoration, clusters of berries and shiny river rocks piled up with the ever-present moss in corners and strewn across rocky shelves.
Tucked into one of these niches was a tiny hummingbird. It fluttered its wings as it woke up and hopped off of its’ perch to land on the ground. The bird hopped into a secluded corner, re-emerging a minute later in a very different form. The sunlight fell on a little girl of about nine years, her pale skin offset by the rich red-brown of her hair and the dark gray-black of what used to be her uniform. Fluttering out from slits cut in the back of the tee-shirt were a set of wings, russet on the bottom and iridescent blue-green on the top. The girl smiled a little tentatively, the way she started every day, for if she could find a reason to smile, she wouldn’t be afraid.
Being one of the first ones awake like she always was, she went to rouse the other “littles.” Stopping first by Squeaky’s nest of moss, she nudged the younger girl. “Squeaky, it’s time to wake up.” When the girl didn’t respond, Flutter knelt beside her and gently shook her. “Squeaky, wake up.”
The little girl’s eyes flashed open and, true to her name, she squeaked in fear, sitting bolt upright. But then she relaxed as she saw that it was just Flutter.
“It’s okay, Squeaky. Come on, it’s morning. Let’s get Ferris and go find breakfast for everyone."
Squeaky sighed. “Okay.” She whispered. That was as loud as she ever talked, in faint whispering. She stood up, brushing the bits of leaf and moss off of herself, and the two girls went to wake Ferris.
“Ferris, it’s time to wake up.” Flutter said, carefully kneeling down next to the boy. “We’re going to go find breakfast.” She said, carefully reaching out to shake his shoulder. She still didn’t fully trust the boy to know her well enough to not claw her for waking him. And he was half ferret. Those things had sharp teeth and claws. | Name: Ferris
ID Number: 922
Age: 7
Gender: Male
What kind of animal: Black-Footed Ferret - Mustela nigripes
Animal powers: Enhanced acceleration and deceleration rates when moving around, able to see quite well in the dark and able to climb surfaces and trees very well.
Appearance: Ferris is short even for his age and has wild black hair and a tanned complexion completely unblemished except for a small scar on his right cheek. He has a lithe build and wild deep blue eyes that reminded an observer of ocean waters being battered under a harsh storm.
Personality: Ferris is a naturally scared young boy, and he has a deep distrust in people in general and tends to avoid anything unknown or new to the best of his ability out of his deep fear. He is however very curious, and often wonders about many things he never got the opportunity to learn about it due to being a lab rat... or ferret, or whatever. When he does talk it's most likely him asking about something he has seen or felt. Overall it would appear that he has both a great sense of fear and wonder in the world he is in.
Phobias: Ferris has a fear of rain just out of confusion as he spent his whole life before that inside in the facility and he gets startled easily by any loud noises. |
43,991 | 1,204 | 1 | 209 | 138 | Tigressa the tiger moved silently through the trees, heading back to the cave she and the other survivors had found refuge in. She knew that they may not last much longer, food was scarce, and even those that could hunt and eat in their animal forms had human stomachs. Tigressa knew from experience, she had thrown up more than a few times after turning back into a human.
She pondered the future of the small group as she drew closer to the cave entrance. They would need to head into the normal human cities and towns to find supplies, and even that would prove difficult, because only a couple of them didn't have obvious animal characteristics. She was one of them, and she had already prepared to tell the others her plan to get a job in one of the human towns to earn some money. Tigressa was fond of the others, especially the little ones, and she didn't want to stand by and watch them starve to death.
As she was about to hit the small clearing around their hideaway, she shifted into her human form. Stopping momentarily to make sure she didn't vomit up the few animals she had managed to catch, she walked into the cave to see the three younger kids just starting to wake up.
"Good morning you guys," Tigressa smiled, walking closer to tousle Flutters hair. "You guys sleep well? I hope you weren't up to late last night. I did go to sleep pretty early, so I'm hoping you weren't too far behind me." | -- |
43,992 | 1,204 | 2 | 2,063 | 59 | Near the front of their makeshift camp, Luc lay sprawled out, in a catatonic slumber. Despite being early for his own biological clock the presence of a deep feminine growl roused him to sit up. It was another of the escaped prisoners; a exotic looking girl he had known to call Tigressa. She was conversing with the three smaller prisoners, and they seemed to be the only ones awake so far, hardly surprising with the sun still young in the sky.
Luc stood up and shook the detritus from his shaggy 'mane' letting his loose dreads flap around lifelessly and watched as caked mud and dry leaves cascaded onto the floor. Content with his level of cleanliness he dragged himself forward among the others and gave a low grunt to greet them. After crouching down with a wide dumb grin for the three children of the group he glanced upwards to Tigressa inquisitively; "We got breakfast?" With both his hands he gestured whether they should stay or go to forage. | Name: Luc
ID number: 218
Age: 18
Gender: Male
What kind of animal?: Musk Ox
Animal powers: Large reservoir of tensile strength and stamina. This strength is amplified when he is transformed, and he has all the other natural abilities of a super-powered Ox.
Appearance: Tall, shaggy and broad, Luc has dark skin and long matted dreads that fall stiffly at his back. His thick neck supports a rather unappealing face, with a stiff square chin and unkempt goatee. His large, strong arms look strange when compared to his lithe legs, and his silhouette immediately appears top-heavy.
Personality: Despite having a intimidating and large form Luc is essentially harmless, and has a good natured albeit dim approach to life. Despite numerous painful experiments and having his body pushed to its physical limits, he is happy to work for others and carry their weight, acting extremely protectively of anyone he considers under his protection. Slow to anger, once pushed beyond the limit his rage knows no bounds and he lashes out blindly, relying on either time or the influence of others to be soothed.
Phobias: Dark water, pitch black, blindness |
43,993 | 1,204 | 3 | 209 | 138 | Tigressa smiled, but a frown was evident on her face. She turned to the small stockpile of human food, to see how much they could spare for today. There wasn't much, clearly those who could forage would have to go out. She turned back to Luc.
" You're going to have to forage today, we don't have enough for everyone. Is that alright with you?" Tigressa said, looking apologetic. "I'd give you my share, but... well, I don't have one." | -- |
43,994 | 1,204 | 4 | 2,063 | 59 | Flutter raised her eyes to the sky. "Flutter. You always forget my name is Flutter." she said. "And I'm not little; I'm a whole hundred numbers ahead of you, and I'm like half an inch taller!" Then she realized her assessment was probably unfair and shook her head. "Sorry. But I feel like we should go foraging so that the grown-ups don't have to bring stuff back for us like they usually do." Her stomach rumbled and she blushed. "Also because I'm really hungry and I don't want to wait for the grown-ups."
She turned to face Tigressa. "I was out like a bulb as soon as Squeaky went to bed." They often had to have arguments about Squeaky not going to sleep, because she was part-hamster, and so she wanted to be awake at night. "I was tempted to hit her to make her pass out."
Squeaky frowned. "I can't help who I am!" she said softly.
Flutter ruffled her hair. "You're good, Squeaky." she grinned at the girl and she grinned back. The two had become like sisters over the last year or so.
Flutter's stomach grumbled again and she blushed. "Okay, can we go find something to eat now?" | Name: Luc
ID number: 218
Age: 18
Gender: Male
What kind of animal?: Musk Ox
Animal powers: Large reservoir of tensile strength and stamina. This strength is amplified when he is transformed, and he has all the other natural abilities of a super-powered Ox.
Appearance: Tall, shaggy and broad, Luc has dark skin and long matted dreads that fall stiffly at his back. His thick neck supports a rather unappealing face, with a stiff square chin and unkempt goatee. His large, strong arms look strange when compared to his lithe legs, and his silhouette immediately appears top-heavy.
Personality: Despite having a intimidating and large form Luc is essentially harmless, and has a good natured albeit dim approach to life. Despite numerous painful experiments and having his body pushed to its physical limits, he is happy to work for others and carry their weight, acting extremely protectively of anyone he considers under his protection. Slow to anger, once pushed beyond the limit his rage knows no bounds and he lashes out blindly, relying on either time or the influence of others to be soothed.
Phobias: Dark water, pitch black, blindness |
43,995 | 1,204 | 5 | 209 | 138 | "We can go out to forage now, if you want. The others won't be awake for a while, and maybe they can have the ordinary food if we find enough to eat." Tigressa smiled at the others. She was pretty sure that the small group would be able to get enough food for themselves, and the others should be fine. It was mainly the older people still asleep, so they were more than capable of looking after themselves. | -- |
43,996 | 1,204 | 6 | 2,101 | 322 | Ferris gave a small sigh at everyone talking all together, it was nice how they could do that. A chance to explore! Maybe I'll climb some trees if there's any fruit... then again Flutter can fly... how do wings work? Is it like climbing on air? If so that would be fun because climbing is fun and you could go anywhere....
"I'll come help forage," Ferris said aloud, still wondering how wings work. He knew flapping his arms couldn't make him fly so what's so special about wings that make them fly? Are feathers made out of something special that makes them fly? Ferris gave up for the moment, deciding to go to his backup option whenever he couldn't figure something out he was curious about - ask.
"How do wings work Flutter?" Ferris said, deliberately making no mention of forgetting her name. Ferris remembered from the scientists that it was always a bad idea to remind people of a time that they got frustrated, if you just keep talking they would forget if he was lucky. Ferris shuddered at that thought, remembering when the scientists got angry and sometimes took so much blood he would be rendered unconscious for a while. | Name: Ferris
ID Number: 922
Age: 7
Gender: Male
What kind of animal: Black-Footed Ferret - Mustela nigripes
Animal powers: Enhanced acceleration and deceleration rates when moving around, able to see quite well in the dark and able to climb surfaces and trees very well.
Appearance: Ferris is short even for his age and has wild black hair and a tanned complexion completely unblemished except for a small scar on his right cheek. He has a lithe build and wild deep blue eyes that reminded an observer of ocean waters being battered under a harsh storm.
Personality: Ferris is a naturally scared young boy, and he has a deep distrust in people in general and tends to avoid anything unknown or new to the best of his ability out of his deep fear. He is however very curious, and often wonders about many things he never got the opportunity to learn about it due to being a lab rat... or ferret, or whatever. When he does talk it's most likely him asking about something he has seen or felt. Overall it would appear that he has both a great sense of fear and wonder in the world he is in.
Phobias: Ferris has a fear of rain just out of confusion as he spent his whole life before that inside in the facility and he gets startled easily by any loud noises. |
43,997 | 1,204 | 7 | 209 | 138 | Flutter tilted her head at the slightly smaller boy. "I have no idea. They kind of catch the wind and hold a pocket of it? I think. I don't know." She shrugged, her wings fluttering.
"Something to do with air pressure." Squeaky whispered. "It's higher underneath and lower on top and lifts the person, or the bird."
"How'd ya hear that, Squeaks?"
Squeaky glared at the taller girl. "How do you think?" She started shaking slightly, her response to fear.
"Oh, right, you lived in Doctor Thomas's pocket for a month. Literally." Flutter went to ruffle Squeaky's hair.
Squeaky, true to her name, squeaked, and shook her head, trying to banish memories of what she'd seen and heard. "I don't want to think about it!" she squeaked.
Flutter, realizing she was triggering a breakdown, hugged Squeaky tightly. "God, I'm sorry, Squeaky."
"It's okay. Can we just go get something to eat now?"
"Sure, I'll go flying to look for berries; you can stay on the ground and try to find some nuts and seeds?"
"Okay!" | -- |
43,998 | 1,204 | 8 | 2,101 | 322 | Ferris rose an eyebrow at the explanations for flying. Air pressure, what's that? I guess it's like if the air is... harder? Then because it's softer air on top you go through it, so it's sorta like climbing. His head hurt from the whole ordeal of trying to figure out how birds could fly. Well, and Flutter, but she's close enough to a bird as well.
"I'll catch some animals, if you want? I know you guys don't really eat meat as much, but... some of the others do."
Ferris' ears perked up at that. He himself was a meat-eater as well and besides, hunting was more fun than getting fruit from trees for the other. "I'll come too," he murmured. "I might not be as good a hunter as a big cat but I'm a good climber and burrower, I can get rabbits easy when they burrow away and the only thing bigger than rabbits that I've seen much are deer, and rabbit meat is more yummy," he added with a small smile.
"Or maybe you could wait for Leo and Lilia to wake up. Safety in numbers, you know?"
Ferris jumped at the voice and turned to the owner of it. Tibble, the snake. Death.... Bladder? No that sounds silly. Ferris couldn't remember, his memory when it came to names was about as effective as a rock's ability to philosophize. Horrific. Anyway, Tibble... or was it Ribble? He seemed to reject whatever the popular opinion was for some reason, which to Ferris didn't make sense. If lots of minds together made a plan wouldn't it make sense than what one mind can do?
Nibble licked his lips, a gleam in his ever-amused eyes that unnerved Ferris to no end. "If I was to put my money on any of us surviving it'd be Leo, he's stronger than any of us besides Luc, and he's actually got something in his head before fancy ideas of worrying everyone by disappearing into the forest at the crack of dawn," he scowled, careful not to bite his lip and accidentally waste any poison on himself that doesn't work. "So wait for him to wake up and have his decision. | Name: Ferris
ID Number: 922
Age: 7
Gender: Male
What kind of animal: Black-Footed Ferret - Mustela nigripes
Animal powers: Enhanced acceleration and deceleration rates when moving around, able to see quite well in the dark and able to climb surfaces and trees very well.
Appearance: Ferris is short even for his age and has wild black hair and a tanned complexion completely unblemished except for a small scar on his right cheek. He has a lithe build and wild deep blue eyes that reminded an observer of ocean waters being battered under a harsh storm.
Personality: Ferris is a naturally scared young boy, and he has a deep distrust in people in general and tends to avoid anything unknown or new to the best of his ability out of his deep fear. He is however very curious, and often wonders about many things he never got the opportunity to learn about it due to being a lab rat... or ferret, or whatever. When he does talk it's most likely him asking about something he has seen or felt. Overall it would appear that he has both a great sense of fear and wonder in the world he is in.
Phobias: Ferris has a fear of rain just out of confusion as he spent his whole life before that inside in the facility and he gets startled easily by any loud noises. |
43,999 | 1,204 | 9 | 2,063 | 59 | Luc agreed with the two younger boys, and despite his own strength he knew he wouldn't be able to protect everyone by himself from the possible dangers out in the world.
"Some should wait with the sleepers."
With less bodies to watch he could make sure to protect every child effectively. | Name: Luc
ID number: 218
Age: 18
Gender: Male
What kind of animal?: Musk Ox
Animal powers: Large reservoir of tensile strength and stamina. This strength is amplified when he is transformed, and he has all the other natural abilities of a super-powered Ox.
Appearance: Tall, shaggy and broad, Luc has dark skin and long matted dreads that fall stiffly at his back. His thick neck supports a rather unappealing face, with a stiff square chin and unkempt goatee. His large, strong arms look strange when compared to his lithe legs, and his silhouette immediately appears top-heavy.
Personality: Despite having a intimidating and large form Luc is essentially harmless, and has a good natured albeit dim approach to life. Despite numerous painful experiments and having his body pushed to its physical limits, he is happy to work for others and carry their weight, acting extremely protectively of anyone he considers under his protection. Slow to anger, once pushed beyond the limit his rage knows no bounds and he lashes out blindly, relying on either time or the influence of others to be soothed.
Phobias: Dark water, pitch black, blindness |
44,000 | 1,205 | 0 | 2,470 | 2,686 | Liam Pyne
Liam stood at the front of the ECAY. The Summer Break had really not been long enough; although it was not like his family had been thrilled to see him. Most of his time had been spent roaming as freely as he could given the ECAY handler who had been sent with him. Officially he had been given a pass to use his powers in a limited fashion under observation. No vesseling, no exorcisms, just talking to spirits and trying to figure out what they wanted without letting them inside. It had been a drag to say the least. The only upside was that he could finally shed the stupid anklet they’d put on him to alert his handler if he used his other abilities. It was ridiculous really.
Walking past the front gates he headed straight for the front doors. As much as Liam would have liked to go for a walk around the grounds it was hot enough to drive him inside and the anklet really needed to come off. There were lots of new faces in the lobby. Check in was a bitch when the new school year started. At Least that was his understanding; when he’d finally made it here it had been after the winter break. From what he understood the academy was getting ready to make a switch to a different semester system since the students breaks were never more than a few weeks. It would be more Efficient government was such a bitch and now that he was part of the system it was a real drag.
The vets were already moving through their check in stations. It was certainly better than the new students check in. It was question after question, physical exam, follow up psych evaluation, and then on to being assigned rooms for the semester, picking out schedules, and general orientation. Walking up to one of the check in personnel for the returning students Liam but his foot up on the table and the staff member removed the anklet for him. Moving to the next station he dropped his backpack on the table. Since the students didn’t move out until after they were twenty-one they basically lived in their dorms. There was really very little that was banned in the dorms and they rarely did searches but in the chaos of the start of a new semester they figured it was best to search what the students were bringing back, just in case.
Standing patiently Liam watched as the ECAY Taskforce member checked his bag: Clothes (Hardly suspicious), Laptop (Maybe it was a bomb? Doubtful.), Notebook (A.K.A Liam’s diary of crazy occult crap), assorted school supplies (hardly dangerous), assorted non perishables (delicious but nothing to be worried about). The man passed the backpack across the table to Liam and he scooped it up. The next segment was just a physical and scheduling a session with his “Councilor” basically just a glorified government shrink who he was required to meet with twice a month to make sure that he wasn’t exhibiting any symptoms from prior to his enrollment. So of the students had to see them, some didn't, some chose to, some were forced to. It was just a fact of living at the academy.
Slinging the backpack over his shoulder again he looked down at his schedule. Nothing of particular note this semester. Some of the classes on the list fell into a category known as metahuman studies and they were by far the most interesting but at the end of the day it was just more homework.
Digging in his pocket Liam found his keys and flipped open his note book. Climbing the stairs past the girls dorms he hopped the last two steps and started down the hall. There were a few empty rooms around him so no doubt he would have some new neighbors with the new group of students. Officially they were required to attend the evening's “Social” for the students. Luckily the student populace was not Massive so the gym was never crowded but it was one more social event that he didn’t really feel like attending.
I think you need more friends Liam.
“Sup Arty.” Liam tossed his bag on the bed and turned to face the door with a roll of his jaw and a tweak in the way he viewed the world he focused his ghost sight. Arthur was standing in the doorway. Arthur was a math nerd from the 90’s who a bunch of jocks had beat the shit out of and stuffed into a crawl space above a janitor's closet that was rarely used. It was the end of the school year and no one ever found Arty. The poor kid had died of a brain hemorrhage a few hours after he’d been shoved up there. He’d decomposed over the course of Bloomsburg high’s summer and no one ever found him. That was until Arty showed up three weeks into the start of the new semester and started annoying the shit out of Liam. It ended up that Arty actually managed to help Liam pass his midterm in his stats class; after that it had been a matter of taking a weekend to break into Bloomsburg high and finding the body. Arty had hung around after his burial apparently dead set on knowing who had done it to him. After more than a few angry arguments Liam had finally made it clear to Arthur that if he wanted to know who had done it, it could take years.
The cliche nerd pushed his glasses up his forehead. After they had buried Arty all of his death wounds had disappeared which seemed to indicated Arty could pass on at any time but the guy stuck around. Perhaps it was out of pity for Liam given that he’d cost Liam one of the few dates he’d had. Ever.
The usual, I’m rather discouraged with progress on the three remaining “perps”
Arty actually used the air quotes.
“I know we haven’t made progress but you know I had to go home for a few weeks and the others have needed attention too. Noah stopped pushing people into Hendrick’s pond right? I told him I just needed a little more time and we’d know which of his brothers drugged him and drowned him.”
Arty nodded at the question. That was a good sign; Noah hadn’t actually killed anyone yet as far as Liam could tell but it he’d been coming closer and closer with each person he’d dragged into the pond. “Okay. Do me a favor? Set up the cork board again. I’ll leave the map and the yearbook and we’ll go over the possibilities again when I get back from the social?” Arty nodded again before sniffing and pushing his glasses up his nose.
You should find some friends. They might be able to help
Liam chuckled as he walked out of his room and headed down stairs towards the gym. Arty was a good spirit which was rather unusual since most of the spirits were quite angry by the time Liam found them. Opening his note book again he continued down the stairs towards the gym. It was an hour and change before the official start but people should start filtering in pretty quick. Perhaps he could find a good table to camp out in and keep working. There were only three opportunities to run field trips this semester and he had to make them count so the research started now. | Liam Pyne
An idea, like a ghost, must be talked to a little before it will explain itself
Appearance: While not a small person Liam has a slighter build befitting that of someone who exercises when time permits. Standing at 5'9”, largely an academic, Liam’s exercise usually comes in the form of having to help as spirit get some place out of the way. As a result of this sporadic exercise Liam’s build is rather average in terms of muscle. With the constant practice in the gym Liam has grown good at one thing. Liam is an excellent runner and has deccent hand eye coordination. The skills he has picked up are often used to get him out of trouble when he sticks his nose in somewhere it doesn’t belong.
Liam sports short light brown hair and has eyes that range in color from bright blue to a muted green. While Liam is not one to run around outside every day he is not pale with a healthy light skin tone. Most people would call Liam moderately attractive but he is not that far above average in his looks.
Personality: Liam is a genuine gentle soul who often comes off as a shy shut in. Many have taken Liam’s generally non confrontational personality to mean that he is a pushover or any easy target; often this ends in the bully finding out that Liam is not an easy target and Liam having to get stitches. Those who get to know Liam find him to be a rather witty and intelligent individual willing to stand up for those he cares about regardless of harm to himself.
With all of his positive qualities Liam has a dark side stemming from his powers. From an early age Liam's fascination with the occult and the dead has limited his relationships. Often those who get to know him are put off by his power or by the fact that he willingly spends time with those who have passed on. Liam is one of few people who can bring the dead closure, as a result he feels obligated to help. This societal shunning has rendered Liam incredibly wary of others as he feels that those who get close to him will either leave when they find out the extent of his abilities; or will be pushed away by what he feels is his responsibility.
Given a lack of an active social life Liam excels at academics as any time that isn’t spent working on his talents is inevitably spent studying or reading. Liam’s academic proficiency has also lent itself to his shut in personality; however this is assumption about his personality is often made after others find out what his grades are like, not something that Liam actively advertises.
History: Born in a rural small town Liam was a popular exuberant child growing up. Most said Liam had a super human grasp on life and that “this child was going to go far”. On Liam’s 13th birthday he began having troubles at school and with other kids. The light hadn’t gone out in his eyes it had just become more determined than ever before. From that day forward Liam had become an totally different person; often seeking out local spots which were rumored to be haunted or other things of that nature. Over the next three years Liam continued to grow more and more distant from his family and friends.
In the end everything came to a head when Liam was sixteen. While poking around an abandoned barn rumored to be the home of the ghost of an old man Liam happened across a group of older guys who had brought a pair of young girls to the barn for a “night of fun”. Upon realizing what was happening Liam tried to stop them but was beat severely.
What happened next is still unclear but Liam returned with a vengeance in his eyes and an old double barreled shotgun under his arm. Three of the guys went to the hospital that night and one died on the operating table from his wounds. Neither of the girls would make a statement and Liam claimed he couldn’t remember what had happened just that he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own body. Over the next several months Liam would have similarly strange episodes until one day something altogether different found its way into Liam’s body. When the authorities were finally able to rescue Liam’s family Liam had boarded them in his parents room and was preparing to set the house ablaze.
After being taken to a mental institute for rehabilitation it was deemed necessary to attempt something unorthodox. A spiritual medium was brought in to assess Liam and it was deemed necessary to perform an exorcism. The ritual was performed with written approval from the Vatican itself and in the controlled confines of the asylum under the guidance of the medium who was called to asses Liam and the supervision of the psychiatric staff. Properly restrained Liam did not hurt anyone and the presence was expelled with only a few hours of time with the Priest.
When Liam was finally deemed psychologically sound he was sent home for a week before being packed up and shipped off to the academy to be supervised and trained in proper use of his abilities. Over the last two years Liam’s powers have grown steadily allowing him to more safely use them to benefit the denizens of the world Beyond.
Metahuman Classification: Spiritual Vessel (Medium)
Beyond the Veil: Liam can see ghosts when he opens his eyes and ears to the spirit world. This power is fully voluntary unless a spirit is powerful enough to make its presence physically know by crossing the Veil. Often times when Liam is not using his Sight more frustrated powerful ghosts who want his attention will make alterations to his environment (knocking over objects, breaking mirrors, etc.) causing discomfort for those in Liam’s vicinity when he is dealing with a persistent potent spirit. The effects of these spirits seemed to be lessened in the presence of more than two or three people or in the presence of sterile rooms and cutting edge technology.
Voluntary Possession: Liam has the ability to allow a spirit to share his body. In so doing Liam can allow a Spirit to talk to those in the mortal world or to even carry out acts they need to move on from a state of unrest. This ability also allows Liam to make use of a ghosts knowledge and abilities it had in life. This can include: speaking another language, knowledge about a particular subject matter or even physical capabilities such as martial arts, cooking, or music. The only limit is what Liam is physically capable of doing; regardless of the ghosts ability to do a backflip Liam still may not physically be able to do such a thing.
Exorcism: Liam is fully capable of expelling any spirit who has possessed him. After his encounter with an “Outsider” Liam has worked hard to make himself capable of ejecting unruly spirits at will. Often this is done when a spirit wishes to continue making use of Liam’s body beyond what Liam’s agreed upon terms were. This power also extends to others; in the rare case that a spirit has found a way to possess another person Liam is capable of expelling the spirit from another person body.
Liam has yet to have contact with another “Outsider” and as such he has yet to test his ability to expel an “Outsider” either from himself or from another. Liam has done extensive research on what he has termed “Outsiders” and yet much of what they are remain a mystery.
*Warning: Restricted Ability* Forced Possession: In incredibly controlled settings the instructional staff has tested Liam’s ability to expel a Spirit from his own body into the body of another or even into objects. While the tests were successful they left Liam dangerously fatigued and were deemed too dangerous to the subject of the possession as the process often angered or warped the spirit who was transferred in such a way. The notable exception was Spirits who were transferred willingly into a willing host. The Academy has strictly forbade this use of Liam’s powers. On his own Liam is far too afraid to attempt such a use given its ramifications. To this date the Academy has yet to find a need to discipline Liam for such a use of his abilities and as such it is not limited beyond the confines of the Academy.
*Warning: Restricted Ability* Environment/Spirit Manipulation: It is unknown to what extent Liam can manifest Psychokinetic powers; however the Academy keeps these abilities carefully suppressed with a psychic dampener. Liam manifest what appears to be a potent psychokinetic ability when under the duress of a strong possession.This includes the ability to levitate himself and to move objects with his mind. These abilities also appear to extend to influencing or commanding other less potent Spirits. The speculation by the Academies experts is that the powers are some remnant of the Outsider’s possession of Liam. On his own Liam does have very minimal Telekinetic abilities; however they only go as far as being able to move pennies across tables or rattle bottles. Regardless of the apparent low caliber of the abilities the academy has taken precautions to keep any of Liam’s psychic abilities carefully monitored and dampened for safety reasons.
*Warning: Redacted Ability, Eyes only* Traumatic Telepathy:
*test one*
The subject seems to be capable of digging through the minds of those in the room with him to find their deepest fears and most humiliating moments. After no less than five minutes in the room with him our volunteers were relieved and the test was cancelled. The result appears to be minor damage to the psyche of the recipients. Further tests will be required to determine the full extent of this ability.
*test two*
The subject is apparently capable of inflicting delusions and psychosis on those present and uninsulated from his psychic abilities. After a longer exposure of approximately thirty-three minutes volunteers were released from the test and the subject was exercised according to standard procedure. My final recommendation is that the further tests be canceled and that the subject be properly monitored and psychically dampened. The manifest psychic powers appear to not be a part of the subjects ability to communicate and house Spirits; however they appear to be a side effect of undamped powerful possessions. My conclusion on the subject is that these powers are a result of the Subjects possession by a Class 5 or greater non human psychospiritual entity. Caution is advised in any further use or test of the subject’s Telepathic and Psychokinetic abilities.
Pre-existing conditions: Liam is prone to sleepwalking and occasional bouts of insomnia. This can occasionally be disturbing for those who witness it as he may often appear quite cogent or wake when it happens. |
44,001 | 1,205 | 1 | 377 | 25,988 | Ashleigh hadn't left the academy. She had spent the break essentially closed up in her dorm room, doing very little. She hadn't wanted to go home, and her mother hadn't pressured hertoo. Even now, with Paulina's bracelet, Ashleigh still had difficulty with others emotions. While it wasn't overwhelming, she prefered to keep her own company. Being out there...she wasn't ready to face it. She still had nightmares , of that night. If her healing ability hadn't kicked in, Ashleigh would be dead. During those nightmares, Ashleigh had initially caused terror, until the bracelet had been made for her.
She looked at it, a simple piece of bling that wouldn't attract attention, the runes on it somehow prevent the complete use of her empathy. Thereby dulling her healing effect. Ashleigh still wore gloves, despite the effectiveness of the bracelet. She wore black gloves, which flowed easily to the long sleeved black shirt she often wore, leaving the only bare skin she showed as her face. Giving a soft sigh, she rolled over on her bed. Students would be checking in, old ones zooming through the process and new ones going through the deary process of first admission. She already had her schedule, getting there early to retreive it, and had retreated back to her dorm once she had.
Glancing about her, ashleigh took out a small bag, with three white pills in it. She hadn't touched the drugs for a few months, but they stil held a lure to AShleigh. She even felt some effect with them, now that she had the bracelet. But was it even worth it, now? Giving a heavy sigh, she put the pills back in their hiding place again, knowing one day she would succumb and take them, that she wasn't strong enough to get rid of them, strong enough to resist them.
She supposed she should get up, and go to the gym. She didn't want to be dragged there. Rubbing her eyes, Ashleigh grumbled to herself, rising and changing clothes. She pulled her hair back, and grabbed the book she had been reading. They can't say I didn't go, but they can't make me talk with anyone She thought to herself, tucking the book under her arm, she started out to the gym, deliberately getting there early to find somewhere she could sit by herself, she sat in a corner, and opened her book, immersing herself in it. | Ashleigh Shephard
"Look, you don't understand, people are complex. Their emotions are even more so. You put that altogether, not being able to stop feeling it, and it would drive you crazy too"
Appearance:
Asheligh stands at 5"6, her black hair extends to her shoulders, her brown eyes are deep and troubled. She has a light skin tone, and a fine complextion. She has a scar under one eye, faded and old. She typically wears dark clothes, almost "Punk" Like.
Personality:
Ashleigh is a troubled individual. She keeps to herself, prefering her own company then the heart ache others can bring. She is a quite, almost soft young woman. She rarely raises her voice, and indeed she rarely voices her opinion, prefering to watch situations as they happen. She rarely lets anyone come close to her, for fear of getting hurt again.
She is however a rather kind individual, willing to put aside her own fears and doubts for others, particularly if she cares about them. If she can be convinced to let someone it, she will be a valuble asset. However, she considers herself weak and suspetable, based on her past.
History:
Ashleigh was born addicted to drugs. Her mother hadn't been aware she was pregnant, until she was 7 months along, and by then it was too dangerous to clean up her act. So Ashleigh was born a drug addict. As both went through care to become clean, her mother vowed to do anythhing she could to stay clean, and give Ashleigh the life she deserved.
Ashleigh however was a troubled individual. Her abilities affected her immensely, and by the time she was 12, she was once more a drug addict, taking whatever she could get her hands on, she didn't care as long as it helped. By 15, she had been in and out of hopsitals, rehabs and other such facilities more times then she'd been in school. By 16, she was in love and had cleaned up her act.
By 17, she was near death, beaten up by the one person she thought she could love forever. This was when her mother had to stop holding on, and having heard about the acadmey, she sent Ashleigh there, for she couldn't deny that Ashleigh didn't have special gifts.
Metahuman Classification:
A living curse That's what Asheligh thinks of her abilties. She wishes she never had them, and constantly seeks ways of dulling their affects on her. But she can never get rid of them. Even drugs lost their effect, once Ashleigh found she could heal herself. A living curse, and one she can't escape from.
Empathy
This is Ashelighs main ability, it's strong, and it causes her pain. The ability to feel others emotions, to constantly feel everything going on around her. She can't control it, can't stop the torrent of emotions. She can control peoples emotions, but she prefers not to.
Telekinesis
This is actually Ashleighs only power she doesn't wish gone. The ability to make things move? She thinks its way cool.
Healing
The ability to heal might be someone elses dream, but for Ashleigh, touching people is hard, that explosion of emotion...she can't take it. The ability to heal comes from the mere fact she can follow emotions to the source of the injury, and then use the bodies own empathic state to heal. While it is effective, it exhausts both the user and the patient, and as such there is a risk for large injuries.
Allergies:
None
Pre-existing conditions:
Addicted to drugs. |
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