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51,502 | 1,394 | 11 | 2,246 | 3,527 | Flint listened intently then stood up "Right away sir" Flint remarked saluting as he left. Officer Lewis hot on his heels "Well it beats guarding a hallway all day" Flint remarked to Lewis as they began to walk to the Habitations Department. Flint counted the numbers of the rooms until he got to F12. Flint knocked on the door "Make yourself presentable" He barked through the door and , after waiting 3 minutes, he swiped his ID card and the door quickly opened "Come with us " Flint said authoritively . He knew that the least the subjects knew the better and so he wasn't about to explain where he was going or what he was needed for. Even Flint didn't know the last question but he knew by now it was best not to ask questions. He looked to Officer Lewis behind him then looked back to the subject. Wondering just how he got to becoming a Test subject. | Name: Flint white - SecurityCode:117
Age:27
Gender: Male
Class: (3) Security Officer
Appearance:
Information: He has only been in the foundation for about 2 years now. He takes his job very seriously and is always ready to keep the peace within the organization. Flint was part of his police forces armed response before joining The Foundation and so has had extensive firearm and hand to hand combat training. He also understands that to keep with the interest of The Foundation sacrifices have to be made including human lives. He will take orders very seriously and will do anything The Foundation needs him to accomplish. |
51,503 | 1,394 | 12 | 1,629 | 491 | Never drop your fucking guard!
Repetitively slamming a thumb against the circular buttons upon her wireless game console controller, making an occasional awkward jerk away from the television before her as to nearly destroy the controller's analog sticks, Tyler Finch spat a cry of frustration at the small screen. Watching with annoyance as an dagger wielding gladiator was decapitated by another warrior wielding a sword and shield combo.
"Oh, come on!" The girl let the black controller fall from between her small hands. Leaning back, Tyler also let her lean body fall back, allowing her head to fall upon her bed moments after the controller had landed in her cross legged lap. "How can Spartacus suck ass when the game's called 'Spartacus'?" As she spoke, she let her hazel eyes trail over the ceiling of her room before moving them over the rest of it.
Her 'den', as she often referred to it, was of standard Foundation layout. Its floor littered with old magazines and white walls filled with tiny fist sized holes. All in all, it was what many would call a mess, save for the little section next to her television in which her game console sat. After arriving, it had been the only thing she had asked the Foundation for. Since then, she had made a habit of asking for a new game every time she helped with a new specimen, the last of which she had been disappointed with.
With a sigh, Tyler rolled over onto her side. Trying to recall all the specimens she had worked with in an attempt to keep her mind busy. To remind herself that her life had made a difference. | Name - Christian Aulurien Cross - #3653
Age - 34
Gender - Male
Class - 4, Field Agent
Appearance -
Information -
Born within the Olympia Medical Center on March 30th to civilian Mary-Ann Bastion and Sergeant Carl Bastion of the U.S. Marine Corps, Christian was raised primarily by his father following his mother's death during his birth. As part of the third generation of the military family that was the Bastions, Christian was raised on an tedious military-esque regime. He attended Emerson Middle School in his early youth, from which he was suspended six times. Thrice for fighting, Twice for Destruction of property, and Once for assaulting a member of faculty.
Following his graduation, Christian then attended University Highschool. There, he was also suspended twice for fighting, as well as once for an incident involving the exposure of his genitals to an female classmate. Despite his behavior, his grades remained at an constant high, and he was recognized several times for his sport related talents. Football being his primary sport.
At eighteen years of age, Chris joined the United States Air Force, serving as a pilot and marksman. In addition to flying fighter planes, he demonstrated outstanding firearms handling, was trained rigorously in hand-to-hand and knife combat, and took part in numerous missions overseas. Leading Chris to eventually become fluent in Spanish in addition to English. He has been described by his commanding officers as "uncompromising", "possessing unwavering dedication" and having a "high level of adaptability". However, Chris was constantly coming into direct conflict with his superiors. Unable to settle these disputes, he chose the path of early retirement at around twenty-four years of age.
After leaving the Air Force, Chris spent two years drifting across the U.S. before eventually settling in New York City; where he was involved in an incident related to an active plot of terrorism. During the incident, which came to be publicly known as the 'Vanishing of flight 113'; an US Airways jet destined to arrive in Los Angeles out of LaGuardia Airport, was hijacked by a group of terrorists. Having appeared to have suddenly, and utterly, vanished from all sources of radar. Chris, whom was a passenger of said flight, was given special notice by the air martial aboard the flight as 'a key contributor' to the 'nullification' of the terrorist plot. Public records have him listed as deceased, alongside twelve other casualties.
According to the testimony of Senior CIA operative, Isaiah Haynes, Chris was primarily responsible for the safe repossession of flight 113 after Haynes suffered several shots to an leg. Chris, with some aid from Air Martial Kyle Smith, Single-handedly subdued or eliminated all hostile forces, and performed an emergency landing. Allowing for the safe return of the nearly two hundred hostages, as well as the aversion of the planned kamikaze bombing of the white house.
Following these events, Chris, whose legal name was changed to Cross in wake of his 'death', was recruited by the Central Intelligence Agency at age twenty-seven. Where he served as an clandestine asset. During his five years with the CIA, Chris has been noted as an 'invaluable asset', whom is 'exceptionally efficient' as well as 'remarkably perceptive'. Chris has also become fluent in Arabic, Russian and French during his time with the agency. In addition to earning a Bachelor of Science in Aerospace Technology. According to Current CIA records, Chris is listed as MIA. Unofficially though, he is presumed to have been killed in action.
At the age of thirty-two, Chris was recruited into The Foundation. Having all record of his previous life, if only for the second time, erased. During the two years he has served as an Field Agent, Chris has been noted to have become exceedingly prone to reclusiveness. There seems to be only a select few individuals within the foundation with which he maintains in contact with, and fewer still whom know him as anything other than 'Agent 3653'. |
51,504 | 1,394 | 13 | 1,589 | 1,925 | John shrank down in his seat as he felt Miles' gaze bore into him harshly for a few moments, 'Yup, definitely screwed the pooch there...' he thought to himself as Miles readdressed the security officers in the room. The young doctor quietly finished smoothing out his hair as the officers saluted and stormed out, then cautiously raised his hand, "Sir? We ARE here because of a new anomaly or entity of some sort, right? If you don't mind me asking, what do we know of it thus far?", the doctor flipped his pony tail back over his shoulder, "I mean, it would allow me to produce better results if I had something to go on, rather than walking in with nothing to go on." he stated calmly. John fidgeted ever so slightly in his seat at the thought of a new entity to research, John began tapping his heel against the floor rapidly as he bounced his leg and started twiddling his thumbs together, however aside from that, he showed no signs of excitement, the last thing he wanted now was the be reprimanded or having his professional status called into question for childish behavior. | Given the fact that no one else seems interested in this Rp in the free roleplay section, I guess that i'll have to suck it up and post my CS here seeing as you accepted it already.
Name - John Charles Alexander
Age - 19
Gender - Male
Class - ⓶ Researcher
Appearance - Here. (My laptop never seems to let me post pictures, only the links. Sorry)
Information - John is an extremely intelligent individual, he was first noticed by the organization when he entered college at the extremely early age of fifteen where he proceeded to outclass nearly every other student in the scientific field. Be it chemistry, biology, anatomy, or forensics, John excelled, and continued to excel for the next three years until graduating with a Bachelor's degree in microbiology. Having entered the preferred age bracket, John was quickly approached by the Foundation and offered a job as a researcher. He's been with the Foundation for a bit under a year now, and seems to thoroughly enjoy the work he does, even if he can't tell anyone about it.
Additional notes: Despite his genius John can become easily sidetracked if he finds something interesting during his research, resulting in him completely forgetting the original purpose of his research and focusing on the new development, sometimes for days on end. He's been given medication to help him focus on his actual assignments rather than what he finds interesting, though he often makes complaints that 'the meds make it harder to think freely'. His specialty within the foundation is working with anomalies of a viral or parasitic nature. |
51,505 | 1,394 | 14 | 1,596 | 430 | Sanja ignored the distracted response of the research admin. She received his file and then opened it. While reading the file quickly she noted the names.
"Good. Thank you doctor. I will go see to the containment of the specimen."
Sanja quickly left the office and proceeded to go to the contained specimen. Taking notes from her memory she began to think of a possible containment cell for the specimen. It was small, and judging from the way it hunted, it was most likely not powerful. Its only real weapon was its speed and toxin. She assumed anything near the mouth of the specimen would be clamped down hard. But until she knew full details on what it was capable of, she would want it frozen and kept under drugs the whole time. Sanja pulled out her pad and relayed a message over radio coms to all officers in the vicinity a message.
"To all security personnel assigned with the duty of guarding specimen 007. This is ECS Officer Sanja Grimaldi speaking. You are to treat this a medium class containment. No deadly force to be used unless of immediate breach of the facility, but only under my order. That is all."
Sanja then proceed to walk over to where the specimen was being held. Watching from behind the windows to observe the researches directly dealing with the specimen. She hoped it would be still be subdued enough to test on. She touched the button to activate the microphone to research room.
"Is the specimen currently active? Please do a scan of the containment chamber for movement before opening the box. We do not need and unnecessary deaths here."
Sanja then rose and watched the steel box with cold intent to do her job. | Name - Markus Geist #9341
Age - 27
Gender - Male
Class - ⓵Test Subject
Appearance
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- 6'4" tall, 180.5 lbs, brown eyes, dark shaggy hair, caucasian/native american with a tribal tiger tattoo running up the length of his back and around his bicep.
Information - Leading a rather unremarkable life, Mark spent most of his childhood sleeping through classes and getting into fights. Attending a prestigious academy for boys, Mark constantly found himself being the target for bullies. He didn't get into the school through good grades, but rather through his wealthy parents. His father was the co-owner of a global marketing firm and his mother was lead designer on a top fashion company. Though with all their money and busy lifestyles, they never thought to pay any real attention to their child. Instead, Mark was raised by the various nanny's that were hired to take care of him. As time went on, he developed a disinterest in the world and stopped being productive, spending most of his time scribbling random doodles and drawings onto the pages of countless notebooks and school books. Despite his increasingly detached behavior, nothing ever changed.
At the age of 18, Markus decided to leave and find a place where everything didn't seem so monotonous. Taking a chunk of money, the clothes on his back, a guitar he never learned how to play, and a motorcycle he got for his 16th birthday. After a few years of roaming the US northern countryside, Markus found himself low on funds and in need of a place to stay. It hadn't helped that he spent most of the time partying, drinking, smoking, and staying at hotels every night. So he decided to make some change by selling his random scribbles on the beach to tourists. They would already buy anything, but his drawing were unique. They almost seemed to tell a story, somewhere in the splotches and spirals that littered his artworks. If that didn't work, he could always just draw them a picture of themselves as it usually wasn't hard...and people love to see themselves. With his free time, Markus learned to play the guitar, and was able to earn more money. Soon he had everything he needed but a home.
It was about a year after this that Markus was approached by one of the Foundation recruiters. They didn't say much and were gone as fast as they came. But in their wake, managed to leave a pamphlet that peaked his interest. It promised money, food, shelter, and a whole bunch of other mumbo jumbo. Among it all was the promise of science and adventure. It was a very vague read, not telling much about who it was that was offering these jobs or what it was that they did. All that was listed was a location. After being picked up with a group of other recruits, Markus soon found himself being reigned in and debriefed as a level 1 test subject class personnel. The experience was new and unknown and for the first time in many years, he felt excited.
Now, with all documents finalized and background checks done, Mark now awaits his first assignment at the new strange place. Unsure of what to expect, he maintains a "Bring it on" attitude. |
51,506 | 1,394 | 15 | 331 | 55 | After a long flight to Foundation HQ, Polyester steps off the plane and breaths in a breath of fresh air. The air felt unusually moist, but that did not matter. He was here for a new specimen to be shipped all the way to Wrangell island. After a short walk, he walked into the area where the foundation where small amounts of research was being done. After some walking, he managed to figure out where this transportation and research is taking place and they needed a facility for Specimen 007. After some poking around and observations, he managed to find where Sanja was doing some sort of tests. After arranging for the specimen to be taken to Wrangell island, he was allowed to enter the room, and so he stepped in. Taking a quick scan across the room, he found Sanja and approached her.(Or him) "So, when are these tests going to be done? I have scheduled the location for the specimen. | Name: Polyester Homes
Age:35
Gender: Male
Class: 7, Department administrator of the ECS
Appearance:
Information: He joined the foundation at 25 years of age. He has proven to be a intelligent recourse and has proven to be efficient at multitasking. He seems very disinterested in women and seems to prefer to work alone if possible. His skin is unusually pale. |
51,507 | 1,394 | 16 | 2,246 | 3,527 | That is Confidential information Flint looked down to the mans id card "test subject 9341 follow me" He said aloud as the three of them began to walk back to the briefing room. Flint still wondered the past of this subject and how desperate they would have to be to work this job. That was if they where here by choice anyway. The long walk was dull. Flint repeating the same line whenever a question arose from the subjects mouth "That is confidential Information." They soon got back to C-17. Flint slung his rifle onto his shoulder once again and swiped his card. They walked in, the two officers either side of the subject, and stood close to the door awaiting orders. | Name: Flint white - SecurityCode:117
Age:27
Gender: Male
Class: (3) Security Officer
Appearance:
Information: He has only been in the foundation for about 2 years now. He takes his job very seriously and is always ready to keep the peace within the organization. Flint was part of his police forces armed response before joining The Foundation and so has had extensive firearm and hand to hand combat training. He also understands that to keep with the interest of The Foundation sacrifices have to be made including human lives. He will take orders very seriously and will do anything The Foundation needs him to accomplish. |
51,508 | 1,394 | 17 | 2,498 | 675 | After her order. A technician sitting infront of the computer panel began to work. Soon a lasor scanner swept the containment room. The technician raised his head after a moment.
"No movement detected mam!"
Sanja turned her head to him and nodded. Now she knew it was relatively safe. She allowed the subject to be removed from the containment box. She spoke over the coms into the containment room again.
"Go ahead and prepare specimen for tests. "
Then Sanja was greeted by some one. She turned to face the new person. She then remembered him as the ECS admin. She had read his profile. Not much was avalible about him to her. He was simply a research admin.
"Good morning dr.polyester. The immediate testing will be done shortly. I have just received the transfer notice. But you will have to wait until I have determined a safe way to contain the specimen before any transferring as is protocall. "
Sanja cooly turned her attention back to the specimen. | Name - Phoebe Sophie Jones
Age - 30
Gender - Female. (Sex is female too.)
Class - Researcher
Appearance - link ((Yes, that's the chick from Adventures in Babysitting.))
Information - Phoebe Jones was a devout atheist (for lack of a better term) before taking this job. She's greatly interested in legends and myths, from ancient legends and folklore to modern religion. She attributes human's many superstitions to our nature: we are afraid of the unknown, so he invented stories to fill in the gaps. Science manages to do this, so science slowly replaces our legends. Why does the sun rise and set? Not because of a fiery chariot, or the steady push of a scarab beetle, but rather because the Earth moves. Her interest in the mind inspired her to obtain a Master's in Evolutionary Psychology. She wrote a book on the psychology of superstition, which one of the top researchers in the Foundation read. Of course, many of her theories were wrong, but her process was sound, and she wasn't a bad writer. That researcher approached her with a job. At first, she thought the man was joking. She played along with the "joke" and accepted. He gave her the location of the headquarters, and she arrived to find a legitimate business. She didn't believe until she saw "the bump in the night" pacing around in its cell. |
51,509 | 1,394 | 18 | 1,596 | 430 | Markus raised an eye brow as Flint denied him an answer. "Of course that's confidential..." As he was ordered to follow, Markus complied. There was no reason to resist which led him to wonder why these guards were so heavily armed. "We're not in danger are we?" He asked only to receive the same answer. "Well that's comforting..." All the corridors, rooms, and hallways they passed through seemed to mimic eachother as the gained access through each door. Some hallways were more populated then others, filled with workers rushing off to unknown places. In the distance, the echoes of intercom orders called out over the hum of conversing personnel. "Wow...are we almost there?" To his dismay, not even the simplest questions received a different answer, as he was continually presented with the same sentence 'That is confidential Information.' Markus sighed. "Should I just give up asking you questions? Wait lemme guess...that is confidential Information." He said in a mocking tone as they arrived at C-17. | Name - Markus Geist #9341
Age - 27
Gender - Male
Class - ⓵Test Subject
Appearance
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- 6'4" tall, 180.5 lbs, brown eyes, dark shaggy hair, caucasian/native american with a tribal tiger tattoo running up the length of his back and around his bicep.
Information - Leading a rather unremarkable life, Mark spent most of his childhood sleeping through classes and getting into fights. Attending a prestigious academy for boys, Mark constantly found himself being the target for bullies. He didn't get into the school through good grades, but rather through his wealthy parents. His father was the co-owner of a global marketing firm and his mother was lead designer on a top fashion company. Though with all their money and busy lifestyles, they never thought to pay any real attention to their child. Instead, Mark was raised by the various nanny's that were hired to take care of him. As time went on, he developed a disinterest in the world and stopped being productive, spending most of his time scribbling random doodles and drawings onto the pages of countless notebooks and school books. Despite his increasingly detached behavior, nothing ever changed.
At the age of 18, Markus decided to leave and find a place where everything didn't seem so monotonous. Taking a chunk of money, the clothes on his back, a guitar he never learned how to play, and a motorcycle he got for his 16th birthday. After a few years of roaming the US northern countryside, Markus found himself low on funds and in need of a place to stay. It hadn't helped that he spent most of the time partying, drinking, smoking, and staying at hotels every night. So he decided to make some change by selling his random scribbles on the beach to tourists. They would already buy anything, but his drawing were unique. They almost seemed to tell a story, somewhere in the splotches and spirals that littered his artworks. If that didn't work, he could always just draw them a picture of themselves as it usually wasn't hard...and people love to see themselves. With his free time, Markus learned to play the guitar, and was able to earn more money. Soon he had everything he needed but a home.
It was about a year after this that Markus was approached by one of the Foundation recruiters. They didn't say much and were gone as fast as they came. But in their wake, managed to leave a pamphlet that peaked his interest. It promised money, food, shelter, and a whole bunch of other mumbo jumbo. Among it all was the promise of science and adventure. It was a very vague read, not telling much about who it was that was offering these jobs or what it was that they did. All that was listed was a location. After being picked up with a group of other recruits, Markus soon found himself being reigned in and debriefed as a level 1 test subject class personnel. The experience was new and unknown and for the first time in many years, he felt excited.
Now, with all documents finalized and background checks done, Mark now awaits his first assignment at the new strange place. Unsure of what to expect, he maintains a "Bring it on" attitude. |
51,510 | 1,394 | 19 | 331 | 55 | They always think that, it's not like an island wo- Polyester suddenly stopped his sentence, he probably should not question orders that he did not receive himself, besides, they had to transfer it somewhere anyway. "It's only scheduled for consideration after immediate research is completed. There is always a chance. Besides, this place is secure enough for now." This is just one of those times that the foundations head makes little to no sense. A island would be a lot safer, considering the fact the specimen would have to swim miles and have to go through the chilling waters, coupled with natural predators. The specimen could escape the facility in a bad scenario and run freely in the public free to murder everything until someone finally wised up to just kill the damn thing. "No one told me if I had to follow the researcher to their tests, am I supposed to do that? Or is the ECS not supposed to see these tests, where usually supposed to go, but this seems a little different." | Name: Polyester Homes
Age:35
Gender: Male
Class: 7, Department administrator of the ECS
Appearance:
Information: He joined the foundation at 25 years of age. He has proven to be a intelligent recourse and has proven to be efficient at multitasking. He seems very disinterested in women and seems to prefer to work alone if possible. His skin is unusually pale. |
51,511 | 1,394 | 20 | 1,629 | 491 | Make yourself presentable. We're opening the door.
At this Tyler jumped, her bright eyes glaring at the door with excitement as she quickly sat up upon her bed. Although she was already partially covered by her neon orange jumpsuit, she quickly hoisted her arms into it's sleeves and zipped it up as to cover her bare chest. Finch then leapt up and off of the bed. Feeling uncomfortable under the tight clothing, which was only so because she had long out grown it yet didn't care to request a new one, Tyler then unzipped the top of the jumpsuit as to reveal her cleavage and lessen the tightness in her chest. The girl had only just bent down as to tighten the laces of her black steel toed boots when the door shot open.
A mere meter for the doorway, Tyler was clearly visible in the moment that the steel door electronically opened. As she had looked up, hoping to catch the faces of the men whom had been sent to retrieve her, she was caught of guard by the sudden mass of white light emanating from the bright hallway. Thus, she was temporarily blinded and unable to notice the manner in which the shorter of the two men hungrily stared down her shirt. Smirkingly eyeing her whiles as his companion spoke. It was only after she had decided to stand in compliance with their request to exit her room that she noticed the shorter man suddenly avert his gaze.
She growled audibly. The words "I'm up here dwarf" being spat at him the instant she moved passed up and began to follow the apparently more profession of the two security officers. Her eyes an continuous squint as she tried to adjust to the bright lighting of the hallway. | Name - Christian Aulurien Cross - #3653
Age - 34
Gender - Male
Class - 4, Field Agent
Appearance -
Information -
Born within the Olympia Medical Center on March 30th to civilian Mary-Ann Bastion and Sergeant Carl Bastion of the U.S. Marine Corps, Christian was raised primarily by his father following his mother's death during his birth. As part of the third generation of the military family that was the Bastions, Christian was raised on an tedious military-esque regime. He attended Emerson Middle School in his early youth, from which he was suspended six times. Thrice for fighting, Twice for Destruction of property, and Once for assaulting a member of faculty.
Following his graduation, Christian then attended University Highschool. There, he was also suspended twice for fighting, as well as once for an incident involving the exposure of his genitals to an female classmate. Despite his behavior, his grades remained at an constant high, and he was recognized several times for his sport related talents. Football being his primary sport.
At eighteen years of age, Chris joined the United States Air Force, serving as a pilot and marksman. In addition to flying fighter planes, he demonstrated outstanding firearms handling, was trained rigorously in hand-to-hand and knife combat, and took part in numerous missions overseas. Leading Chris to eventually become fluent in Spanish in addition to English. He has been described by his commanding officers as "uncompromising", "possessing unwavering dedication" and having a "high level of adaptability". However, Chris was constantly coming into direct conflict with his superiors. Unable to settle these disputes, he chose the path of early retirement at around twenty-four years of age.
After leaving the Air Force, Chris spent two years drifting across the U.S. before eventually settling in New York City; where he was involved in an incident related to an active plot of terrorism. During the incident, which came to be publicly known as the 'Vanishing of flight 113'; an US Airways jet destined to arrive in Los Angeles out of LaGuardia Airport, was hijacked by a group of terrorists. Having appeared to have suddenly, and utterly, vanished from all sources of radar. Chris, whom was a passenger of said flight, was given special notice by the air martial aboard the flight as 'a key contributor' to the 'nullification' of the terrorist plot. Public records have him listed as deceased, alongside twelve other casualties.
According to the testimony of Senior CIA operative, Isaiah Haynes, Chris was primarily responsible for the safe repossession of flight 113 after Haynes suffered several shots to an leg. Chris, with some aid from Air Martial Kyle Smith, Single-handedly subdued or eliminated all hostile forces, and performed an emergency landing. Allowing for the safe return of the nearly two hundred hostages, as well as the aversion of the planned kamikaze bombing of the white house.
Following these events, Chris, whose legal name was changed to Cross in wake of his 'death', was recruited by the Central Intelligence Agency at age twenty-seven. Where he served as an clandestine asset. During his five years with the CIA, Chris has been noted as an 'invaluable asset', whom is 'exceptionally efficient' as well as 'remarkably perceptive'. Chris has also become fluent in Arabic, Russian and French during his time with the agency. In addition to earning a Bachelor of Science in Aerospace Technology. According to Current CIA records, Chris is listed as MIA. Unofficially though, he is presumed to have been killed in action.
At the age of thirty-two, Chris was recruited into The Foundation. Having all record of his previous life, if only for the second time, erased. During the two years he has served as an Field Agent, Chris has been noted to have become exceedingly prone to reclusiveness. There seems to be only a select few individuals within the foundation with which he maintains in contact with, and fewer still whom know him as anything other than 'Agent 3653'. |
51,512 | 1,395 | 0 | 1,488 | 243 | The Apocalypse has decimated much of the Western Mainland, Krankton County has seen the least amount of damage and destruction, Yegmor County not as lucky and the other regions are said to be void of life. Thrivenshell, the life jewel of the Krankton County, is perhaps the only standing and remnant imago of a civilized community. Other settlements and communities were either completely destroyed by the Storm, looted to the very timbers or witnessed unspeakable carnage from the madness the Apocalypse has brought. It has been two rough years since the Apocalypse first announced its grim presence, and took the world by storm, leaving men equal to beasts and monsters with no empathy for life. One man, with the aid of a few, was able to restore the destroyed town of Thrivenshell back to its former glory, a lot should be discussed as to how it was done, but the townspeople and the newcomers appreciate it enough to keep a silent curiosity.
Baron Garef
The Baron's Palace, a mansion on the outskirts of town.
"Baron, the men are ready for your address today at Town, should I have them escort you there?" Said a man in a polite tone, dressed well in a kind manner, groomed and good smelling. The Baron was just about finished with his cufflinks, putting on his black coat and adjusting his pose before the mirror.
"Appearances Grimly, they make a man or break him. It doesn't matter what sort of inclination or good intentions one harbors, if the appearances don't match. I take quite the pride in the image I try to show people, and certainly it is the image I consciously know is best." The Baron walked over to Grimly, patted him on his shoulder and held his eyes confidently, "And a paranoid Tyrant is the last image I have the desire to bestow upon my fellow men."
The Baron walked out of his dressing room, the sun rays penetrating the white shades, he decided to wake up early that day and beat the townspeople to the Plaza. The image he perhaps was trying to radiate is that of a kind and confident leader, beneath his skin however crawled anxiety and a sense of doubt. For the past two years everything was in control, no matter how short the town ran on resources, or how many times rogue mad men attacked, it was all in control. So it must have been something that awakened a newly found doubt in the Baron, something that he must have seen in his deep slumbers. An omen, or perhaps just the facts that his personal town inspector has been feeding him last week. Thrivenshell is running low on important resources. Ammunition is running low, the wells are drying out, the food corps are not yielding enough harvest, and the morale is in constant downfall. Thrivenshell would be fine for the next three months, but then it will begin its slow but exponential downfall, men will tear men for a piece of meat.
Decisions had to be made, things are to change, his Elites should be put to a new sort of use. The Baron decided today was the best day to address the townspeople on the situation, on the fear of his doubts, for today marked the town's two years anniversary of rebirth and sustenance of life.
"Grimly, if you happen to see Breckinridge on your way to town, please tell him should things go south, I have full blind trust in him." The Baron got out of his mansion through the main door, whistled for his stead, a man walked it to him. "Elisif, you are beautiful today. Thanks for the care Bradle." The man bowed his head in silence and walked back to his post.
The Baron caressed the silky black braids of his Elisif, he took his time giving back to his horse, whatever he thought he was giving back it worked to stimulate the horse. He got on top of it, mounted it like an old King would, and marched alone to Thrivenshell's main Plaza. On his way he saw some farmers waking up, he greeted them with a wide grin and a confident gesture. His insides were slowly betraying him, but he fought the dread of building doubt by appreciating the beautiful skyline. The Elenor mountains brushed against the horizon, blurred but never absent. The Apocalypse may have taken the humanity of many, emptied places of life, but it could never take the grace of the skies.
The Baron would eventually reach the Plaza and wait to meet with the Sheriff before beginning the day, his men and a few of the Elites would follow him when more people presented themselves. He never wanted to be surrounded with armed men, but many attempts at his life in the past taught him that blind trust in the good of the environment is a fool's way. | Name> Baron Garef
Gender> Male
Age> 46
Appearance> Baron Garef has a very serious and intimidating facial build, a grotesque pose that matches the impression his face gives off, and the deepest voice in the Krankton region. He always dress in formal wears that are mostly dented with dirt and blood from his many battles. The most noticeable feature about the Baron is perhaps his mustache and his sharp eyes, others might instead eye his wedding ring that belongs to his long dead wife, Madame Tabitha. The Baron is tall, he is taller than the average man and has a very striking presence, he walks calmly and with ease within his fancy attire.
History> Before the Apocalypse the Baron still had his title, nobody ever called him by his real name, which doesn't happen to be 'Garef' either. Some of the folks in the Thrivenshell village argue about the true origin of the Baron, some have talked about the possibility that their Mayor Baron is the same wanted man that once terrorized the neighboring Yegmor County. Words of his massive bodycount, various heists, assassinations and lootings. This story however doesn't have any proof as yet none have gone to the Yegmor County and came back in one piece, so the people who had second thoughts just stuck with the story the Baron himself once told his townspeople.
The Baron was born in Yegmor to a landlord and an artisan mother, he lived a rich and happy life, his childhood was void of any personal conflict. When he was older he was sent to the Yegmor Academy to learn the ways of banking and business, he graduated with honors and moved back to his hometown to expand his father's real-estate business. He married Tabitha Yohan when he turned 28 and decided to move to the Yegmor City, there he expanded his business farther and gained massive amount of fortune, fame and reputation. When the apocalypse happened, he never knew what caused it, or what it really was, the Baron decided to take what little money he could and escape with his wife to the neighboring Krankton County.
The way to Krankton was harsh and brutal, the apocalyptic storm was still at its peak, sweeping sand and despair all through out the world. Those that survived were either gravely injured or turned mad and gruesome, the cruelty of the storm led to a band of merchants turning into murderous hunters that attacked the Baron's convoy. Tabitha was murdered, and the Baron was spared with nothing but a huge grief and stolen fortune. He was left alive, one of the hunters simply recollecting to another, "His eyes are carrying a blaze that could burn this world anew."
The Baron never mentioned how he ended up as the mayor of Thrivenshell, but the few people that survived the apocalypse and used to live in the town simply claimed he appeared out of nowhere and claimed an office that was greatly needed to be filled. It has been two years since the Baron first claimed the chair for mayor, and since then he has made quite an impact on the entire Krankton region. He has his own army, called the "Elites", that he uses to guard his town, look for other survivors, scavenge resources and fight his fights. He has his own palace and farm on the outskirts of the town that is heavily guarded.
Personality> will be explored in the OOC.
Abilities and Skills> Leadership, master gunslinger, adept in social skills and a masterful trader and businessman.
Weapons> An armory in his Palace, but his favorite weapon is his custom made six-shooter revolver that is painted black and red. He also has a massive dagger always hiding beneath his coat.
Alignment> Neutral
Family and Friends> Deceased wife, Tabitha Yohan |
51,513 | 1,395 | 1 | 2,236 | 903 | Judge, please... you know me. We went out and killed that Lead&Whiskey gang together, remember? Remember that Judge? You want to leave Lily a widow over an accident? Judge! I was drunk Judge! Beauregard! I- I didn't mean to do it, please!
The man standing at the gallows was in hysterics at that point, tears flowing freely down his face. Indeed, Judge did remember the John Ford, remember Lily. They had been his friends all these years since John joined his posse that began his career. A career that sadly brought them to this current situation.
His eyes coldly swept over his old friend, and then over the crowd. His shouting had begun to stir a couple of them, making them question whether what they were doing was right. Judge had no such questions. Justice was above friendship, keeping the town from chaos was above friendship. Above allowing a drunk man to murder another for insulting his wife.
If John had killed once while taken by drink, who was to say he could control himself next time after going free? No. There would be no mercy this day. Slowly, Judge raised his hand to silence the crowd, and his old friend's sobbing.
"This is the result of drink. Men lose control of themselves, and become beasts. A bullet for an insult is not justice, and I will not tolerate murder within the town of Thrivenshell. John Ford is a man I have held great respect for throughout my life, but his crimes are that of a common animal. For that, he shall receive the gallows, not the sword."
A young deputy, William, stepped behind John and put a black hood over his head before the man could begin protesting once more. Lily let out a final wail before collapsing, and the deputy checked the noose before giving Judge a nod. It was time.
"Because I hold such respect for John, I have made sure the rope is long enough to make his death quick. Those of you who are his friends can be assured he will not suffer. For the peace of Thrivenshell, I sentence death upon John Ford. May this serve as a warning against drink, and beastly instincts."
When he spoke the final words, the floor fell open beneath his old friend, and a sickening snap echoed out across the small crowd. The body would remain there for a day, before being taken down for a proper burial. Judge would pay for the service himself, being set in his duty did not make him a monster.
Not that he suspected Lily would forgive him regardless.
He turned away from the site earlier than usual, the Baron would be speaking soon, and it was customary for Judge to accompany the man. He could suspect what this was going to be about, the people weren't stupid and rumours had been spreading already about the lack of resources. Prices had already began to rise across the board in town, the bullet John had wasted the night before was easily worth a meal at this point.
Rounding another corner, he spotted the Baron and his entourage. He gave a nod of greeting before falling in next to the man.
"John Ford was hanged today, an old friend and a shame. Drink overtook him and murder resulted, I would caution again against letting the stuff be sold." | >Picture<
Name> Beauregard "Judge" Moore
Gender> Male
Age> 35
Appearance> Judge is often called a warm man with hard eyes. Both could be called his 'true' self, or perhaps his personal and professional self. He often has a smile for his friends, of which he has no short supply in town. These days, that smile is surrounded by the beginnings of a beard, and his ever-present mustache. The stress of his career was beginning to see the colour fade from his hair early, but the reddish brown still showed prominently. He tends to forego the popular duster jacket in favor of more 'civilian' clothing, only dressing heavier for his rare rides out of town.
To a first time observer, what sticks out most is his prominent limp, one of his legs replaced by a near worthless prosthetic. He always joked that it meant he had one less limb to worry about in a firefight, but it effectively put an end to his days of leaving town. In a firefight these days, he'd much rather work methodically behind cover than try to keep up with a fully-able young man.
Physically, he was well muscled, if not extremely large. His role as the man who carried out justice in town meant he needed to stay fit, so when required he could make a clean cut of a man's neck with the broadsword that always rested at his side. At his other hip rested a rather ordinary looking revolver, although a keen observer would note both it's craftsmanship, and unique barrel.
History>Beauregard, or "Judge" as most of the locals know him, grew up the son of a local saloon owner. The son of two alcoholics, he often found himself looking back on his childhood with disgust, but at the time it had seemed normal enough. Indeed, drink was the most common vice in the region, so he supposed it was normal enough in the end, although that didn't seem to stop most others from taking up that same vice when they were of age to.
He was trained from an early age from the lawmen that frequented the saloon in the use of firearms. He decided when he was just a boy that he wouldn't be taking over the family business, having understood that drinking changed men, usually for the worse. At first, of course his family was furious, but he had younger siblings, and it was decided at the very least he could help escort the shipments that were brought in for the saloon.
And when he came of age, that was exactly what he did. In truth, it was mostly uneventful. The saloon was successful enough to hire adequate protection, and while the region was never particularly safe, there were always easier targets for looters. Still, it was not an easy life, and the few times their cargo came under attack he proved himself a competent gunman, not prone to panic.
However, as the years went on competition sprang up in town, and the excess of his parents' habits increased as well. Bad decisions were made, loans were taken, and shortly before turning twenty-five Beauregard found his home, and family, had turned to ashes. Standing in the burnt out ruins of the saloon, he made a crucial decision; while he had little love for his family or the business they did not deserve their fate.
At least, not at the hands of loansharks.
Begging to be deputized by the lawmen who trained him, Beauregard set out to see some proper justice done. It wouldn't be a hard hunt; everyone suspected the local "Lead&Whiskey" (as the called themselves) gang of doing the deed. They had been suspected of numerous incidents throughout the region, particularly against the debt-ridden.
Assured they wouldn't need help, he set out with the sheriff to the edge of the Elenor mountains where the gang was known to have set up camp. The two figures of the law set upon the outlaws and... talked. Beauregard sat, both dumbfounded and boiling with rage as the sheriff was treated to a glass of his family's whiskey, and joked with the gang for hours. Finally leaving them with a warning to lay off the funny business for awhile before the two made their way back towards town.
"See? Now we'll have a couple months of peace from them, the order's maintained."
It was the only explanation he was given, and he never asked for another. Never demanded a reason for why they were allowing murdering thieving arsonists to live. Instead, he waiting until the two were a ways away from the camp, and drew his pistol.
A single shot behind the head while the sheriff rode ahead of him. It was an execution, and Beauregard watched as the blood was absorbed by the ground beneath them, like corruption leaving the world. It was then that he was set in his duty, the region needed true law. Not corrupt sheriffs, not gangs allowed to roam free and burn families, not the illusion of order, but real stability.
Steeling himself for the bloodbath he planned to invoke if the town believed him, he buried the sheriff and rode back to town. Screaming at the top of his lungs for revenge, the Lead&Whiskey gang had opened fire at them as they approached, and the sheriff had been struck in the ensuing firefight. He called for a posse, and the town answered him gladly. The everyday men and women had seen the gang causing trouble without repercussions for years, and the few deputies who were in on the sheriff's corruption were forced into silence at the town's call for blood.
In all, twenty men were picked, and Beauregard was chosen to lead them to the gang's encampment. They fell upon the gang at dusk, and against a group that expected to be left alone for months, it was a total massacre. The entire camp was burned to the ground, much like his family's saloon, and the bodies were left out to rot. A final testament to the townspeople's rage.
That night was the only time Beauregard ever drank until he was completely drunk. He had heard stories about that night since, and each time he thought back on it he shuddered. Womanizing, firing his weapon in the air with no regard for public safety, ripping his shirt off while singing songs of merriment in the middle of the street.
He was a lunatic, if a happy one, while wasted. He prayed for the sake of his reputation alone that it would never be allowed to happen again.
In spite of that, though, he earned the respect of the townspeople for his swift action against the Lead&Whiskey game, and was quickly elected sheriff. Things... changed then, most would say for the better. Crime was dealt with swiftly, the gallows always had a man hanging from them, and he began carrying a sword. The latter was for criminals that held his respect, and partly to appease the local gentlemen who threatened to take their businesses elsewhere if any of them were forced to swing from the gallows in public view.
As the rate of imprisonment and executions rose, crime began to taper off. It was the bloodbath he had predicted, and it nearly cost him his position more than once. However, its effects could not be denied, and by the time he was thirty "Judge" had gained the region's respect and support.
Then the apocalypse hit, and all his work was seemingly undone overnight.
Scarcity created desperation, and at the end of the world there wasn't anything that couldn't be called scarce. During the massive storm, his home collapsed with him inside it, destroying his right leg and leaving him crippled, if alive. Unable to personally lead parties against bandits in his present condition, he focused on keeping order within town. It was his pride that the residents hadn't descended into chaos and destroyed themselves. However, keeping order wasn't enough to keep the town alive. They needed supplies, they needed business, and Judge was woefully unable to provide either.
Then the Baron showed up out of nowhere, half dead but with a fire and determination in his eyes that compelled men to follow him. Judge watched his ascent to power with fascination, and a little worry. However, when he saw the results of his tenure as mayor, his respect for the man won out over his wariness. At the very least, he had helped keep the region alive, and the two formed a sort of partnership when it came to the law.
Judge never considered himself one of the Baron's elite, a fact that he made very clear to the man in private, but he supposed the townspeople saw it that way. Still, the two were on as good of terms as he supposed the Baron was with anyone, and until he was given proof the Baron was on the wrong side of the law, Judge gave the man his open support.
Personality>Despite the harshness of his role in keeping order, Beauregard tended to be a relaxed individual when not performing his duties. Having seen and sorted out the mess that partaking in excess always seemed to cause his fellow man, he was not one prone to drinking. Sure, you could occasionally find him at a bar, giving patronage to the owner, but his glass usually sat full in front of him while he chatted up the locals, keeping an eye out for signs of trouble.
His most notable, and troubling to some, trait was his ability to 'switch off' that relaxed amicable side of him to carry out his duties. He was a fair, but harsh instrument of the law. He would lend an ear to extenuating circumstances, but mercy was rare unless truly deserved. Order had become something of a religion to him since the collapse of the world, and maintaining his vision of it became his purpose in life. Wealthy or poor, man or woman, nothing was above justice.
Abilities and Skills> The ability to 'switch' off his emotional side when keeping the law. Less of a quick draw expert, as an expert at maintaining a high level of gunplay once lead starts flying, steady results over immediate effect. If forced into the situation, he is a competent swordsman, although he prefers using it for executions than combat. Other than this his reputation, if considered a skill, was extremely good within the region, and he could find much support from the locals when required.
Weapons> A rare revolver from a now dead gunsmith, fires from the 6-O-Clock position, reducing recoil. Also a broadsword, mainly for use in executions of the gentry. In his rare trips out of town, he also carries an ordinary over-under double barrel shotgun.
Alignment> Lawful Neutral
Family or Friends> Many friends, however he's been more or less married to the law for his whole life. |
51,514 | 1,395 | 2 | 1,708 | 213 | The Rift
The depths of the Rift can be a place that harbors and homes much madness and feelings of being lost, in time, of purpose and of humanity. Ruth could never recollect how he got to where he is, the last thing he remembers was tracking the Devil outside of Thrivenshell. He was laying down, devastated both in his mind and soul. He looked around, sand, and no sign of life. He tried to get up on his feet and have a sense of direction, he looked up where the sun burned in a shy glare. It must be one hell of a climb, the top of the Rift seems like an impossible far, how was he ever able to get this deep into the Rift. He wonders, ponders, and checks his revolvers, battered and crying sand as he gave them a shake and put them back in his holsters.
The clearing where he was slumbering in seemed pretty large to attract the behemoths of the Rift, but his skin is intact, he wished his sanity was. The devil must have lured him deep down, only to shock him with the revelation that Ruth was spiraling down into his own grave. Ruth looked around, tried to examine way out of the Rift, somewhere somehow he needed to get out and resume his manhunt. Devilhunt.
"Morning Handsome." It was a soft voice, one that alludes a virgin lamb caretaker, calling him out in a distant echo. He balanced the voice inside his head, made sure it wasn't something his brain produced. The voice called again for his name, in the most delicate tone a voice can have in this cursed wasteland. He finally saw the source of the lullaby, and he certainly hoped it was a figment of his imagination.
"You are?" Ruth replied conservatively, his fast gunslinger fingertips at the ready on the butt of his revolver. The figure spoke no more, instead it got up and walked slowly and quite smoothly away into a cave. Ruth followed after, calling out again, but the figure kept luring him into a darker place. "Come, I want to show you something now that you are awake."
Ruth followed, the figure began to take shape as his head became much more pristine, it was a woman. Her hair was black, her skin was reflective with a blue hue, and she was naked except for a huge transparent sheet wrapped around her. She had a body most women would kill for, a voice the local bards would sell their souls for... his thoughts went a bit too far, he suspected the presence of the devil. She glared at the thought and smiled, "come now, the Devil can wait Ruth."
He followed. Fingers at the ready, though he wasn't sure his bullets would do. | Name> Ruth the banished raider of Thrivenshell
Gender> Male
Age> Unknown
Appearance> Ruth is anything but hard to notice, anything but remarkably distinct and shiver-causing sight. He wears an attire that was very familiar and ordinary to the streets of Thrivenshell, even though what he cloths his skin is just a past remnant of that, it is slowly decaying. His black hat is filled with bulletholes, his shirt ripped at the shoulders, his arms naked to the sandstorms. He wears a massive trench-coat that is perfectly fitted, and wickedly spread with bulletholes and sword slashes. His entire attire is black, with the exception of a red cloth he wraps around his arm.
But what really is distinct about Ruth is probably his face, a person poor in the knowledge of horror and macabre of the Krankton County mythology might mistake it for a mask. It was a mask at some period of time, but the decaying scars and markings on Ruth's neck signifies a much more diabolical nature to his mask. The skull mask embedded itself into the flesh of Ruth's once human face, it is now part of his being. The jaws are fixed, he can't move it any way and the eye-sockets gleam of eternal ember light. Everything about Ruth is gritty and despicable to the human eyes, perhaps not the eyes of the inhabitants of this wild barren part of the world, but they sure get creepy when the sun has fallen down to its place.
History>
The town of Thrivenshell did thrive on various sources of income and resources, it is after all named the way it is named for that matter, and one resource Thrivenshell was keen on thriving on was Legends. The Krankton County by nature is a goldmine of Legend and myth, its unusual terrain or placement in the world might be one cause, or perhaps just the amount of atrocities committed in the last 100 years. Of these legends, few of which talk about a dragon nesting up in the Elenor Mountains, comes the most interesting and intimate Legend.
Three Hundred years ago, it was said a father of three who worked as a hired gunslinger made his daily travel to the outskirts of the Krankton region, hunting down escaped outlaws or savage Goblins. This gungslinger was the best in the entire Western Mainland, however he lived a humble life in the old Thriveshell town. He always came home with a grin on his face, and food to feed his family. It all went well for him, until one day the devil came knocking on Thrivenshell's own doors. It is said the devil himself had it with this gunslingers war against his dominion, and had struck a deal with him to spare Thrivenshell of a mighty destruction in exchange for the gunslinger's ability to fight. The gunslinger, looking at his family and fellow townspeople couldn't risk their lives for his own pride, so he took the deal and he regretted it madly.
The devil took the gunslinger's own family, slaughtered them in the main Plaza of the town, hanged their entrails on the windows all around. It was never really clear why the devil chose to do what he did, or why he betrayed the bargain, he is the devil after all. Historians tried to debunk this Legend, some even claiming the Devil was none other then Charle Borgart the Third, a mad serial killer that once escaped the grasps of the gunslinger.
After his family was murdered, the gunslinger of Thrivenshell swore to track down the Devil to his lair and cut his throat and drink his sacrilegious blood. He had the local blacksmith forge him a mask that would hide his identity and cover his shame. The gunslinger, now armed to the teeth and filled with the power of vengeance went after the Devil to the very depths of the Rift. There it is said the Gunslinger of Thrivenshell went and never came back, however sightings of him on his ebony stead trudging the Ethern deserts have been reported in the last twenty years. The Legend of the Gunslinger of Thrivenshell became known all throughout Krankton as Ruth the banished raider of Thrivenshell. Historians traced this legend and were able to pinpoint a name or two, there is two possibilities, one Ruth Armgere, and another Ruth Eastwich. And the two are very much little known, and hence the legend became nothing but a frightening story told to rebellious kids that would dare leave the premises of Thrivenshell at night.
Then, the Apocalypse hit, and with that all the demons and nightmares of Krankton come bursting out of its holes, rifts, and caves. Ruth managed to climb out of the Rift and is now seeking meaning, recovering from his long sleep.
Personality> Unknown
Abilities and Skills> The greatest Gunslinger in the Western Mainland, or so does the legend claims. Further skills and abilities are currently unknown due to the nature of the character.
Weapons> Double revolvers, hunting knife, supernatural attitude.
Alignment> Chaotic Neutral
Family and Friends> All deceased |
51,515 | 1,395 | 3 | 1,821 | 1,687 | Katherine Marlo
The Legend of One-Eyed Iris
"King Me!" A scrawny man called out in victory as he pressed his advantage. He had his opponent in a full rout and there was nothing she could do about it as he excitedly flipped his red checker token to reveal the faded and worn image of a yellow crown. It was his third king while his opponent had none. He was going to win. Again. "So, Katherine, did you want to give up now or shall I drag out your punishment?" He asked snidely with an emphasis on the woman's name, trying to rub in his victory. Much to the disappointment of the clearly skilled checkers player, his opponent did not react his mocking question but rather, he noticed a slight twitch at the mention of the woman's name. For a second, it almost seemed like both parties shrugged off the comment as an awkward silence washed over the room but then the woman spoke.
"Why did you use my real name?" Katherine asked plainly, sounding almost uninterested in the answer. The scrawny man's head dropped as he averted his gaze from the Katherine's cold stare. "Oh, well, I just thought since we weren't... You know. A part of that anymore. I figured we were over the nicknames." The man brought his head up when he finished but the moment he caught sight of her 'bad eye' he couldn't look anymore and instead turned to admire the barred view of the outside. A man was being hung today and the man knew that his day with that rope would come soon.
Maybe it was the silence that had come back or maybe it was the prospect of dying but the man felt the need to ask one last thing despite fearing the reaction of such a heavy question. He figured he was a dead man anyway so why not ask. "Why did you do it?"
Katherine's good eye flickered and it almost went unnoticed but the man always had been good at picking up on subtle things like that. In truth, Katherine had always admired the man for his brain. How the man, who could have been a doctor or teacher, ended up taking the route he did, the woman would never know.
For the third time, silence seemed like it would be the woman's answer to the man's question but after a minute, finally she responded. "In my position, what would you do?" She asked, still not betraying her emotionless monotone state. The man sighed with a slight annoyance that he was answered with yet another question, but he would oblige. "Honestly, Katherine, Iris, or whatever you want to be called, I probably wouldn't have made the same decision."
The answer was a surprise to Katherine and she tilted her head, slightly squinting her eyes in question of the man. The man waited for a brief moment to allow Katherine to interject but nothing came so he continued. "Higgy, Pint, Bison.. YOU killed them and betrayed ME so I ended up here!" The man grabbed the black iron bars of his cell and shook his arms as if trying to rip the bars open. "You betrayed all of us and out of all of us, you let Lars escape! The worst piece of shit to ever walk this fucked up world!" The man removed one hand from the iron bar and slammed his arm against the cold iron as he vented his frustration. "I mean come on! If you were to let anyone escape it should have been me!" The man pulled away from the bars of his prison cell and rubbed his skinny arm where it had hit the bar. "Ugh. Forget it. It is too late now and I doubt you'd be willing to take my place." The man said, sounding more tired than angry at this point.
Katherine rose from her seat, remaining quiet as she moved her chair and the checkerboard away from the cell before standing before the man's cell. "Goodbye, Zip." The monotone woman finally betrayed her emotionless tone and added a similar sarcastic taunt to the Zip's real name as he did with her just moments ago. Zip threw his hand up, ushering the woman to leave and turned to face his view of the gallows just as in time to witness another man be hung by the Judge of Thrivenshell.
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The Baron was gathering his Elites in the plaza today and as one, Kate was expected to be there. While it may be a compliment to some, it felt like a collar to the ex-convict who hung in a limbo state for her formal pardon. Until the day she could acquire the last remaining member of the Higgy Bottom Boys, she has been bound to serve the Baron and his whims. The man reeked of something but Kate only had a good eye for trouble and never a good nose to sniff it out and the Baron was as careful as could be with his secrets.
Kate had mounted up and proceeded to the plaza just in time to see Sheriff Beauregard complain about losing his 'friend' to the drink. Kate's good eye wandered up to gallows and saw the hooded man gently sway in the wind. Though Kate's brief impression of their relationship told her that she had no reason to believe that Beauregard had actually cared for the man enough to prevent the man's hanging, she had to admit "Judge" sounded very serious in regards to banning alcohol entirely. "Yes, you surely seem to be in grief over your friend, Judge." Kate said aloud as she rode up alongside Baron and Judge. "I suggest a pint of the drink will ease things for you." She added with a smirk, hinting at her snide taunt. | Name> Katherine "Kate" Marlo, AKA One-Eyed Iris
Gender> Female
Age> 24
Appearance> Looks can be deceiving and Kate certainly likes to be deceiving... Kate is about average height for a female, has a very median build but noticeable muscle definition. Her skin tone is slightly tanned with freckles on her face. She bears a few scars, mostly on her torso, and of course, she has her blind eye, bleached of any color. She mostly remains expressionless with a dead stare, only displaying emotion when putting on an act. At one time people thought Kate had quite a soft and soothing voice but as time has past, she sounds a bit hoarse as if she has needs to cough or something. Usually dresses up in something comparable to a lawman, complete with a dirty duster and a weathered hat.
History> The original Marlos were nothing special. Jesse inherited a small Yegmor County ranch from his father, married, and had kids for a cheaper workforce. They were gentle, law-abiding, and God-fearing folk. They weren't ever ones to get into any trouble and would always welcome the weary traveler, offering what little they could. To many, they had wished little ill upon the Marlos and their small, insignificant ranch. Yet, there were a few malicious souls that took advantage of that kindness.
A few local ruffians, as Jesse liked to refer to them as, would eventually find themselves back on the ranch with empty bellies or empty purses. Intimidation goes a long way and seeing as Jesse had a lot to lose, he obliged which often lead to skimpy portions for the family and a struggle to make end's meet. Of course this little 'happy' arrangement wasn't meant to last. Something had to break and eventually it did.
Kate remembers the day well, right down to what she had for breakfast that morning. The day out in the fields had gone without a hitch and the kids were all on they're way back when they noticed the ruffians hitching up at the house. As the kids approached, Kate remembers each of their smarmy, condescending laughs even to this day. She hated it. She hated them, but she was only fifteen. What could she do? She had dreams about getting her sweet justice, most involving a kitchen knife and a series of slow, agonizing deaths.
Despite Kate's fantasies, she had come to expect this was just going to be another visit. Another night to go hungry and deal with their accursed laughing. But tonight was going to be different and she'd take back all of her morbid dreams to reverse what had happened. That night, Ezekiel, eldest brother at 18 years, had finally drawn the line when he witnessed his mother, Mary, abused by one of ruffians. Ezekiel's chair screeched before crashing to the ground as the boy rushed the one that hit his mother and tackled him to the ground, attempting to strangle the man.
At first, everyone was in disbelief. Nobody moved. Then the ruffians realized what was happening and were quick to pull Ezekiel off their comrade. But they didn't stop there. There was a price to that outburst and they beat the boy. Worst yet, the ruffians made the family watch at gunpoint. The Marlos were unknowingly witnessing Ezekiel's death and they were powerless to stop it.
The men left after claiming some money and the rest of the food and on their way out, they started laughing again. Maybe it was Ezekiel lying motionless on the ground but Kate had finally had enough! She ran to the kitchen to claim her dream weapon and attempted to charge out after the ruffians. Her father stopped her and let them go. After everything they did, Kate's father didn't do a thing to stop the men. The man was a coward and at that moment Kate realized it. She hated her father from then on, refusing to speak to him out of protest for his lack of inaction. She'd come to regret that later when the Apocalypse would sweep over the land and Jesse Marlo would give his last breath to ensure his children would preserve.
The Apocalypse would devastate the Yegmor County family and only two from the family of seven would make it to Krankton County and eventually Thrivenshell, Jacob and Kate. Jacob was still too young to bear the full effects of their family history but Kate remembered it all. She was changed now and her outlook on life would forever be marred by her history.
New life in Thrivenshell would be tough for two rather young children. A hasty boarding house was made up for the lost children and while Jacob went willing, Kate refused. She didn't want to live in a depressing orphanage with a bunch of helpless kids, Jacob included. She wanted to be making her own way, but she mostly wanted revenge. The going was tough but she quickly became a vagrant urchin, stealing for survival. Through time, she had gotten good at taking care of herself, namely theft, but she had also gotten to know other criminals through her trade. Eventually a young renegade then known as Jack Higgins, offered Kate a spot on his newly formed posse. Kate accepted. Thus, the Higgy Bottom Boys had their final member and soon everyone would know the name.
It was tough to start but after raiding a few weaker wasteland parties, the Higgy Bottom Boys got better at it and their equipment improved drastically. As the years passed on, they were got scary good at robbing and killing, challenging anyone who dared brave the wastes. They were on top and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Of course with all this prosperity came its troubles. Petty arguments over loot and riches were commonplace and their leader, Jack, was absorbed more and more into his greed to settle posse disputes. Tensions were bubbling and finally, Kate knew this wasn't going to last as the group was getting sloppy and lawmen were getting close.
In a last ditch effort to clear her own name, Kate betrayed her posse by killing Jack, Francis, and James. Barry managed to slip away in the chaos and Kate wounded Zip but didn't kill him. She needed someone to vouch for her and bringing one of the Higgy Bottom Boys alive was her best bet at getting her clean slate.
It was dicey but Kate struck a deal with Thrivenshell and offered Zip, along with nearly all the loot they had captured in return for her absolution. She kept some of her preferred equipment with her and she was bound to a condition to find and bring in, or kill, the last remaining Higgy Bottom Boy in order to clear her name entirely.
Personality>
It is kill or be killed according to Kate's moral compass. She puts herself in front and is willing to go to any length to preserve herself or her interests, taking a tactile thinking approach to any of her problems. She is very cold to the idea of helping people and is considerably distant. Despite her crudeness, she does possess a soft spot for families with children. Along with that, she has a tendency to at least try and abide by her word nowadays, seeing as her days as a outlaw are done. Still, she probably won't like you but maybe willing to tolerate you. It depends.
Abilities and Skills>
Top notch Marksman with rifle, Convincing Bluffer, Skilled Assassin and Thief
~Magic Eye~
So you are probably wondering about the eye... Well, it is actually more than just a blank cornea. It actually does provide Kate with sight but not quite the sight you were thinking of. Her eye is strangely altered by magic to be able to zoom and focus on command, meaning she is deadly accurate at a range.
Weapons> Sharps Sharpshooter Rifle, 6-Barrel Revolver, Derringer Pocket Pistol, Knife
Alignment> Lawful Evil
Family or Friends>
Mary Marlo (Mother) - Deceased
Jesse Marlo (Father) - Deceased
Ezekiel Marlo (Older Brother) - Deceased
Ruth Marlo (Younger Sister) - Deceased
Matthew Marlo (Younger Brother) - Deceased
Jacob Marlo (Younger Brother) - Living in Thrivenshell, works as carpenter, married has one son
~Higgy Bottom Boys~
Jack "Higgy" Higgins(Associate) - Deceased
Barry "Warg" Larson(Associate) - Living, dead if Kate ever finds him
Francis "Bison" Webb(Associate) - Deceased
Zip "Doc" Wyatt(Associate) - Living, currently imprisoned awaiting his hangin'
James "Pint" Avery(Associate) - Deceased
~Ruffians~
Billy Rogers (Enemy) - Unknown
Thomas Waite (Enemy) - Unknown
Fred Hart (Enemy) - Unknown |
51,516 | 1,395 | 4 | 2,051 | 204 | The blistering yellow light beat down on these plains white sands heavily. Severt B. Forbes followed wherever the rays pointed. These days did not mean much more to him anymore, but it wasn't something he minded. Forbes had always wanted to see the world his way. It was a shame he no longer had a horse to traverse these treacherous lands, so that would mean camping out more and taking longer breaks under the stars. For now he was calm, a little peckish and hydrated; expect for his hands, charred like leather that grabbed for his waterskin as he took a deep swig, water dribbling down his cheek. Forbes wasn't far from a city, one of the best civilizations he has seen since the apocalypse in fact. It wasn't of his intentions to arrive here, but perhaps he could find something of interest. A number of old travelers he met up with prior to his journey spoke of demons that roamed around this area, and rumors of spirits that now walk the earth in physical form to fulfill some kind of devotion. That was a concept Forbes only partially understood, but could perceive very well. May it be man, monster, or phantom, he was ready for anything.
Upon approaching the city a gust of wind blew through the area causing Forbes' worn duster coat to flare behind him exposing the two sandalwood grips of his .40 double action revolvers, and a sack that hangs over his torso via sling. In response his hat was tipped downwards to avoid getting an eye full of dust brought up from the ground below. His toes curled slightly and the wind began to settle down, and his keen eyes narrow to where he can inspect his surroundings and get a good look at the town. Forbes always liked to be aware of his environment and he always was, it made him feel more comfortable. This was a town of an unknown name, at least to Forbes as he proceeded onward into the settlement before him.
Quaint little place it is. he thought to himself, pondering one slow step after another. I seemed to have a pretty even population, citizens here and there doing their own thing. It was interesting to see how the world moved on, how such simple things could become commodities. By far, this had been the most well off town that Forbes has strolled into since the last two years. Infrastructure looked passable, if not comfy and the feeling of dread no longer hanged over him. A smoothly rolled tobacco cigarette burned halfway down was crossed to the corner of Forbes mouth once he took a long drag and released a plume of gray smoke into the air. It dissipated above him as he wandered to a table of three young, ugly looking folk with forlorn expressions on their faces. For a second he said nothing, standing next to them before speaking in his deep tone that hadn't been used for days.
"Boys know where I can eat?" | Severt B. Forbes
Gender> Male.
Age> 41.
Appearance> Forbes stands at about 6'2" and 170 lb with a lean yet toned build that gives him a distinct frame. He has a tanned white skin tone and his facial features are chiseled but gritty and old; often found shadowed by the thick stubble that covers the side of his face, upper lip, chin and goes down part of his neck. Forbes eyes are of a piercing gunmetal blue, and his hair is dark brown, combed back and grown to medium length. He is often seen wearing a worn brimmed hat, dark in color and woven together with thin rope, and a long coat or some sort of poncho fitted over his rawhide vest and faded light blue cuffed shirt.
History> Forbes story starts off early in his childhood when his mother used to sing lullabies for him as she rocked him gently in the wooden cradle that always creaked with agony. His mother had no job and always stayed at home to tend to her motherly duties around the wealthy happy life that Forbes lived in as an only child. His father was a blacksmith, but was also rumored to once be a gunslinger before retiring. Forbes has never believed this, and thought his father to be far too strict and disciplinary to be one himself. Every so often Forbes will still yearn for his past, not because his present is dreadful, but of how he reminisces over the enjoyment he had. Often he would spend time out with two of his best friends: Elsworth and Aubrey. He grew up experiencing a good education in a small town infamously known for its public executions. Forbes was shielded most of the time in his youth from seeing these but did witness a few of those hangings in his lifetime before they were finally halted. To this day he still remembers them, not as a horror, but just a reminder of his origin.
It wasn't until his teenage years when Forbes' father hired him a mentor to improve his survival skills and wielding of firearms. It did not occur to him why he did this, but he went along with it learning a variety of tricks and skills along the way. Forbes trained hard and learned the art for years onward until suddenly something life changing happened. His mother was murdered by his father in cold blood. This was not out of anger, but his motivation relied on a test of his son Forbes. As the next gunslinger in his family he must vow to kill his father with a weapon of his choice not including a firearm. He took a stick with a pointed rock at the end to make a spear and attacked his father head on. With tears welling in his eyes he plunged the edge of his weapon through the chest of his father, killing him on the spot. At his death, Forbes' father told him to check his shed. Upon inspecting the area of his father's workspace he found two finely crafted and custom made revolvers to signify a test passed.
Since then Forbes has gone rogue and left behind what was left in his old town to travel the world and see what may be out there for him as the new gunslinger in his family. As the unforgiving apocalypse swept through the world, Forbes was no slowed down but jumped from place to place, hiding out in various areas on his journey into the unknown. He picked up on a trail of magic and spirituality which molded him into the person he is today.
Personality> Forbes could best be described in one word as an antihero. He lacks the moral ambiguity and idealism that is so praised by heroic culture. He does not display very much emotion unless he feels he needs to. Despite this, he has a developed (and quite dark) sense of humor that often comes off as dry. There is a certain bravery that Forbes obtains in order to maintain calm and collected within dangerous situations, and it's his gut driven will that has kept him independent throughout the world as it moved on. Generally he is laid back and friendly, but does not hesitate to take initiative.
Abilities and Skills> Expert marksman/gunslinger, agile & quick reactions, grit & calm thought process, and master navigation.
Weapons> Two double-action six shot revolvers, large hunting knife, enchanted relic (used to ward off spirits, demons and not succumb to temptation when activated).
Magic> Hypnotic Revolvers: Forbes does not harness any substantial magical ability, but what he obtains is mostly noted as a "skill". When spinning his revolvers around his fingers in a rapid manner, he may hypnotize the target in which watches him move the guns. This puts them in a deep trance (this way information can be extracted), or causes them to fall asleep.
Flaming Dust: When blowing or tossing any form of sand or dust, Forbes may choose to have these particles give off a bright, dull yellow glow which burns any victim that the dirt lands upon. In some cases the friction caused has been known to create small flames that can be used for torture methods.
Alignment> Chaotic neutral.
Family or Friends> Steven - Father (deceased).
Claire - Mother (deceased).
Elsworth - Friend (unknown).
Aubrey - Friend (unknown). |
51,517 | 1,395 | 5 | 218 | 293 | The scent of campfire smoke wafted through the still crisp air of the morning, it was only a few hours before dawn and Black Fox had made good time by dim grey light of the waxing moon. She could see the dying orange glow of the camp coals below from where she knelt on hills ridge. Earlier that week there had been talk among a few of the outskirt farmers that three unsavoury sorts on horseback had been seen skulking around the crop borders of Thrivenshell, once word had reached the Baron's guardhouse Black Fox suggested that she was the one to investigate. Performing her own private rituals she donned her tribes charcoal stain hunting markings across her face and set off on her fastest horse.
It hadn't taken more than a few hours to find the group of after she picked up their trail. The 'yellow-skin' or Wasichu by her native tongue were obviously inexperienced or careless, perhaps both as they left the Thrivenshell boundary and followed them from a distance as the twisted burning sun set behind the dry barren landscape.
Scrawny tired looking horses were tethered not to far from where three sleeping bodies lay in the dirt around the campfire and Black Fox slowly began her silent decent down the ridge towards their temporary camp. Earlier in the evening Black Fox had listened to the fools talk of their plans to begin raiding the outer farms of their supplies or ever they could get their grubby fat hands on as they sat around their fire filling their bellies with drink. They didn't know how well voices carried in the darkness. A distant high pitch howl echoed in the distance as Black Fox Swift moved in on the trio, unsheathing her smaller pointed skinning knife she whispered a prayer into the morning air.
Her decision was made without hesitation.
Her method would be quick but brutal.
Her ancestors would be pleased.
***
Dust kicked up and swirled around her tall bay mounts causing him to snort heavily as rode along the road, reaching down she rested a hand on the crest of his long black mane. It was just before mid morning when she reached the guard camp with three extra horses in tow, the guards on duty knew better and took the horses without question as Black Fox continued on towards the town plaza. | Full Name: Inola-Kohana (Translates to 'Black Fox Swift')
Known as: Black Fox or Fox.
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Appearance:
Typically wears a mix match of self made tribal and townsfolk clothing. Hand me down leather boots under patched well worn tanned thick buffalo hide full chaps, patched long sleeve shirt with a red fox skin vest over a boyish figure. A thick dark grey neckerchief scarf hides a collection of necklace pendants around her neck of various animal teeth trophies- some small and reptilian while others larger and from those of a howling canine. A well worn dusty, sweat stained black rabbit felt wide brimmed hat hides two long braids of straight thick charcoal black hair and pair of deep set of sorrowful chestnut eyes. Her features are rather masculine with high set cheekbones and strong jawline like her father while she received her height from her mothers lineage, just a fraction taller than 5'6. She carries herself proudly and gracefully despite the harsh whispers of the misjudging townsfolk.
History:
Not much of Black Fox's history is known to outsiders she refrains from speaking too much about her clan and upbringing. What she has revealed to The Baron and few select others is she was born into a large native tribe (as youngest with four older brothers) that once resided around the base of the Elenore mountains. Quickly she excelled hunting and trapping large and small game. As the years progressed so did her techniques, when she reached her teens she soon outranked many of her clan brothers and began hunting much larger and exotic game. But her true skills emerged as she began her studies under the tribes 'Grandmother' - The eldest and most respected medicine woman.
How she came to Thrivenshell is also a topic of speculation. No one really knows when or why she arrived. She began to make occasional appearances in Thrivenshell's trade centre a few months after The Baron arrived in town quietly trading medicinal provisions and skins from a wide range of twisted worldly fiends. But as time past it became distinctly clear that Black Fox was associated with the Barons Elite. Some say she was bought from traveling slavers and now uses her skills in servitude to The Baron. Others believe she was a gift from the her tribes Chief for safe passage in his travels.
Whatever the speculation the truth is only known to themselves.
Personality:
Black Fox projects an enigmatic but shy demeanour amongst those not familiar but to those few who are lucky for her company find her naturally curious, patient, strong willed and decisive.
Abilities and Skills:
Apothecary/herbalism/healer- Elderberry for pain relief, thistle tea for stomach aches and feverwort to break a fever. Just a few remedies known but you cannot make what you need if you cannot find it. Black Fox knows the land in its decaying state and is able to scavenge what she needs. With life also comes death and Fox has proven her knowledge with poisons and tinctures.
Hunting/survival skills- Every child of the tribe is taught how to hunt and survive off the land- some track small game for food others like Black Fox are conditioned to track and trap larger more vicious beasts, including humans.
Weapons: Fox carries only two visible weapons serrated bone handled hunting knife and shorter narrower hunting/skinning knife, while she is quite talented in close quarter skirmished her real talents lie within her knowledge of poison flora and fauna.
Alignment: Tries to keep a balance between order and chaos but could be swayed to a particular side.
Family or Friends: No family within Thrivenshell but associated with The Baron and the other elites. |
51,518 | 1,395 | 6 | 1,488 | 243 | The Baron reached the Palaza and there seemed to be some sort of commotion, his thoughts and doubts about the town, keeping him preoccupied all night, made him forget about the hanging of one John Ford. The Baron approached the crowd on his high horse, there was a split-second moment where something malicious was lit ablaze in his eyes, everything going slow, everyone below him. He was quick to dismiss the dreamy thought, got down from his horse and one of his men immediately took after it. The Baron greeted those that were eyeing him, shook hands with a few elderly, being extra courteous that day. He could see the Judge standing still, the Baron understood what he was going through and he certainly understood his whims of justice, and the greater good.
Judge walked over to the Baron, he was this town's sheriff and a close person to the Baron, not that they truly trust one another. The Baron always had a certain amount of respect for Beauregard however, and that respect slowly grew into admiration every day. The judge said something about Alcohol, and the Baron jokingly replied, "You worry about the gallows, I will worry about running this town, Judge." The baron held a serious face, but his reply was more friendly and he made sure that impression got through. The baron commended the judge's work, and told him he appreciated his sense of justice, even when it came to close friend. As the Baron was discussing the details of John Ford, a young One-Eyed Iris approached the two men, the Baron forced a smile and greeted. He knew this one, he heard of her story and of her commitment to redeem herself. She was working for him, indirectly, for as long as she fulfills her end of the deal, catching every last one of the Higgy Bottom Boys.
"I will deliver the speech and after that all three of us will have a drink, you included exclusively Judge. On me." The judge signaled one of his men to round up the townspeople in preparation for his speech. He came back to the Judge and Iris, they were conversing, he asked to be excused as he made his way to the Ford widow. The Baron knew John Ford, in honesty the Baron knew each and every one of his townspeople. He walked over to the widow, carefully and trying to look as humble as this harsh world would allow. He stood before Lily Ford and offered a handkerchief, she was bitter, she held her tears and had a dangerous look. One that the Baron is very familiar with. She nodded after a while and took the handkerchief, the Baron payed his respects, and before leaving he declined to retrieve his handkerchief.
"Keep it, you will give it to me tonight in my palace. There is much to talk about, and you could use the company. You are free to dismiss the invitation, but I a must insist." The Baron held Lily Ford's gentle hand, looked at the body of her husband slowly swinging in the most morbid fashion, and kissed her farewell. The Baron adjusted his lapels, his men following him as he made a fast stride atop the hanging platform. He paused, then grabbed the attention of the townspeople with a clap, "Gather around friends, family, and loved ones. There is something we must talk about, something I must address you. I don't think this will be news, or any sort of revelation hence it is a fact we are witnessing. THRIVENSHELL is in danger, in danger of crumbling from within. The causes? Demons, our own Human Nature, after all, we are living in a world that has moved on. Resources are dwindling my people, and that can cause a lot of troubles, conflicts we may deem too ugly to imagine."
The Baron kept a cheerful tone as he went on with his speech, the people were admiring his honesty and visions, some were gloomily skeptical but still saw his efforts. It disturbed him internally, the burden that lays on his shoulders, the things he must do and yet have not. The Baron men's stood beside him, two of the Elites were present, and one of the best was approaching the plaza. Fox, his favorite Elite. | Name> Baron Garef
Gender> Male
Age> 46
Appearance> Baron Garef has a very serious and intimidating facial build, a grotesque pose that matches the impression his face gives off, and the deepest voice in the Krankton region. He always dress in formal wears that are mostly dented with dirt and blood from his many battles. The most noticeable feature about the Baron is perhaps his mustache and his sharp eyes, others might instead eye his wedding ring that belongs to his long dead wife, Madame Tabitha. The Baron is tall, he is taller than the average man and has a very striking presence, he walks calmly and with ease within his fancy attire.
History> Before the Apocalypse the Baron still had his title, nobody ever called him by his real name, which doesn't happen to be 'Garef' either. Some of the folks in the Thrivenshell village argue about the true origin of the Baron, some have talked about the possibility that their Mayor Baron is the same wanted man that once terrorized the neighboring Yegmor County. Words of his massive bodycount, various heists, assassinations and lootings. This story however doesn't have any proof as yet none have gone to the Yegmor County and came back in one piece, so the people who had second thoughts just stuck with the story the Baron himself once told his townspeople.
The Baron was born in Yegmor to a landlord and an artisan mother, he lived a rich and happy life, his childhood was void of any personal conflict. When he was older he was sent to the Yegmor Academy to learn the ways of banking and business, he graduated with honors and moved back to his hometown to expand his father's real-estate business. He married Tabitha Yohan when he turned 28 and decided to move to the Yegmor City, there he expanded his business farther and gained massive amount of fortune, fame and reputation. When the apocalypse happened, he never knew what caused it, or what it really was, the Baron decided to take what little money he could and escape with his wife to the neighboring Krankton County.
The way to Krankton was harsh and brutal, the apocalyptic storm was still at its peak, sweeping sand and despair all through out the world. Those that survived were either gravely injured or turned mad and gruesome, the cruelty of the storm led to a band of merchants turning into murderous hunters that attacked the Baron's convoy. Tabitha was murdered, and the Baron was spared with nothing but a huge grief and stolen fortune. He was left alive, one of the hunters simply recollecting to another, "His eyes are carrying a blaze that could burn this world anew."
The Baron never mentioned how he ended up as the mayor of Thrivenshell, but the few people that survived the apocalypse and used to live in the town simply claimed he appeared out of nowhere and claimed an office that was greatly needed to be filled. It has been two years since the Baron first claimed the chair for mayor, and since then he has made quite an impact on the entire Krankton region. He has his own army, called the "Elites", that he uses to guard his town, look for other survivors, scavenge resources and fight his fights. He has his own palace and farm on the outskirts of the town that is heavily guarded.
Personality> will be explored in the OOC.
Abilities and Skills> Leadership, master gunslinger, adept in social skills and a masterful trader and businessman.
Weapons> An armory in his Palace, but his favorite weapon is his custom made six-shooter revolver that is painted black and red. He also has a massive dagger always hiding beneath his coat.
Alignment> Neutral
Family and Friends> Deceased wife, Tabitha Yohan |
51,519 | 1,395 | 7 | 2,051 | 204 | The three ugly boys looked at Severt for a moment and blinked. It was clear they did not understand him the first time, so he asked again.
"You boys know where I can eat?" this time a little louder.
"Might get somethin' to eat at the bar." one of the young ones spoke from the back. Severt had no idea where the bar was but never had a problem finding his own way before, so that didn't bother him a bit. He waved them off before scuffing his boots in the earth below and kicking up a small fit of sand beneath him. The atmosphere around the town was almost dreary, but that didn't stop the 41 year old from maintaining such an alert presence. Exploring the town was stopped short when a tall man wearing formal attire began towards a hanging platform and clapped to grab the attention from a conglomerate of people. It seemed obvious that he was a man who held some form of power in the town, however Forbes was struggling to find out which kind it was. By this time his hunger had set aside for a moment and was left with curiosity. He dropped the tobacco butt from his mouth after exhaling another gray cloud and stomped it out with his heel. Forbes preferred having a view of everything around him so he did not bother to approach the crowd of people, but rather listen to the man from afar.
The man didn't speak a whole lot. His voice was deep, deeper than his by some. One thing did catch the attention of Severt. "THRIVENSHELL is in danger, in danger of crumbling from within. The causes? Demons, our own Human Nature, after all, we are living in a world that has moved on. Resources are dwindling my people, and that can cause a lot of troubles, conflicts we may deem too ugly to imagine." Demons. Forbes was unsure of whether they existed but has faint memories that would suggest he has encountered one within. Lowly times these were, ever since the apocalypse. He could usually tell when someone was lying or not, he had a good sense of empathy and knew how to tell what someone else was feeling; what intentions they had in store. The man's tall figure reminded him of his childhood friend Aubrey. A man with high stature and a good head on his shoulders. This man, politician or who be it, seemed to have the same on his. This being said, he was skeptical, as he was to anyone else. When Forbes found himself a little more comfortable he approached the crowd a little more, but not too close, still just yet a little ways back.
Wonder if these citizens operate off of fear or inspiration. Severt wondered. Only time will tell. Above him, a crow spread jet black wings and sounded off. That was when he really started to listen. | Severt B. Forbes
Gender> Male.
Age> 41.
Appearance> Forbes stands at about 6'2" and 170 lb with a lean yet toned build that gives him a distinct frame. He has a tanned white skin tone and his facial features are chiseled but gritty and old; often found shadowed by the thick stubble that covers the side of his face, upper lip, chin and goes down part of his neck. Forbes eyes are of a piercing gunmetal blue, and his hair is dark brown, combed back and grown to medium length. He is often seen wearing a worn brimmed hat, dark in color and woven together with thin rope, and a long coat or some sort of poncho fitted over his rawhide vest and faded light blue cuffed shirt.
History> Forbes story starts off early in his childhood when his mother used to sing lullabies for him as she rocked him gently in the wooden cradle that always creaked with agony. His mother had no job and always stayed at home to tend to her motherly duties around the wealthy happy life that Forbes lived in as an only child. His father was a blacksmith, but was also rumored to once be a gunslinger before retiring. Forbes has never believed this, and thought his father to be far too strict and disciplinary to be one himself. Every so often Forbes will still yearn for his past, not because his present is dreadful, but of how he reminisces over the enjoyment he had. Often he would spend time out with two of his best friends: Elsworth and Aubrey. He grew up experiencing a good education in a small town infamously known for its public executions. Forbes was shielded most of the time in his youth from seeing these but did witness a few of those hangings in his lifetime before they were finally halted. To this day he still remembers them, not as a horror, but just a reminder of his origin.
It wasn't until his teenage years when Forbes' father hired him a mentor to improve his survival skills and wielding of firearms. It did not occur to him why he did this, but he went along with it learning a variety of tricks and skills along the way. Forbes trained hard and learned the art for years onward until suddenly something life changing happened. His mother was murdered by his father in cold blood. This was not out of anger, but his motivation relied on a test of his son Forbes. As the next gunslinger in his family he must vow to kill his father with a weapon of his choice not including a firearm. He took a stick with a pointed rock at the end to make a spear and attacked his father head on. With tears welling in his eyes he plunged the edge of his weapon through the chest of his father, killing him on the spot. At his death, Forbes' father told him to check his shed. Upon inspecting the area of his father's workspace he found two finely crafted and custom made revolvers to signify a test passed.
Since then Forbes has gone rogue and left behind what was left in his old town to travel the world and see what may be out there for him as the new gunslinger in his family. As the unforgiving apocalypse swept through the world, Forbes was no slowed down but jumped from place to place, hiding out in various areas on his journey into the unknown. He picked up on a trail of magic and spirituality which molded him into the person he is today.
Personality> Forbes could best be described in one word as an antihero. He lacks the moral ambiguity and idealism that is so praised by heroic culture. He does not display very much emotion unless he feels he needs to. Despite this, he has a developed (and quite dark) sense of humor that often comes off as dry. There is a certain bravery that Forbes obtains in order to maintain calm and collected within dangerous situations, and it's his gut driven will that has kept him independent throughout the world as it moved on. Generally he is laid back and friendly, but does not hesitate to take initiative.
Abilities and Skills> Expert marksman/gunslinger, agile & quick reactions, grit & calm thought process, and master navigation.
Weapons> Two double-action six shot revolvers, large hunting knife, enchanted relic (used to ward off spirits, demons and not succumb to temptation when activated).
Magic> Hypnotic Revolvers: Forbes does not harness any substantial magical ability, but what he obtains is mostly noted as a "skill". When spinning his revolvers around his fingers in a rapid manner, he may hypnotize the target in which watches him move the guns. This puts them in a deep trance (this way information can be extracted), or causes them to fall asleep.
Flaming Dust: When blowing or tossing any form of sand or dust, Forbes may choose to have these particles give off a bright, dull yellow glow which burns any victim that the dirt lands upon. In some cases the friction caused has been known to create small flames that can be used for torture methods.
Alignment> Chaotic neutral.
Family or Friends> Steven - Father (deceased).
Claire - Mother (deceased).
Elsworth - Friend (unknown).
Aubrey - Friend (unknown). |
51,520 | 1,395 | 8 | 2,236 | 903 | Judge merely grunted in response to the Baron's dismissal of his request. It was matter they'd gone over many times, and although he truly believed it would cut back on incidents and strife within town, he let the matter drop. At the very least, he figured it would make it easier to distinguish the two types of criminals. Men who turned into beasts when substances took hold of them, and monsters merely wearing mens' skins. The former was always a shame to put down, the latter... Could be described as a pleasure to hunt for the sheriff. For a brief moment, the smell of the burning Lead&Whiskey gang filled his nose as clear as the day he had hunted the monsters down, but he pushed the memory aside as a woman approached.
Of course, "a" woman was hardly the description she deserved. Iris as she was known, Judge knew not how much of the woman was beast and how much of her was monster, but he had been furious upon learning the Baron wanted her to avoid justice. The logic of it was sound, of course, the sheriff wouldn't argue against that. He wasn't fit to ride out against men of the gang's caliber, and any deputies he sent would likely be killed. The Baron's Elites could do the job well enough, but they were busy just trying to keep supplies moving into town. Yes, the logic of it Beauregard could respect, but the principle infuriated him. So far, either word of the leniency hadn't reached the people or it hadn't caused any additional strife, but if it somehow caused more crime to start springing up...
He had no time to finish the line of thought as she finished her approach, and set her eyes on him. The empty eye of hers bothered him as much as it would any man, but he never shirked from her gaze, willpower was something his job demanded of him on a daily basis. Her taunts dug deeper than he would ever allow to show, and he could almost feel his emotions clawing at the back of his mind. Love for the man now hanging. Respect for the work they had done together. Grief at not being able to share a final joke. Sympathy for poor Lily. Loneliness.
He forced them into silence though. There would be time for emotion another hour, another day. Instead, caught between not wanting to give Iris the satisfaction of a response, and needing to reaffirm his own humanity he spoke:
"It must be hard for you to understand, having to kill an old friend and companion for the greater good. Instead of killing them for your own selfish interests."
He was not interested in her response, with any luck she would die in her mission of 'redemption'. Instead he turned his attention to the Baron and his speech. It was a simple enough opening, but Judge was not privy to what the goal of the mayor was this day. He doubted it was just a simple attempt at boosting morale. Something was being set into motion today.
But what? | >Picture<
Name> Beauregard "Judge" Moore
Gender> Male
Age> 35
Appearance> Judge is often called a warm man with hard eyes. Both could be called his 'true' self, or perhaps his personal and professional self. He often has a smile for his friends, of which he has no short supply in town. These days, that smile is surrounded by the beginnings of a beard, and his ever-present mustache. The stress of his career was beginning to see the colour fade from his hair early, but the reddish brown still showed prominently. He tends to forego the popular duster jacket in favor of more 'civilian' clothing, only dressing heavier for his rare rides out of town.
To a first time observer, what sticks out most is his prominent limp, one of his legs replaced by a near worthless prosthetic. He always joked that it meant he had one less limb to worry about in a firefight, but it effectively put an end to his days of leaving town. In a firefight these days, he'd much rather work methodically behind cover than try to keep up with a fully-able young man.
Physically, he was well muscled, if not extremely large. His role as the man who carried out justice in town meant he needed to stay fit, so when required he could make a clean cut of a man's neck with the broadsword that always rested at his side. At his other hip rested a rather ordinary looking revolver, although a keen observer would note both it's craftsmanship, and unique barrel.
History>Beauregard, or "Judge" as most of the locals know him, grew up the son of a local saloon owner. The son of two alcoholics, he often found himself looking back on his childhood with disgust, but at the time it had seemed normal enough. Indeed, drink was the most common vice in the region, so he supposed it was normal enough in the end, although that didn't seem to stop most others from taking up that same vice when they were of age to.
He was trained from an early age from the lawmen that frequented the saloon in the use of firearms. He decided when he was just a boy that he wouldn't be taking over the family business, having understood that drinking changed men, usually for the worse. At first, of course his family was furious, but he had younger siblings, and it was decided at the very least he could help escort the shipments that were brought in for the saloon.
And when he came of age, that was exactly what he did. In truth, it was mostly uneventful. The saloon was successful enough to hire adequate protection, and while the region was never particularly safe, there were always easier targets for looters. Still, it was not an easy life, and the few times their cargo came under attack he proved himself a competent gunman, not prone to panic.
However, as the years went on competition sprang up in town, and the excess of his parents' habits increased as well. Bad decisions were made, loans were taken, and shortly before turning twenty-five Beauregard found his home, and family, had turned to ashes. Standing in the burnt out ruins of the saloon, he made a crucial decision; while he had little love for his family or the business they did not deserve their fate.
At least, not at the hands of loansharks.
Begging to be deputized by the lawmen who trained him, Beauregard set out to see some proper justice done. It wouldn't be a hard hunt; everyone suspected the local "Lead&Whiskey" (as the called themselves) gang of doing the deed. They had been suspected of numerous incidents throughout the region, particularly against the debt-ridden.
Assured they wouldn't need help, he set out with the sheriff to the edge of the Elenor mountains where the gang was known to have set up camp. The two figures of the law set upon the outlaws and... talked. Beauregard sat, both dumbfounded and boiling with rage as the sheriff was treated to a glass of his family's whiskey, and joked with the gang for hours. Finally leaving them with a warning to lay off the funny business for awhile before the two made their way back towards town.
"See? Now we'll have a couple months of peace from them, the order's maintained."
It was the only explanation he was given, and he never asked for another. Never demanded a reason for why they were allowing murdering thieving arsonists to live. Instead, he waiting until the two were a ways away from the camp, and drew his pistol.
A single shot behind the head while the sheriff rode ahead of him. It was an execution, and Beauregard watched as the blood was absorbed by the ground beneath them, like corruption leaving the world. It was then that he was set in his duty, the region needed true law. Not corrupt sheriffs, not gangs allowed to roam free and burn families, not the illusion of order, but real stability.
Steeling himself for the bloodbath he planned to invoke if the town believed him, he buried the sheriff and rode back to town. Screaming at the top of his lungs for revenge, the Lead&Whiskey gang had opened fire at them as they approached, and the sheriff had been struck in the ensuing firefight. He called for a posse, and the town answered him gladly. The everyday men and women had seen the gang causing trouble without repercussions for years, and the few deputies who were in on the sheriff's corruption were forced into silence at the town's call for blood.
In all, twenty men were picked, and Beauregard was chosen to lead them to the gang's encampment. They fell upon the gang at dusk, and against a group that expected to be left alone for months, it was a total massacre. The entire camp was burned to the ground, much like his family's saloon, and the bodies were left out to rot. A final testament to the townspeople's rage.
That night was the only time Beauregard ever drank until he was completely drunk. He had heard stories about that night since, and each time he thought back on it he shuddered. Womanizing, firing his weapon in the air with no regard for public safety, ripping his shirt off while singing songs of merriment in the middle of the street.
He was a lunatic, if a happy one, while wasted. He prayed for the sake of his reputation alone that it would never be allowed to happen again.
In spite of that, though, he earned the respect of the townspeople for his swift action against the Lead&Whiskey game, and was quickly elected sheriff. Things... changed then, most would say for the better. Crime was dealt with swiftly, the gallows always had a man hanging from them, and he began carrying a sword. The latter was for criminals that held his respect, and partly to appease the local gentlemen who threatened to take their businesses elsewhere if any of them were forced to swing from the gallows in public view.
As the rate of imprisonment and executions rose, crime began to taper off. It was the bloodbath he had predicted, and it nearly cost him his position more than once. However, its effects could not be denied, and by the time he was thirty "Judge" had gained the region's respect and support.
Then the apocalypse hit, and all his work was seemingly undone overnight.
Scarcity created desperation, and at the end of the world there wasn't anything that couldn't be called scarce. During the massive storm, his home collapsed with him inside it, destroying his right leg and leaving him crippled, if alive. Unable to personally lead parties against bandits in his present condition, he focused on keeping order within town. It was his pride that the residents hadn't descended into chaos and destroyed themselves. However, keeping order wasn't enough to keep the town alive. They needed supplies, they needed business, and Judge was woefully unable to provide either.
Then the Baron showed up out of nowhere, half dead but with a fire and determination in his eyes that compelled men to follow him. Judge watched his ascent to power with fascination, and a little worry. However, when he saw the results of his tenure as mayor, his respect for the man won out over his wariness. At the very least, he had helped keep the region alive, and the two formed a sort of partnership when it came to the law.
Judge never considered himself one of the Baron's elite, a fact that he made very clear to the man in private, but he supposed the townspeople saw it that way. Still, the two were on as good of terms as he supposed the Baron was with anyone, and until he was given proof the Baron was on the wrong side of the law, Judge gave the man his open support.
Personality>Despite the harshness of his role in keeping order, Beauregard tended to be a relaxed individual when not performing his duties. Having seen and sorted out the mess that partaking in excess always seemed to cause his fellow man, he was not one prone to drinking. Sure, you could occasionally find him at a bar, giving patronage to the owner, but his glass usually sat full in front of him while he chatted up the locals, keeping an eye out for signs of trouble.
His most notable, and troubling to some, trait was his ability to 'switch off' that relaxed amicable side of him to carry out his duties. He was a fair, but harsh instrument of the law. He would lend an ear to extenuating circumstances, but mercy was rare unless truly deserved. Order had become something of a religion to him since the collapse of the world, and maintaining his vision of it became his purpose in life. Wealthy or poor, man or woman, nothing was above justice.
Abilities and Skills> The ability to 'switch' off his emotional side when keeping the law. Less of a quick draw expert, as an expert at maintaining a high level of gunplay once lead starts flying, steady results over immediate effect. If forced into the situation, he is a competent swordsman, although he prefers using it for executions than combat. Other than this his reputation, if considered a skill, was extremely good within the region, and he could find much support from the locals when required.
Weapons> A rare revolver from a now dead gunsmith, fires from the 6-O-Clock position, reducing recoil. Also a broadsword, mainly for use in executions of the gentry. In his rare trips out of town, he also carries an ordinary over-under double barrel shotgun.
Alignment> Lawful Neutral
Family or Friends> Many friends, however he's been more or less married to the law for his whole life. |
51,521 | 1,395 | 9 | 218 | 293 | The mid morning sun beat down down upon her shoulders as Fox quietly rode to the edge of the gathered crowd. Since the fall the weather had become less than idyllic with bitterly cold nights and sweltering dry hot days, nothing ever in between. This of course had a ongoing effect on the landscape with the towns crops withering off before harvest and others never reaching seedlings. Livestock also suffered along with the native herd animals, lack of fodder meant many starved or became so weak they became prey to the more vicious beasts that roamed the unforgiving lands.
Small beads of sweat gathered around her brow of her brimmed hat as she lifted her reins signalling her horse to a halt before sliding off and tying him loosely to the tie post. At least half the town had turned up to hear the Baron preach, his deep voice carried over the murmuring crowd and soothing her anxiety slowly brewing in her gut. The Baron was preaching what she had already known for such a long time. Fox untied her saddle bag and slipped over her shoulder, she wanted to trade the goods she took from the souls last night before meeting with the Baron.
Fox scanned over faces searching for those familiar as she edged closer to the Barons voice, each set of eyes she glanced into promptly avoided her as she walked, it was like she carried a disease or sickness that no fool wanted to catch. Judge was obviously hard at work again from the body hanging from the gallows. For most of the time she avoided him, not out of hatred or disdain but merely there had been no need for her to associate with him. Of course they had crossed paths on the rare occasion but keeping each other at arms length and never revealing more than needed.
A screeching caw pulled her attention to the sky, a lone crow circled effortlessly above. Softly she kept making her way through the crowd squinting into the sun as she watched the black bird remembering long ago when Grandmother whipped one of her older brothers for throwing stones at the crows, her stern words reminding him 'that crow is a powerful ancestor, his song a message you would be wise to listen'. Fox sighed, it had been long time long since she had any contact with her tribe. Would they ever allow her back? Had enough time passed?
Fox weaved her way towards to run down timber porch of the 'The Fowl Dog' one of the towns more low-end establishments renowned for buying and selling all sorts of unsavoury goods. Attention fixated on the gliding crow Fox came to an abrupt halt when she failed to step out of the way bumping into the arm of a much taller and older man whose eyes were unusually blue and his duster coat looking like it had seen better days. | Full Name: Inola-Kohana (Translates to 'Black Fox Swift')
Known as: Black Fox or Fox.
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Appearance:
Typically wears a mix match of self made tribal and townsfolk clothing. Hand me down leather boots under patched well worn tanned thick buffalo hide full chaps, patched long sleeve shirt with a red fox skin vest over a boyish figure. A thick dark grey neckerchief scarf hides a collection of necklace pendants around her neck of various animal teeth trophies- some small and reptilian while others larger and from those of a howling canine. A well worn dusty, sweat stained black rabbit felt wide brimmed hat hides two long braids of straight thick charcoal black hair and pair of deep set of sorrowful chestnut eyes. Her features are rather masculine with high set cheekbones and strong jawline like her father while she received her height from her mothers lineage, just a fraction taller than 5'6. She carries herself proudly and gracefully despite the harsh whispers of the misjudging townsfolk.
History:
Not much of Black Fox's history is known to outsiders she refrains from speaking too much about her clan and upbringing. What she has revealed to The Baron and few select others is she was born into a large native tribe (as youngest with four older brothers) that once resided around the base of the Elenore mountains. Quickly she excelled hunting and trapping large and small game. As the years progressed so did her techniques, when she reached her teens she soon outranked many of her clan brothers and began hunting much larger and exotic game. But her true skills emerged as she began her studies under the tribes 'Grandmother' - The eldest and most respected medicine woman.
How she came to Thrivenshell is also a topic of speculation. No one really knows when or why she arrived. She began to make occasional appearances in Thrivenshell's trade centre a few months after The Baron arrived in town quietly trading medicinal provisions and skins from a wide range of twisted worldly fiends. But as time past it became distinctly clear that Black Fox was associated with the Barons Elite. Some say she was bought from traveling slavers and now uses her skills in servitude to The Baron. Others believe she was a gift from the her tribes Chief for safe passage in his travels.
Whatever the speculation the truth is only known to themselves.
Personality:
Black Fox projects an enigmatic but shy demeanour amongst those not familiar but to those few who are lucky for her company find her naturally curious, patient, strong willed and decisive.
Abilities and Skills:
Apothecary/herbalism/healer- Elderberry for pain relief, thistle tea for stomach aches and feverwort to break a fever. Just a few remedies known but you cannot make what you need if you cannot find it. Black Fox knows the land in its decaying state and is able to scavenge what she needs. With life also comes death and Fox has proven her knowledge with poisons and tinctures.
Hunting/survival skills- Every child of the tribe is taught how to hunt and survive off the land- some track small game for food others like Black Fox are conditioned to track and trap larger more vicious beasts, including humans.
Weapons: Fox carries only two visible weapons serrated bone handled hunting knife and shorter narrower hunting/skinning knife, while she is quite talented in close quarter skirmished her real talents lie within her knowledge of poison flora and fauna.
Alignment: Tries to keep a balance between order and chaos but could be swayed to a particular side.
Family or Friends: No family within Thrivenshell but associated with The Baron and the other elites. |
51,522 | 1,396 | 0 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Sonomachi City - Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
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A mysterious dark-haired and red-eyed girl, wearing a dark tunic and scarf, over a white miniskirt and thigh-high leather strap sandals*, walks the streets as the sun sets under the distant skyline of Sonomachi's Downtown. Soon enough she arrives at her mark, the quirky store known as Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café and pushes the antique door open, and is greeted by a chiming bell, before walking to bar and taking a seat at one of the stools.
"May I help you, miss?" The rather curious barista that worked on the night shift, a rather petite (though not as much as the shop's owner), pink-haired/eyed half-succubus/vampire hybrid named Ellie (wore had a thing for wearing a magician's assistant outfit, inline with the Dangeki's parlor trick side business), asked the girl, as she poured boiling water on some freshly cleaned cups to further sterilize then, before drying them with a pristine white cloth.
"I came here on behalf of Miss Chikage, from the Youkai Junction, there's a message, she wished to pass to the Association. I'd like a café au lait as well."
To that particular announcement, Ellie raised an eyebrow, before replying in a matter of fact way "Oh, so she has? Would you like to talk with the Boss, I'm sure she's busy with her beloved paperwork, but sparing sometime for Miss Akane's envoy shouldn't be hard. Your drink will be ready in an instant, anything more you'd like?"
"Well, perhaps a cheesecake, with lemon zest and whipped cream topping, please. Also, indeed I'd like to talk to Miss Aria, even if she's busy I'm certain that she would like to know about the 'Cataloger of Sacred Relics'." With that said, the young woman rested her chin on her cupped hands to wait while Ellie called Aria, humming a random tune in the mean time.
The Head Magister herself was deep in the throes of her paper work, just as Ellie had predicted. The head of both the Association and the Chasers as a whole could easily note the new presence in her shop and made no effort to slow her scribbling.
"Yes, Yes, I've heard you two already. Just bring her in the back Ellie. Or does she want this announcement to go public? In which case, I'll make arrangements to contact the others immediately. Also, get me a chocolate doughnut while you're running about," she said telepathetically.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, Miss Aria." the dark-haired girl said as she got into Aria's office after having finished her treats, "I came to say that the Junction has received a challenge letter from the Cataloger, declaring that Sonomachi is his next target. The letter was meant to be delivered to the Association as well, so here it's." The girl gave the letter to Aria and certainly, the flamboyant script on it could belong to none but the Cataloger of Sacred Relics.
Looking up, Aria raised an eye to see that it wasn't Ellie with her requested doughnut. Holding back a sigh, she took the letter and carefully began to scan over it. Eyes reading over the words, she blinked once, twice, before looking back at the girl before her.
"I see. Well it was only a matter of time since that walking gold statue would try to pull off something like this. Very well then messenger; you may return to your snacks. And make sure to tell Ellie to make haste in my doughnuts."
With that said, Aria promptly went back to work but not before focusing her mind and channeling herself. It wasn't hard for her to make contact with every Chaser in the vicinity and she made short work of requesting their presence immediately. After all, a challenge issued by the Cataloger warranted only the strongest of her Chasers to complete the task.
"Hey, Boss, here are your treats! Be sure to not spill any on the paperwork~" Ellie said as she placed a plate of freshly baked doughnuts before Aria, alongside the sweets there was also a file containing a few papers. "Tonight's reports, it seems the Jackets are up to trouble again... you'd think they would have learned after last time, but no, they never do. Also, there has been reports of Youkai activity at a few spots through the city, most noticeable the Amagumi Park, the Setsuna Temple and the Gomon Riverbank."
With that said, Ellie took a step to the side and quietly gazed upon her mistress, with a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat's look like a frown, while humming a tune from an old anime about a temperamental goddess and her unlucky minnions*. | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,523 | 1,396 | 1 | 1,950 | 906 | Kazuki had been weaving in and out of traffic on his bicycle all day. He never wore head phones like the other messengers. He enjoyed taking in the sounds of the city. No matter where he went, the city had a pleasant tune for him. From the boistrous noise from traffic and chatter in the commercial district, to the quiet and serene nature around the temple. All of it pleased him. It also helped him stay more alert to everything going on around him. It was easy for him to get lost in thought, and that could easily mean disaster when flying through the city.
He was finishing up on his last delivery for the day. The last package was a manilla envelope that was to be delivered to some businessman. Faxing and E-mail was obviously quicker, but those could be traced and duplicated. A messenger never looked at their deliveries and never sold them either. At least Kazuki held to that standard. Another messenger sold a package once and got caught. He was only fired from the messenger business, but the recipient of the package wasn't to happy. The messenger was nearly put into a coma after that. It really made Kazuki wonder what they could be carrying half the time. As Kazuki took the man's signature and handed him the package, something seemed to be wrong with his head. It started as a slight headache, but then quickly cleared out as he realized that this was actually a call. So Miss Aria needs me now. Well this should mean for some fun. What a better way to end a busy day than with more work. Although Miss Aria does always have intriguing jobs. He unlocked his bike and headed down to the Dangeki Pawn and Parlor.
The sun had just set and a orange hue turned pink as it extended into the sky. The colors protruded through the outlines of skyscrapers, as he whizzed through the city. Traffic had died down since the end of day rush home, and he let himself relax a bit and get zone out on the scenes around him. He evidently did that a little to well, because before he knew it he was at the Cafe. He entered the familiar establishment and gave Ellie a warm smile "Hey Ellie, can I have a Chai, like normal. I'm going to need it after today." He went up and sat down at the bar for a moment, talkig to Ellie as she made his Chai Latte. He needed a break before Aria gave him more work. He could refuse it, but her work was good pay, and he didn't like to disappoint her. "I had quite a few deliveries today. One was even to the temple. It's nice going out that way, but it is a long ride. So is it looking like it's going to be a long night?" He was hoping to get a little insight to what Aria might be asking of them tonight. | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,524 | 1,396 | 2 | 201 | 1,318 | “In your, position, set!”
In the artificial rain set up by the stage people working hard in the background, forty-eight young girls danced, crisp and sharp movements in harmony with the pop music. Each step was emphasized with an electronic beat, a wave of orange and purple glowsticks waved with the same vicious, badass beat. It was a song about beginnings, of change, of never giving up, and despite how saccharine that idol group’s recent songs have been, Rui-Ling still couldn’t help getting swept up in the mood. Alongside a bevy of other fanatics, he shamelessly swung around six glowsticks, stamping his feet in motion with the girls. He mouthed the words, tasted the misting rain, and marvelled at just how amazing they all were.
They twirled, posed, popping, locking, and freezing, always dramatic and larger than life, sharing their enthusiasm and energy as the crowd shared their own. While this was an outdoors performance, with no seats provided for the attenders, the platinum-haired immortal was fine with it. Standing up was better for the legs, and, as the middle of the song was reached, a powerful ‘stand up together’ resounding through the stage, Rui-Ling practically shaked with excitement.
Then, of course, Aria’s voice had to boom in his head, commanding the immortal fanboy to get his ass to the Dangeki Pawn and Parlour Café.
It was just a single, overpowering phrase, but it was enough to destroy the ride that the song had brought him on, and with that joy spoiled, Rui-Ling decided that he might as well get it over with and head to the café. Pushing his way through fellow enthusiasts, and sighing wistfully at the goddesses still dancing in artificial rain, the young-at-heart man saluted them with his silvered arm, before running out to catch a cab, tossing an address and a handful of bills towards the taxi driver.
By the time the cab pulled over in front of the demure building, Rui-Ling was fairly confident the driver had pegged down as a filthy idol otaku weeaboo from Europe or something, seeing how he softly sang the song over and over again during the entirety of the fifteen minute drive. Stepping out and watching the yellow vehicle screech away, the young man smiled, still moving in coordination with a song that was stuck in his head, his electronic glowsticks tracing figure-eights in the night. He pushed open the wooden door, smiled at Ellie, who appeared to be occupied by someone with weird eyebrows at the moment, before picking out a seat for himself.
As he waited for the succubus-vampire (or was she just a cosplayer?) to come take his order, Rui-Ling found himself tapping that earworm of a beat into the table once more.
It really was a nice song, huh? That group should do more songs about ‘doing your best’, instead of their typical fare of ‘puppy love’. | Name: Rui-Ling Kazanari
Title: Spirit Hammer, Gordeau
Gender: Male
Age: Has stopped aging when he was 17, having lived 158 years by now.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 179lbs
Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.
Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.
Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.
Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.
Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.
It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.
After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.
Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.
A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.
Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.
Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.
The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.
Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.
A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.
Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.
Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.
Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.
As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.
Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.
If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever. |
51,525 | 1,396 | 3 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine Sinclair-
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Katherine said, biting down on the cigarette between her lips. Ugh, goddamn it some days she hated this job. At least she didn't have many people to deal with on a regular basis. Just some shady types selling some equally shady merchandise. Or, her, selling equally shading merchandise. Not like she particularly cared that much, wasn't any of her business what people were buying and selling. As far as she knew, she couldn't get arrested anyways. Plausible deniability was always a thing. Not like anyone was gonna come looking in here at all though. She was fairly certain the shop owned by some gang boss or something.
Meh, whatever.
"Here's the money." She said, handing the man a few large bills. She honestly couldn't see the value in this stuff herself, but well, she was just the person who handled the money, and threw out any troublesome customers. Any business for selling stuff, was done with her boss. Selling prices were fixed, and non-negotiable. Her ability to intimidate people tended to help with that. The man she was doing business with gave her a pleasant smile, however, and graciously accepted the money.
"Pleasure doing business with you. And tell your boss our debt is settled, hmm?" With that, he left the store. She had no idea what he meant by that, and she didn't want to know. She wasn't in the business of asking questions anyways. Just making sure there was no trouble from anyone. At least her shift was over and she'd finally be able to spend most of the night doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
Well, that was her plan anyways until a slight buzzing in her head made itself known. As she grabbed her jacket from behind the counter, she sighed. Oh great, what did those jackasses in the Association want now? Better be goddamn important - she had a whole lot of nothing to do. Tsk...well, not like she could complain a whole lot. She did rather enjoy the work at least.
Well, she supposed she should get over there then. After making sure her boss new she left, She exited the rather shady establishment, and hailed a cab, giving the driver the money and directions to the place.
It took roughly ten minutes to reach the place in a cab. Probably filled with other people - and other chasers. Not planning on being sociable, she found a quiet corner of the place and sat, lighting another cigarette and caring little if she was going to be bothering anyone with it. Whatever this was, it'd have to be important. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,526 | 1,396 | 4 | 986 | 1,735 | Feng shui...
The idea never occurred to the albino, the suggestion echoing as he closed the door behind the japanese tutor who'd been helping him acclimate to the change of scenery. Looking back, Luciel figured their accommodations were a bit...unrefined. A metal folding chair where a pillow sat upon turned slightly away from their desk where a cactus sat next to his laptop. Given his affinity, it was strange that the only life he'd come to surround himself with was the tsundere of the plant kingdom. To liven things up, he'd strung a small beaded necklace around the main section which was supported by two tiny branches. It was what you did with plants like this or something.
The rest of his flat was nondescript, a futon rolled up and pinned to the wall by a coffee table which sat on its side to give the small room as much of an open feel as possible; however, the means he went about scooting most of his possessions against the walls gave an unsettlingly vacant vibe. Luciel didn't even know what he would do with the majority of the space, though having everything crowding around made him feel a little claustrophobic.
Collapsing back in the folding chair, he eyed his 'friend' on the desk before lifting a finger to absent-mindedly scratch at the thick hide of the plant with a long sigh. In the process, his attire washed with a fluttering amber hue from its previous black sweater and jeans to something resembling a robe which curled at the edges. The gentle waves of autumn colors came to a halt, cracking as the sting of the call came to end Luciel's day off. Canceling his flex, the material tightly bound to his figure before a section washed over his face up to his nose to resemble a scarf tucked into a long coat. He kicked a shoebox out from under the desk, knocking the top off to reveal two flat plates of steel which he rested his toes on before settling his heels on the accompanying blocks of metal. With a popping groan, the snug material around his legs washed over the metal and drew upwards, sectioning off around his calves to resemble laced boots which he lifted out.
In the process of making his way to the door, every step rippled cool colors of teal before settling on simple black for the boots and pants and a plainolive drab for the coat which the black and white plaid scarf tucked into. Lastly, and with a glance to the mirror beside the door, he donned their messenger bag with one hand while running their fingers through the snow white hair which fluttered and feathered as it gained a brunette hue down to the bound section of length many would call a ponytail which hung to the side.
"Vee shall...~" Luciel mused with a light chirp to his tone before exiting his abode, certain his appearance wouldn't draw attention. What? A man...woman? They left an apartment?
Those he knew figured him for a brunette with a taste for big coats, though strangers often shot quizzical glances as if trying to figure him out. Humanity made the hunter grossly uncomfortable, especially being in crowds of them. Thankfully, the herd thinned as he reached the outskirts of their territory. Whether it was due to the flux of spiritual energy or some mix of negative disposition towards the eerie silence, Luciel was never certain. However, he felt oddly at home in the quiet, abandoned streets.
The door to the cafe closed softly behind the bundled figure who stepped into the room with light clicks of metal soles on the floor. With a brush back of their arms to push the coat out of the way while they sat at the bar, the edges of the coat seemed to flex and curl. Drab olive thinned from a mint green to snow white.
Luciel glanced over to Kazuki as they spoke to Ellie, lifting a finger to get the attention of another barista. "Vahtever iz on tap...ohn zeh rocks" he cooly requested with an emotionless wink of formality, making the waitress roll her eyes before fetching a glass. While she filled it with water from the sink. It was a small joke that began on his first day and ended up sticking; the glass of water being met with what looked like a crumpled piece of beige paper tossed by Luciel, which quickly sank to the bottom.
Small tendrils rapidly expanded from the paper to lace with the marbles as a stem bolted from the water and swiftly bloomed into a crimson rose whose edge's of the petals faded to an inky black.
She then placed a second glass with a packet of instant iced tea on the counter, exchanging it with Luciel's payment. It was an effort to liven up the place, and he really didn't have the money to blow on fancier drinks. | --No longer attending-- |
51,527 | 1,396 | 5 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
Today had been like any other day.
Jun went to school in his scooter and spent a really boring day in lectures and whatnot. He was about to fall asleep more than once, and even got hit directly in the forehead by the assassin chalk of one of his teachers.
Being a fellow gamer like Jun, the teacher couldn't help but to shout 'HEADSHOT' once the chalk hit Jun between his eyebrows.
Afterwards, the man took off for his house and spend some of his down time playing video games and watch the animes currently airing. He couldn't forgive missing Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi. It was way too interesting, and the anime had been adaptated pretty well from the manga.
When he was done with that, the cryokinetic gunslinger lazily stood up from the puff he had been resting it and stretched out. Sadly for the midnight animes, Jun had to go work on something as a Chaser and luckily, they were decent enough until his anime was finished.
He took both holsters and outfitted them by the sides of his chest. Afterwards, he went to his closet and took a small silver briefcase, where he kept both of his weapons. He introduced some kind of code and opened it, before taking both revolvers and storing them inside their holsters.
He then put his coat and was ready to go out. He didn't mind being cold at all, but not wearing anything as he went out would've made more than one person turn to him with questioning eyes, wondering why he was not cold at all.
He then climbed up on his scooter and headed for the cafe. This better be some good target practice, or Jun would definitely regret cancelling some plans he had with a friend to go to the shooting range.
After arriving to the cafe, Jun left his scooter parked some blocks away and went into the place.
He went directly to the bar counter and sat down, before Ellie arrived to take his order. He was tempted to ask for a beer, but he was unsure of whether they had any in there.
In the end, he ended up just asking for an iced latte.
"Ah, something tells me this is gonna take a while. I should've set up the recorder to see the midnight anime tomorrow. Maybe I should ask the landlord to go and do it for me? Nah, she's just an old lady. Mom? Nah, it's the same thing. Ugh... I'll have to look for the episodes in the internet later then."
Jun sighed, regretting his lack of foresight and then took a sip from his glass, which was definitely being frozen by Jun's powers. He liked his cold drinks extremely cold.
"And who's over here today? Some other Chasers should be here as well, right?"
Jun started scanning the room for other Chasers. There were one or two faces that he could recognize, but nothing big, really.
Jun took yet another sip out of his iced latte, this time leaving a small moustache made out of foam in his upper lip. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
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51,528 | 1,396 | 6 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
The day started out as it usually would. Lucille woke up at six, in the afternoon, with the blaring of her alarm clock. Her "morning" routine was very similar to that of normal people who would wake up twelve hours prior, except she didn't pour herself any bowls of cereal. She didn't really need to eat, after all. At least not food like that. The Renfield family home back in Britain was an extravagant mansion that properly reflected their status in the world economy, but the hotel suite that Lucille had purchased in Sonomachi was bounds from that decadence. Granted it was rather high-class and largely unaffordable for the working class it was still a much more humbling place to live than she had spent the past twenty years. There was only two bedrooms and one bathroom, for example, and the kitchen was separated from the dining room only by a bar-like counter. The modern furnishings helped ease some of these drawbacks, but considering she lived alone and rarely had guests it didn't matter much.
Lucille spent her "morning" rather lazily, watching the news on the TV and solving Sudoku puzzles. She had to wait for the sun to set before she could step outside after all. This time was perfect for practicing her Japanese. At least understanding it, anyways. She had only been living in this city for less than a year and was still largely unaccustomed to the Japanese way of life. Likewise she was having difficulty with the language, largely in terms of reading it since kanji were so unlike the alphabet. Lucille could speak Japanese to a certain degree thanks to her immersion, but her European accent doesn't make it sound fluent in the least. It was much easier for her to learn English, all those decades ago, but she enjoyed the challenge anyways. Learning a new language is fun to her. Or perhaps not fun but it gives her something to do.
The light outside had begun to dim down significantly when the silver-haired woman heard a familiar voice in her head. "Ah, that was Aria," she mentioned aloud. She had managed to finish two of the puzzles in her Sudoku book today so there would be no regrets in putting the book away for now. After clicking off the TV and fetching her umbrella and sunglasses, Lucille was ready to leave. It wasn't exactly dark outside just yet, but the sun had set low enough to allow her to safely go outside. After putting on her rectangular shades and a scarf she stopped at the door to grab her purse from the nearby table and to press a button for some kind of intercom. "I'm heading out," she spoke into the microphone and then let off the button. Now it was time to leave. The elevator ride to the lobby was uneventful and nobody else called for it.
Her heels clacked along the tile floor of the lobby towards the glass wall that served as the entrance and exit. She could already see her black luxury sedan pulling up to the car bay, courtesy of the hotel's valet. A young man, couldn't have been older than a teenager, stepped out of her vehicle and held the keys out for Lucille when she approached. "Arigato," Lucille thanked him, attempting to mask her Czech accent but failing miserably. The teen valet smiled innocently before responding. "You're welcome, Miss Renfield." Well now she had embarrassed herself because the boy knew English just fine. Most people might feel awkward about the exchange but instead Lucille stopped and started laughing. She even playfully gave the boy a pat on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, child. Thank you." She was still laughing to herself as she threw her closed umbrella into the passenger seat and set her purse next to it. It wasn't until she got in the car and closed the door did she calm down. That was embarrassing. He was a good sport about it.
The drive to the Dangeki was uneventful. Lucille had forgotten her gun in the glovebox the other day and she moved it to her purse, but otherwise it was a boring ride with only the J-Pop playing on the radio to add atmosphere. The cafe that the local Chasers used as a base of operations was one that Lucille had to take some time to get used to. She was never too big on the "hip" fads like cosplaying that the Dangeki was eager to cater to, but she was a big fan of alcoholic drinks so she has since grown to be accepting of the strange people that frequent the place. After parking her car in front of the cafe she made sure to lock it and bring her purse inside with her. Lucille already knew that she wouldn't be the only one responding to Aria's message, but she was surprised that she was one of the first few to arrive. There weren't any normal patrons but there were a few Chasers that had already arrived. As well there was an unfamiliar girl with red eyes. But Lucille didn't focus on her too much.
"Ah, Luciel," the woman was quick to greet the other European sitting at the bar, placing both her hands on his shoulders from behind. Due to their accents it was quickly discovered that they pronounced their names almost identically, which Lucille found amusing and thus took a liking to the young boy. "That is iced tea, no? That is a drink for noon, not the evening." She gave him a smile, inadvertently revealing her fang-like canines in the process, before releasing her grip on the young man and turning her attention to the lady behind the counter. "House chardonnay, please." She took a seat at the counter next to Luciel and took a look around the Dangeki. Lucille had always been good at remembering people so she was curious who had arrived so far. There was Jun, a schoolboy who liked cartoons (or "anime" as he refers to it, but Lucille can't tell the difference), who was sitting at the counter as well. Then there was the Chinese boy, Rui-Ling, who was actually almost three times Lucille's own age, as well as the girl who had tattoos and wore a military vest, Katherine, but she was being anti-social and sitting by herself. The only other person she recognized here was the red-head messenger boy, Kazuki. "Ah, I do not recognize this young lady," Lucille spoke up, leaning back so she could look behind the backs of the others to look at the dark-haired girl with red eyes. "Would you mind telling me your name? I am Lucille Renfield, but you may call me Lucy if you wish." | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,529 | 1,396 | 7 | 1,905 | 135 | Odelia Adams
It was a long walk, but the save in money was worth it. Not that the young girl was in dire need of it; she still had plenty of money from when she left her home all those years ago. She doesn't miss her time spent with her sisters, but she doesn't have any ill thoughts about them either. Seven years on the road and she only thought about her family twice: once while visiting Paris and seeing all the family tourists, and the other when passing through Kuwait and was stopped by U.S. military personnel.
She picked up a lot of stories from her travels, most just rubbish and repeats of the things she'd already heard, but some were at the least, entertaining. Her favorite's being about ghosts, demons, vampires, and spirits, which pleasantly seemed to be popular through many of regions of the world. She would spend the greater part of each year in a new area learning the language to a passable level as she picked up more and more 'ghost' stories. Never spending more than necessary, but always finding reason to try the local desserts, and moving on by the time the local oddities quieted down.
Odelia spat out the paper stick hanging from her mouth onto the ground before proceeding to take another strawberry lollipop from her satchel. Quickly, she popped it into her mouth while clinging tight to her stuffed bear, Bosco, so he wouldn't fall. She finally arrived in Sonomachi and, as though to welcome her, was quickly pervaded by thoughts not her own. She let out a small "... eeh?" under her breath, unsure what to make of that, but given a second, knew exactly what was going on. Though that didn't mean she knew exactly where she was. She wasn't even sure what the town's name was or how big it was. She figured she should hurry to answer the intrusive voice, if nothing else than to find more local oddities, but judging by the sky she still had some time left.
A few blocks over and Odelia found and hired a vacant cab. "D-Dankenki Pawn & Parlor Café... please." Her words came out soft spoken and still a bit awkward and unnatural, but she sorta shrugged it off as the driver gave a nod and off they went. The drive was a bit slow, not much going outside the windows, but the city's road layout was simple enough she could follow along. It took about 20 mins, but she eventually arrived at what looked like the right place. She handed over her fare and thanked the driver before exiting and walking up to the cafe door.
A quick, soft knock and she entered the building, setting off a musical chime announcing her presence. She quickly glanced at all the customers, noticing the staff in their cute outfits before finding a vacant seat in the middle of the room. A waitress came by, but she quickly waved her off before realizing the oppertunity she just missed to order something sweet. She sat there holding on to Bosco, defeated over her failure as she waited for something to happen. Or, if things turned out to be a blow-out, she'd at least would've found a place to rest for the night before exploring the city. | Name: Odelia Adams
Title: Wicked Wench of the West
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 162.5 cm
Weight: 54.4 kg
Personality:
Odelia has a very straightforward, selfish type of personality. She never takes in consideration of those around her, but doesn't do so
to harm or spite. She shows a small range of emotions; going all out with what she loves or has her attention, able to only dote on one object virtually forever until another takes its place. With this love, most subtle displeasures can be effectively ignored or muddled through, but is known to explode should it hit levels she doesn't know how to deal with.
Short Bio:
Odelia Adams is the third daughter of two upper class fools who've never worked a day in their lives; they both being the beneficiary of centuries worth of old money. Together, they live fun lives; doing as they please, but never spending a dime they don't have to. Only going to their rich neighbor's to party whenever there was any kind of social gathering. Eventually three baby girls popped out, only acting as a small speed bump in their socially active lifestyle until it was decided that Odelia was the last. However, their house is well below average by today's standards, and not once have they hired help to care for the property or the children. Instead, giving the girls mediocre home education and the ability to govern their own lives.
Odelia and her three sisters spent a lot of time together as there weren't many other kids their age. But as time moved on and their passions grew, Odelia became more of the black sheep of the family; preferring to spend her time learning about the more intriguing ghost stories and otherwise considered oddities instead of what was shiny, new, or fun. She was often seen spending her time roaming through the nearest towns, exploring their more unkept areas gathering rumors and uncovering the truth, while going farther with every passing year until eventually leaving home for good and exploring the world.
Powers: | PsychoKinesis / Spontaneous Ignition |
Odelia's powers at its core is a very unstable variant of psychokinesis, allowing her limited psychic control over nearby objects with the off chance that what ever she focuses on can spontaneously ignite it or the air nearby before she looses her grasp of the object. However, spikes within her powers can cause a significant, though untested, discharge of destructive psychic energy over an undefined range.
Weapons:
As a psychic, no weapons are actually carried, but she isn't afraid to pick up anything nearby should she feel the need to protect herself.
Equipment:
- Bottles and jugs of volatile liquids just waiting to be set aflame and explode.
- An assortment of various packages of lollipops in various flavors.
Other:
- Multilingual, with moderate trouble in the more harsher German and Russian family of languages.
- Loves things that are small.
- Loves things that are adorable.
- Loves things that taste sweet. |
51,530 | 1,396 | 8 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Aria~
“I apologize for the inconvenience of tonight. I’m sure I’ve taken you away from more notable things. I’m afraid I can’t really change that…so please, take this.”
Aria herself sat beside the latest Chaser to walk in, her expression completely stoic. It was only natural that the others didn’t notice her presence. As the Head Magister, it was almost expected of her from her abilities; or it could have just been the sheer height difference between her and most others. But regardless, she sat beside Odelia with a look of sympathy.
Raising a hand, she clenched her palm shut before opening it up again and revealing one of the doughnuts Ellie had offered to her. The succubus-vampire hybrid had better hoped she hadn’t spiked Aria’s doughnuts because the Head Magister would pin the blame on her if something happened to her Chasers. But back to the present, Aria held the doughnut and waited calmly, not moving until Odelia would take it.
Nodding, the Head Magister soon crossed over to each and every Chaser, offering doughnuts and not taking a denial for an answer. It was quite strange to see her actually sharing her sweets for once…though this image of kindness was soon off-put by the fact that she had her own box waiting for her at the front of the shop. Once everyone had been accounted for, Aria took a few seconds to reach up and sit at the edge of the bar. Given her short stature, it took some time but she finally managed and pulled out a strawberry coated doughnut from her box.
Aria at once clapped her hands and stared down the assembled Chasers gathered before her, drawing all of their attention to her. She took one bite of her doughnut and chewed, chewed, chewed some more, before finally swallowing. Then a small smile graced her lips.
“Good evening everyone. As you may all know, we are gathered here for a particular Chaser mission given by our primary ally and benefactor, Miss Chikage. Ordinarily, a job such as this would only require the presence of one or two of our number. However, Miss Chikage has informed me that this specific job may call the need for more of our group. Specifically because it involves an individual known as the Cataloger.”
The Head Magister let this sink in while she took a few more munches from her doughnut. She doubted anyone except the senior Chasers would know of who she spoke of so she took the time to swallow before continuing with her explanation.
“Of course there are other missions that needed to be brought to attention. But for now our primary concern is the Cataloger. He’s a rather…loudmouthed man who goes around challenging others to duels. The loser of said duels must relinquish any and all treasure they currently possess. In short, the Cataloger has challenged the Association for a bid of all the treasure currently in Sonomachi. In other words, he’s picking a fight with everyone in this room.”
, , , , , , , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,531 | 1,396 | 9 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Sonomachi City - Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
BGM
It looked like some more Chasers would arrive at the Dangeki right about the time when Aria was concluding her explanations. However, before that, Ellie was occupied taking orders and preparing drinks. Way too occupied to notice when her master gave the doughnuts she baked earlier as gifts, thankfully (to Ellie), just this time they didn’t contained any dubious filling, except if one would take chocolate liquor as suspicious.
“Right away,” Ellie said to Kazuki after one of the waitresses took his order. “We’ve received a note from the Junction earlier… Miss Chikage’s apologies for disturbing your peace, so everything is on the Junction’s tab tonight, please enjoy.”
Seeing Ling hunching in the corner, Ellie sent a waitress to take his order as well, while she worked on the drinks and desserts, using finely tuned telekinesis to assist on the tasks. “Ling-Ling, this is a special service, just for you.” Ellie smooched Ling’s cup, leaving a lipstick print on its side, “For being one of our best patrons.”
“Oh no, no, no, Miss Brooding Brows, this is a no smoking area. Certainly we don’t want everyone’s drinks tasting like tobacco, do we?” Ellie went all the way to Katherine and scooped the cigarette out of her lips, before offering her a pack of minty chocolate substitutes. “You can have this one, it’s on the house.”
Ellie observed Luciel interact with one of the waitresses, but gave it no special mind, only making a mental note about teasing him a bit more in the future, though she provided a lemon slice to go with his tea.
“Well, beer we do have, but it’s only Schwarz, after all it’s meant to be used in the desserts. I can get you some, though.” Ellie said to Jun, shortly after dragging a wooden keg from legit Bavarian beer, and serving some to him, “Though, it’s just tonight, because it’s a special event, we aren’t a pub, after all~” The little devil blew a kiss to Jun, before leaving.
“Sure, ma’am, I hope you like this poor servant’s skill~” Ellie then said as she handed Lucille’s order, taking the opportunity to measure the young vampire ‘s teasing threshold, as a reference for future interactions, since she was one of the newest Chasers to arrive in Sonomachi.
“Oh, a newcomer? Would you like something miss…? By the way, as you can see we are about to discuss the state of affairs for tonight, please feel free to ask anything if you so do need.” Ellie said to Odelia, waiting besides her table to see if she would place any orders. After all, what was the point of ordering nothing when everything was being paid by someone else?
Ellie also took the chance to smirk suggestively at Aria, as soon as her master began to nibble at the sweets on her special box. Really, didn’t she thought that Aria wouldn’t mix at least one ‘special treat’ in the most unsuspecting of places?
• • •
While Ellie dashed around and tried to make sure that everyone was being correctly served, the dark-haired girl that had been there observing everything from the very beginning, turned to meet Lucille and she was beckoned into talking, by the vampire Chaser.
“Oh, my… hmm, erm…” She broke into a kind of an embarrassed stutter, perhaps not sure how to address Lucile, or maybe just nervous, since she looked like she was a bit skittish around this many Chasers. Considering that she should be a fairly young Youkai, it was to be expected. Anyway, soon enough she seemed to find the words she was looking for and replied in a shaky voice “Oh, well, I think I’m, well… Kaede, yes, that’s who I’m… Kaede. Is there something I can do?”
Indeed, it was an earnest answer, but somehow it looked like ‘Kaede’ was trying to convince herself more than Lucille when she said that. Even so, she kept staring eagerly at the young vampire, wanting to know why someone had bothered themselves to talk to her. Maybe, it was for something interesting?
• • •
“Well, that concludes it for the Golden Boy business, remember, he might… is a goof and rarely ever kill someone, but if you take him lightly you’ll regret it.” After Aria finished her announcement, Ellie stepped in, clearing her throat loudly to call for the Chasers attention to a bulletin board that ‘somehow’ materialized besides her (courtesy of working at a magic tricks shop), and began to explain the other cases currently happening around Sonomachi.
“Anyway, there are a few other issues around the city, that might need your hands:
- At the Amagumi Park: Mysterious sightings have been reported, we need people to investigate that and see what’s happening.
- At the Setsuna Temple: A rebellious kitsune teenager has gathered a gang of raijuu and is caving havoc because people are not donating enough to the temple. Miss Chikage said that she’d like these ones to not be killed, since they are just teens doing what teens are supposed to do, and aren’t harming any humans. You can kick their ass all you want, though.
- At the Gomon Riverside: It seems that two clans of kappa are fighting for the turf, someone must go there and make them stop before it escalates into something dangerous to the nearby residential area.
Oh, and last, but not least the Yellow Jackets are back again. I just thought someone would like to know that, not that anyone cares for those losers, really. Hehehe.”
After her announcements, Ellie resumed her normal work, though she was ready to answer questions, if there were to be any.
*: Since the full post would be much longer than this, I'm posting the first part here. I'll do the last one later. | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,532 | 1,396 | 10 | 201 | 1,318 | “Well,” Rui-Ling turned, smiling back at Ellie, “After five decades of going here, I’d have to be a hell of a pennypincher not to be one, eh?” He never really knew what was up with the half-succubus’s intentions in the end, but a couple of butterflies still fluttered in his stomach whenever Ellie did stuff like that. Probably because his body was one that was quite literally frozen in puberty. Even if his mind had matured, his body was still that of a horny immature teen. Ordering coffee when one of the waitresses came over, the youth settled back and relaxed, watching others come in.
There was the gunner trio, Katherine, Jun, and Lucille, all who carried and concealed firearms in a place like Japan, even though almost all the Youkai the immortal had encountered during his century-and-half of living scoff at those iron-throwing contraptions. Of course, Jun made ice bullets which helped somewhat, and perhaps Katherine and Lucille just like to be pointlessly stylish…but eh, if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d be calling the kettle black, Rui-Ling would have suggested that they stopped carrying guns with them everywhere.
After all, it’s a hell of a headache if one of those policemen who went around on bicycles caught them with it.
Luciel and Kazuki were better, in that regard, even if Kazuki’s crazy eyebrows and Luciel’s accent were both things that amused him greatly. At least the two of them had the right idea of relying on their powers instead of nigh-obsolete firearms. He’d have to try out Claimoh Solais on the flower knight’s plants some time. See if they qualify as magic or living beings.
In the end, however, outside of the exception that was a purple-haired girl with a teddy bear, all the Chasers present could be considered above-average, people that Rui-Ling wouldn’t mind being paired up with. Might imply something about how strong Chasers typically were these days, where merely two or three years of experience meant that one became an elite, but, alas, perhaps it was just his years getting to him, making him a crotchety old man who constantly found fault in youngsters.
Laughing to himself, Rui-Ling accepted a doughnut from the Grand Magister, perhaps the only person in the room who was older than him. “Woulda thought you’d kept all your doughnuts and gave us sugar water, really. But don’t worry about the inconvenience. Not like it was their last concert or whatever.”
A few large bites caused the doughnut to vanish, leaving Rui-Ling to lick his sugar-covered fingers as the lavender-haired girl circuited the parlour café, before eating one for herself. The blond wasn’t a fan of sweets himself, preferring steaks over cakes, but sometimes, he had to wonder whether there was a special way of eating doughnuts, seeing how an all-powerful being like the Magister of the World appeared to be so innocently blissful from it.
Might be something he should investigate in the future. Maybe spend a couple of months on getting down the proper form and method.
As Aria cut to the heart of the matter, however, Rui-Ling narrowed his eyes, leaning forward on his table. One hundred and forty-two years of being soul-bound to Airgetlam had meant at least a couple of encounters with the Cataloguer, the collector of Treasures and a nuisance who was much too talented in the art of escaping. Bastard didn’t even challenge Rui-Ling to duels before, apparently because even the Cataloguer of Sacred Relics had no method of removing the silver arm of Nuada from its current host. A pain in the ass, but…
“Gotta ask, Aria, but did the Cataloguer recently pick up a particularly dangerous treasure? Must confess that his previous impressions on me didn’t imply something so dangerous that six Chasers would be required in his detainment.”
Before the Grand Magister could reply, however, Ellie stepped in onto the stage, and Rui-Ling became more puzzled. It sounded like the Youkai Junction wanted several of the Chasers here to go after the Cataloguer, but now, it appeared that it had been more of a warning of his presence in Sonomachi? Weird.
His coffee came as new missions were announced. None of them sounded particularly interesting, outside of the rebellious kitsune teenager, but Rui-Ling didn’t want to get involved with it either way. After all, while Airgetlam is usually a non-lethal weapon, against incorporeal beings like Raijuu, it was definitely fatal.
Then, the Yellow Jackets were mentioned, and Rui-Ling chugged down the scalding hot coffee in one gulp, ignoring the burn on his tongue and down his throat.
“Know the whereabouts of those goddamn weeds, Ellie?” | Name: Rui-Ling Kazanari
Title: Spirit Hammer, Gordeau
Gender: Male
Age: Has stopped aging when he was 17, having lived 158 years by now.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 179lbs
Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.
Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.
Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.
Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.
Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.
It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.
After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.
Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.
A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.
Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.
Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.
The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.
Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.
A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.
Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.
Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.
Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.
As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.
Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.
If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever. |
51,533 | 1,396 | 11 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
But would you look at that. They actually had some beer!
Jun took the beer with a small grin in his face, despite it being Schwarz, and took a sip out of it before turning to Ellie with a smile.
"Then I shall partake. You got to let me know when you've events like these. The mood here is better than any other run-down bar." Jun said with a happy look in his face.
After the devil blew a kiss over to Jun, though, a deep, deep blush appeared in his face.
She left for the next costumer and Jun sinked his lips into the dark of the beer.
"R-Relax, me. It is just normal flirty behavior for any one costumer of the night. Urgh." The boy's lips siunk deeper into the dark liquid.
To get his head off of that, he started seeing his fellow Chasers that were in the cafe as well.
There were Katherine and Lucille, both of them older than himself but Katherine being way nearer his age. Lucille definitely creeped her out some. Vampire or not, the fact that she did not age definitely gave him the creeps. Then again, with Youkai and whatnot running rampant, a vampire should be the least of his worries.
Speaking of never aging freaks, there was also Rui-Ling. No comment about him, really. Mainly because he thought it a bad idea to mess with a 100 something guy.
Luciel seemed smarter than your run-of-the-mill guy, but Jun had never gotten into detail to talk with him. He also found his French accent kind of funny.
As for Kazuki, well, he seemed a brute, more or less. Jun actively avoided the guy.
There was also a girl with purple hair carrying a teddy bear.... Jun decided to make some small talk with her later. She seemed somewhat dumb. Someone he could brag about his (not) vastly superior intellect. Perhaps also help her around some, since she seemed kind of lost. Not that he would mention that.
Afterwards, Aria arrived and told all of them about their mission. Or well, the main mission.
Jun was not entirely interested in that, to be honest. While the Cataloger was indeed picking a fight with the Chasers, Jun certainly felt that it was with every other Chaser but himself. Why you ask? Because he did not have a particular treasure he could lose.
Jun would go to the Cataloguer if his presence was required, but if not, then he'd await for another mission. There should be others, if they gathered this many Chasers.
He was also fairly certain that his presence would not be required. There were countless other people more skilled than himself in duels, and Jun himself relied more on plans and traps rather than a straight on fight against the youkais, or the Cataloguer in this case.
Ellie then stepped up and started explaining every other mission that needed the Chasers' attention. The first one definitely caught Jun's attention.
He stood up and walked over to where Ellie was, alongside Rui, whom he acknowledged with a slight movement of his head.
"Well, if no one will drag me somewhere else, I'll take the detective work. You said Amagumi Park, right?"
Jun said, trying to seem as indifferent as he could. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
Theme: |
51,534 | 1,396 | 12 | 986 | 1,735 | With a hand, Luciel turned the glass with the shifting flower towards the waiter who'd offered them the glass as if trying to gain their attention before quickly giving up. It was clear that a simple plant sprouting from nothing wasn't nearly interesting enough to draw them away from their job; who was to say what else they'd seen that night, alone.
Sighing, the hunter mixed the iced tea mix with the iceless water from the tap, using his pinky to stir. Whomever had the displeasure of owning the facility obviously had more important things to do than manage quality towards paying customers.
The flavor was supposed to be similar to raspberry, though it came off like cheap lemonade. It smelled dissuading, but the knight had consumed arguably less palatable and cheaply unhealthy things in his borderline poverty since moving to Sonomachi. Struggle stemmed from sacrifice, and he'd never known the taste of a silver spoon.
Lifting the glass, he went to take a sip before jumping as hands rested on his shoulders. The motion almost spilled the cheap beverage, small ripples of reds and violets rippling like water from where the woman's hands touched while she spoke. "Yes vell...zeh night iz young" he mused as to excuse what he perceived as criticism before taking a sip. It was weirdly sweet, probably being mostly sugar by how the cafe seemed to be run in such a manner. "Ehn I am not picky vith beverage formalities" Luciel continued, folding one leg over the other and leaning back as the doughnut was set in front of him before softly musing, "A packet ouf powder does not concern eitzelf vith zeh time ouf day~" with a sigh and a chuckle while they stared the culinary confection down.
Sweets...pastries and sugary snacks never appealed much to the albino. A tiny weakness in his teeth made them painfully sensitive to the acid. It was debatably a blessing in disguise since his image was easily maintained without the temptation of such things as what the intoxicating aroma of the freshly baked pastry promised to offer. It wasn't to say he didn't appreciate the offer or that he hated sweets, it just hurt to eat them.
It reminded him that he should probably stop by the store after he hopefully got paid from tonight's job. Luciel was admittedly quite hungry after running out of food almost a day ago. A bottle of sriracha and other spices were a poor supplement for sustenance since he valued his tastebuds' natural quality of not being melted.
News about the man known as the 'Cataloger' meant little to the gentleman hunter. There were no artifacts for him to lose, and no reason to be of interest to some weirdo who creeped on those that did. However, the missions were particularly interesting. Beating up teens seemed like an easy way to put hours in, though maybe a little undignified. The spirits and customs of Japan were strange and he was a little worried about overdoing it or not bowing at the right time or other craziness. It was a good option to fall back on, though the activity in the park was more of his forte. Whatever mysterious there is would have a rough time trying to overtake Luciel in his natural environment.
Diplomacy concerning the riverside was none of Luciel's business. He wasn't the best when it came to talking to people he didn't know, and he didn't live by the riverside and had nothing to lose from a failed mission. That in mind, it was easier not to affiliate himself with appealing to the faith in others with high tension. In his personal opinion, it'd be as open and shut of a case as beating up the teen at the temple.
He'd be certain to head to the park. The wildcard of the unknown occurrences would be interesting, but there wasn't much he wouldn't be prepared for...he could go for a walk in the park, anyway. | --No longer attending-- |
51,535 | 1,396 | 13 | 1,950 | 906 | Kazuki let his chai sit when he first received it. Ellie explained that Miss Chikage from the Junction had summoned them all here. He looked around and took note as the others made their appearances. The Chasers were quite some interesting people, from young to old and lone wolves to the much too friendly. As everyone gathered Aria began handing out doughnuts to everyone. Kazuki gratefully accepted his and began eating it. He skipped supper that night and a doughnut and chai would make for a fine substitute.
Soon Aria got everyone's attention and began to inform everyone of the request given from Miss Chikage. Something about some Cataloger that wanted all of the treasures in the area. His mind instantly darted to Rui-Ling. Haha, good luck getting that guy's treasure. He's not even just immortal, he respawns if he's killed. Even if I faced this guy and lost, I wonder how he would get Rui's treasure. I think I'll just leave it to him anyways. It should be easy for him. That guy puts us all to shame. I guess I'd help him if he needs it, since it's a challenge to us all. Kazuki finished his doughnut as Aria finished talking about the Cataloger. He began to sip at his drink as it was getting luke-warm now. He didn't like very hot drinks. They burn would agitate his tongue for hours afterwards.
Ellie began to speak again on the verious other missions that would be needed done that night, or possibly the next even, if they weren't completed tonight. He was rather neutral in his opinion of the missions. If he was going alone, he normally just took whichever was paying the best, but he wasn't hurting for cash and he could work with others as well. Another Chaser had taken interest in the park job, and investigating was always entertaining. He wasn't really in the mood to beat up a gang tonight, like Ellie said, they were losers. "I'll help out with park job if that's ok? If we don't need that many, I can do something else too. I'm not really picky tonight." | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,536 | 1,396 | 14 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine Sinclair-
Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long for things to get moving. She hated waiting, it was almost as annoying as going all day without a cigarette. Though, maybe a hangover was worse than that. She had yet to decide which one was. Maybe they were the same...eh, whatever. Thoughts for later since she didn't have a hangover, or had gone all day without a cigarette. So she listened to the girl speaking. She had a way with words, at least and was mostly straight and to the point. That was good, she hated needlessly long explanations.
She placed her elbows on the table as their oh so glorious leader spoke, resting her cheek on one of her palms as she mulled over what she said, a small grin forming on her lips. The 'Cataloger', eh? Well, if someone wanted to pick a fight with 'em, she'd be more than goddamn happy to give 'em what they wanted. Not to mention, if this cataloger guy had some pretty neat toys - treasures, as they were called, she could beat him to a pulp and take one for herself. Now that, would be quite a prize. She'd definitely have to make sure she was around to kick his ass whenever he crawled out of whatever hole he was living in, so she made a mental note to be ready when that happened.
For now, though, she focused on the other missions, going through all of them in her head. Taking care of some brats? Yeah, no. She wasn't in the job of baby sitting. She'd certainly teach those brats that you mess with people, you could very well get fucked up pretty bad, but since that was apparently against the rules...yeah, not touching that one.
Next, something about some Kappas or something fighting. Well, if by 'making them stop' meant ending any and all future conflicts permanently in a not so friendly way, then yeah she'd be all over that. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure offing all of them herself would be a hassle, if not dangerous and difficult. Not to mention she doubted the others would find that very...appealing. Not that she really cared, but she had enough shit to deal with.
So that left the first one.
And while she was by no means a detective...it was the one that sounded the most appealing to her. So, snubbing out the cigarette on the table and leaving it there (Someone would clean it up), she walked up to Ellie and the others.
"Might as well go to the park too." She said, walking up next to Jun and the other kid, not really caring if they minded her helping or not. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,537 | 1,396 | 15 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
Ellie's response to Lucille's request was met with lighthearted laughter. "Ah, sweetie, you need not be so humble with me," she remarked, reaching her hand in her purse to withdraw money. She wasn't familiar with Yen pricing just yet but had a fairly good grasp. It didn't matter either way as she took the glass of chardonnay and slipped a tight wad of ten thousand yen into Ellie's hand in the same motion. Before she could enjoy her drink, however, Aria had come joined the other Chasers and presented each of them a doughnut, including Lucille. With her free hand she briefly inspected it before taking a single bite without complaint. She didn't really need to eat it, just like how Aria didn't, but it at least tasted like a sweet treat. After finishing the pastry she was about to enjoy her drink when the dark-haired girl responded shyly.
"Kaede, yeah? Don't be so nervous, child. I'm not going to eat you or anything," Lucille assured her, before taking a sip of her fancy alcohol. She had always had a taste for fine dining but was a lightweight for most her life. Until she became a vampire, that is. Now she could drink all the wine she wanted without ever getting drunk or hungover. After enjoying her sip, she answered Kaede's question. "I hadn't seen you around before and I have a bad habit of wanting to know about people. I do apologize for being so obtuse about it." She flashed the girl a toothy grin, once again revealing her fangs, before going back to drinking her glass of chardonnay. She kept silent as Aria and Ellie explained the situation at hand. This Cataloger fellow seemed like he wouldn't be much of a problem. Lucille wasn't familiar with him, as she has only been a vampire for a year and been familiar with the Chasers for even less, but apparently he would require multiple Chasers to handle.
But he wasn't the only problem at hand in Sonomachi tonight. One particular issue caught Lucille's interest more-so than the rest. "Children forming gangs?" she mentioned to herself quietly between two sips of her drink. "That isn't acceptable." With one final sip she had emptied the glass and set it back on the counter. When Ellie would return to get the glass she would speak up. "I will go to the Setsuna Temple," Lucille announced, standing up from her seat. "I've only ever had to spank my children three times, so I'm sure I can take care of the kids without hurting them. They simply need a little help." The vampire slung her purse over her shoulder and adjusted it to a comfortable position. Before she would head out the door, however, she would stop and give Aria a smile and wave. Despite actually appearing younger than Lucille, Aria was a much more experienced vampire. She had initially helped Lucille get accustomed to her new abilities and even taught her the fundamentals to using magic. She had respect for Aria, and considering she looked like an adolescent she also thought Aria was quite cute. "If the Cataloger shows up just give me a call, but I'll settle the teenagers down at that temple first." | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,538 | 1,396 | 16 | 1,522 | 1,028 | Carver Jazz
“There you go Sir, I have just finished the engravings on your locks. Now even if they have the key, unless the rest their thumb just here” demonstrating for his customer, the wooden knot under Carver’s thumb lit up briefly “the lock will not turn and thanks to the reinforcement symbols it would be easier to try and dig through the floor than try through the door or windows. Now as mentioned in the quote, these symbols are the lasting kind, not the single use so you will need to recharge their magical qualities at least once a fortnight”
Seeing the slight frown on his client’s face Carver put on his best salesman smile “Don’t worry, consider this as something like hiring a cleaner or a lawnmower, simply another service for you to maintain peace of mind. Now, although I did warn you, as a reputable businessman how could I leave you in the lurch my friend? Take these three cards. They are all of local mages that I have made arrangements with. Give them the referral number written on the back and they will be sure to give you a discount!” pearly white teeth and sapphire blue eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light as the customer’s concerns were obviously lessened and handed over the cash for Carver’s job.
“Here’s my number, if anything else happens, or if you need any more engravings, or if you know someone who could use my assistance I’ll happily oblige~!” with a wave Carver looked at his watch and picked up his tennis bag that held all his tools. Carter saw no need to hurry and casually walked off. If he was already late, what did it matter if he was a minute or ten? Late is late after all. Taking out a sharpie marker and holding it between his teeth Carver searched his pockets and took out five ice-cream sticks. Sketching out a few symbols near the centre, Carver pressed his thumb down and branded the mark into the flimsy wood. Finishing, Carver took out a cigarette case and put the sticks in, joining the other four stacks of similar sticks with different symbols.
Arriving at Dangeki Carver walked in announcing himself “Knock, knock? Hello? Yes it’s me, the great peddler of your heart’s unknown desires~!” seeing a group of people already well situated, some moving off Carver scratched his head “Ah well, I was late anyway” seeing the board and the list of jobs he turned to the vampire behind the counter “Aria, love. Apple of my eye, did you bring me here to meet some lovely customers~?” spinning on his heel Carver puts his arm around Rui-Ling’s shoulders
“Now, sir, have you ever been in the situation where you thought ‘If only I was a wind mage I wouldn’t be so overwhelmed’? Or ever thought to yourself ‘I need some extra defence to my arsenal? Well do I have the deal for you~!” whipping out his cigarette case and takes out a ice-cream stick with a green sharpie mark branded into it “No I know what you are thinking ‘Why on earth is this handsome and eloquent gentleman taking out grafittied trash?’ I say to you sir do not be deceived! Before your very eyes is a custom made wind talisman! What does it do? Simple, break the stick towards your foe and a tornado worthy of a grand wind mage will burst forth to smite them!” dangles this stick in front of Rui-Ling’s eyes
“Now sir, I can tell that you are dubious and frankly I can not blame you. Despite my trustworthy face, my claims obviously sound like ramblings of a mad-man! However I say to you fine sir that for a one time offer I am willing to give you a single free sample of whatever element you choose! Do you like fireballs, but lack the mojo? Easy. Wish for the cover of a watery fog? That can be done. Put the fear of God in the car hoons that honk and holler while you try to sleep? Simplicity itself! Use this Earthen talisman and watch as a fissure appears swallowing their car down to Dante’s Inferno!” stepping to stand in front of Rui-Ling and smiles wickedly “So, which free sample would you like to try? I guarantee you won’t be disappointed~” | Name: Carver Jazz
Title: Author
Gender: Male
Age: 19 in appearance, at least 100 in actual age. He stopped counting once he reached the 100 milestone
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Personality: If just one word was used to describe Carver it would be careful. Carver will never rush headlong into a situation, he will stand back and watch. A businessman in addition to a hunter, Carver makes certain that he will profit from any action he takes, not money though, he can make that hand over fist, but relics, materials and favours from powerful people being his preferred reward.
Short Bio: When Carver graduated he had little prospects, not that he wasn't smart, only that he lacked the funds to support any form of tertiary education. So knuckling down, Carver went out and got a job, with the hopes of working for a year or two straight in an attempt to go to college then. From their it becomes an age old tale of a door-to-door salesman taking a wrong turn down the wrong alleyway and coming out in Crimson Sky. Discovering his new found talents Carver wandered around and selling his enhanced wares at a premium price.
Powers: Symbols, runes, glyphs. What ever name you use to describe them, Carver uses them to allow him to fight at a level far above what his otherwise human physique would allow. Symbols on bullets to give them elemental effects is one of the more basic uses, but Carver’s main method is tattoos, invisible until activated.
When active Carver’s speed and strength are greatly enhanced. Depending on which tattoo’s he taps in what order can alter the balance of effects, such as purely enhancing his speed or toughness of his skin.
The method that has kept him alive so long is precisely his symbols, a special sequence painfully carved into his bones that enhances vitality and speeds his recovery.
Objects enhanced by his symbols come in two varieties. One is single use, such as bullets or protective talismans. The other is constant, these require more intricate, time consuming symbols and need to be recharged periodically. Thankfully any mage can recharge an applied permanent symbol.
Weapons: A lever action shotgun, an assortment of enhanced bullets and his body once activated. It’s almost a wand the way he uses it
Equipment:
A series of markers.
An engraving knife.
Shoes that are marked to cause his footsteps to be silent.
Clothes have runes sown in to improve durability.
A series of enhanced wares, ready to sell
Other: Anything not covered above. |
51,539 | 1,396 | 17 | 1,905 | 135 | Odelia Adams
Odelia perked right up again as soon as the Head Magister took her seat next to her. She didn't really know what to do about this adorable little girl, or why shy had that look on her face, but before she could say anything the girl raised a hand, stopping Odelia's thoughts from progressing any further out of curiosity. Odelia watched as Aria closed and reopened her hand, revealing the doughnut; undoubtedly the most tastiest and cutest the she's ever seen. Odleia quickly dropped Bosco, who inaudibly fell to the floor after bumping off her leg, and let out a creepy half-smile upon realization that the doughnut was indeed for her as she took it from Aria's hand. Mouthing the words "thank you" before she got up to visit the others.
Before she could start in on her doughnut though, another waitress or maybe the barista (Odelia didn't know), revisited her table, though this time being a bit more personal. "Odelia Adams; I'm good now." She intervened, noting to the magic pastry given to her by Aria before letting Ellie continue. She just slowly nodded her head, her half-smile turning more into a smirk, but relatively just as creepy, as Ellie finished advertising the cafe's hospitality. A moment passed for Ellie to move on, before she removed the left-over paper stick of her lollipop from her mouth and taking a small bite of the doughnut, again and again until it disappeared just as fully as it entered.
A small clap from Aria grabbed her attention and gave it to the magical girl who then began talking about a challenge from a guy she didn't know. She didn't really care as she defiantly didn't have any treasure, though the thought of getting one off of said challenge did intrigue her a bit. She watched as Ellie explained the different jobs to do around these parts, none of them striking her fancy to do for work. Although, she would probably head up to the temple, even if just to see the spirits. She watched as the others, who she assumed were all chasers at this point, conversed among themselves as the door bell announced another patron entering the room, giving her attention to this quite energetic fellow. He was rather loud, but she could help admit that he was rather entertaining to watch. | Name: Odelia Adams
Title: Wicked Wench of the West
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 162.5 cm
Weight: 54.4 kg
Personality:
Odelia has a very straightforward, selfish type of personality. She never takes in consideration of those around her, but doesn't do so
to harm or spite. She shows a small range of emotions; going all out with what she loves or has her attention, able to only dote on one object virtually forever until another takes its place. With this love, most subtle displeasures can be effectively ignored or muddled through, but is known to explode should it hit levels she doesn't know how to deal with.
Short Bio:
Odelia Adams is the third daughter of two upper class fools who've never worked a day in their lives; they both being the beneficiary of centuries worth of old money. Together, they live fun lives; doing as they please, but never spending a dime they don't have to. Only going to their rich neighbor's to party whenever there was any kind of social gathering. Eventually three baby girls popped out, only acting as a small speed bump in their socially active lifestyle until it was decided that Odelia was the last. However, their house is well below average by today's standards, and not once have they hired help to care for the property or the children. Instead, giving the girls mediocre home education and the ability to govern their own lives.
Odelia and her three sisters spent a lot of time together as there weren't many other kids their age. But as time moved on and their passions grew, Odelia became more of the black sheep of the family; preferring to spend her time learning about the more intriguing ghost stories and otherwise considered oddities instead of what was shiny, new, or fun. She was often seen spending her time roaming through the nearest towns, exploring their more unkept areas gathering rumors and uncovering the truth, while going farther with every passing year until eventually leaving home for good and exploring the world.
Powers: | PsychoKinesis / Spontaneous Ignition |
Odelia's powers at its core is a very unstable variant of psychokinesis, allowing her limited psychic control over nearby objects with the off chance that what ever she focuses on can spontaneously ignite it or the air nearby before she looses her grasp of the object. However, spikes within her powers can cause a significant, though untested, discharge of destructive psychic energy over an undefined range.
Weapons:
As a psychic, no weapons are actually carried, but she isn't afraid to pick up anything nearby should she feel the need to protect herself.
Equipment:
- Bottles and jugs of volatile liquids just waiting to be set aflame and explode.
- An assortment of various packages of lollipops in various flavors.
Other:
- Multilingual, with moderate trouble in the more harsher German and Russian family of languages.
- Loves things that are small.
- Loves things that are adorable.
- Loves things that taste sweet. |
51,540 | 1,396 | 18 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Aria~
Aria grinned, pleased that everyone was getting along for the most part. She finished her pink-frosted doughnut in silence while Ellie began to explain the other missions, hand reaching in the box to pull out a freshly glazed one now. Munching on that, she heard the conversations around her, noting that for the most part, the interest in the missions seemed to be evenly divided, at least for the park and temple shrine.
Finishing her chewing, Aria answered Rui-Ling with, “From our recent reports, it’s very likely. The Cataloger is always challenging powerful individuals and I doubt he would make such a bold claim towards us if he didn’t have a new trump card to abuse.”
Other than that, no one seemed to have any further questions. With the missions being distributed by Ellie, Aria hung back to her position on the counter, swinging her legs idly as she ate away at her sweet treats. The Chasers would be free to go about their missions now at their own pace or shop amongst the many luxuries of Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café.
“If that’s all then you may proceed with your missions accordingly. You are dismissed to your duties,” Aria announced, smiling in encouragement. She caught Lucille’s gaze and nodded to her fellow vampire, assuring her that she would indeed call if the Cataloger decided to show up earlier than expected. As Lucille left, Carver finally decided to show up. Aria had to contain a roll of her eyes, the smooth-talking salesman having made up some new excuse to why he was late. Well, it didn’t matter too much. Rui-Ling could catch him up to speed.
“Ellie when you’re done serving, help me down from here,” Aria said to her familiar with a stoic expression, licking the doughnut glaze off of her fingers. “You know I’m not good with heights.”
, , , , , , , , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,541 | 1,396 | 19 | 986 | 1,735 | Hands going up to take the initiative in voicing the intention to investigate the park offset Luciel's previous enthusiasm. It would have been nice to go for a walk with maybe one or two people tagging along, though the idea of exposure to Katherine's abrasiveness seemed...well, others were more inclined to go. As imperceptive to personalities as he'd like to think he was, he had his limits. The park was more suited for the day, anyway, since some awfully weird things went on at night. The mystery of the mystery was potentially lacking in mysteriousness, and as Lucille spoke up about going to the temple/shrine, whatever they called it here, he figured it'd be better to work off of as much information as he could get.
The way he saw it, though the motherly vampire had experience with kids, the situation could quickly turn ugly if the spirits were volatile enough. Spirits only being a stone's throw away from demons, he was loathe to consider letting the woman deal with ill mannered children by herself.
Luciel finished his drink, standing with the lemon wedge which he chomped on as he made to follow, spitting the seed into a napkin which he pocketed for later. With trembling eyes and a cringe from the sourness, he turned away from the rest of the group to play it off cool while wrestling with his composure.
The tavern had started to get weird anyway, what with individuals showing up and trying to sell the snake oil version of potentially magical trinkets. Even if he had the money, Luciel silently despaired at the idea of anyone buying such things when they would likely need them in a pinch. It'd be a mess if even a single item in the character's wares turned out to be junk when a chaser needed it.
"Ehem, madam Lucille...?" the albino called after Lucille, making to follow her out. "If I may accompany you? Eit vould be best to haf allies, even vith matters zeht...ehrm..." he began, lifting a hand from his pocket to scratch at the bridge of his nose that was visible from how the scarf came up to his eyes as he looked away. "...Zeht vould ohzervize be your expertise?" Luciel tried to word in the continuation of his offer, his accent coming off thick in his discomfort with being the one to speak up. Exposed to the dim ambiance of distant neon lights, the snow white tinge of the coat faded to a deep charcoal grey.
The awkwardness of Luciel's drawn out offer dawned on him and he cleared his throat to try again. "My I assist you vith zeh temple?" he simply asked, looking back to Lucille with more composure to his tone.
It was usually strange when Luciel was the one to speak up, though picking missions didn't favor those with passive demeanors and he found it appropriate enough of an occasion to swallow his tendencies in order to potentially protect one of the few hunters he cared for. However, knowing so much about Luciel would hint to his offer being a suggestion of a 'plan b' if her approach didn't pan out, since the albino wasn't noted to be the best with diplomacy; a weakness which he figured Lucille could easily make up for.
Luciel simply wanted the night to go easily since the hope of payment made his stomach quietly growl, sufficiently muffled behind the fabric of the coat which began to curl in small tendrils at the edges. | --No longer attending-- |
51,542 | 1,396 | 20 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
When Dara approached saying that he too was interested in the job, well, what else could Jun say?
He didn't really want to get into a fight with Mr. Odd Eyebrows, and perhaps his assistance would prove rather useful in the long run. Hired muscle, that's how Jun would look at this temporary team-up.
"Well, I've no objections with that." Jun said with a slightly troubled smile.
And then there was the other girl who was the 'Shoot first, ask questions later' type, or at least that's how Jun saw her.
"Sure. Just leave the thinking to me and this job should be easy. As long as you don't think, I mean. Just... cover my back and this should be a walk in the park! Get it? Cause, we are actually going to a park. Gosh, I'm so funny." Jun puffed out his chest.
Then, he reminded himself of that, 'Gosh, I AM so funny.'
There was no way these two brutes had what it took for detective work, even if one of them was an ex-cop, or something along those lines. Perhaps especially because she was an ex-cop... or something.
Jun then turned on his heel and started walking towards the door, his head and pride still up-high in the air. This was one of those times that he could be a show-off and no one would berate him about it. It was time to show the world that he was, in fact, more intelligent than anyone else currently at that cafe! Perhaps not more knowledgeable, but more clever than them sure!
Though he did not take into account something. Did the two brutes behind him have any kind of transportation? Sure, he looked ridiculous in his, but he could get to most places quickly and did not have to walk.
"Say, you two have some kind of vehicle to go to the park, right?... Right? If you don't, well, I COULD let one of you hop on behind me if you insisted." He said with a smug smile in his face. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
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51,543 | 1,396 | 21 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine Sinclair-
Jun's little joke, if he could call it that, actually earned a small chuckle from Kat.
"Yeah yeah," She replied. "You don't make a horrible joke like that again, and I'll watch your back anytime you want." Honestly, she wasn't looking forward to working with either of these guys. She vaguely knew about them. Knowing things was part of her job back in the military after all. She knew how to keep here eyes and ears open, and she didn't know them personally, but she knew generally what they were capable of. The kid was named Jun Kaiki, the other guy was Kaizuki or something. Jun could control ice or something, Kaizuki could manipulate glass. She had never worked with them before, considering she preferred to work mostly alone, but well...a one time deal wasn't that bad. Hell, maybe she'd like working with them.
...yeah, probably not. Jun seemed like a little brat from the way he was acting. His nose was stuck right up in the air as he walked towards the door. Ugh, she almost wanted to teach that brat the meaning of the word 'humility'. Well, either way she started to follow after him. When he spoke up again, dear god she had to refrain from slapping him. That mouth of his...that smug smile just deserved the be bashed in.
Fighting here would be bad, though.
"As much as I'd like to share a ride with a brat like you," She brushed past Jun with a frown. "I think I'll pass. I'll walk or get a cab." Truthfully, she did have a vehicle she used sometimes if she had to get somewhere in a hurry. A motorcycle, but she didn't use it much. "Not sure that thing could fit us anyways, and I'd rather not look like some virgin with a dead-end job."
And with that, she left the Cafe, heading right for the park. She'd probably walk there, and since she had her handgun with her, she didn't need to stop by her place either. Though maybe she'd need her shotgun....eh, nah. She doubted this was going to be anything big. And she had her other abilities, too, if she had too. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,544 | 1,396 | 22 | 1,950 | 906 | Kazuki was happy and relieved that Jun was fine with him going to the park with him, even if he looked hesitant about it. He watched as Jun turned and joked with Katherine about being the brains of the outfit. Kazuki didn't really laugh as he didn't really find it that funny, even if it wasn't aimed at him. Jun probably was very clever and maybe even knowledgeable, but Kazuki had his own wisdom as well. He liked the saying 'better to be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt'. He felt like it might apply with Jun. Even fools could be smart and witty.
Katherine gave her own remark to Jun's tomfoolery. She seemed quite capable of handling herself. It may have been her previous training or just her personality. Her ability to make shields kept her at arms length from a lot of harm, and her weapons were pretty effective or at least stunning to most. She seemed very independent, but at the same time, like she wanted to be around people. She would be interesting to learn more about.
Jun asked them if they needed rides. Kazuki would just take his bike there. If he could have fit it into a vehicle or something that may have worked, but carrying a bike on a scooter would have looked ridiculous. "Thanks, but I'll just ride my bike there. I'll probably get there a little bit after you. That way you can investigate without us distracting you." Kazuki decided to play into Jun's ego a bit. He left for the park shortly after Katherine. She was walking a short distance in front of him. He figured it was a long shot, as she shut down Jun, but he might as well ask. He rode up next to her and slowed to her pace. "I know it may look like some anime couple or some losers with dead end jobs, but do you want to sit on the rear rack? It'll be faster than just walking, and I'll be fine pedaling." | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,545 | 1,396 | 23 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Sonomachi City - Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
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Well, since her mistr, erm... master had deal with most of what there was to do, all that was left to Ellie, indulge Ling with some more information, which she did with a teasing smile in her lips "Hmm~ I didn't knew that you had a bone to pick with the Jackets, Ling-Ling. What they did, splash water on you on a rainy day?"
"Either way, The Jackets are were they are supposed to be, at the Old Port/Industrial District. You can probably find them on the Freeway as well." Ellie pointed to a portion of the city map, making the Jackets usual tracks with small dots of red light, "But to get them, Ling-Ling, you'll need a ride of your, own... unless you think you can outrun racing motorcycles on foot. But fear not, the great Ellie-sama as just what you need and the best part is that it'll be totally free on this limited time offer." As Ellie said so, she handed an ignition key to Rui-Ling, smirking as she finished her explanation "It's on the store's back. Just bring it back in one piece, ok?"
Indeed, on the back store, just under a dusty cloth, Rui-Ling would find a red Kawasaki Ninja 1000, actually more of a touring than a sports motorcycle (as evidenced by the attached sidecar), but still it had the power needed to outwit the Jackets in their own game. However, Ellie's advice would be best to be heed, because said vehicle belonged to none other than the World's Strongest Mage, who was borrowing her master's garage, since Reiko's own was full of junk.
Nevertheless, with the tools in hand, it was up to Rui-Ling, how things would turn out, our so, it was thought.
After finishing up with Ling, Ellie hurried back inside the Café, to scoop her beloved mistr-, erm... master, out of the trap she'd set on her own. Owing t the fact that no Chaser was left in the Dangeki right now, Ellie used this opportunity to get a little more intimate with Aria as she crossed her arms around her master's body and lifting her up as Ellie's hands mapped the gentle slopes doting Aria's chest.
"There you go, Master, I hope you are not mad, I had to dispatch Ling-Ling first. Of course, if you are, I'll gladly accept any kind of punishment you'd like to admonish~" Ellie teased, revealing a fanged grin.
Sonomachi City - Amagumi Park
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As the first one of the Chasers arrived at the park, no matter who it would be, they would notice that the usually lively place was almost empty, even the wind was as cold as the very caress of a shinigami. Most, if not all, lampposts seemed to be flickering and a strange mist gathered around the park at this early evening.
Independent of what course of action they would take, the Chasers would be met with a serious problem, the park was too large and they would have to choose between dividing their forces to save time, or play safe and explore the place as a team.
There were four possible areas of interest according to Ellie's reports:
- The Lake: A small lakeside walk, used frequently as a track by would be athletes. Reports of weird lights appearing on the water's edge had been coming steady for at leas a week.
- The Playground: A playground for the infants who visit the park. Thee swings have been spotted moving on their own, despite the air being as still as tonight.
- The Acoustical Shell: An open air theater used in many different presentations. There had been sightings of the equipment functioning and even "music" being played when no one is around.
- The Botanical Garden: The city's repository of green life, it's kept and maintained by Sonomachi's University Bio Sciences Center and boosts a dazzling collection of temperate and subtropical fauna from all over the world. Reports of " queer things" moving in the bushes only to disappear when you get close, were coming for a time now.
The choice was theirs now, independent of it the nagging feeling that they were being observed by something would be plaguing the Chasers from now on...
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Sonomachi City - Amagumi Park
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The sound of loud music and revving engines filled the the gasoline smelling air as the gang of misfits known as the Yellow Jackets, after their obnoxious hornet stripe jackets and their leader, the infamous Suzumebachi, the hornet-like Youkai, was readying them selves for another night out, doing as they please.
On the central position, a figure engulfed by shadows thicker that oil grinned widely and she observed the Jackets go on their routine. No one appeared to mind the monstrous being's presence, so either it belonged there and was no concern of their, or it was somehow concealed, independent of that, its slasher smile only grew wider as the renegade bikers were set on their course.
One by one the pieces were falling in their place, the figure thought as she scuttled back to the shadows "Indeed, observing the show from the side every now and then could prove to be most interesting... ku ku ku." | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,546 | 1,396 | 24 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
Indeed, Jun was the first to arrive to the park in a slightly ridiculous manner.
To be honest, Jun was self conscious of how he looked in his scooter, but 'It was cheap and it was affordable. Not to mention that it looked cool in my mind before I... actually hopped unto it.'
It was one of the few times Jun's imagination slipped up (no really, it was), and not only Katherine and Mumem Rider Kazuki had given him a hard time about it. His ego was bruised, that much was certain.
Still, Jun's most prized possession on himself, his brain, was working as finely as any other day. The ominous and eerie feeling he got from the park made him stand in place, waiting for his teammates to arrive.
Yes, he had seen the place earlier in the morning and it was nothing like what it seemed right now. It sent chills down his spine.
Better not move until his hired muscle arrived at the place.
Upon their arrival, Jun would turn to them and instruct them of what they should do, and what he thought were the areas of most interest in this regard, judging from what Ellie's reports said.
"You sure took your sweet time, you two. In any case, what do you two think? Eerie, isn't it? If you want the opinion of the brains of the operation, I suggest we split up. We can cover a larger area that way."
Still, he wanted some way to ask for help should it be needed. He would wait to see what they had to say about his suggestion, before bringing up the fact that they needed some kind of panic button. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
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51,547 | 1,396 | 25 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Aria~
Aria stared down Ellie with an emotionless gaze. Raising her arms up and holding them out into a “T” position, she waited patiently for her familiar to lift her up and place back down on solid ground. She noted the position of Ellie’s hands, hearing her words and seeing the mischievous fanged grin. Sighing, Aria took hold of a chocolate doughnut this time with one hand…and promptly chopped at Ellie’s head with the other.
“Don’t be ridiculous Ellie. There’s still much paperwork to be done because someone decided to distract me earlier,” she said with a critical eye. “Though I might still punish you. Maybe tie you up on the Dangeki’s roof as a reminder of not to tamper with my sweets. Now come along. We have work to do. Unless you feel like helping me in my papers?”
Already knowing the answer, the Head Magister took a bite out of her doughnut and left to head to the back of the Dangeki. She would leave it to her Chasers to handle the night’s events. Things were certainly interesting this evening, and she wondered briefly if there was a reason for that.
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Sonomachi City - Setsuna Temple
Setsuna Temple. Usually a place of tranquil beauty and meditation…only to be trampled upon by the rebellious of modern society. A once peaceful, serene area, now had a constant thunder cloud hovering above the temple and any building adjoining it. Cracks of lightning could be seen every few seconds and the boom of thunder swiftly followed.
The temple walls were now marked up in heavy doses of graffiti and profanity, street art of the vulgar kind being the new backdrop for the temple. Even now, a member of the Black Fang, some sort of extremist gang, was marking up one of the Temple walls even now. A Raijuu by the look of things; it didn’t seem like he would be stopping any time soon.
, , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,548 | 1,396 | 26 | 201 | 1,318 | A new trump card, huh? What was it going to be this time, five seconds of time stop? An omnidirectional crossbow bolt? Transmutation without exchange? The Cataloguer must be a lucky person, to stumble across all these treasures in one lifetime. Makes one wonder if his first Treasure was a Treasure-seeking map.
Nevertheless, he smiled, dipping his head down to thank the Magister…right as a familiarly unchanging face popped up into the Dangeki Pawn and Parlour Café. Now, there were four immortals in the establishment, and Rui-Ling couldn’t help but laugh at Carver’s pitch. Seems like the door-to-door magic salesman was still trying to get a slice of the profits Rui-Ling got from his organ-selling days, and while the silver-armed youth considered packing some magical heat…
“Carver, you know, we’ve known each other for years, and we’ve probably had this conversation before, but really, maybe you should find someone else to buy your stuff. I’m more of an ‘expensive food’ type of person, you know? That being said, on the topic of people to buy your charms…not 100% sure, but there’s these two Chasers by the name of Lucille and Katherine who didn’t get the memo yet that normal bullets are fifty degrees of useless against most youkai. Perhaps work some of your magic there, lady-killer?”
Rui-Ling patted the slightly shorter teen on the back, winking. “And don’t worry, that information’s free of charge…but seriously, I have all the time in the world to prostrate myself before Aria and become a magical boy, so I’m not in any particular rush to add more spells to my bag of tricks. Keep your sample, and good luck, my friend~”
With that said and done, he turned his attention to Ellie, who finally began dispensing information about the whereabouts of the Yellow Jackets. Shrugging at her speculations about his grudge, he said, “Long story short, it was 1979, I was at an outdoors music festival in Kyoto, and they did a drive-by for shits and giggles. Got trampled to death like…three, five times before I tore out all their souls? Would have been fine with it, really, if those Yellow Jackets didn’t do the same thing seven years ago in Downtown Sonomachi, during the Proud of My Voice live performance. After that, I beat them in a race, stole all their vehicles, stripped them nude, and kicked their asses out...so the cycle of hatred was cemented.”
Patting his own legs, which, unfortunately, hadn’t gained any muscle at all during the past century or so, the immortal nodded at Ellie’s offer for a ride. Unfortunately, his particular brand of immortality meant that nothing could change about him at all. His hair was the same as it had always been, and no matter how much physical training he did, all Rui-Ling could do was be more efficient with what he had. And, as it was, the body of a teenager, regardless of how perfect his running posture was, could not outrun a vehicle.
A shame, really. He probably could do it if he was 25 years old and in the prime of his human life.
Palming the ignition key, the immortal nodded in assent. “No worries, I’ll bring it back without a scratch, Ellie. Swear upon my blood money…and please don’t take a page out of Carver’s book. Don’t need two infomercial characters in Sonomachi.”
With that, he went off to the back of the store, sweeping off the motorcycle dramatically. Tracing a line on the side of its polished red surface, the immortal tentatively tapped the side of the vehicle with his silvered hand. No magical reaction. Good, so Reiko wasn’t paranoid enough to buy an ensorcelled motorcycle as well. Hopping on and twisting in the ignition, Rui-Ling grinned at the rumble of the vehicle below him. It purred like a lion, more than enough power to shame the Yellow Jackets before he kicked their ass out of Sonomachi.
Pulling out of the shop and trying not to laugh at Jun’s scooter, Rui-Ling drove off, gliding through the streets seamlessly. With twenty-two years of experience with all sorts of vehicles and eighteen more of stunt driving, the half-Chinese Chaser zoomed towards the darkened realm of the Industrial District, a red streak through lonely streets.
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Once he got to the heart of the Old Port, it was easy enough to hear and smell the presence of the motorcycle gang. The gasoline guzzling freaks were at it again, and it looked like their leader had recovered from the facial disfigurations Rui-Ling put him through last time. Pulling his mechanical mount up through the doors of the abandoned warehouse, he stepped off in front of the gang, blue eyes burning fearlessly.
“Welcome back to Sonomachi, you yellow worms! Come here to be humiliated again? Or did you actually get better since the last time I outraced you, took your rides, and sold them for 500 yen on EBay?”
Rui-Ling spat, eight years of training sending the wad of spittle right at Suzumebachi’s feet.
“Honestly, I’ve missed out on AKB48’s concert for this bullshit, and there's some Treasure-hunter around these parts as well that I need to apprehend already, so if you want to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, I might let you go home fully clothed this time.” | Name: Rui-Ling Kazanari
Title: Spirit Hammer, Gordeau
Gender: Male
Age: Has stopped aging when he was 17, having lived 158 years by now.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 179lbs
Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.
Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.
Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.
Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.
Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.
It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.
After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.
Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.
A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.
Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.
Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.
The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.
Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.
A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.
Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.
Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.
Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.
As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.
Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.
If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever. |
51,549 | 1,396 | 27 | 1,905 | 135 | Odelia Adams
It was clear at this point that the meeting was over, probably for the last few minutes or so, but it wasn't until the sales pitch on magical trinkets fell through that she decided to leave. After all, she didn't want to become the next victim herself to be suckered into spending money on what was probably useless junk. Odelia bent over to pick up Bosco and, after pushing in her chair, was out the door, the small ring ting ting announcing her departure.
The funny thing was that Odelia had no clue where she was going. She supposed she could just walk back in and ask just about anybody, but truth be told, she didn't care where she ended up. And it wold be better to get to know the layout of the town while she was at it. Of course should something pop up she would gladly lend a hand, and who knows; maybe she'd get to find an actual ghost on her own?
Moving out, she picked a direction at random and just started walking, but not before sticking another lollipop into her mouth, this time cherry flavor. As a general rule, she moved from alley way to alley way while keeping tabs on the major streets and points of interests, such as a bakery not too far away from the Cafe. It wasn't long before she reached the mouth of the river. It was probably better not to cross it before exploring the rest of this half of the city, but now was a perfect time for a break as she sat down staring out into the ocean's horizon. | Name: Odelia Adams
Title: Wicked Wench of the West
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 162.5 cm
Weight: 54.4 kg
Personality:
Odelia has a very straightforward, selfish type of personality. She never takes in consideration of those around her, but doesn't do so
to harm or spite. She shows a small range of emotions; going all out with what she loves or has her attention, able to only dote on one object virtually forever until another takes its place. With this love, most subtle displeasures can be effectively ignored or muddled through, but is known to explode should it hit levels she doesn't know how to deal with.
Short Bio:
Odelia Adams is the third daughter of two upper class fools who've never worked a day in their lives; they both being the beneficiary of centuries worth of old money. Together, they live fun lives; doing as they please, but never spending a dime they don't have to. Only going to their rich neighbor's to party whenever there was any kind of social gathering. Eventually three baby girls popped out, only acting as a small speed bump in their socially active lifestyle until it was decided that Odelia was the last. However, their house is well below average by today's standards, and not once have they hired help to care for the property or the children. Instead, giving the girls mediocre home education and the ability to govern their own lives.
Odelia and her three sisters spent a lot of time together as there weren't many other kids their age. But as time moved on and their passions grew, Odelia became more of the black sheep of the family; preferring to spend her time learning about the more intriguing ghost stories and otherwise considered oddities instead of what was shiny, new, or fun. She was often seen spending her time roaming through the nearest towns, exploring their more unkept areas gathering rumors and uncovering the truth, while going farther with every passing year until eventually leaving home for good and exploring the world.
Powers: | PsychoKinesis / Spontaneous Ignition |
Odelia's powers at its core is a very unstable variant of psychokinesis, allowing her limited psychic control over nearby objects with the off chance that what ever she focuses on can spontaneously ignite it or the air nearby before she looses her grasp of the object. However, spikes within her powers can cause a significant, though untested, discharge of destructive psychic energy over an undefined range.
Weapons:
As a psychic, no weapons are actually carried, but she isn't afraid to pick up anything nearby should she feel the need to protect herself.
Equipment:
- Bottles and jugs of volatile liquids just waiting to be set aflame and explode.
- An assortment of various packages of lollipops in various flavors.
Other:
- Multilingual, with moderate trouble in the more harsher German and Russian family of languages.
- Loves things that are small.
- Loves things that are adorable.
- Loves things that taste sweet. |
51,550 | 1,396 | 28 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
Luciel stopped Lucille as she made her way to her parked car, asking in his usual nervous manner if he could tag along to the temple. The unaging woman gave him a smile before fishing her car keys out of her purse. "Of course you could come along," she answered, unlocking the car remotely and approaching the driver's side door. "I always appreciate the company. It is never a bad idea to have back-up as well." Lucille waited a brief moment for her younger partner to get in her fancy car before she would take off. The drive wouldn't take too long, as traffic was dying down around now, but that didn't mean the trip would be silent. "I had always liked the cars like Mercedes-Benz or Bentley when I was younger, but my husband loved the fast cars. I could never understand why because he couldn't well drive them at top speed without getting in trouble. But I guess that's just what men do. As long as the ride is comfortable and smooth and I don't have use a clutch then I'm happy." Lucille rambled on with various anecdotes and funny stories for the duration of the drive, whether Luciel was comfortable with that or not.
"... and that was when I said to him 'I am getting my damn passport and going to the Congo' but by that night I realized I was over-reacting and talked it through. Many problems can be solved by using your words, dear," Lucille finished as their car pulled into the deserted parking lot to the Setsuna Temple. The ominous and active thunderclouds overhead didn't seem to do much to Lucille as she rather casually stepped out of the car and waited for Luciel to exit before locking it. They could already see one of the juveniles vandalizing the property, but Lucille was first occupied by adjusting her coat and removing her sunglasses. The sun had completely set by now so there was no need to have them on. Instead they were banished to her purse, which she kept slung over her shoulder as she confidently strode towards the temple and the Raijuu boy. It wasn't until after she climbed the initial set of stairs did she even acknowledge the presence of the green-haired boy.
She looked over her shoulder at Luciel behind her. "Remember: these are kids. They might be misbehaving but we do not need to hurt them... at least not severely." With that final reminder out of the way she settled her multicolored eyes on the Raijuu boy and approached him. "I don't think that's very nice," Lucille greeted, speaking louder than usual to make sure she got his attention. "Vandalizing a place of worship like this is very rude. I came here to convince you and your friends to cease this activity." She was very straightforward and sincere already, probably not very surprising for Luciel but perhaps it would be for the Raijuu boy. Lucille did use a gentle tone, something one wouldn't expect coming from a woman that was here to stop them. "Are your friends here? Can I speak with them too?" And now Luciel might be surprised. She was practically asking the hoodlum to get strength in numbers. All the advantages of a possible confrontation would seemingly go to these Black Fang kids, but Lucille didn't show any body language that would indicate nervousness. It was the opposite in fact: complete confidence. Whether that confidence was in her capability or that of the teenagers would remain to be seen. | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,551 | 1,396 | 29 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel had slowed his pace in following Lucille, subconsciously prepared for her to ignore him. On top of this, seeing the blink of the headlights from the car was certainly intimidating. Due to funds, he mostly walked or took the bus if it was too far. With that in mind, the neon glow of the luxury automobile which was likely foreign to the region. However, waiting after accepting his company was unexpected. He'd mostly taken solo jobs; 'cleanup' being more of his forte, though the name which the two essentially shared sparked a rare tone of intrigue. Seeing his reflection in the sleek vehicle was one of the many hints that it was about the point of their namesake where similarities ended.
"Ah, jeh...I vahz szinking zeht-" he started in agreement, approaching the car with a palpable moment of silence before Lucille began on the talk about cars which Luciel had nothing to substantially contribute with. Meanwhile, he was growing accustom to the scent of what a 'silver spoon' might be, firmly but gently closing the car door behind himself in slight worry that anything he did could cause offence. The car wouldn't even fit in his flat any way it was tilted, and the spacious interior...oof. Luciel was certain he could slide and lean the seat back enough to actually lay down with all of the leg room, though only played with the controls enough to confirm the suspicion before resetting it to a respectable position. In the process, his power bent his coat to instinctually mimic the interior of the car as it shrunk against his frame in a manner to make himself less noticable.
Her casual confidence as she spelled out essentially everything there was to what would have been a conversation fit nicely with his passive normality with conversation. Though her appearance betrayed her, Luciel often found it very easy to be around *ehem* individuals of escalated age; they often had so much to talk about where he had very little. With all of the experience accumulated through years of existence, it was worth listening to whatever they had to offer...
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...This was not always the case, as the car ride mostly consisted of extended anecdotes which often fed into eachother with only occasional breaks for the young albino to throw in such inputs as: "Yeh, iz how they say...", "Ah, vell, I'm not much for zeh heat", "I bet you haf had quite zee time to see zeh vehrld", or his personal favorite fallback, "...Ehrm..."
By the time they arrived at the temple, Luciel had mastered the seat controls as well as almost cooked himself with the heated seat option. While his intention to aid the woman out of a strange empathetically bias assumption within how he viewed her years, it was never intended to sit through such a history lesson. With all due respect, he was more inclined to listen to others than talk about himself, but he almost had enough information to write an extensive biography on the woman who didn't look a day over 25.
Stepping out of the car after they'd parked, Luciel stretched as his attire seemingly deflated, warping into speckled tints of its neutral state seen in his profile picture. In the motion, the contents of his coat peeled away from the shifting mass to display a bandolier of folded pieces of paper with a small pack on the end by his hip. From his back, his signature rapier was lifted away by his scarf before he caught it in his right hand, thumbing the guard to glint the blade for a moment though letting it settle as Lucille reminded him that they were just kids.
With this, he muttered a small "Jeh..." as he slipped the sheathed blade into the accompanying loop opposite the pack. His attention then turned to the figure in the process of defacing the shrine. It was a strange tactic, Luciel considered, to mark up the place where they would be concerned was not receiving 'enough' donation. His first thought was that the raijuu was an interloper seeking to mark territory for some means which the albino wasn't particularly curious to what ends. Though he certainly had words he could exchange with the individual, his compatriot was quicker to the draw and more eloquent with the phrasing.
In truth, Luciel would have been more inclined to sneak up and terrorize the teen into yielding useful information, Lucille's approach was arguably more off-putting. If the two were anything less than what they were, the challenge would be a terrible one since the opposition was bound to quickly outnumber them. It was because of this that Luciel casually thumbed through the bandolier before drawing a packet of barley seeds. They typically rapidly grew in vines which could bind multiple attackers if caught off guard, and, due to their non-irritant qualities, would hopefully keep Lucille from being too cross with him if push came to shove.
However, pinched between his ring and pinky finger was a packet of nightshade. While meek in its natural setting, the inspired version proved to be a powerful buff to his sword. The idea was to carry magical influence with a melee weapon to pierce the natural immunity spirits had, and, though the sword could deal little damage on its own, it served as a potent method of delivering a fairly debilitating poison after his power had its way with the toxin's chemical makeup. So was the hunt, Luciel valuing personal safety over objective parameters. He was more inclined to bargain with antidotes than words. Good thing Lucille was there, Luciel really needed payment from a successful job. Rent was soon to be due.
"I hope zeh pep talk sticks..." Luciel darkly joked in a soft enough tone for only Lucille to hear, eyes already narrowing in cold calculations as he measured up the single entity. "...I can catch it if it runs" he commented, never entirely concerning himself with the gender of spirits. | --No longer attending-- |
51,552 | 1,396 | 30 | 2,033 | 9,341 | Kat left the establishment ahead of the others, intending on going straight to the park. Really, she supposed she should have gone home and got her gear, but she didn't think they'd get much out of their first day of investigation. Not that she was much of an investigator to begin with, but you learn stuff in the military. Welp, might as well get one last cigarette in before arriving at the park. Smoking and fighting at the same time, while incredibly badass, was not practical. Granted she was badass enough to pull it off, but still.
So she reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lit it, just as Kaizuki...rolled up. Honestly, she was a both amused and irritated.
"Uhh...seriously? You do know I just turned that guy down, and he's even cuter than you?" She continued walking, giving him only a small frown as she put the lighter back in her pocket. She had to give him credit for his persistence though. "But hey, good try, so tip for next time. Buy me a drink and maybe I'll say yes."
That was about as much as she said on that, and soon enough she would arrive at the park.
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Well, it seemed she was the last one to arrive. No surprise there, really considering she was on foot. She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, blowing out a puff of smoke before giving Jun an unimpressed, mildly annoyed look.
"Just who made you, boss, huh?" That could very well almost classify as a growl. She was used to taking orders, but Jun was definitely the least qualified person here to lead. "Kiddo, dunno how you did things before now, but we're working together for this job right now. Might as well make the best of it, even if I don't like it." She let the last of her cigarette fall to the ground, crushing it under her boot. "I think splitting up is a bad idea since we have no idea what we're dealing with here, or even if there's anything out here at all."
Jun had probably done something like this before, considering they were all chasers, obviously. That said, her military training still had a bit of sway over her tactics and methods, especially if a group was involved, even more so if a few people were tasked with investigating a large area. In the latter scenario, losing contact with your squad or partner, was definitely a bad idea, which meant first they should probably find a way to notify each other if they found something.
"I don't really care what we do, honestly, but If we do split up though, we're gonna need a way to let someone know we've found something. Especially if we find whatever out here's causing this." | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,553 | 1,396 | 31 | 2,487 | 9,776 | The lone Raijuu boy froze, body spiking up as if he was caught in the middle of some heinous crime. Which, for all extents and purposes for Setsuna Temple, he was currently doing in the moment. As Lucille spoke, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. The boss had trained him along with many of his brothers well and he was able to identify the people before him. A vampire by the looks of it and…some sort of boy that smelled like perfumed lettuce.
However, the Raijuu boy didn’t expect Lucille to request something like that and he spent a moment or two just flat out staring at her. Was she serious? She actually wanted to meet the boss? The shadow of a retort was on his lips but he held back his words, a strange behavior for an impulsive species such as a Raijuu. Whoever ran the Black Fang sure did work of keeping them in line.
Still, the Raijuu boy was at least smart enough to realize that Lucille’s plant partner was gearing up for a fight and he hissed in his direction. Although he did not leap, he cast a suspicious gaze on the vampire for Luciel’s actions. Finally, he shrugged before crossing his arms.
“Sure thing Grandma. But keep your bodyguard in check, yeah? You’re either really brave or really stupid to want to talk to the boss directly,” the boy hissed before his hair began to spike up. Electricity flowed through is body, making it light up all over as a beacon. Soon, more and more lights lit up and it soon became apparent that the Chaser pair were surrounded from the very beginning.
The Raijuu were everywhere; crawling on the walls, lounging around at any place to sit, and even hanging in the temple’s trees. However, none of them dared to move forward, leaving the talking up to the boss. This boss would make herself known by walking forward, hands in her pockets and a glare to her face. So the mission briefing was true. There really was a Kyuubi calling the shots here.
“Chasers? The hell do you want?” the fox girl growled, glaring at the two. She looked like any other teenager though looks were deceiving. As a full-blooded Kyuubi, her powers far surpassed those of the vampire and walking plant. Negotiation would be the main focus in this confrontation.
, | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,554 | 1,396 | 32 | 1,950 | 906 | He smiled as Kat told him off. He expected it to happen and he found her insult sort of amusing. He wasn't one to take another's words to heart. He didn't argue with others much. His typical response to dealing with anyone he didn't like was ignoring them. He really felt he was smarter or more logical than most others, he just never voiced it. It was easy to ride her comment off as the opinion of someone with bad taste as he went ahead of her to the park.
Before he reached Jun at the park he dismounted and locked his bike nearby. He began to take in the environment of the park. It was certainly no surprise that something was going on here. Everything just felt wrong. Even though it was night, there typically seemed to be someone around the park, but now it felt like somehow less than no one was here. The mist hid everything and even though it wasn't that cold, the wind in the park had a terrible chillly bite to it. Chills ran up and down Kazuki's spine.
He approached Jun around the same time Kat arrived. He was quite ready to accept Jun's idea. He wasn't going to say anything just walk off to the lake and ignore anything else he probably had to say. If 'the brains' was so great, he could probably handle this himself. He was stopped after just a few steps when he heard Kat objecting to the smart aleck. She gave some valid points that they were a team and taking advantage of that would be good, and if they wanted to split up that they should have calls. "I'm going to agree with both of you. I think we should split up and be careful of what we find, but we definitely need a way to call each other if something happens. Hoestly with how empty it is, I'm fine with just yelling. Unless you all want to take the time to swap numbers, I don't have any better ideas." | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,555 | 1,396 | 33 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
A smile formed on Lucille's face when the Raijuu boy complied without any difficulty. She was slightly impressed that he was able to recognize that she was older than her looks would suggest, though she didn't have any grandchildren like he suggested. At least not yet. "Well, I did graduate from Oxford way back when," she mused to herself, letting that serve as her statement of boldness. When the other Raijuu around began to light up like beacons she didn't seem particularly surprised. She could sense their presence since she arrived. A human likely wouldn't have the senses for it, but as the Raijuu already noticed she wasn't a human. As Lucille and Luciel waited for their leader to arrive, the older woman turned to face the younger boy for a brief word. "He wasn't going to run," she told him, turning forward just in time for the fox-girl to arrive.
This teenage gang leader didn't seem to surprise Lucille either. Not her appearance nor her behavior. But rather than immediately answer the younger girl she decided to do something else first. Without a word or any fast movements, Lucille stepped forward and approached the kitsune, likely standing uncomfortably close. And without warning she reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto her hood before gently pulling it back, removing the hood from her head and revealing the girl's fox ears and entire head. "Ah, you look much better like this," Lucille declared, now taking a step back out of the girl's personal space and returning her hands to herself. She didn't wait for any protest or complaint before continuing. "My colleague and I are both Chasers and we've been tasked with handling the kids that have been stirring up trouble at this temple. We were told that we are allowed to use force, but I like children and don't believe that is necessary."
Lucille began to lean back as if she was going to sit down in an invisible chair. Before she could fall, however, she lifted her legs and began to levitate. After propping up her head with one arm and crossing her legs it genuinely gave the appearance that she was in an invisible, floating lounge chair. For Youkai and Chasers the sight wasn't much to behold, but it did serve as a gentle reminder that Lucille was above humankind. From this relaxed position she continued. "So really, the question isn't what I want, but what you want." The faintest hint of a smile appeared on her lips. "But you have to give me a name. Surely a fox-girl like you has a cute name, no? On that same subject: my name is Lucille. You can call me Lucy if you like." | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,556 | 1,396 | 34 | 986 | 1,735 | Luciel wasn't the hostile type; being surrounded was no surprise or cause to be alarmed since the impression was that it was all to be expected. Never would he ever draw a blade before the first blow was slung, though he was content with being the finishing motion. This in mind, the looks of scorn and suspicion were nothing new. Seeing it from a collection of surrounding spirits fed into the content ideology that at least he was being taken seriously before the words from Lucille mentioned that the creature didn't intend on running. It wasn't much in the way of concern as far as the esper was concerned, since two to three dozen amounted as much as one or two flicks of the wrist to have lesser beasts bound and answering for their shortcomings.
Harming a single hair on the furry bodies of the spirits was only a secondary consideration, assuming civilities fell on the deaf ears that he expected from glorified 'ghosts'.
No, Luciel came to know this class of monster as a sensitive sort that preemptive strikes yielded little result other that continued conflict.
In response to the bark of the immature spiritual beast that disgraced themselves and their purpose in defacing what was supposedly sacred land, Luciel offered a simple disinterested huff of a scoff. 'Staying in check' depended on the actions of the actions those they were surrounded by. If a single one attacked, it'd certainly be a mess for those and theirs who joined in the foolhardy assault.
It wasn't Luciel's business to fight, only resolve...and an attack on him was an affront on lady Lucille whom the albino sought to protect.
All of this considered, the comedy in Luciel's expression was palpable. Never for a single second did he entertain a single notion slung by lesser or greater spirit. His job was to ensure that no call would go unanswered. He needed money, not a war. Preemptive strikes were never considered, only scalding returns for the immaturity and unpredictable nature of spirits that he'd come to know. In this, Luciel rested his hand on the pommel of the blade, casually holding the folded papers at his side. It was clear that he didn't trust the spirits' motives, great or small.
Luciel opened his mouth to speak, though bit back his words at the idea of carnivorous beasts that spirits tended to be preying upon the slightest weakness as the two sharing similar-sounding names. Instead he offered a soft sigh and an disappointed tilt of his head with a lifted eyebrow to show his lack of invested seriousness with an underling calling him out. At the same time, their eyes locked with the one that had spoken for Lucille to keep him in check, staring the creature down with expecting disinterest as if begging for them to make them worth their time. With an inaudible scoffing motion, Luciel composed themselves, turning back towards the individual in charge.
Appearances aside, being the boss of so many useless goons was enough weight to earn respect. Of course diplomacy was better suited to Lucille who seemed to have the bravery and intuition to approach their counterpart, and Luciel wouldn't make a move. Again, a single motion against his comrade's person would be met with hostility. Strong as they were, Luciel doubted the boss creature was willing to deal with his form of diplomacy. The thought briefly crossed his mind as to how much poison a spirit could handle before crumbling, though the assumption of their disgustingly uncultured understanding of botany compelled Luciel to stay is blade. Truly, the confusion of toxic dissemblance from a single slash of a mortal blade wouldn't show itself until seconds later when their very essence began to almost literally boil.
It was good that Lucille was there, since Luciel had little respect for the creatures.
"Ah...yeh" Luciel mused, noting the lights of the numerous creatures. "I vill not strike first..." he coldly promised for the sake of diplomacy. | --No longer attending-- |
51,557 | 1,396 | 35 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
Jun flinched at Kat's comment. Well, he wasn't trying to be bossy but perhaps it was the way he said it that made him sound like so.
Jun was by no means a leader, and he knew that much. "F-Fine, we can just-!" He was cut off midsentence by Kat again, saying that if they would indeed go their separate ways, then they should need something to call on each other.
He was just about to say that sticking together might be nice, but Kazuki joining the fray and saying that separating was indeed a good idea, well... he couldn't very well back down now, could he? Not when it was his idea.
"Fine, then!" He turned around and readied himself, taking both guns from their holsters inside his coat. "I'll take the lake, then! I can use my powers better there and I won't need any support there!"
He was about to start walking, but he remembered something. They needed those 'panic buttons'. He extended his hand and created a pair of ice balls resembling grenades.
He then turned on his heel and tossed them at the two brutes that came with him.
"Throw this in the sky and they will explode, making a loud noise. I guess we can use these if we find something interesting or some trouble." He then turned his face to the sky. Err, guess giving them another opinion on what to do shouldn't hurt, right? "Well... if you want an opinion on where you two should go... I definitely think Katherine should head to the playground and Dara to the Acoustical shell. Just a thought. So, well, we can check the Botanical garden together."
Most jump-scares and monsters often appeared in the Botanical garden. Going there alone would definitely be bad.
Katherine was probably better suited to battle in an open space like the playground, and if Dara got into a fight in the acoustical shell, everyone would hear it. What, with glass being noisy as hell and whatnot. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
Theme: |
51,558 | 1,396 | 36 | 2,154 | 272 | Alice was late (fashionably). She was late, for a supposedly important date. Of course, the Chasers couldn't get a thing done without her. How they'd survived as long as they had without her in the fold she had no idea, but they were lucky. Mami had gotten held up at the hot springs, shepherding about the ignorati with a sweet smile and a pleasant greeting, but once she had finished up (and politely asked permission to go out with friends, to which her parents responded positively and in tears for some reason), she was gone. Alice didn't care. Alice did what she wanted, because she was strong and imposing and way bigger than sweet little Mami could have ever even imagined!
The door to the Dangeki Cafe burst open, and a chill wind heralded the entrance of Alice, who was revealed in her full glory. All four feet and six inches of it. Her presence, however, filled the entire room with its hugeness as the young girl smirked at the few remaining patrons, hands on hips.
"Kukuku~ it is I, the Great Alice, come to grace your... rustic little hovel with my majestic presence!" announced the girl in that super formal tone of Japanese that makes you say 'desu wa' at the end of every sentence.
Today, she was wearing a black gothloli one-piece dress with thin red ribbons, white lace, and plenty of pleats and frills. Her hands were covered with black silk gloves, and her legs were engulfed in a pair of long black leather boots, laced tightly up the front. Her perfect blonde hair fell magnificently onto her incredibly well-tailored dress, and her beautiful blue eyes pierced like knives into all who would look upon her awesome personage.
"You need not prostrate yourselves in front of me, but you certainly may if you feel the overwhelming need to do so. Now, why was the Great Alice called to this dinky donut shop? You peons require my help, no doubt, so I demand elaboration!" | Name: Mami Koizumi
Title: The True Alice
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 87 lbs
Appearance: The way Mami really looks and how she presents herself are two entirely separate things. Most of the time she looks like a perfect young Japanese girl, with long, silky black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. During this time, she often wears traditional Japanese clothing depending on the season, like a padded kimono in winter or a yukata in summer.
When on a job, however, she becomes Alice. She dresses in various types of Lolita styles, depending on her mood, and changes her hair color to blonde and eye color to blue.
Personality: While Mami is usually sweet and docile, her Alice persona tends towards over-the-top declarations and a severely haughty attitude. When she is Alice, she is bold, overconfident, and tends to talk down to others. However, this is just a constructed persona and is easily shattered once she notices she’s made someone feel bad in any way. She really is Mami through and through, and always falls back into trying to help and comfort others with a ready ear and a kind word. N-not that she likes you or anything!
Short Bio: Mami didn’t grow up in a loving, proper Japanese household. Well, she lived in one, but she barely grew up at all. Throughout her school life, she was often teased about her height and development which were both incredibly stunted. She ended up finding refuge in Lolita fashion, which catered to the aesthetic of the short and under-developed, and through Lolita she also gained a fascination with the west. Western girls were all so pretty, with their light hair and beautiful eyes, and Mami wanted to be just like that. She knew that if she looked pretty like that, height would no longer matter. She thusly bleached her hair, grabbed up some colored contacts, and went to school where she was teased once again for looking like a shrimpy delinquent. She left school crying and dejected and, not paying attention to where she was going through the tears, she found herself lost. It was then that she saw a white blur rounding a corner, and something inside of her screamed to follow it. She chased the blur for a while, and found herself in a strange place with a red sky. A small white rabbit awaited her at a table, upon which were a variety of snacks and two cups to tea. She took a seat opposite the rabbit and, almost instinctively, she nibbled a scone and took a sip of tea. The rabbit told her that she had the soul of a true Alice, and that it was time she claimed her birthright now that the previous Alice had gone. Her tiny body overflowed with power, and suddenly she found herself safely tucked in bed at home. At her bedside was a tea set on a tray, engraved upon which was the phrase “For the one, true Alice.” Currently, when she isn’t being Alice, she works for her parents and helps manage the family onsen. When she is Alice, she works as a Chaser to help protect people from bad things. She was finally special, and it was important to her to put that specialness to use. She’s completely new to the job, and her true identity is unknown to all but her. Other chasers, the few that have heard of her, know her only by title.
Powers:
Teatime- Mami can create teatime beverages and snacks out of thin air. These beverages and snacks each have healing or ability-enhancing properties, which may stack as long as one has room in one’s stomach. There are diminishing returns, however, and eating more than three of the same product results in somewhat negligible increases. After all, teatime is about enjoying a variety of things. It would be a waste to fill completely up on muffins of speed and not try a scone of power.
Dress up- Mami can change her appearance in a flash, whether it’s clothing, hair color, eye color, or any amount of cosmetic items including makeup. She can’t change her height, weight, or gender, however.
Weapons: None.
Equipment:
Unbreakable tea set- No matter what happens, nothing in this tea set can be in any way damaged or broken.
Other: Kind of a westaboo. |
51,559 | 1,396 | 37 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Aria~
The Head Magister was in the back of the Dangeki, scribbling away at note, files, and other important documents when Alice bursted in at the front door and made her grand announcement. Aria didn’t so much as look up, already noting her presence from miles away and even taking a few pokes in her mind to discover the reason to her tardiness. So instead of pausing in her work, Aria waved Ellie over.
“Ah, my favorite tea partner is here. Go set up the table Ellie and get Alice up to speed. I should be done in no more than ten minutes or so; in that time I expect only the finest sweets and the sweetest teas to sate the appetite of me and my guest,” the Head Magister said-wait, was she actually requesting a tea party?
~Cernia~
“The hell?!?”
The Kyuubi was caught off guard and so her body was rigid, which in turn saved Lucille a fate of being punched through a wall five miles away. Her fox ears twitching to the cold night air passing through the fur lining them, she continued to stare at the vampire with a stunned expression. Seeing their leader so surprised, the gang of Raijuu honestly didn’t know what to do, least of all attack the ones who had just disrobed their leader.
”What I want is for you to beat it out of here before I do it for you,” the fox girl snarled with a flare of renewed anger, though her ears betrayed how embarrassed she had felt at being so easily distracted. “Besides, I don’t think you wanna tussle with me hag. The name’s Cernia; ring any bells? That’s because I’m the one in line to become the World’s Strongest Creature dumbass.”
Ah, so that was the case. The name “Cernia” might have rung a bell, the title of World’s Strongest Creature having been passed down a lineage of warriors and the like each proving themselves to be superior to all others in combat. The current World’s Strongest, a grumpy gargoyle, was rumored to have a Kyuubi for an apprentice…so then the rumors were true.
Unfortunately, that only meant that diplomacy was more crucial than ever. Cernia wasn’t the apprentice to the World’s Strongest for a weak reason…though one had to wonder…if Cernia was here being a troublemaker, where in the world was her master?
, , , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,560 | 1,396 | 38 | 1,074 | 1,347 | Heavy bootsteps echoed as Vincent entered a short alley, the moon glowing in the black sky overhead. His clenched fist trembled. He'd been told that "all known" entry points would be continuously monitored, but considering he'd only ever been through one passageway into the other world, he was pretty sure they'd only pinpointed one.
Vincent exited, and looked overhead at the wine-red sky. They couldn't send transmissions interdimensionally, meaning he was alone with his thoughts and the automatic shotgun he removed from his duffel bag. Japan's gun laws were unbelievably strict, but government sanctions provided him with firearms delivered right to his doorstep. The masked man loaded a fresh drum into the machine, and slung a hefty greatsword over his back. Even these would be enough for the grunts littering the streets, weak offscourings that needed to swarm to take down even a human.
A shadowy figure seemed to peek around the corner before receiving a full blast of buckshot to its face. Yanking the pin of a grenade out with his thumb, the Executioner strolled towards the center of town, firing at anything that dared to present itself. Tonight's execution had begun, and fire would herald his coming. | Name: Vincent
Title: Executioner Vincent. Partly because it's his codename, partly because of what he does.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 450lbs.
Appearance: A hulking figure nearing seven feet in height, Vincent's body is tightly wrapped in thick, incredibly hard muscle. His face looks haggard and weathered, topped by a mess of blonde hair over green, tired eyes. His skeleton is thicker than a normal humans, and bone has broken through his skin on the knuckles, elbows, and other striking points.
Every inch of the man's skin is covered by a set of gray BDUs and heavy combat boots. Black gloves and a heavy, hooded leather coat cover the rest. Vincent's face is concealed by a plain white mask, with a pair of black lenses covering the eyes.
Personality: A grim, silent figure, Vincent saves his words until he spots his next target, at which point he tends to declare his intention of killing said monster with extreme prejudice. Since the death of his sister, he's lost a spark inside of him, replaced with a deep hatred of Youkai. This has become his raison d'etre, and he rarely considers anything else.
Vincent had a huge soft spot for his little sister, and that can extend to people who remind him of her. Most other people get a blank glare at best.
Short Bio: Vincent spent much of his previous life mostly normal. He was a young man, working to support himself and his younger sister. Though life was tough, he was happy. One night, a wrong turn led the pair into the other world. Assaulted by man-eating monsters, Vincent saw his sister killed, and barely escaped with his life.
The crazed pleas and police report soon filtered to the upper echelons of society, and Vincent found himself drafted into a government black project. The joint partnership of Japan, the USA, Germany, and England, had begun research into the paranormal and especially the Crimson Sky. While much of this new world is unknown, it was quickly apparent to government officials that many of its occupants were hostile to human life, and as such it was deemed necessary to create a new type of soldier to cull off these hostile beings. Vincent was abducted and offered a chance to join the first generation, on the basis of two reasons. The first was that he was healthy enough to potentially survive the dangerous process of enhancing his body. The second was that he had developed an extreme hatred of Youkai. There was no way he'd go rogue, and would happily oblige with defending humanity.
Of the forty-three chosen to undergo the augmentation process, twelve survived. Of those, ten were hospitalized with permanent disabilities, some unable to move. Vincent is one of the only two to fully become an Executioner.
In the time since then, Vincent has devoted himself fully to fighting off the Youkai menace. Every night he enters that crimson realm, and a trail of destruction is follow.
Powers: Vincent has gone through extremely heavy biological modification. His muscle and bone density has been increased several times, giving him superhuman levels of strength and durability. In addition, the bone thickness has increased and changed shape. His ribcage has fused, covering the gaps between ribs. He's also been implanted with a secondary set of adrenaline glands, giving him the ability to push himself further even during extreme bouts of fatigue or stress. Even his platelets have been altered, allowing him to better stop bleeding during combat.
Though he lacks magical potential, the sheer physical prowess achieved by his augmentations allow him to fight the most ferocious of youkai.
Weapons: Initial contact equipment consists of a primary long gun, a handgun, and a melee weapon. Vincent's typical setup consists of a Saiga-12 with a thirty-round drum, a S&W Model 500, and a claymore sword with a high durability blade.
However, Vincent also possesses a Trump Card: the Executioner Special Armament System. A satellite is kept in geosynchronous orbit above Vincent's current location, passing into the other world by carefully weaving through the shadows in moonlight created by space debris. This satellite is capable of quickly deploying highly specialized heavy weapons via a drop pod, often of such a high weight that only Vincent, with his enhanced strength, is capable of using them. These range from immense, oversized swords, to gatling guns and anti-tank rifles.
Equipment: A small, red ribbon bearing no special qualities.
Other: Currently bears no affiliation to the Hunters' Association. |
51,561 | 1,396 | 39 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine Sinclair-
Kat sighed, taking the ice grenade from Jun. Well, at least the kid wasn't entirely stupid. His choices for where they should go wasn't entirely unfounded, though she would have rather checked the garden together. There wouldn't be much cover around in the playground. Too open...if there was something there, it'd be easy to it to see them coming a mile away.
Jun might have thought she was suited to open combat, but that was farther from the truth. Well, her military training anyways wasn't geared towards it. Quickly, quietly, and efficiently without any witnesses. If she got into a firefight, that meant the mission had already been fucked. But well, she's done much better with much less before. So she'd take it for now.
"Well, not entirely stupid." She replied with a smirk. "Sounds good then. Go take the lake, I'll go check out the playground and Dara can go check the acoustical shell then." with that, she turned and headed for the playground, though not before giving them a little warning. "And just so ya know, I'm not saving your sorry ass if ya get in over your head."
And though she said that...well, she'd probably end up doing it anyways. As much as she acted otherwise...she was honestly too nice not to play the hero if she could.
Meh, whatever. Maybe this would be quick. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,562 | 1,396 | 40 | 1,950 | 906 | Kazuki was content with the other's decision. He took the ice grenade, very curious about how an explosion could come from it, but he trusted Jun it would work anyways. He was glad that there wasn't much discussion over what to do. He felt mosts problems just needed action to be solved, and to many ideas just complicated and slowed things. One good idea was all that was needed, and for a simple investigation, it didn't need to be complex. He gave the other two a simple nod. "Sounds good." He said as he walked off towards the acoustical shell.
He found the idea of an acoustical shell pretty cool. Makking an entire building built to direct the sound of it's inhabitants rather than directing each of their sounds individually. He thought about the most famous acoustical shell in Sydney, Australia for a moment, but this was nothing compared to that one. He approached the humble shell, that did it's job well to project the sounds of park performances of concerts and plays alike. Once he even saw a mime using it. He found it very ironic.
As he got closer, he kept an edge on to prepare for anything that might come out as he approached. He did hear a faint sound that he thought to be music. It didn't look like anyone was around though, and he was pretty certain it wasn't either of the other two. It came from the opposite direction of them anyways. He continued towards the sound, keeping his senses on high alert for everything around him that could be a clue or even worse, a danger. | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,563 | 1,396 | 41 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
"Ah, Cernia," Lucille repeated, seemingly ignoring the rest of what the Kyuubi said. The vampire didn't move from her levitating seat, instead she sat up straight and stopped propping her head up with her arm. She made a visual cue to show that she was at full attention now. "You must be quite strong from the stories I've heard about your master. But now this makes more sense to me." The floating vampire uncrossed her legs and then crossed them the other way, a friendly grin already forming on her face. The more she talked the more casual she seemed around Cernia, speaking as if they had known each other for years. "I've heard stories that this temple has had financial troubles for some time now. If this temple is your home then surely that must be stressful. And the responsibility that comes with a title like the one you have? Oh dear, you have a lot riding on your shoulders don't you. It's no wonder why an adult would start acting out in your shoes and you're still so young."
Lucille's grin grew into a cheeky smile, baring her fangs. "But that isn't what is stressing you out the most, is it?" Her eyes seemed as if they were looking through Cernia now. While Lucille generally looked like an innocent young woman, the knowledge that she was a vampire combined with her smile and different colored eyes could give off an eerie feeling in all but the most confident of people. "A girl like you is too strong to crumble under responsibility. You've been preparing for it all your life. No, that isn't what's bothering you." Her smile vanished as her high heels clacked against the ground, allowing her to stand up again. She leaned forward, putting her face uncomfortably close to Cernia's as she raised her right hand. She held her hand near her own mouth, keeping Luciel from being able to read her lips from what she was about to whisper. "It's about a boy, isn't it?" Lucille suggested discretely, quiet enough to keep even the Raijuu from hearing. Of course, Lucille could've just said that telepathically. But she was smarter than to go directly into the girl's mind without an invitation. Then again, she was putting herself within arm's reach of the Kyuubi while effectively disregarded her request to leave. The smile slowly returned to her face as she stood upright again and removed herself from Cernia's personal space. "We can talk privately if you wish..." | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,564 | 1,396 | 42 | 1,522 | 1,028 | Carver Jazz
Seeing his fellow immortal disinterested brought a slight pout to Carver’s face “You’re no fun Rui! You don’t buy any of my things anymore and I know your good for it and you know that my stuff is quality...” listening to Rui-Ling a grin soon split Carver’s face as he explained there were two potential new customers for him
“Rui, my friend, my pal, I knew you wouldn’t let me down~! I better wait though. Work comes first after all” with one last squeezing hug Carver parted ways and looked at the mission board Oh? Kappa’s on the river? It shouldn’t be too hard. Most Yokai see a gun and laugh, so it should be simplicity itself. Idiots. They might as well laugh at the bow while the arrow had a nuclear bomb for a tip. I’m sure that if I stretch the word ‘diplomatic’ the right way I’ll be done in time to make some sales.
As he turned to leave, Carver saw the tea party queen make her grand entrance. Silently smiling as she made her monologue, Carver waited before elaborately bowing “Miss Alice, Queen of Tea, I must apologize since at this moment I am off to ‘diplomatically resolve’ a territory dispute between some rather loud Kappa. I do hope to return in time to partake in one of your famous gatherings, but until then I must be on my way~” and like a hurricane, Carver blew out of Dangeki and off under the Crimson Sky.
Under the wine like sky Carver pulled out a lever action shotgun and filled his pockets with shotgun shells with a yellow stripe painted on, arcane runes engraved into each shell, while loading two into his gun. Yawning as he walked he placed two wind attributed ice-cream sticks in his vest chest pocked and walked over to the riverbank, wondering if the brawl was already under way... | Name: Carver Jazz
Title: Author
Gender: Male
Age: 19 in appearance, at least 100 in actual age. He stopped counting once he reached the 100 milestone
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Personality: If just one word was used to describe Carver it would be careful. Carver will never rush headlong into a situation, he will stand back and watch. A businessman in addition to a hunter, Carver makes certain that he will profit from any action he takes, not money though, he can make that hand over fist, but relics, materials and favours from powerful people being his preferred reward.
Short Bio: When Carver graduated he had little prospects, not that he wasn't smart, only that he lacked the funds to support any form of tertiary education. So knuckling down, Carver went out and got a job, with the hopes of working for a year or two straight in an attempt to go to college then. From their it becomes an age old tale of a door-to-door salesman taking a wrong turn down the wrong alleyway and coming out in Crimson Sky. Discovering his new found talents Carver wandered around and selling his enhanced wares at a premium price.
Powers: Symbols, runes, glyphs. What ever name you use to describe them, Carver uses them to allow him to fight at a level far above what his otherwise human physique would allow. Symbols on bullets to give them elemental effects is one of the more basic uses, but Carver’s main method is tattoos, invisible until activated.
When active Carver’s speed and strength are greatly enhanced. Depending on which tattoo’s he taps in what order can alter the balance of effects, such as purely enhancing his speed or toughness of his skin.
The method that has kept him alive so long is precisely his symbols, a special sequence painfully carved into his bones that enhances vitality and speeds his recovery.
Objects enhanced by his symbols come in two varieties. One is single use, such as bullets or protective talismans. The other is constant, these require more intricate, time consuming symbols and need to be recharged periodically. Thankfully any mage can recharge an applied permanent symbol.
Weapons: A lever action shotgun, an assortment of enhanced bullets and his body once activated. It’s almost a wand the way he uses it
Equipment:
A series of markers.
An engraving knife.
Shoes that are marked to cause his footsteps to be silent.
Clothes have runes sown in to improve durability.
A series of enhanced wares, ready to sell
Other: Anything not covered above. |
51,565 | 1,396 | 43 | 1,278 | 8,081 | Sonomachi City - Amagumi Park
BGM
After the Chasers finally made their decisions and worked out the plan to take on the huge task of exploring the park, they set about each on their separate ways. What fate waited them in this land beyond the thin veil of crimson?
The Lake
Just as Jun arrived, he would noticed the well known fact that the 'lake' was more like a glorified artificial pond. In fact, it was shallow enough that even at its deepest parts, it didn't went bellow the waist-height of an average sized citizen. The margins, demarked by a fancy fence, had several wooden benches lined along a cobbled lane that encircled the whole structure, which was shaped like a pear 100 meters long at the widest spot and 200 meters across the main axis. A couple of public restrooms, a few fountains and the eventual selling machine complete the scenario of the number one place for outdoor activities in the park.
However, Jun wouldn't have much time to spend admiring the view, since the reported lights were once again dancing over the mist at right about teh center of the lake. They seemed to be describing an interesting patern, as a group raised and the other went back to the water's edge. No smell or discernike sound came from them, and they seemed to be oblivious of Jun's presence for the time being, eaving the outcome of this encounter complelety at Cryoslinger's hands.
The Playground
Just as Kat into the playground, which wasn't an area dedicated only to the enfants of Sonomachi, since it had a number of public chess tables and even board game sets that one could borrow from the park's administration. However, the main attractive of the playgroubd would be the ever populat swings, laying right between the sandbox and a couple of centuries old ginkgos, the ones here were built to last with the best steel available half a century amd as an estatement of their quality, they were still functional even to this day. A little greasing every now and then, though would be good to tone down the madening creak produced by the rainbow painted contraptions.
Kat would notice that (despite the lack of wind) the swings were indeed, well... swinging as if something, or someone were playing with them at this late hour. A light sob filled the still air and before Kat could react, a veritable tsunami of sand washed over her, pushing with the expected weitgh of such a mass, before taking the shape of a six feet wide mass, faintly resembling a very popular pink character that proceed to try to, erm... hug Havoc Aegis?
What the hell was happening here?
The Shell
Kazuki arrived at the shell, just a little time after his companion would get to their destinations, since it was the point that laid farthest to the main gate. In fact, it wasn't as much an acoustic shell as it was an amphitheater, with rolls of seats that could easily accomodate a thousand expectators to whatever performance would be held at the Greek inspired building. A bust of Plato (based of the famous depiction shown in The School of Athens, by Raphael) featuring one of his most famous quotes from The Republic —"the beginning in every task is the chief thing"— laid right besides the aisle that lead straight to the backstage entrance.
A moment after Kazuki set his feet at the shell, a voice, as ethereal as the atmosphere of this ghostly night sounded at the stage, singing in a faintly childish tone, a song that's perhaps known to all no matter where in the world do you happen to live. It seemed to be coming out of nowhere, though the only other abnormal thing about the whole place was what looked like a plush bunny dropped by the center of the stage. What would happen from now on was Mosaic Soul's choice, however.
Sonomachi City - Seaside Freeway
BGM
After a heated discussion that inevitably led to Rui-Ling trading blows with some of the low grunts of the Jackets, Suzumebachi stepped in cracking his knuckles "Yo, Cow Lick, if you wanna us to do something you'd better do it like always, but I warn you, bozo, this time a surprise for ya!"
And so he did, as Suzumebachi revealed right as they arrived at the junction leading to the freeway, this time he somehow managed to snag a Suzuki Hayabusa (AKA the fastest production motorcycle in the world at her time), and was way too sure of his chances of victory now that he had one of those.
However, before he and Ling could dash off to their highspeed battle, at the track that was known to be way too dangerous because of the trucks driving away at crazy speeds and the winding nature of the road, a voice, female at it said, sounding way too pissed off that someone had interrupted her, erm... bonding with her... girlfriend?
"Can you please cut that? I'm trying to treat my girlfriend here, by all that's sacred." The girl said, "but if you insist, we can join your game as well. In fact, if you lose this race, I believe you'll be so ind as to tell us what's happening with your lot these days, not?" Anyone who knew of the Chaser currently on Sonomachi would know of Haruka and Kiaraand of the first ill spoken power of compelling others with her words as well as of her shrewdness, if Haruka was here something must have happened behind the stage. Or perhaps, was she really just trying to get some with her girlfriend when some bastards broke her mood, who knows?
The only certain thing is that as the last couple of competitors for this lawless race lined in their own sports motorcycle was that this would be one hell of a grand prix.
"By the way", Haruka said to Rui-Ling, using her power nonetheless, just as beginning of the the race was signaled by one of the Jacket's girls, "isn't your fly open?" Certainly something he'd like to check, unless he liked the breeze, not? | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,566 | 1,396 | 44 | 201 | 1,318 | Well, that was quite a warm greeting.
Removing a white handkerchief from the rightside pocket of his dark overcoat, the immortal casually wiped a few bloodstains from his silver fist. The souls of lesser Youkai orbited around Airgetlam, and while it was rather tempting to crush those grunts’ souls and get on with it, unfortunately, Rui-Ling held the belief that all immortals, being witnesses to the progress of mortal lives, should not take it so easily. So, instead, he simply smiled at Suzumebachi as the head honcho stepped up, ending the fight. Slowly, the souls drifted back to their bodies, released as Rui-Ling unclenched his fist. “Sup, bug. Still rocking that antennae hair of yours, huh? Not even anime have those anymore.”
When the two of them reached the entrance to the seaside freeway, however, Rui-Ling couldn’t help but let out a low whistle. A Suzuki Hayabusa, huh? Other than the shoddy yellow-and-black paint job it was give, the vehicle was quite a beauty. Not enough that it could make up for its rider’s lack of skill, of course, but the immortal was willing to give credit where credit was due. Hopping onto his (or Reiko’s) ride, he smirked at his opponent, revving up the engine. “It’d be a real shame if you lost that, wouldn’t it? Don’t worry though, after I take your wheels away, I’ll be sure to resell it to you at ten times its market pri-”
But of course the two’s dramatic, manly, hot-blooded race had to be interrupted by two familiar lesbians. Haruka, the apprentice of Reiko, who twisted reality with her words, and Kiara, the memory-afflicting swordswoman. Sighing at the sight of those two, Rui-Ling was about to recommend a different, less scenic race track for his duel with Suzumebachi, when the rising pop idol demanded to join in instead.
Trying to impress Kiara with her motoring skills, huh? Ah, young love was nice to see indeed. Well, all he needed to do was beat the leader of the Yellow Jackets. Nothing said that he couldn’t let Haruka take first place. After all, her master did own the bike he used.
He turned his attention back to the road as Haruka lined up on the stop line as well, when she spoke of his pants. Looking down at his zipper, only to realize that, having worn sweatpants today, he didn't even have one, Rui-Ling faked a laugh, faked a smile, and said, "Ahahahahahaha, you got me, Haruka-chan! Nice trick!"
He should have seen it coming, really, but, well, it's just water under the bridge now. Can't really do much about the Universal Language, after all, outside of killing its user. | Name: Rui-Ling Kazanari
Title: Spirit Hammer, Gordeau
Gender: Male
Age: Has stopped aging when he was 17, having lived 158 years by now.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 179lbs
Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.
Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.
Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.
Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.
Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.
It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.
After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.
Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.
A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.
Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.
Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.
The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.
Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.
A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.
Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.
Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.
Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.
As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.
Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.
If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever. |
51,567 | 1,396 | 45 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
Jun approached the lake, both of his guns loaded and ready for whatever Yokai should arise.
When he arrived and saw that in fact there were some odd lights dancing around on top of the lake.
He was quick to go into hiding and observe what the lights were doing. Some went up and some others dragged all the way to the edge of the pond.
Jun flinched a bit they first time they did so, thinking he had been discovered, but then saw that they were coordinated to do that. Interesting.
Jun stepped out of his hiding spot, being careful to tiptoe all the way to the edge of the lake to make sure not to make any noise.
He would've definitely wanted to see everything from above, but building an ice staircase stealthily was out of the question. It would take too long and a big structure wasn't exactly stealthy.
"All right, then. I hope this goes well enough." Jun whispered and then placed a single foot in the surface of the lake, which quickly froze over to provide footing.
He slowly started approaching the shining lights, making more frozen footing for himself as he kept moving, and making sure to unfreeze the water behind him so as to not leave a trail. This way, he could approach the balls of light without being too noisy, such as if he had just walked in the pond, splashing and whatnot.
He got near enough one to inspect it. Hopefully, it wouldn't leap unto him to attack him or something, but if it was the case, then he'd just shoot it. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
Theme: |
51,568 | 1,396 | 46 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine Sinclair-
Kat made it to the playground easily enough, though she kept her eyes and her ears open for any sign of trouble. Getting ambushed by something wasn't one of her ideas of a 'fun time'. As she approached she took in the layout of the place. She spotted a few chess tables, likely used by some old people who didn't have anything better to do. Or egg-heads who didn't know how to have fun. Either way, it wasn't likely they were of any consequence. So she turned her attention to the swing sets.
They were, indeed moving without a breeze or any seeming force of an outside influence. If that wasn't odd, she didn't know what was. The creaking of the other attractions weren't helping in the slightest to stave off the feeling that she was being watched, or that something really bad was going to happen. Though what happened next...was not what she had expected at all.
A soft sob filled the air, followed by a torrent of sand washed over her without warning. Thankfully her force-field kept sand from getting into places that would be uncomfortable. Mostly. The wave still pushed her, however, knocking her off balance and momentarily making her lose her footing from the surprise attack - well, she assumed it was an attack, what else could it be?
Which made what happened next even more strange. The sand formed a six-foot wide mass, taking the form of something she had never seen before - being someone who didn't really play video games that much and spent most of her time working, polishing her guns and drinking, she didn't recognize the vague shape the creature had taken, but that wasn't important.
What was important, was the fact it was attempting to hug her.
Just...what the fuck? Just what?
The turn of events was strange to say the least, but...if this thing was hugging her, maybe it was intelligent in some way - or at least didn't have hostile intentions? Still, she wasn't just going to let it do what it wanted too until she knew for sure. So, she expanded her force-field outwards, hopefully shoving the creature back and giving her enough time to draw her gun with one hand, and grab that ice-grenade with her other. Aside from probably exploding and alerting the others, it could also probably slow this guy down a bit if she had too.
"I'm gonna ask you reaaaal nicely once. What do you want?" Of course, that was assuming it could understand her, and speak itself. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,569 | 1,396 | 47 | 1,950 | 906 | As Kazuki made his way to the shell he began to hear a song. It was an easily recognizable childrens melody, and it was very nice as well. It had a calming effect which fought the eeriness of the whole situation. The theatre was very large and rather impressive. As the song got louder he continued to look around for anything that could be the source of the sound. It certainly wasn't the other two. They didn't seem the types to be singing right now, and it was coming from the opposite direction.
He took note that it wasn't the statue as he walked past it. That would be creepy. He thought to himself, but something much creepier was coming. As he walked behind the last aisle to the center row he looked over all the seats to see if he could see annything. Nothing was coming into sight, but as he reached the aisle his attention turned to the stage itself. In the center of the stage was a small toy, and immediately he felt that was where the noise was coming from.
He began his approach to the front of the stage, the music didn't necessarily get louder, but it became more clear. He couldn't be certain that it was the toy singing the song, but there didn't seem to be any other culprits. As he got closer he noticed it was a plush bunny. it was very cute in any other situation, but here he was half expecting it to grin with giant scissor teeth when he got close enough. Nothing that absurd could ever happen though, right? He made it to the stage and climbed up the front. He was very alert for anything to happen as he approached and picked up the cute toy. | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,570 | 1,396 | 48 | 2,091 | 3,329 | -Atlas, Hand of the Heavens : Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café-
Another day, another session of studying for tests and performing calculations to complete some homework. Taking one last gander at the time, Ryou completed the last beguiling question and packed the items, shoving them under the wooden desk. Taking off his glasses, the teen opened up one of his drawers with a flick of his hand. Eyeing the box containing his contacts, Ryou slipped the spectacles into storage and put on both of his contacts. Blinking twice, Ryou huffed and seized the equipment from his closet and began to swiftly change. Atlas falling behind schedule as the undulating clock ticked, the teens eyes jutting between his clothes and time.
After bidding adieu to a sister left to her lonesome in planning, Atlas put on the mask and began a light jog before speeding up to a dash as he bound down the streets. Taking short-cuts through the tenebrous alleys, kept the pace, doing his best to avoid anyone who might gaze at him awkwardly due to the eku strapped onto his back. Eventually, he tired of dashing and hurdling, especially since he came to the realization that he was going to not arrive on time if he kept this up. Beckoning a cab, he took his mask off to a slight degree, only obscuring his lips and nose.
While the driver gave him an odd look, a Atlas gave directions, answered the inquisitive cabby with a simple lie to dissuade him of any suspicion, and some yen he brought. As he sat in the chair, the Chaser gazed outwardly towards the heavens as he masked himself once again. Tracing what visible stars enabled him to pass the time by as he connected each on with a beaming window. Upon arrival he thanked the driver, and then swiftly entered the familiar cafe.
The place wasn't swirling with myriads of recognizable faces from earlier, but instead was a tad... vacant, save for two beguiling beauts he recognized as always. Giving the demon a mischievously suggested wink, Atlas bellowed hearty as his chin shot up like a bullet towards the scarlet skyline. "Heya Ellie, didja miss me? Apologies for the late arrival, but as you know, gotta save the best for last!~" The cocky teen seemed more keen on "speaking" with the hostess, rather than the mission board.
Taking a seat at the bar, Atlas eyed the two waitresses a bit lovingly before turning his attention to the notice board which listed off the tasks at hand. Squinting at each of them, it wasn't long before Atlas began voicing his crude opinions about each one in a relaxed, boorish manner. "Lets see here... mysteries... eh, seems a bit ok I guess; a good enigma is always entertaining once in a while." He rapped his out of rhythm fingers on the table as he eyed the next one, chuckling as his fingers came to a halt.
"I can see the headlines now for 'Chasers Daily' Troubled T'sune Teens Tempting Turmoil Throughout The Tired Temple; trying as they might, their spiritual hormones are out of control!... In all seriousness, they might not be getting donations, but turmoil isn't going to attract anyone there," grumbled as he rolled his eyes inconsolably as he let out a soft yawn before glaring at the next available mission.
"Diplomacy ain't my thing; leave that to those with crafty tongues as their weapon to calm down those two clans... but then again..." Atlas paused as he stared at the bulletin, readjusting his mask as he leaned in as if to garner a better look at the flickering words. Soon, he leaned back, shaking his head as he blinked twice, resigning his favor towards this mission. Finally, reading the last part elicited a fruitful giggle from the boys mouth.
"Hot damn, those dumbasses are back! I honestly feel bad for the Chasers dealing with them, as it's just a waste of precious resources to send them back sprawling for mercy. Jeez, they must have severe brain damage or something when deciding they would return!" Declaring the final mission as moot for him, he went back to dissecting each of the missions he reviewed in the most shrewd way as possible... before returning his stoic gaze to the captivating demoness. Tilting his head a bit as he flexed his fingered, he stared at her intuitively before shooting out his question.
"Hey Ellie, three quick questions before I go take on one of these daily assignments," Atlas spoke neutrally as his gaze became affixed to the door. "First off, did I miss anything important? I understand that Aria wanted the usual to meet up with her, but I don't know if it's anything concerning. Mind enlightening me love?" Pausing for a second, Atlas continued motor-mouthing fervently as he launched himself to his next question.
"Next... who went out to the missions concerning the enigma and the temple? I want to weigh my options for certain numerical reasons... and finally, the most important thing that I must inquire!" His voice resonated soundly as his head whipped back to Ellie, his eyes furrowed furiously. Smiling widely with misintent under the mask, his voice rang eagerly as he rose from his seat, his hands shot down onto the counter with a slap as he announced his intentions. "Will you go on a date with me!" Letting that false sense of information out, Atlas snickered for a few seconds before speaking the truth, his arms unerecting themselves as they crumbled onto the bar like a crumbling building.
Leaning over, looked at each of the arranged drinks behind the lady as he spoke outwardly about what his desire was. "Alright, I was joking since a hottie like you has a boyfriend I believe... or was that the other mesmerizing chick? Maybe both? Eh whatever,in all seriousness, what I really would like is if you made some Takoyaki for me when I get back; didn't grab anything to eat before coming here and I'm a hundred percent sure that my stomach is going to be beggin' for something to digest when I return." | Name: Ryou Ametsuchi
Title: Atlas, Hand of the Heavens
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 1.87m
Weight: 75.7kg
Appearance:
Usual Outfit/What he looks like
Chasers Outfit
Personality: Arrogant and certainly not charming in the slightest, Atlas is a young adult who tries to keep himself a mystery and a badass, though failing most of the time. Over confident, he isn't afraid to get into get into the midst of a battle if he is certain that it will transpire and may get a little reckless in doing so. Even with his show offy attitude, he does have the skills at time to back up his boisterous boasting and takes pride in it. Atlas isn't adverse to learning, however as sometimes he may just swallow his pride and ask for some advice.
Atlas can get a bit... stressed at times during the job. It is usually just verbal lashing at his allies, but he ends up being sullen and apologize after he blows a fuse. Even with such a hotheaded vice, he does his best stay calm under any type of circumstance if this happens. Of course, he may snark a bit or hit on one of the girls which may mildly irritate others, but he won't push it so far as to cause bickering among the team.
Atlas and Ryou understands where they have to stop to prevent themselves from overstepping their boundaries. They also display immense respect to the Hunters Association, especially those who trained him up or saved him from merciless oblivion. If diplomacy is to start it off, he will do his best to display what ever little charisma he has... His loyalties do lie with his comrades too as he is adverse to abandoning his companions, and will be unshakable against the odds, despite his growing fears and gnawing doubt over the situation.
"It's been four years since that fateful day... and myriads more to come after this one..."
"So much time has passed on by, how I've gone from a fledgling Chaser to one who is a bit more professional... I still have much more knowledge to procure, and so many more decisions to make. I won't be able to assist Haruka in her club endeavors with money... and yet, do I really want to traverse down this path and attend a university while working as a Chaser on the sidelines, or become a full time Chaser?"
"I mean, I know I have myriads of opportunities to obtain, yet I feel excitement rather than the droll pace of life when among other Chasers... Do I pick between the thrill of life and its desires, or the more mature, stable passage? Do I give up on one, or is it possible to keep both without stressing out too much?"
"Damnit, what do I have to do?!"
Ever since the divide, everything has shattered.
In long days past, Ryou originally lived a happy healthy life with his family in the U.S., despite the hardships that transpired behind closed doors and closed minds. He performed exceptionally well in school, his parents holding him to higher expectations and hoping that their daughter would do the same. Friendships and rivalries were made, excellency and new knowledge invigorated the young man, and he lived blissfully with naught a blemish to his life...
... sort of.
Ryou's parents more or less bickered over some small inconveniences, but that was normal, right? They ended up a bit more troublesome when money became a bit too tight, all while their father was being careless with what they had. Eventually, they lost the home they were living in, and their mother grew tired saying enigmatic things which the child failed to comprehend at the time. The duo got a divorce, shocking both children as she managed to not earn custody over one, but both of her children. Ryou can still clearly remember the distraught on the teary mans face, the one he knew as father.
With connections as a business woman, hard work, and long hours, she eventually garnered a new position in her job within her home country. However, it was in an unfamiliar city known as Sonomachi. While it wasn't relatively close to her hometown, she took the job due to the better pay, which meant they could afford a better life at most. Eventually came the day where the departure of Ryou, his sister, and own mother was imminent. They all saw their dad one last time, giving them a heartfelt hug as they embraced the mans warm arms. Their mother gave a cool, nonchalant farewell to the man, but not before he apologized and made his ex-wife a promise. She chuckled before retorting with a genuine smile on her face that gave a ray of light to their fathers face. The time came, and then the trio departed to their mothers home country, leaving behind their father who made an oath.
"A promise to make amends, huh? Seeing as you try to visit us as much as possible tells me that you're not only my father, but a man of his word. That's something we should all strive to do..."
New life in unfamiliar territory was especially terrifying for the two siblings, especially Ryou who failed to pick up on the Japanese language, unlike his sister who found it to be transparent. The boy managed in school, albeit finding it a bit difficult to learn with the barrier between him and his tongue. It took time to adapt, with it being stunted due to abuse by peers who reveled in teasing him and making brazen attempts to make him appear to be a failure. The latter failed, but the bullying didn't stop. It eventually caused him to form a shell and recede inwards at the start of a mental assault, all while his sister could do nothing but be shocked and gawk in terror, unable to force them away from her brother who inspired her in the earlier years.
Six years down the road, on one fateful day, it happened while shopping for food since their mother couldn't exactly do much with her job in place. On the way back to his lodgings, Ryou was made an easy meal for a Youkai who dragged him to the other world when no one was looking. Flailing and failing to dislodge himself, he was certain that his life was about to be taken. As he struggled, he thought back on the past few years living in Japan - would anyone really miss their target for harassment? Even so, he sloughed off those thoughts, as more important matters deviated the lesser inconveniences from his head and kept fighting.
Ryou lost the battle, but won the war. Chasers luckily came across the boy on one of their missions and rescued him from the ravenous Youkai before he was slaughtered like mere lamb. Eventually, he came to knew about the two worlds, and plenty of secrets hidden within. There was potential seen within the young boy and he was made a Chaser. While learning the ropes, he was frightened of this new realm and sought to hide himself as a way of segregating his two lives, and keeping his family safe if someone ever got any wise ideas. Taking on the name of Atlas, he began to grow, holding it out on his own with other trainees before being enabled to go on what he considered proper missions as fully fledged, but fresh Chasers.
Over the course of four years, there was a shift within him, and ever-growing soul. As he made a few friends, he grew aloof and a bit serious to the coming days, sometimes a bit irritated much to their surprise. Another change was marked as the hermit came out of his shell when he harbored a way to disclose himself for the masquerade of mysteries and enigmas that regular humans would never comprehend. Atlas was alive while Ryou remained dormant... though, even so, he never forgot his place and who he was. The two personalities always would bleed together a bit more after every mission.
Ryou and Atlas still have a long ways to go with the other Chasers, more to learn...
Ever since the divide, everything has shattered.
Powers:
=Gravity=
The ability to manipulate space itself to a limited degree garners assets to this young man. While he cannot directly alter how heavy a magical weapon weights, or another persons gravity, he can directly control his own and where he gravitates towards. While it doesn't change his center of gravity, it can provide access to different ways to handle opponents. Standing on the side of the wall while sparring was always an interesting endeavor, or attempting to eat while on top of the ceiling is something interesting.
The best part about this is he can change the way an object weighs, but only if he is grabbing onto it. For example, lets say there's a huge battle axe that isn't treasure and heralds some difficulty to swing. When it does, you get all or nothing depending on the agility of an opponent. Give the battle axe to Ryou and he is hacking away like a mad man on crack. Of course, manipulating it to make it lighter isn't all he can do... Word of advice, don't get too close if you're holding something that isn't a weapon of the arcane.
His final power allows him to create an area which affects the gravity around his expandable baton. The area can decrease your weight, with the intended effect of making you feel like you're on the moon, or a more devastating effect which pins anyone who enters down, with the exception of Ryou (he can cancel it out, but it does have significant drawbacks). The area covered in height and width equals 20 m, but since the area is spherical, along with the center of gravity being at the baton, the maximum height is 12π m, with the width being 10 m from the center.
Weapons:
Destinare: While albeit clunky and certainly heavy to use, a steep price of using this treasure is outweighed by the reward. Taking the form of an eku with double ends allows for maximum slicing potential, but can be used for more than rending flesh. The dual ends blades can be temporarily released to make the eku appear like a scythe, all while stabbing and eviscerating for a short amount of time before reverting to its previous state. What it does negates all pain once an equitable amount of adrenaline is obtained. Once the user begins to level out, the full pain returns, but the cuts and bruises are much more regulated and not as severe as they usually would be. In a nutshell, make sure his body produces a great deal of epinephrine's, then use him as a meat shield or punching bag. Also, another note is that this doesn't nullify the wounds he has already received before activating this power.
It has taken a while, but currently Ryou can swing it at a fair speed; not to slow to the point where someone can easily evade it, but not as keen as lightning so he can't exactly go all ham with it like other simple, non-magical weapons.
Expandable Baton: This is mainly Ryou's backup weapon when it comes to battle; when extended, it is about 65 cm in length. Of course, it does have another use which gives him a vantage point against other people or creatures. When impaled into the ground, he can use it to control the gravity of a certain area (up to twenty meters in length; horizontally and vertically), which means if you step into its vicinity, you could either jump like a man or woman on the moon, or be pinned onto the ground. Of course, if he wants to cancel it out, he needs to physically grab the baton to disable it. Depending on the gravity, he may need to counter the field with his own to counter the forces pulling him down... which will waste his energy in the process.
Equipment:
Gas Mask: When becoming a chaser, Ryou started off as wanting to find a mask to hide behind to remain unrecognizable out of fear of being identified by any traversing Youkai*** who might target him or his family. He found this Gas Mask when window shopping at the cafe, and found it to be excellent for the impending missions. Over time, his confidence surged, and now keeps wearing it to remain an enigma and a wannabe edge lord. Of course, it still has its use outside of hiding his face - it protects his eyes when assaulted with myriads of magic, sandstorms, or just generally anything that would love to gouge those two orbs out.
Durable Hoodie: Due to injuries and suspicion, Ryou began to fortify the hoodie with yen and certain items he bought or "found" while on the job. Over time, it gave him decent protection against certain blows from assailants. However, he still attempts to stay agile, as getting battered still is going to hurt like hell.
Dress Shoes: While tacky, Ryou has modified them to be much more comfy and protective, allowing for some relaxation while on missions all while providing little amounts of defense.
Other:
Versatile at a closer vicinity, but shows weakness when faced against an enemy at range. Why he doesn't grab a gun is because he doesn't want to bother with maintaining one (and with the added reason that he can't hide it well, unlike his baton and eku) and he can't wield a bow because of an embarrassing facet - he has the inability shoot an arrow to save his life unless the target is two feet in front of him.
Ryou is basically two sides of the same coin - on the job, he is a somewhat rash, overconfident Chaser who doesn't display fear, while the real him isn't as boisterous... Ryou is much more stoic, reserved and fearful; Ryou bleeds between these two identities most of the time.
While his Japanese is getting better, Ryou may slip up at times and say something completely off topic that does not relate to whatever his original message was... and will pretend that he didn't mess up if he is currently as his Atlas persona.
Due to the weight of Destinare, Atlas has had to specialize himself and increase his muscle mass to make it easier for him to wield the weapon. While it helps while he is on the job, it also works out when some delinquent decides to try(but fail) and drag Ryou down with him into impending failure.
When on missions as a Chaser, Atlas equips contact lens since he can't wear his glasses behind a gas mask. While he does dislike using them, they're better than being nearsighted to say the least, plus it hides his identity better since it makes him look like he has heterochromia.
***This also extends to other Chasers as well; he does his best to avert displaying his true to most of them for the safety and well-being of his family; a healthy dose of paranoia never hurt Ryou/Atlas, no? Only certain people know who Ryou is; otherwise, he is just called Atlas. |
51,571 | 1,396 | 49 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Cernia~
If Lucille expected some kind of intimidation from Cernia, she wouldn’t be getting it any time soon. With a huff she crossed her arms before saying, “Yeah, sure. First off, back off old hag. I’ve fought vampires before and trust me, you’re not that hard to break. Second, stop acting like you know anything about me when you don’t.”
However her bravado soon faltered as Lucille leaned in, Cernia’s eyes widening as the vampire covered her mouth. The gang of Raijuu tensed up but with a flash of her tail and a glare Cernia set them at ease once more. Eyes focused back on Lucille, she leaned in to listen for any sign of what the vampire was going to say next…but when she final said it, Cernia’s mind went blank for a moment.
“Er, what? A….boy,” she mumbled before her face soon turned into a nice shade of pink. “Wait, a what?!? Hell no, this isn’t about some stupid boy! I should just tear off your annoying face right here and now,” Cernia snarled, face still flushed. The Raijuu glanced among each other, wondering what the vampire had said to put off their boss to such a degree. Should they attack or just continue to stand there stupidly?
~Kiara Bastion~
“Haruka, did we really have to go all the way out here for a date?” Kiara complained. Honestly, didn’t the other girl have some tact? She had just shown up at the front door of her apartment randomly after one of her big time shows, only to drag her out here in the middle of nowhere to spend time together. Or something. Kiara honestly suspected it was just an excuse to call the Yellow Jackets rude names again or something. Whatever the case, now they were caught in some kind of death race. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she spotted Rui Ling and smiled.
“Hi Rui Ling. Let me guess, Aria sent you out to deal with these idiots too? We’ve been tagging this clowns for a while now and only recently have they slowed down enough for us to catch them in the act,” Kiara said, completely ignoring the stunned faces of the Yellow Jacket members. Honestly, did their stupidity have no limits?
, , , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,572 | 1,396 | 50 | 1,074 | 1,347 | Click. Click.
The AA-12 never lasted as long as he'd liked. It was a pain to carry a high number of spare magazines, he thought, still pointing the barrel at some low-level youkai trapped under his boot. Humanoid, but with crimson red eyes. Most of them had a tell, and it was usually rather obvious. Vincent ground his heel into the thing's spine. Nothing was quite as scary when it was bleeding out under your foot. With the bloodied sword in his off hand, Vincent stabbed straight through the back of its skull, killing the thing instantly.
Having already spent some time alone with his work, Vincent had already cleared out a few block's lengths of a street. Behind him, corpses were dismembered and displayed, some impaled on a long piece of rebar, others strung up on cables hanging from the street lights. Bits of concrete and asphalt were shattered, and a few buildings were alight.
Tossing his empty shotgun to the ground, the executioner shouldered his sword and stared silently at his handiwork. This was decent enough progress. Still, the weak ones had scattered. He knew there were strong ones, but they usually tucked themselves away in some corner. Still, they were attracted to displays of power, if only for an attempt to show they were the best. Vincent would find stronger prey in due time.
The executioner shouldered his heavy blade and continued down the street, boot steps echoing in the silent night. | Name: Vincent
Title: Executioner Vincent. Partly because it's his codename, partly because of what he does.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 450lbs.
Appearance: A hulking figure nearing seven feet in height, Vincent's body is tightly wrapped in thick, incredibly hard muscle. His face looks haggard and weathered, topped by a mess of blonde hair over green, tired eyes. His skeleton is thicker than a normal humans, and bone has broken through his skin on the knuckles, elbows, and other striking points.
Every inch of the man's skin is covered by a set of gray BDUs and heavy combat boots. Black gloves and a heavy, hooded leather coat cover the rest. Vincent's face is concealed by a plain white mask, with a pair of black lenses covering the eyes.
Personality: A grim, silent figure, Vincent saves his words until he spots his next target, at which point he tends to declare his intention of killing said monster with extreme prejudice. Since the death of his sister, he's lost a spark inside of him, replaced with a deep hatred of Youkai. This has become his raison d'etre, and he rarely considers anything else.
Vincent had a huge soft spot for his little sister, and that can extend to people who remind him of her. Most other people get a blank glare at best.
Short Bio: Vincent spent much of his previous life mostly normal. He was a young man, working to support himself and his younger sister. Though life was tough, he was happy. One night, a wrong turn led the pair into the other world. Assaulted by man-eating monsters, Vincent saw his sister killed, and barely escaped with his life.
The crazed pleas and police report soon filtered to the upper echelons of society, and Vincent found himself drafted into a government black project. The joint partnership of Japan, the USA, Germany, and England, had begun research into the paranormal and especially the Crimson Sky. While much of this new world is unknown, it was quickly apparent to government officials that many of its occupants were hostile to human life, and as such it was deemed necessary to create a new type of soldier to cull off these hostile beings. Vincent was abducted and offered a chance to join the first generation, on the basis of two reasons. The first was that he was healthy enough to potentially survive the dangerous process of enhancing his body. The second was that he had developed an extreme hatred of Youkai. There was no way he'd go rogue, and would happily oblige with defending humanity.
Of the forty-three chosen to undergo the augmentation process, twelve survived. Of those, ten were hospitalized with permanent disabilities, some unable to move. Vincent is one of the only two to fully become an Executioner.
In the time since then, Vincent has devoted himself fully to fighting off the Youkai menace. Every night he enters that crimson realm, and a trail of destruction is follow.
Powers: Vincent has gone through extremely heavy biological modification. His muscle and bone density has been increased several times, giving him superhuman levels of strength and durability. In addition, the bone thickness has increased and changed shape. His ribcage has fused, covering the gaps between ribs. He's also been implanted with a secondary set of adrenaline glands, giving him the ability to push himself further even during extreme bouts of fatigue or stress. Even his platelets have been altered, allowing him to better stop bleeding during combat.
Though he lacks magical potential, the sheer physical prowess achieved by his augmentations allow him to fight the most ferocious of youkai.
Weapons: Initial contact equipment consists of a primary long gun, a handgun, and a melee weapon. Vincent's typical setup consists of a Saiga-12 with a thirty-round drum, a S&W Model 500, and a claymore sword with a high durability blade.
However, Vincent also possesses a Trump Card: the Executioner Special Armament System. A satellite is kept in geosynchronous orbit above Vincent's current location, passing into the other world by carefully weaving through the shadows in moonlight created by space debris. This satellite is capable of quickly deploying highly specialized heavy weapons via a drop pod, often of such a high weight that only Vincent, with his enhanced strength, is capable of using them. These range from immense, oversized swords, to gatling guns and anti-tank rifles.
Equipment: A small, red ribbon bearing no special qualities.
Other: Currently bears no affiliation to the Hunters' Association. |
51,573 | 1,396 | 51 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
The grin on the vampire's face didn't fade even as Cernia denied her analysis. Lucille knew better. From the girl's body language to her own experience with children and teenagers. She had hit the nail on the head. The incoming threats seemed to do nothing to the older woman as she stood back to full height, looking down at Cernia with a smile. "I think you should think about your own face for a moment," Lucille told her before raising a hand to tap on her own cheek a few times. This gesture was her way of pointing out to Cernia that she was blushing, as if the girl mimicked Lucille and felt her own cheek she would feel the warmth of her own blush. It was also a polite way of telling Cernia that she didn't believe her.
"I might not look like it, but I've raised children of my own before," Lucille confessed, walking forward and past Cernia. She seemed to be slowly and casually walking deeper into the temple's property. But as she slowly walked, each step giving a click from her high heels, she continued talking to the girl. "You can't fool me, Cernia." After getting a few meters behind the girl and away from the crowd of Raijuu, Lucille stopped and turned around. "Are you coming or not?" The invitation was simple: to step away from the eyes and ears of Luciel and the gang of spirits. "We have so much to talk about. Unless... you're fine talking here and now?" | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,574 | 1,396 | 52 | 1,278 | 8,081 | The Crimson Sky
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"Hahahaha... Impressive, human! Your skills are not to be underestimated, but this is were your foolishness ends." A voice echoed between the empty building and desert alleyways, regarding Vincent with interest as if whoever owned it were issuing a challenge to the Executioner.
A moment later, Vincent would notice that the voice didn't came from one fixed point, but from at least four different directions, from what looked like four identical Youkai draped in heavily concealing robes and wielding identical pairs of swords bathed in crimson flames and connected to each other by a lenght of chain.
These were no ordinary Youkai and as such it was obvious that they had appeared before Vincent with a purpose which would be made clear as soon as they spoke in unison again "Do you think of your self as the only slayer? Don't you believe there are some of us that exist only to dispose of you? Hahaha... such innocence; perhaps it's about time you join your sibling on the world of the dead."
As they said so, the Youkai swung their blades and shot forth balls of flame, each of them as damaging as a RPG shot, toward Vincent, before three of them leaped of the buildings they stood, to rake at the Chaser from each of his sides as well as from behind, adding the momentum of the free fall to their already considerable strength.
• • •
Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
BGM
"Yes, mistre- I mean, master", Ellie said upon the command of Aria to get their tea party ready. Barely a minute later and she was back with all that was requested in telekinetic hands following her, and crept behind Alice while the conceited girl talked with Ellie's master.
"Oh~ Miss Alice, it's been ages since we had mention of you. Or did it seem like ages because we haven't been graced with your presence?" As Ellie got closer and closer, her behavior was getting more and more pronounced to the point that she ignored Atlas' advances (which wasn't a common occurrence by any means), but anyone would understand her, no? After all how could Ellie keep her cool when someone like Alice was nearby? Oh, if only she could...
"Here, Miss Alice, let me give you a massage, while you read this letter that we received the other day." As Ellie said so, she reached into one of her pockets and drew an envelope sealed with wax with the words 'For the True Alice' written on the front, inside Alice would find instead of a letter, a single playing card, however the meaning of it was sure to send shivers down her spine for it was none other than the Queen of Hearts. What could this mean?
Despite all that, Ellie's hands continued to creep dangerously close to Alice's gentle hills, if nothing was done, who knows what else would the enticed vampire-demon girl do? | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,575 | 1,396 | 53 | 1,074 | 1,347 | Sibling? Vincent's teeth grit to nearly crack in his jaw. He didn't know just how these guys knew that, but their deaths wouldn't be painless. Even as they gave their speech, Vincent had already ordered a special arms.
With one motion, the man ripped up a large, flat piece of sidewalk, wielding it as a makeshift shield to defend against the fireballs by swatting them away in a circular motion. As the concrete quickly crumbled under the impact, he gave a leap away from the downwards stabs the enemy was attempting. Lastly, they were separated as a red hot star fell to earth, slamming between them. The drop pod opened and released a hiss of steam, before a small system ejected its payload into Vincent's hand: A heavy, six foot long rifle with a large, rectangular barrel and a prominent muzzle brake. The executioner slammed a hefty magazine into the gun and chambered a round in one swift motion.
"Executioner's Special 30mm Anti-Freak Battle Rifle: Firing Squad." he muttered to himself. The masked man leveled the gun to fire from the hip, and several squeezes of the trigger released just as many rounds, each sounding a crack of thunder. | Name: Vincent
Title: Executioner Vincent. Partly because it's his codename, partly because of what he does.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 450lbs.
Appearance: A hulking figure nearing seven feet in height, Vincent's body is tightly wrapped in thick, incredibly hard muscle. His face looks haggard and weathered, topped by a mess of blonde hair over green, tired eyes. His skeleton is thicker than a normal humans, and bone has broken through his skin on the knuckles, elbows, and other striking points.
Every inch of the man's skin is covered by a set of gray BDUs and heavy combat boots. Black gloves and a heavy, hooded leather coat cover the rest. Vincent's face is concealed by a plain white mask, with a pair of black lenses covering the eyes.
Personality: A grim, silent figure, Vincent saves his words until he spots his next target, at which point he tends to declare his intention of killing said monster with extreme prejudice. Since the death of his sister, he's lost a spark inside of him, replaced with a deep hatred of Youkai. This has become his raison d'etre, and he rarely considers anything else.
Vincent had a huge soft spot for his little sister, and that can extend to people who remind him of her. Most other people get a blank glare at best.
Short Bio: Vincent spent much of his previous life mostly normal. He was a young man, working to support himself and his younger sister. Though life was tough, he was happy. One night, a wrong turn led the pair into the other world. Assaulted by man-eating monsters, Vincent saw his sister killed, and barely escaped with his life.
The crazed pleas and police report soon filtered to the upper echelons of society, and Vincent found himself drafted into a government black project. The joint partnership of Japan, the USA, Germany, and England, had begun research into the paranormal and especially the Crimson Sky. While much of this new world is unknown, it was quickly apparent to government officials that many of its occupants were hostile to human life, and as such it was deemed necessary to create a new type of soldier to cull off these hostile beings. Vincent was abducted and offered a chance to join the first generation, on the basis of two reasons. The first was that he was healthy enough to potentially survive the dangerous process of enhancing his body. The second was that he had developed an extreme hatred of Youkai. There was no way he'd go rogue, and would happily oblige with defending humanity.
Of the forty-three chosen to undergo the augmentation process, twelve survived. Of those, ten were hospitalized with permanent disabilities, some unable to move. Vincent is one of the only two to fully become an Executioner.
In the time since then, Vincent has devoted himself fully to fighting off the Youkai menace. Every night he enters that crimson realm, and a trail of destruction is follow.
Powers: Vincent has gone through extremely heavy biological modification. His muscle and bone density has been increased several times, giving him superhuman levels of strength and durability. In addition, the bone thickness has increased and changed shape. His ribcage has fused, covering the gaps between ribs. He's also been implanted with a secondary set of adrenaline glands, giving him the ability to push himself further even during extreme bouts of fatigue or stress. Even his platelets have been altered, allowing him to better stop bleeding during combat.
Though he lacks magical potential, the sheer physical prowess achieved by his augmentations allow him to fight the most ferocious of youkai.
Weapons: Initial contact equipment consists of a primary long gun, a handgun, and a melee weapon. Vincent's typical setup consists of a Saiga-12 with a thirty-round drum, a S&W Model 500, and a claymore sword with a high durability blade.
However, Vincent also possesses a Trump Card: the Executioner Special Armament System. A satellite is kept in geosynchronous orbit above Vincent's current location, passing into the other world by carefully weaving through the shadows in moonlight created by space debris. This satellite is capable of quickly deploying highly specialized heavy weapons via a drop pod, often of such a high weight that only Vincent, with his enhanced strength, is capable of using them. These range from immense, oversized swords, to gatling guns and anti-tank rifles.
Equipment: A small, red ribbon bearing no special qualities.
Other: Currently bears no affiliation to the Hunters' Association. |
51,576 | 1,396 | 54 | 2,154 | 272 | Alice rolled her eyes as a particularly talkative and obnoxious individual rushed into the cafe and began blabbering about nothing. How could one talk so much and say so little? Nothing like Alice, whose each word carried the weight of the universe in its expulsion, drawing people in with its sheer mass and its... its profound bigness. Her words alone made satellites of their observers, and were fantastic not only in hugeness but elegance. He could learn a thing or two.
With a self-satisfied smirk on her face, Alice began setting a table up. Her tea set had a variety of things, including a beautiful lace tablecloth which Alice draped over the table, making one small portion of the cafe far more elegant and far less low-class. Sitting down, she waited for Aria to finish her work and looked over at Ellie.
"Kukuku~ obviously, every second not in my lovely presence would feel more like a year. How you last without me, I'll never know."
Her eyes narrowed, however, after considering exactly what sort of 'greeting' Ellie was planning to give her. Alice snatched the letter away from the woman with one hand, and tapped her noggin using a saucer with the other.
"Bad girl," she said, affixing Ellie with an imperious glare that carried the full weight of her bigness, "how often must I scold you before you learn? You shouldn't go around touching girls like that. Get on your knees and apologize properly."
Alice looked down at her letter and opened it, depositing the card onto the table.
"Hmph. Doubtless, the first part of a fifty-two part gift from one of my adoring fans. Ugh, we shan't be able to play a proper game with just this! Really, what must they have been thinking?"
Indeed, it was a card with a significance that went completely over Alice's head, for the girl had never actually read Alice in Wonderland. Nor had she seen any of the hundred adaptations. In fact she was waiting until her English was good enough to read it in its native language because, although she was a westaboo, her English was absolutely dreadful. | Name: Mami Koizumi
Title: The True Alice
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 87 lbs
Appearance: The way Mami really looks and how she presents herself are two entirely separate things. Most of the time she looks like a perfect young Japanese girl, with long, silky black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. During this time, she often wears traditional Japanese clothing depending on the season, like a padded kimono in winter or a yukata in summer.
When on a job, however, she becomes Alice. She dresses in various types of Lolita styles, depending on her mood, and changes her hair color to blonde and eye color to blue.
Personality: While Mami is usually sweet and docile, her Alice persona tends towards over-the-top declarations and a severely haughty attitude. When she is Alice, she is bold, overconfident, and tends to talk down to others. However, this is just a constructed persona and is easily shattered once she notices she’s made someone feel bad in any way. She really is Mami through and through, and always falls back into trying to help and comfort others with a ready ear and a kind word. N-not that she likes you or anything!
Short Bio: Mami didn’t grow up in a loving, proper Japanese household. Well, she lived in one, but she barely grew up at all. Throughout her school life, she was often teased about her height and development which were both incredibly stunted. She ended up finding refuge in Lolita fashion, which catered to the aesthetic of the short and under-developed, and through Lolita she also gained a fascination with the west. Western girls were all so pretty, with their light hair and beautiful eyes, and Mami wanted to be just like that. She knew that if she looked pretty like that, height would no longer matter. She thusly bleached her hair, grabbed up some colored contacts, and went to school where she was teased once again for looking like a shrimpy delinquent. She left school crying and dejected and, not paying attention to where she was going through the tears, she found herself lost. It was then that she saw a white blur rounding a corner, and something inside of her screamed to follow it. She chased the blur for a while, and found herself in a strange place with a red sky. A small white rabbit awaited her at a table, upon which were a variety of snacks and two cups to tea. She took a seat opposite the rabbit and, almost instinctively, she nibbled a scone and took a sip of tea. The rabbit told her that she had the soul of a true Alice, and that it was time she claimed her birthright now that the previous Alice had gone. Her tiny body overflowed with power, and suddenly she found herself safely tucked in bed at home. At her bedside was a tea set on a tray, engraved upon which was the phrase “For the one, true Alice.” Currently, when she isn’t being Alice, she works for her parents and helps manage the family onsen. When she is Alice, she works as a Chaser to help protect people from bad things. She was finally special, and it was important to her to put that specialness to use. She’s completely new to the job, and her true identity is unknown to all but her. Other chasers, the few that have heard of her, know her only by title.
Powers:
Teatime- Mami can create teatime beverages and snacks out of thin air. These beverages and snacks each have healing or ability-enhancing properties, which may stack as long as one has room in one’s stomach. There are diminishing returns, however, and eating more than three of the same product results in somewhat negligible increases. After all, teatime is about enjoying a variety of things. It would be a waste to fill completely up on muffins of speed and not try a scone of power.
Dress up- Mami can change her appearance in a flash, whether it’s clothing, hair color, eye color, or any amount of cosmetic items including makeup. She can’t change her height, weight, or gender, however.
Weapons: None.
Equipment:
Unbreakable tea set- No matter what happens, nothing in this tea set can be in any way damaged or broken.
Other: Kind of a westaboo. |
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Cernia's eye twitched; the more this woman spoke, the more irritated she became. It was getting to the point that her tail was lashing back and forth behind her and she glared at any of the dumb Raijuu boys who dared to so much as glance at her. Huffing, she flicked her hand as an order for her gang to be still before following after Lucille, hands in her pockets.
For the most part the older woman remained quiet as they walked. She was unfamiliar with the layout of the Setsuna Temple but it wasn't difficult to navigate her way further into the property. Lucille remained silent until they reached the main temple at the center. At that point she sat down on the stairs that led to the entrance and faced Cernia, making a motion for the girl to take a seat next to her. "So... tell me, what's he like? Is he a fox too? You have to give me some details here," she finally said, her tone changing to something more positive and inviting. Almost as if she was trying to get gossip or a juicy story from a friend, despite having just met Cernia.
The Kyuuby still muttered to herself, eyes suspicious when the vampire beckoned her by her side. Cernia did just that though she kept her arms crossed in annoyance. Honestly, for a Chaser, it seemed this woman really had nothing better to do than to give kids dating advice or something. Flicking her ears, Cernia glared up at Lucille.
"First off, it's a she. Second, no; it's much worst. She's some dumbass priestess with her head too high up in the clouds. A total weirdo and a ditz at that too," Cernia listed off, as if the insults were ingrained into her memory. Well then. This was certainly odd.
Lucille's smile vanished for a brief moment, but the serious expression didn't last long before she laughed to herself. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. It's just a funny thing to me. My children were boys so I had to help them with girls. It's almost like doing the same thing again, in a way," Lucille apologized, making it clear to the prodigy Kyuubi that she wasn't mocking her. After calming herself down she looked back to Cernia.
"Gee, that somehow makes me feel so much better," Cernia replied with sarcasm, already regretting letting this vampire smooth talk her into revealing such personal things. But they were already at this point so they might as well continue on with it.
"So she's a priestess, huh. At this temple? Is that why you hang around here or were you here first? Though I suppose that doesn't matter very much now that I say it out loud..." She paused for a brief moment to consider what she knew so far. She'd have to be careful with her words, for while she meant well she didn't want to get punched by a girl that was contending for the strongest creature alive. "So anyways, what do you think the issue is? Can you not get her attention? Or perhaps... is she not interested in girls?"
"She was here first but she had the nerve to come to me. Or something...look, I don't really remember. Besides, she's way too full of herself anyway. And it's not like she's not interested girls. It's just....ugh, she's so annoying! And a ditz too," Cernia complained for the both of them. "Always going around trying to catch aliens or something stupid like that...not like any of that kind of crap is fun or anything..."
Lucille cocked her head sideways and rested it on her palm. "Aliens?" she muttered. She had never really thought about it before, as she had dismissed the idea decades ago. But with the whole Crimson Sky situation, suddenly the idea didn't seem as crazy as it used to. "So the girl is a bit vain, I guess. Everyone has their flaws. You're a bit aggressive, for example. And I'm a bit... pushy, I suppose. Anyways, have you actually tried talking to her about the two of you? Or has it been a passive thing where neither of you have talked about your true feelings?" It was hard to resist just looking into her mind to get the right answer, since Cernia had a habit of hiding what she feels, but Lucille still gave the girl the respect she deserved.
"Eh? Well....no. Not really. Why would we talk about our feelings when the chances of them not being returned is so high? Besides, we're usually argueing over stupid stuff for that to really happen," Cernia said, voice slightly unsure. Was it actually so simple as to just sit down and talk about it? Impossible.
"Well, I don't think you should directly talk about your feelings like it was the weather or something," Lucille added. "It would come across as awkward. Probably even random. I'll tell you what I told my sons all those years ago: just ask her out." She didn't need to pause now, but she waited very specifically for dramatic effect. "The very act alone conveys more than you think. Once the option for a relationship is on the table it will be much easier to sort out both your feelings and hers."
"But I do have to say though, being rejected can happen." Lucille now looked away, but her smile still remained. "You can't always get what you want in life. Sometimes it can be unfair. You might find a boy... er, girl... who you feel strongly for but they don't return those feelings. The important thing is that you try. You miss every shot you don't take, as the saying goes." Now she looked back to Cernia, the smile fading away. "When did you plan on trying? Did you ever plan on it?"
"Um...well..."
Cernia's answer and the fact that she looked away spoke enough words. Obviously she wasn't planning on settling this issue any time soon; that would explain the rather immature behaviour on her part what with starting a gang and what not. Really...why was she even doing this again? As she thought more and more about it, a creeping feeling of the unsettling nature rose up her spine. Why was she doing all this?
A disappointed frown appeared on Lucille's face. "You can't just take your time with matters like this," she said, taking a stern and lecturing tone. "The longer you wait the worse your chances are. Someone else might even sweep that girl off her feet while you're trying to figure everything out. How would you feel if you didn't even get the chance? What's worse to you: taking a chance and losing... or losing on taking a chance?"
The Kyuuby narrowed her eyes and flexed her fists, severly annoyed and outraged by Lucille's tone and words. Mostly because the vampire was right and that only made Cernia more uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to say something, only to close it again before sighing to collect her thoughts.
"You just had to be the motherly type, didn't you? Why the hell does a bat like you have to be right," she muttered.
Lucille smirked to herself briefly, feeling some pride in her life experience. Granted it wasn't a direct compliment or anything, but finally someone acknowledged her wisdom. "I've done this song and dance before, sweetie. Not just giving advice, but I was in your shoes a long time ago. I was a bit younger than you, and it was about a boy rather than a girl, but it works all the same. Back in primary school I had a crush on the football team's goalie. But he didn't seem to be interested in me. I waited so long to try and get him myself that... that bitch Katie went and stole him."
The old memories of her school days flared up briefly, creating visible anger from the vampire. But as quickly as it came it went, with Lucille taking a deep breath to calm down. "I hated that witch. Anyways, in the end it was a lesson I learned the hard way. Thankfully I didn't have that problem when I met my husband later, as he approached me. But the moral of the story is that you can't wait forever. I didn't take my shot as a schoolgirl and missed out. If my husband didn't take a shot with me he would've surely missed out as well. You get what I'm trying to say?"
"Um, sure," Cernia said, already picking up the hints of a boring lecture. "Yeah, sure, I get it. Look, I appreciate the advice and all but why are you still here again-ghhn!"
Something sharp and searing spiked through her neck and Cernia immediately clapped a hand on the side of her throat. Gritting her teeth, she felt the world being changed slightly, but she didn't know how. The Kyuuby's mind was stuck in a haze of inner-confusion but her body was acting on its own.
At once a deadly snarl escaped the Kyuuby, her eyes fading before being overcome by a dark purple light. Growling, she turned on the vampire suddenly and lashed out with a solid punch. Was...Was this what had compelled her to start a gang?
Lucille instinctively reached for the girl, to put a comforting hand on her shoulder when she felt a pain in her neck. But her reflexes kicked in as the girl began to radiate a purple light, retracting her hand in a flash and jumping to her feet. Just in the nick of time, avoiding the girl's attack. Lucille seemed to have a possible speed advantage, but she knew that a direct blow from Cernia would probably be the end of it. "Cernia?" she questioned, taking another step back just in preparation of another attack. "What's going on? Wait..."
"Who are you?"
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Cernia's answer was a lunge at the vampire, aiming to pin her to the ground. It would seem all acts of trying to reason with the Kyuuby would be all for naught as her motions and demeanor were that of a wild beast. Her tail began to glow with a pulsing light, Cernia snarling savagely with the desire to tear the vampire apart.
The older woman leapt backwards in a hand spring, bouncing off the ground in a few flips to put more distance between herself and the Kyuubi. When she finally landed on the ground again on all fours, her expression lost the confused look and became completely serious. "Don't make do this, Cernia..." Lucille performed one last back spring, this time kicking off her high heels in the same motion. She had no idea where they landed, probably far away from the speed of the motion, but now she was going to be able to move faster. Okay, Lucille, what to do... If I can bite her then I can calm her down by force. But that could go wrong very fast. Maybe I can try communicating with her telepathically. Something is wrong with her and she isn't in control, but maybe she still has her conscious thought...
With her decision made, Lucille focused on the Kyuubi girl's mind. Her voice would ring out within Cernia's head. "Cernia, you need to calm down," the voice said, using a calm and nurturing tone. Something gentle, to test the waters. Lucille half expected to get no response, but she hoped that there would be some kind of easy way out of this. Cernia was a rare case where she couldn't simply overpower her opponent. Being a vampire afforded no advantages tonight.
All Lucille would get back in return was a massive mental scream, the roar threatening to tear the vampire's mind in two. What was worse was that the feral declaration was being emitted both in the mind and outside, the call startling a few of the Raijuu boys. It didn't take very long for both immortals to be surrounded by the massive group of Raijuu, their eyes wide at the sight of what was going on.
And then something happened that made them all instinctively step back in fear. For as Cernia continued to roar and rampage, a burst of energy was growing behind her, taking the shape of a second tail. If Cernia wasn't stopped soon, Lucille would have to deal with a full blown nine-tails.
That was interesting. Lucille looked quizzically at the girl as she grew another tail. She was largely unfamiliar with the history of Kitsune and Kyuubi, not realizing any difference between them until now. She could feel a difference from Cernia, despite the ringing in her ears from the piercing shriek a moment before. So she's not at full strength right now. But she's growing stronger. I guess this is my only opportunity to try and defend myself. Otherwise I will have to run...
The vampire held her ground, placing one of her bare feet forward in Cernia's direction. Lucille wasn't particularly trained in martial arts, but she had been practicing on her own over the past year since she became a vampire. After all, having incredible physical capability is only so useful if you don't know how to handle yourself. It was a weak stance, clearly one used by an amateur, but Lucille seemed confident that she could stand up to Cernia. "You kids may want to get back. This could get out of hand..."
The Raijuu wasted no time in following Lucille's advice, getting the hell out of the surrounding radius. They didn't know what the vampire thought she was doing but each of them figured she had a grasp on the situation. Right? If anything, at least they were convinced not to go joining any other gangs, especially if the leader was going to turn into some woobie destroyer of worlds. With a snarl, Cernia dashed forward with incredible speeds.
When the girl finally dashed forward, Lucille stepped to the side and reached out. She latched onto Cernia's right arm, intending to flip the girl over and pin her onto the ground. But this proved to be folly very quickly, as when Lucille applied her own strength she found Cernia's arm wouldn't even bend. I underestimated this girl. That much strength in just one arm... Rather than doom herself she let go of Cernia's arm before the girl could fling her around and then jumped backwards. Wrestling her to the ground wasn't going to work, and even if it did it seemed that Lucille wouldn't be strong enough to keep her pinned. So, I guess it comes down to this... Without any further dialogue, the vampire turned around and started to run away from Cernia again. She first jumped, clearing the compound and landing on the roof of the main temple, waiting there to see if the girl would follow her and to see how efficiently she could move around. If Cernia ended up being faster than Lucille then running wasn't going to help, after all.
As the fight began in earnest, a new element introduced itself into the situation. There was no sound at first, but it would be felt in an overbearing presence, an aura of power and strength that radiated from the direction of the temple exit. An aura that only seemed to intensify with each second that passed even if it wasn't noticed at first by those present. It could only belong to one person, yet only Cernia would be able to recognize it, and she was far from being in a state to do so.
Then the presence made itself known vocally, grunting as she stepped into view of those present. "Tch," the woman grumbled to herself. "I leave the kid alone for, like, a day, and she goes off and does something stupid." It was obvious that she was quite the different personality, seemingly oblivious to the dangers present as she became involved in the currently ongoing fight.
The woman was tall, and radiated a power that extended beyond her appearance of t shirt and jeans, with long blond hair and red eyes, a bronze necklace with it. Her hands rested on her hips as she walked forward, ignoring the Raijuu present at the same time as she neared Cernia, hopping onto the roof in a single jump. A glance was given to Lucille, accompanied by a cocky and confident grin, as she drew near. "Sorry about this. She's not the easiest person to handle."
That said she looked to Cernia, frowning with her arms crossing her chest. "I hope you had your fun Cernia. Time for you to get back to work."
Cernia snarled, mind wracked with the intent to kill as Lucille leapt away and out of her grip. Her twin tails flashing, she prepared to leap up in pursuit of the vampire before a very familiar presence made her give pause. Body frozen in motion, the possessed Kyuuby turned to the voice of her master, staring blankly at the woman's form for a few moments.
It seemed that whoever, whatever, had taken control was hesitating in facing this new threat; but that hesitation was only for a moment as Cernia screeched out into the night air, one fist glowing in blue flames while the other was coated in a freezing layer of ice. She then took off, suddenly appearing at the woman's side with a punch aimed right for her head. It seemed the Kyuuby, possessed as she was, hadn't learned from last time.
A new woman had appeared, Lucille only detecting her presence just before she jumped up onto the roof. It surprised her from the power she was feeling from the newcomer, who seemed to be important. Someone confident at least. "I noticed," was all Lucille had to respond to the mystery woman. It seemed like an inappropriate time to ask who they were and what they were doing. But as Cernia overcame her hesitation and jumped up to the roof, now using magic in her attacks, Lucille was quick to leap out of her way. She seemed to be gunning for the newcomer and Lucille knew she wasn't equipped to stop her.
The woman waited patiently for Cernia to answer her, noting the tails that lashed in the air and indicated the power that was currently being drawn upon. Well, that was annoying, and a tad worrying. Not as much as if she had had more currently manifested, but it was a sign that something was definitely up. She wouldn't have gone to such lengths without a major opponent, and this didn't seem to apply, no offense to Lucille.
Suddenly Cernia was at her side and she lashed out. Yet the woman reacted quickly as well, spinning and deflecting her punch before unleashing a blow of her own, a snap kick aimed at her side, which would send her flying off the roof if it did impact, allowing the woman to follow her and keep up the pressure on Cernia now that she had the advantage. It would almost have been an impressive battle to watch, if Lucille weren't so close to the middle of it.
Cernia's snarl was cut off as the woman launched a kick into the side, making the Kyuuby hurl over before being sent flying about a mile away. All of the irritation of the World's Strongest Creature was put into that kick, Cernia tumbling along roof tops before scrambling onto all fours with her claws. She quickly got up as the woman advanced, putting up a defensive as she blocked and countered the many blows aimed her way, the two fighters deadlocked.
Growling, Cernia's eyes flickered over to Lucille before her one of her tails began to glow. With a swift swipe she flicked a bolt of blue energy before it materialized into a giant blade of ice straight at the vampire.
The fight had taken a very distinct turn. The new woman blasted Cernia away with just a kick. Clearly she was quite strong. Was this possibly Cernia's master? The Strongest Monster? "Oh my," Lucille muttered to herself, briefly wondering how well Cernia was able to take a blow like that. But it seemed that, in the distance, she had recovered quite fine and was able to continue fighting. The vampire wasted no time in catching up with the two, unsure if she should attempt to assist or not. She couldn't well run away, or else she wouldn't be accomplishing the mission.
But before she could approach it seemed that Cernia hadn't forgotten about her. A magical attack was sent her way in the form of a blade of ice. A large one. The timing on it was unlucky for Lucille, catching her while she was mid-jump and unable to avoid it. But she didn't need to dodge it. Her hands came together, catching the blade of ice before it could impale her and stopping it dead in the air. The freezing temperature of the blade would surely hurt a normal human, and that isn't accounting for the size and weight of the thing, but Lucille was able to defend herself just fine. After landing safely on another rooftop she simply let it fall to the ground, shaking her hands a few times afterwards due to the frosty feeling left in them. "Well then, is there anything I should be doing now better than watching? Hmm..."
The blond haired woman followed on Cernia's heels almost nonchalantly, springing between rooftops and otherwise walking as she closed the distance between herself and the rampaging Kyuuby. Given what she had displayed already it was obvious that she wasn't concerned about the threat posed to her, even as Cernia recovered from the brutal hit that had been administered to her. Soon enough they met once more, the woman sighing aloud before she lashed out, meeting each punch and returning her own with all the annoyance and irritation that she could muster.
The distraction as Lucille arrived was noted and otherwise ignored as she focused on getting the upper hand, meeting the incoming blows as she went to grab at her arms or hands, which would serve long enough to hold Cernia in place for the few moments needed to deliver a painful head-butt. Not the most elegant, but definitely effective, which she would follow up with an attempted pin, depending on how it turned out.
The resounding head-butt stunned the Kyuuby momentarily, just enough for the woman to pin her down. A few dazing moments later had Cernia shaking her head, the blow leaving a resounding cracking noise running through her ears. But whoever or whatever was controlling her was obviously not eager to relinquish that control, a final trump card of sorts playing out.
A burst of energy would explode from Cernia's body, gathering straight up towards the heavens that would serve to blow the woman back. Howling into the skies, a third tail manifested itself behind her, coating in blue streaks of electricity. Fire, ice, and now lightning; all three powers were but a third of the Kyuuby's full power and she charged right at the woman. If the vampire and the World's Strongest had any open opportunities to finish this battle, it would be now.
It seemed that Cernia's master had the situation under control, quickly pinning Cernia to the ground after brutalizing her in hand-to-hand combat. It was somewhat mesmerizing to watch, but Lucille wasn't too distracted to notice the build-up of power within Cernia. When she grew a third tail and blew her master backwards it was clear that the escalating situation needed to be handled somehow. Before Cernia could charge at her master she would feel an impact from her side.
Lucille had dashed in and brought with her a full-body tackle. Taking advantage of her own strength and momentum coming perpendicular to Cernia's, Lucille slammed into the girl and sent both of them off-course from her master. "I said I didn't want to do this," Lucille spoke up, gripping Cernia tightly as she continued forward to the edge of the building. She intended to dive off the side with the Kyuubi girl trapped in her arms. Surely gravity and physics could do some kind of damage, perhaps rack her brain a little bit to snap her out of whatever insane trance she was in. Of course, Lucille knew that she was now completely within Cernia's reach and largely unable to defend herself from any retaliations. Hell, she didn't even know if she could hold the girl for more than a second or two anyways. But at least she made the effort.
The woman let out a smirk as she pinned Cernia down, her tactics having been as successful as she had anticipated that it would be. That sort of thing came in handy, though she wasn't about to go into detail as to why it was. Right now she was just planning to stick like this, maybe rough her up a bit until the tails went away, something like that. Cernia wouldn't appreciate the headache later, but honestly the woman didn't particularly care. She had dealt with that sort of thing before, and could do it again.
In spite of her position, she was nonetheless caught off guard by the sudden burst of energy which surged from Cernia as the third tail manifested. It blew her back, though she tumbled and rolled rather than falling off the roof, and quickly recovered to face the oncoming charge. The charge that never reached her as Lucille intervened to tackle Cernia off the roof.
"Well then, that was unexpected," the woman noted to herself as she hopped down after them, walking over to deliver a full force punch to Cernia if she had broken free during the fall. Honestly she could have taken the Kyuuby at even higher levels of strength, but cutting her off now before she could go all out and wreck the place would probably be for the best. Cernia had better be grateful for this later.
Cernia had indeed broken free from Lucille's grip but it wasn't enough of a time span to dodge the punch delivered to her by her master. The solid blow only sent her plummeting down towards the ground faster, her body impacting and causing a massive crater to form, the entire Setsuna Temple shaking at its roots nearby.
The Kyuuby was unconscious, her tails slowly dispelling one by one. A dark hiss was heard, something seeming to emerge from a black mark on Cernia's neck. How long had that been there? The mark seemed to take three-dimensional shape, morphing into a black serpent as it desperately slithered away to safety. Assuming one of the women would crush it, Cernia groaned as she blinked open her now normal eyes, sitting up and rubbing the back of her head.
"Gahh! Motherfuck that hurt! Hey...Granny? Granny you...y-you...oi! You ruined my good clothes!" Cernia protested, already standing up and pointing at the blonde woman in accusation, indicating to her now torn and battered hoodie. "Seriously, you can't be mindful of good fashion for once?!?"
Lucille landed surprisingly gracefully after Cernia had broken free and her master accelerated the girl's descent, landing just at the edge of the crater she had created from the impact. Maybe the World's Strongest was able to solve the problem, as Cernia didn't immediately get up and her tails started to go away. But before they could breathe a sigh of relief it seemed that some strange, dark mass appeared on Cernia's neck, turning into a snake that wasted no time trying to flee from the unconscious Kyuubi. It didn't make it far, as Lucille's bare foot slammed onto its head before it could even leave the crater. Before the vampire woman could even question what happened Cernia decided to wake up and start berating her master.
Over the damaged clothes. Is this so normal between them that she only worried about the clothes? For now she decided to stand to the side, to see how the conversation between them would play out. Perhaps her questions would be answered without even having to ask. As well it seemed like a good idea to not give Cernia the notion that she had just been attacked by Lucille, as the girl seemed oblivious to Lucille's involvement in the rampage.
The woman landed relatively gracefully as well after delivering the finishing blow to Cernia, though she landed inside the newly formed crater rather than just on the edge. Walking over, she noted the disappearing tails, which was good as far as she was concerned. Cernia seemed otherwise unharmed at the moment, which would make getting back on their way easier.
She folded her arms across her chest, tapping a foot as she waited for the Kyuuby to wake up from her forced nap. The appearance of the snake earned a sharp gaze and a frown as her mind wandered, connecting Cernia's strange actions to whatever that thing had ben. Perhaps something to look into later? But there was no time to wonder about it, as Cernia woke up and began to berate her about what she had done to her wardrobe. "You attacked me," the woman pointed out. "What happened to your clothes is only your fault."
Having brilliantly explained her innocence in the affairs of clothes, she shot a glance at Lucille before turning back to Cernia. "So who's the vampire," she asked, nodding her head towards their current companion. Given that the two had been fighting when she showed up, it was probably someone important, or close to Cernia. Not that she cared, but curiosity compelled her as she waited for an answer.
"You know you can ask her yourself," Cernia pointed out, still miffed at the loss of her clothes. "Anyway, she's a Chaser though I doubt you'd know what that is Granny. Apparently she was sent here to deal with some gang of teenagers. Totally don't know how that could have happened, Her name's Lucille by the way."
"In fact, Cernia here helped me out with that," Lucille continued, completely going along with the Kyuuby’s story. She reached a hand out, to shake hands in greeting with the girl's master. "You can just call me Lucy if you want. A gang of Raijuu was abusing the Setsuna Temple and I was tasked with making them stop. Cernia helped convince them to stop terrorizing the place, but she seemed to become possessed by something right after the fact." The vampire woman flashed a smile in Cernia's direction. She clearly didn't hold the girl to her attempt at Lucille's life.
"In fact, I was thinking of donating to the temple. It's been hit with hard times and a bored old woman like me has nothing better to do. But you seem to know the prodigy fox-girl yourself. By chance would you be... her master?"
The woman looked between the two with some skepticism, but the coordinated story, as impromptu as it might be, was successful in convincing her that the events they had claimed really had happened. Well, for the most part anyway. She wouldn't be bothered to pursue her lingering suspicions, if only because of the effort that it would have required to do so. She had better things to do.
"I see," she said once the explanation had been finished, letting out another sigh of resignation. "Why is it you that always gets involved in this weird occult stuff. First getting kidnapped to be used as a sacrifice, now possession, is there something about being a Kyuuby that makes you a magnet for this stuff?" That was directed at Cernia, as should be obvious. This wasn't the first time that this sort of thing had happened to them, apparently.
That said, her focus shifted to the vampire, and that particular area of conversation. "Nice. I guess it was a good thing you were here to keep Cernia preoccupied until I showed up. I turn my back while shopping and the next thing I know she's gone. Ridiculous." There was some grumbling on her part, the woman not exactly thrilled with how events had gone. But the question prompted a grin and a pose, albeit a subtle one, as she showed off. "Yeah, that's me. World's Strongest Creature and her master. You can determine for yourself how unfortunate it is."
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm a totally powerful Kyuuby who's gonna become the World's Strongest one day. People just like me that's all. Unlike you," Cernia protested with a huff, soon rolling her eyes as her master then did her routine greeting, pose and everything. "Please don't encourage her. I'll never hear the end of it."
Well then, it would seem this mission had been resolved nicely. The Raijuu had no plans of ever joining something so much as resembling a gang ever again and the temple would now get some steady funding for a while. The issue surrounding Cernia's love life as well as the snake had yet to be resolved, but perhaps they would be in the near future. Cernia just hoped Lucille wouldn't become a part of her master's fan club. | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,578 | 1,396 | 56 | 1,278 | 8,081 | The Lake
Just as Jun predicted, the lights didn’t leap to attack him. Instead, they came and circled around him in an up and down pattern, their appearance was distinguishable now that they were so close. They looked like soap bubbles, but more ethereal (if that’s even possible) and something… images seemed to swirl inside of them. They looked like the hazy memories of a child or a family playing in the park on a lazy weekend, a girl running, a girl jumping, a girl laughing, but in none of the images there was anything distinguishable, as if a mist clouded them.
Suddenly, a huge flash of iridescent light illuminated the night, coming from the Botanical Garden, upon it’s flicker, the bubbles disappeared from Jun’s view, and all he could get from them was a sideways glance of the bubbles going towards the garden. Perhaps, they were right and the mystery really there? There was only one way to know.
The Playground
Kat would find that negotiation with the giant bubble of silliness before her was all but impossible, since just after hugging her, it set out to run around the playground, trashing everything in his path, with a happy smile stamped in its face. The only thing that stood as the sand ball run like a four-years-old on a sugar high were the swing, which it avoided by some reason. When there was nothing more to “play” with in its view the sand blob turned once again to Kat, running and jumping just a few meters away from her as if it wanted to dive bomb the Chaser.
However, just as it was about to crush (if she hadn’t done anything like to get out of the way/protect herself before) Kat in its happy glee, a powerful light flashed from the Botanical Garden and as the sobbing near the swings stopped, the sand monster crumbled, splashing a wave of sand everywhere. Kat’s shield would protect of any harm, but not without some sand getting in… inconvenient places. Anyway, despite the bizarre occurrence from a moment ago, the playground seemed safe now. Perhaps they were right about the garden?
Kat’s choices now were to try and get to one of the other on their respective zones, or try to approach the garden either as a team or alone. What would she do?
The Shell
Kazuki would find as he picked the toy, that no, it didn’t turn into a worm the size of a bus and ate his head with extreme prejudice. What happened was actually that the song stopped altogether and a strong light flashed somewhere in the park, probably from the Botanical Garden. Perhaps, because he took the furthest place, he didn’t have much time to react before the event, even so the plush bunny wrestled itself out of Kazuki’s grip and flew toward the Garden.
With the theater dead as well, Kazuki was presented with the same choice as the others. His fate laid on his hands.
• • •
The Garden
Harumi
BGM
To the Chaser's woe, the flash in the Botanical Garden actually meant that a certain apprentice of the World's Strongest Mage had just finished her grandest scheme ever. If today wasn't the day when Harumi would catch an alien, then... she would just have to try harder next time. One-upping her own ploys was one of Harumi's hobbies, after all.
Either way, the reports in the park attracted Harumi like honey would attract bees and she had been camping here for the past couple days. The first one to step on the garden would be greeted by Harumi's fail safe Alien Catcher v 2.35 (aka, magical rope trap), and swept of their feet, before the esper jumped from her hiding spot on some nearby bushes.
"Hah! Got you, I knew it was an alien this ti... me?" Harumi trailed off as she noticed t was just another group of Chasers, "Oh, come on guys, can't you see I'm trying to make a trap here? Stop wasting my time, gah!" She said while pacing back and forth in thought, not even caring to free whoever fell for her trap, after all now that it had been activated it was nothing but a normal length of rope, the could very well cut themselves off of it. Of course, it would mean a tree meters head first fall on the ground, but hey! If they are Chasers they can survive at least this one, not?
Anyway, a moment later, the true cause of the occurrences at the park would reveal itself as the bunny the sand and the bubbles combined together before everyone’s eyes, forming a giant bunny of doom, with an armor of sand and bursting bubbles from the mouth, such a seriously bizarre vision caused even Harumi to frown, though it was in annoyance, ”Are you serious? All this time and it was just a boring ghost? Ah… whatever, Reiko sent me here, if I don’t get this done before going back, I don’t know what she’ll do.” Harumi said, drawing a handful of ofuda from her vest and getting ready to the fight.
But not without one last quip, ”Hey, guys”, she said to Jun, Kazuki and Kat, ”You don’t happen to have a Holy Hand Grenade on you by any means, right?” Anticipating that they might not get the joke (‘cause seriously, who ever did?), Harumi finished with, ”No? Then I guess we’ll have to do it the hard way, get ready, here it comes!” And, after dodging a jet of bubbles, Harumi dived into the fray, with magic and martial arts.
Now, it was all on the Chasers and hers hands.
The Freeway
Haruka
”Sorry, Rui-kun, it’s the Law of the Jungle, the wolf is a hunter and I sure am hungry, right Kiara?” Haruka said after intentionally pairing with Rui-Ling, despite both their motorcycles being about the same power, Haruka’s was much lighter, meaning that she could pass him easily if she wanted, though she didn’t had the ages long experience that the decrepit immortal had to use at her advantage so they were more or less ion the same level on the race.
”By the way, Kiara, wasn’t you who said you wanted some emotion tonight? You know, danger is the best spice for love~” As Haruka replied to her girlfriend’s question, she managed to get into a tight spot between two speeding trucks (one of them being an empty car carrier), and summoned her sword before slashing at the trailer controls, thereby lowering its ramp. One break and another acceleration later and Haruka was yelling at Kiara to hold herself (not that it was needed, since Kiara could simply use her powers to avoid the hardest bumps). ”Well then, Rui-kun, see ya later!” Haruka yelled, before revving a last time and using the truck’s ramp to jump to the top of a container carried by another truck.
Well then, if it wasn’t insane? Haruka used the advantage of her custom built “roof hopping” motorcycle to turn the race into a 3D contest, now that she had the option of jumping from truck to truck. Indeed she was mad, but that’s just how Haruka lives, Kiara should know it better than anyone else.
• • •
Meanwhile, Suzumebachi was putting more and more distance between them with his hyper-fast ride. Maybe this time was his chance for a grand victory? Who knows? | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,579 | 1,396 | 57 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki]
Jun was about to pull the trigger once the lights approached him. Thankfully, his finger was light on it and the hammer didn't actually hit the ice bullet inside the chamber at the time.
Jun dropped his arms to the sides and started watching both of the light spheres dancing around him. They did not seem to mean him any harm, so Jun decided to just watch them. Perhaps there was something about them and their dances that would make some kind of sense.
There were also the images playing back inside them. Though they made him extremely curious, Jun decided to refrain from touching them. If they went feral in a moment's notice and he could not protect himself because he was just curious, well, it would definitely be bad for him.
Perhaps going back to his house afterwards and checking over dances and other youkai will give him some insight on what they are actually trying to tell him. Of course, they wouldn't let the cryomancer feel smart again.
There was a sudden flash of light, coming from the garden. Jun instictively covered his eyes.
"Ah, wait!" Jun shouted once the bubbles left for the botanical garden.
It was both bad and yet it also served to inflate his ego. After all, he was right. The botanical garden seemed to be the source of everything that was happening here.
"Jot one down for the world's greatest ice gunslinger, Jun Kaiki, the Cryoslinger!" He proclaimed.
Luckily, there was no one to hear him and his boisterous claims. With a blush in his face, the man decided to leave for the botanical garden.
Once in front of it, he prepped his own ice grenade. Hopefully, the others were done too, and he needed to have them near. He also hadn't heard the explosion of any of theirs, so he assumed they were mostly okay.
As Kat had guessed, the ice grenade could do a bit more to a human body, or a youkai, should it be thrown at them. The explosion of ice would not only come as a shock and make them stagger, but it would also flash freeze the part of their body they hit them in. Both legs, An arm and half of their torso. The whole torso or their head.
The ice would last long, but it would certainly serve as a tactical advantage if push came to shove.
One of the reasons why Jun decided to throw the thing to the sky, which then exploded and produced a sound that would echo all across the park.
If they were going to come anyway, then Jun could very well wait for them inside. He decided to prep some traps.
He froze over the floor rightly in front of the garden, and then put up a floor with ice spikes, and an irregular step, so that any youkai would slip by the frozen floor, trip over the step and then impale, or at least hurt, themselves in the spikes.
It was visible enough from the outside, easily avoidable, but coming out in a rush from inside would probably end up in a probably fatal wound.
So, the cryomancer stepped inside... and did not expect himself to be the one trapped.
The rope was such a cliche trap, and yet one he did not anticipate.
When the girl approached him, a vein popped in his forehead. His glasses were also about to fall.
"You imbecile! Who did you expect, Santa Claus?! If you were hoping to catch an alien, they wouldn't be remotely as idiotic as to fall for this kind of stupid trap!"
Then again, he fell for it.
"B-But it doesn't have anything to do at all with my current situation! Argh, just let me down already!" Still, the girl seemed to mostly ignore him.
So Jun created a pillar of ice below him and then trained his gun on the rope and froze it over. Another shot and the ice was shattered.
Jun landed on the ice and let out a sigh. He hurried to untie his feet and made the pillar gradually smaller until he was able to jump off of it with no damage done to either his pride nor his body.
He dusted himself off and was about to continue telling off Harumi, but the sudden appearance of the youkai before them made him ready both of his guns and prep more bullets. He dodged the first attack as easily as Harumi.
Then there was the joke about a holy grenade... Probably from Monty Python. He just hoped he was right.
Just for the sake of playing along, Jun readied another ice grenade, styled after said holy grenade, pulled out an ice pin and then shouted, "One, two, five!"
He would follow up with the three if someone followed up with the joke and then throw it at the bunny that had appeared before them.
It would probably freeze over a good part of it. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
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51,580 | 1,396 | 58 | 1,950 | 906 | As Kazuki picked up the bunny the music stopped in the shell. He began to look around, as if to find someone who turned the music off as he touched the rabbit. He saw a bright light coming from another part of the park, but it did come from the general diraction of the garden. As he looked away the little plush toy managed to sqirm free from him and took off towards the light. He immediately began to chase after, but it was very quick and began to outrun him. He soon heard a loud boom coming from the same direction. He assumed it was the grenade, but he wasn't sure which one set it off. He continued to run to the botanical garden, but he still arrived a bit after the others.
He arrived just in time to see Jun getting down from his ice pillar. He noticed the rope hanging above him and wondered if that had something to do with why he was in the air. He walked around the strange ice on the ground wondering why Jun chose to freeze the ground so randomly. He ended up walking right into a burst of bubbles around him. He wasn't sure if he should be afraid or not, but it was coming from a giant bunny, so that took a little of the fear away. He figured it was a youkai though, so he plated himself in glass armor. He also noticed the shape of Jun's grenade and his goofy counting. "Three sir!" He quickly shouted. | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,581 | 1,396 | 59 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine-
Kat could only watch with confusion as the...thing, whatever it was rampaged around the playground. Well, she was glad it wasn't bothering her any more, but this only furthered her questions. Just what was it? She had seen quite a few youkai in her days with the Chasers, but this was something out of her expertise here.
And that seriously annoyed her.
She focused a spherical shaped shield in her hand, intending to trap the pile a sand in it. She needed it to stop moving if she was gonna do anything seriously damaging too it, or at least it'd make it easier since she was fairly certain bullets would be useless against it. Though, she could always throw the ice-grenade to attempt to freeze it. Before she could, though, it targeted her again, intending to flatten her like it had almost everything else in the playground.
With a motion of her hand, a field appeared in front of her. With enough focus she was certain the creature would simply bounce off of the thing, but before it hit, there was a bright flash of light coming from the garden. The creature dispersed, sending another wave of sand everywhere. Her personal shield prevented any major damage, but...
"Just...what the fuck?" Was all she could say as the sand settled. She rubbed the back of her head, trying to think of some explanation for this and failing. Gah! As much as she liked working for the chasers, sometimes she just couldn't help but to just be completely...annoyed at some of the creatures the Crimson Sky produced. Like really! Well, she supposed she shouldn't complain as long as she could kill them.
Well, she supposed she should see what the others were doing. A sound of an explosion from the Botanical garden and a quick look over in that direction was all she needed to know that Jun or Kazuki had beat her there, so she set off for the garden. Thankfully for Jun, she arrived after his embarrassing little incident was over with. She'd have probably been laughing to hard that he got caught in such a simple trap to do anything if she had.
She arrived just about the same time the Youkai made itself known. Now this, was something she could get behind. Instead of dealing with some brat of a teenager or trying to settle peace with some freaky turtle things, this was something she could do. A straight up brawl with something.
Pity she didn't have her shotgun, but ah well. That would just make this much more fun. She definitely understood the monty python reference they were going on about, and decided to steal Jun's thunder just a bit.
She dodged the bubbles, though her shield could have probably absorbed most damage from them, and before Jun could even think about saying three she threw the grenade Jun had given her earlier.
"THREE!" She shouted, entering the fray herself, a bright grin on her face as she lobbed the ice grenade at the beast. "Too slow, brat!" She shouted back to Jun. As soon as the grenade exploded, she'd run right up to the beast, intending to give it a proper beat down with her gun in her right hand and ready to create a defensive or offensive force-field at a moments notice. Reckless? Maybe just a bit, but she wasn't called 'Havoc' for nothing.
She'd ask who their new little helper was later. For now, it seemed they had the same goal so she wasn't gonna ask any questions. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,582 | 1,396 | 60 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Aria~
Aria sighed in clear annoyance at the irritating quirks and actions of her faithful familiar. Thankfully Alice had enough sense to put the demon in her place when it came to it. As expected. Finally finishing up her paperwork for the moment, Aria moved out of her office while snapping her fingers. At once a spare box of doughnuts was floating beside her hand, having been plucked from the top most levels of the highest shelf.
“I apologize for the insubordinance of my insubordinate. Her unruliness is something that has unfortunately become unique to her,” Aria said with a glare at Ellie before settling in the seat opposite of Alice while placing the box of doughnuts down. “Please help yourself. There’s plenty to go around and I can always have Ellie make reserves.”
Then the Head Magister noticed the red card on the table and frowned. The Queen of Hearts was once again trying to challenge Alice, though it was doubtful the young Chaser would realize the full meaning and implication behind such unspoken threats. Shaking her head at it all, Aria snapped her finger, expecting Ellie to prepare the both of them cups of tea.
“I do hope Ellie has explained the situation to you. Even if she didn’t, I’m sure someone of your caliber can estimate the current status our establishment, along with the fact that the Cataloger is approaching Sonomachi in a few days.”
~Kiara Bastion~
“Yes, I did say emotion. I said emotion, not adrenaline,” Kiara pointed out, keeping from rolling her eyes as the wind blew her hair back violently. Honestly it sort of made sense; Haruka’s devil may care attitude seemed to fit her persona as a pop singer on the stage. Still, it didn’t make traveling with the bespectacled girl any less of a hazard now did it?
The ramp jumping didn’t even surprise her at this point, Kiara clenching tighter to the back of Haruka’s shirt. Truly, she could have used Syntheses to allow herself some leeway, but then it would be pointless without some sort of danger. After all, she had chosen Haruka for a reason. Who said she ever entered this relationship expecting things on the safe side?
“Shouldn’t you be more focused on beating Suzumebachi than showing off? Unless you secretly have a thing for Rui-Ling? Not that I’m judging, since I can always just make you forget about your little secret crush behind my back,” Kiara teased.
, , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,583 | 1,396 | 61 | 515 | 4,608 | Sonomachi City - Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
Alex turned the corner and paused outside the familiar café. He eyed the garnish decorations and took a moment to reflect on how crappy the place looked. "I'm back, for what its worth." He muttered to no one in particular. He lit a cigarette and took a moment to angrily puff it, as he was reminded of job he took last time he was here, that ended in disaster. His cigarette was about halfway burned before he decided that he wasn't going to accomplish anything out there. He reached for the door handle and yanked it off the hinges.
Oops.
A vein pop apeared on Alex's head and he swore in a low, steady stream. "Shitty, damn, flimsy door." He plopped the now dysfunctional door against the nearest wall, then stomped to and sat in an empty seat at the bar.
The place was a bit empty, compared to the last time he was here, before that crapshoot of a job, most of the others must been out on jobs of their own. There was the childish head magister, the bipolar lolita, the punk-in-a-mask, and one more that he recognized, but couldn't put a name to. "Sorry about the door. He muttered around the cigarette, that was still in his mouth, as he sat down. "I'll have the usual, coffee black, and strong." He propped his elbows on the table and sat in a brooding silence. | Name:
Alexander Blackstone Rozheim
"Stupid epithet. They just stuck me with it."
Title: Loose Cannon
"Put, 'overwhelmingly'."
Gender: Male
"..."
Age: 24
"I think there is something that does not make sense here, and that is me, talking to you."
Height: 188 cm (6'2")
Weight: 71 kg (156 lb)
"Are you blind or somethin'?"
Appearance: Usually can be found wearing a suit, a pair of black gloves, dark sunglasses, and a cigarette in his mouth. *
"Nobody is perfect."
Personality:
Alex has a complicated, conflicted personality. He has a quick and fearsome temper and a tendency to take out his wrath on whatever is around him, buildings or people. Sometimes, the smallest things can set him off. However, he recognizes his flaw, and he tries to not hurt those around him. (Buildings and objects, though, are fair game.) When he isn't in a fury, he is a surprisingly mellow, and laidback person. He is highly intelligent, although most mark him as an hot-headed idiot. He don't think before he acts, but neither does he act before he thinks, instead he thinks as he acts. He isn't precisely fearless, he just has learned to ignore it. Some call that courage, others call that stupid.
"And here is the part you skim, and come back to later when you need to know something."
Short Bio:
Alex was born to a mostly normal family, his father was a wealthy business man for America, his mother, Japanese. For the first part of his life, he seemed normal. But, when he was eight, some bullies were picking on his little brother. He got angry, and he ended up beating them so bad, they had to be sent to a hospital with several fractured bones. That was the first time his strength manifested. The rest of his life was shaped by it.
Growing up, his stubbornness, quick temper and dangerous strength isolated him from other children, and made him a target for bullies and punks. It didn't help that he wasn't completly Japanese. His parents were good people, but their jobs kept them away from home. Alex went to several different schools, and got kicked out of most of them, usually for getting into fights, and wreaking school property. He somehow eventualy got through high school, but he never went to collage. He made a living doing odd jobs, from bodyguard to babysitter. He had difficulty holding a job for the same reasons he changed schools so often, his quick temper and incredible strength. He slowly sank into a depression, and dispair. He picked fights with random people, and he got arrested more than once. Through this, he made a single friend who stood by him, time and time again. This friend was the polar opposite of Alex. He was a kind person, very studious, and a pacifist. He stayed out of trouble, and helped Alex out when he got into it.
The unlikly duo seemed inseparable, the Brain and the Brawn, they were called. But something came between them, something big. They had a heated argument about it, and Alex got angry. He didn't mean to, but his body just moved, and he punched his only friend. It was the first time he ever did. He was shocked, and he tried to apoligize. His freind said it was allright, but his expression was unreadable. Without another word, he got up and left. That was the last time they spoke. The next day, Alex found out that his friend had moved to another country. That was six years ago, he was eighteen.
How he got involved with the Chasers was another, simpler manner. Sometime after that, he was walking down the street under a full moon. He took a wrong turn, and ended up face-to-face with a living nightmare, under a bloody sky, hunched over the body of a girl. Its uglyness mad him angry, and he proceded to beat it to a messy pulp, in that process, some of his power awakened. Somehow, during the fight, he had ended up back in the real world. He looked for the girl, but he couldn't get back to that world. He gave up, and tried to go back to normal life, but the memory stayed with him. Eventualy, the Chaser organization tracked him down and explained about Youkai and the Crimson Sky. At first, he was skeptical, but there was no denying what he had seen. Reluctantly, he accepted their offer to join them, only because he needed the cash. Soon after, he found he could control his anger better, and he began to hold a stable day job...for a few weeks anyways. His outbursts were less and more controllable.
"I don't believe in holding back!"
Powers:
Superhuman Qualities: These are natural abilities he was born with. (Although, he views it as a curse) Normally, the brain restricts one's power, shutting down muscles in response to pain in order to prevent serious injury; he doesn't have this limitation, and is capable of using his full strength. His condition also translates to superhuman speed, reflexes and a resistance to pain. Although, the flip side is that using it, can tear his body apart. His body is always like that, its not something he can turn on and off, so he always has to be careful.
Indomitable Will: This is his Chaser power, it can be described as his will made manifest.
Using this creates force similar to an invisible armor around himself. It can be used to augment the his own physical attacks, projected ahead himself as pure force, or imbued into weapons to increase their effectiveness. Any attack enhanced by his power would hit immensely harder than it would normally without it. A heavy concentration (or coating) his power can be used to harden parts of his body, turning the area black, thus making his body denser and more formidable, and giving their attacks greater power, this also can be used on anything he is touching. It also can allow him to touch the incorpral, although imperfectly.
With this power, he can use his full strength without injuring himself. But every power has it's price. He only has so much of this, and once it is used up, there is backlash, like temporary paralysis and weakness. Then it takes some time until he can use it again.
Weapons: His fists and anything he can get his hands on.
Equipment: see above ^
Other:
- He is constantly late to almost everything.
- Frequently smashes stuff.
- Has a standing grudge against doors.
- Likes cats.
Theme: |
51,584 | 1,396 | 62 | 832 | 3,726 | Isotta Nascimbeni
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic Church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and life everlasting. Amen.
The black haired woman finished muttering to herself, kissed her rosary, and proceeded down the street in Sonomachi City at a calm walk. It was hardly the first time that the robed woman had been in this place, and she was reaching the point of familiarity where she knew how to get around like the back of her hand. Of course her memory did help with that, the training that had been provided to her assisting in memorization and the like.
Still, this was a different place than where she had been before. Japan was a far cry from the streets of Europe, with their different dialects, their different cultures, and everything that made them unique. Nonetheless this place was special and she had grown into it, in order to combat and contain the Crimson Sky that hung here, much like it hung in Prague. That was her job, to serve as a liaison from the Church to the local Hunters Association, to contain the Youkai and make sure that none of the Chasers went rogue. It was not the easiest or most rewarding job, but it was one that she did without reservations.
Turning a corner, she crossed the street as she walked on in her own direction. At the moment she had nothing to do, nothing requiring her attention. It wasn't as if the church she had taken up residence at saw many visitors, given the religious makeup of the country. That was why it served as a nice cover, though it did not serve to keep her busy all the time.
At last she made up her mind, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a familiar number. It was time for her usual check in, which only happened a couple days in order to confirm that everything was happening on schedule, and with no imminent problems. She walked on, heels clicking against the sidewalk, as she waited for Aria, or someone who worked there, to pick up. | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title: Blade of the Dawn
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 146 lb.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Isotta tends to use the swords that she creates as her weapons. They are short swords, light, yet tough due to their blessing. They can be thrown or simply used as a melee weapon ,and she is very skilled in their usage.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
-A Pocket Bible
Other: Anything not covered above. |
51,585 | 1,396 | 63 | 1,105 | 2,351 | Lucille Renfield
With the Setsuna Temple situation handled, Lucille tracked down her missing shoes and made her way back to her car. The Raijuu boys didn't vandalize it while she was gone, thankfully, as they too seemed to be intent on getting away from the temple. Cernia going into her berserk state probably scared them out of their wits. A year ago I would've been scared too, Lucille thought as she entered the driver's seat of her car and shut the door. Back when I was a human... Ever since that changed I haven't really been afraid like I was before. I don't fear the things humans fear anymore... She gripped the steering wheel tightly, crushing it easily in her brief lapse of awareness. Lucille recoiled slightly once she realized what she was doing, releasing the wheel immediately to inspect the damage. The imprints of her hands were pretty easy to see, but nothing a steering wheel cover wouldn't cover. Or just replacing the entire thing would work.
I don't want to ask her that question, I'm worried about the answer I'll get. With a defeated sigh, she turned the car on and left the parking lot. Her thoughts weren't clouded with the events with Cernia at the Temple but instead with questions about her role in the Chasers. Lucille wasn't a denizen of the Crimson Sky; she wasn't a Youkai. But at the same time she wasn't human either. What was she? Where did she fit in? Humans recognize her as a monster but most Youkai think she is nothing more than a human spirit in the body of a Youkai, incapable of understanding them. Lucille shook these thoughts from her head as she arrived back at the Dangeki. Rather than go right in she waited in the car briefly, suppressing her thoughts to cut down on the urge to ask Aria about her status. Something inside her made her feel that she wouldn't like the answer and would be better off not knowing.
With her emotions in check she stepped out of the car, carrying her purse with her as she approached the cafe. Notably the door was... gone. The vampire woman peered in carefully, finding the door was propped against the inside wall near the doorway. Other than that the place seemed about as normal as always, "normal" being a relative term. "Oh, Aria!~" Lucille called as she stepped in, quickly locking onto the older vampire. "I convinced the kids to go home and stop terrorizing the temple. There was no need for violence at all. Just a bit of motherly intuition." Ending it with a wink she had properly reported her mission as complete. Rather quickly too. Lucille was the first one back, even. But there were different Chasers who hadn't taken a job that were here.
There was Alice, a Japanese girl that was rather obsessed with England. Having lived in England for a few decades herself, Lucille didn't find it particularly amazing but at least it was a refreshing change to see someone with an obsession that wasn't with cartoons or video games or whatever other strange things Japan had. It was still weird to Lucille, but somehow less weird. Then there was Ryou, who was quite the arrogant upstart. His antics were amusing to Lucille and he never seemed to intentionally disrespect anyone in his self-centered monologues. He would definitely grow out of that eventually. Alexander was a strange case, a human who was exceptionally strong. He wasn't at someone like Lucille or Aria's level, but that's because he's only human. If Lucille were to make him a vampire who knows how scary strong he might become. Not like Lucille would give him that power with his brutish attitude. And then there was Isotta, someone who worried Lucille. As a vampire she felt wary around the girl. Her holy attributes were like warning lights. She could even feel the presence of holy water whenever she was around Isotta, which was something that could definitely hurt a vampire. Not like the girl would attack her, but it always paid off to pay attention to something or someone that could put you in a bind.
With the new rotation of Chasers in the cafe, Lucille sat back down at the bar and once again set her purse on the counter. She was about to order a drink before realizing that she was feeling a bit thirsty. Not the "wine" kind of thirsty. The survival kind of thirsty, the "blood" kind of thirsty. Oh yeah, it's been a few days since the last one, Lucille realized, bringing a hand to her chin. I should go out before I go home and take care of that... But where should I go to get blood this time? She began letting out an audible hum as she thought to herself. "Hmm..." To others it would appear she was simply caught up thinking about what she would order to drink, but the truth was much more grim than that. | Name:
Lucille Renfield
Title:
The Countess
Gender:
Female
Age:
56
Height:
5' 6" / 1.67m
Weight:
143 lbs / 64.86kg
Appearance:
Lucille often dresses in black or grey garments, as depicted above. She keeps her gun and extra magazines hidden in her overcoat and out of sight. She often wears high heels, which combined with her respectable height usually allows her to look down at most people. For the rare times that she is seen during daylight hours she wears sunglasses and carries a dark grey umbrella to shield herself from the sun. Her scarf is also on her person almost all the time, but especially during the day. Her skin is somewhat pale but remarkably smooth and young despite her age. There are no scars or blemishes on her body, not even under her clothes, though she does have a case of heterochromia (one iris purple, one iris pink). Her silver hair is mostly cropped to shoulder-length but some extends even beyond her waist. She appears as if she is in her twenties though that is far from the truth.
Personality:
A woman of class and dignity. Lucille was always very educated and time has only made her grow wiser. Her calm maturity comes as a surprise, as her behavior is akin to a woman in her fifties when she only looks to be in her twenties. To that same effect she can take a mothering nature to teenagers and young adults, considering she has experience raising children. She will baby fellow Chasers that are much younger than her, despite looking to be of a similar age, and she'll do it whether they like it or not.
While she is caring of others, particularly others younger than her, she still has the capability of turning cold at a moment's notice. Serious matters require serious efforts and Lucille is no fool. She can read a situation quite accurately and act accordingly without skipping a beat, much in the same way she can understand other people and treat them accordingly. Her empathy and respectful nature makes many consider her to be a mother-like figure or perhaps a matriarch among the Chasers. She isn't particularly known for getting angry, but nobody wants to see her when she is. Any outbursts of rage are quite dangerous considering her abilities but thankfully it isn't easy to push her to that point. Lucille only gets angry when other Chasers get hurt, and she only becomes enraged in similar but more extreme circumstances.
Short Bio:
Born as Lucille Ptackova in the Czech Republic, she married into the wealthy Renfield family with her university sweetheart Milo Renfield at the age of 27. The Renfield family had been the owners of a famous textile company for generations, with Milo's father being the CEO of the HatCo. corporation at the time. Though her life was rich and leisurely it was relatively unremarkable. Lucille and Milo had two children, both boys named Steven and Harold, who were groomed to become the next owners of their family's corporation. Milo, however, tragically passed away from a terminal illness at the young age of 45, leaving Lucille a widowed mother.
The Renfield family was eventually able to cope with the loss. Her two boys grew up smart and capable, and are studying at Oxford University in the present day. This left a middle-aged Lucille all to her own devices. With no husband, no kids at home, and no real job, she had a lot of free time. She took up travel as a hobby, visiting many places across the world. The Crimson Sky wasn't on her itinerary, but lo and behold she wound up taking a wrong turn somewhere and her life has never been the same since. The aging woman was attacked by a humanoid creature in the middle of the night, being easily over-powered and forced to the ground for it to suck her blood from her neck. Lucille refused to go out without a fight though, drawing her concealed handgun and firing the entire magazine into the Youkai's head. This splattered its blood across her face but got her free, which she took the opportunity to run as hard and as far as possible.
It wasn't until the next day, in her hotel room, did Lucille see changes in her body. Her wrinkles and blemishes were all gone and she looked twenty years younger. She also learned quickly that sunlight was intolerable, to say the least. She had been thrown into the world of the Crimson Sky and had to change her lifestyle to fit her new needs. She became largely nocturnal and reclusive. She only communicated with her children and family by phone and never attended any business meetings except through video conferences. Most importantly Lucille began researching the Crimson Sky and vampires, which eventually got her noticed by the Chasers. As a woman of status and wealth the Chasers had a tough time tracking her down, but now she has become fully integrated into their ranks. Being a Chaser has broken her mid-life crisis of monotony, giving her something to do with her new powers and free time. And considering they mostly worked at night it was icing on the cake. She dreads the day she will have to tell the truth to her sons, but the mystery, intrigue, and action of being a Chaser is a great way to keep the thought off her mind.
Powers:
Vampirism
Vampires have many abilities and traits, so for ease of understanding they will be laid out in two categories of "strengths" and "weaknesses". Some physical attributes include having enlarged canines, pale skin, youthful appearances, and low-fat athletic body frames.
Strengths - Lucille has strength, speed, and reflexes far beyond that of normal human beings. She can't quite dodge bullets but she can outrun most motor vehicles in a sprint. Speaking of motor vehicles it is actually quite easy for her to pick up a sedan and throw it though heavy vehicles such as buses and semis might be a little too much for her. Her endurance is also frighteningly good, allowing her to survive typically lethal attacks such as decapitation. She has a natural regenerative ability to heal most wounds within a few minutes, but regrowing mutilated parts isn't within her ability. She would have to reattach missing limbs and heal them back into place. To the same effect she has eternal youth, granting her a youthful appearance for the entire duration of her almost immortal life. Her senses are honed far beyond normal humans as well, allowing her to have flawless vision in the dark and a hound-like sense of smell and sound. She doesn't need to eat or drink to nourish herself, only drink blood. Though she can still enjoy the taste of most foods as she chooses. Lucille can create minions by biting a creature without completely draining them of their blood. They become subservient to her and lose all capability to resist her influence. Conversely she can create other vampires by letting other creatures drink her own blood, though they do not become natural servants to her.
Weaknesses - Even the most infamous of vampires have their weaknesses. The biggest weakness by far is the sun. Contact with direct sunlight will burn Lucille, even if it was only for an instant. It would only take a few seconds of direct exposure to burn her to a crisp. UV lights also burn her but to a lesser degree, taking over a minute of exposure to destroy her. While mutilation isn't fatal by itself, Lucille cannot control missing body parts. Though she has a natural resistance to poisons she is not completely immune, making poison a good way to temporarily disable her though there is no toxin potent enough to knock her out for much longer than a minute. Silver and Holy Water are natural weaknesses as well, causing burning sensations where applied. A silver sword can deal good damage against her, reducing or temporarily disabling her regeneration factor. Ultimately she only has three fatal weaknesses: sunlight, malnourishment, and silver striking her heart. She can feel pain to a certain degree, but anything short of those three conditions will fail to kill her. She needs blood to survive but can go up to a week without drinking blood. Any blood will do (except her own), but human blood is the most nourishing. If she takes longer than eight days to nourish herself than she will most likely die of starvation.
Magic
Lucille has a natural affinity for magic and has been trained over the past couple years by a fellow vampire named Aria. She is not well practiced and could stand to improve in this regard, but she can perform feats of magic to a certain degree.
Telekinesis - A limited form of telekinesis. Though not strong enough to move other creatures around it can be used for things like cups, plates, or chairs. Lucille primarily uses this to manipulate her weapons and to bring back mutilated or destroyed body parts.
Levitation - Lucille can use magic to levitate in place. This is similar to her natural telekinesis, but it only applies to herself. She isn't strong enough to magically lift another person.
Telepathy - Lucille can read the minds of others to a limited degree. It only allows her to hear what they are thinking in the moment, but she can also place her own thoughts into their head. This can be used as a way to silently communicate, as well as becoming an effective translator for non-human creatures. It is because of this magic that Lucille can communicate with dogs, cats, bats, etc.
Weapons:
Colt M1911 Pistol - Because .45 ACP is better than 9mm Parabellum. Hollow-point rounds are used for maximum organic damage. Lucille's gun is always her first method of attack.
Equipment:
Sunglasses - zztopcheapsunglasses.mp4
Umbrella - Designed to protect from rain, used to protect from sun.
Designer Purse - An expensive handbag, popular among wealthy women, used for storing money, keys, and other miscellaneous tools or trinkets. Lucille's contains money, keys, an address book, a wallet, her phone, and hand sanitizer.
Other:
Theme Song
Fight Song |
51,586 | 1,396 | 64 | 1,278 | 8,081 | The Crimson Sky
"Wha-!?" The trio of Youkai attacking Vincent got surprised by the sudden crash of the coffin like container, despite the one still over the building only sparing a remark of, "A black coffin? Fit for an Executioner... I wonder if you have one that can fit you inside, for when I'm done here."
Nevertheless, as the Executioner began his merciless barrage, one of the three Youkai was hit with two shots on the torso and one last on the head, while one of the three had a hole blown into their stomach (from which crimson flames seeped, like fresh blood would from a man) and the last one avoided all shots, positioning himself at a nearby balcony. However when it looked like the headshot Youkai was disposed of, his body combusted on its own, before a huge explosion of fire and metal shrapnel would threaten to throw Vincent off his feet if he didn't do anything.
Despite the outcome, the one that still remained at the alley dashed at Vincent, using the chains to throw one of his swords like a harpoon at a nearby wall and riding the momentum to swing his body until he was face to face with the Executioner, extending his free hand with an open palm and saying, "Ehehehe... the day you chose your path, your destine was sealed. Now, taste bitter defeat and die... HUMAN!" A moment later a torrent of flames and shrapnel would wash over Vincent, unless he had another trick up his sleeve, the Executioner would probably be roasted and crispy by now.
Amagumi Park
Harumi
The battle would go way more smoother than it was to be expected, after all it was four versus one and the ghost possessing the items wasn't even particularly string, to begin with.
Harumi dodged out of the way when they threw the grenade, but couldn't help but laugh when she noticed that they had actually followed the whole number till the end. She said, "You guys are priceless, to actually do something like this. Well, I think this battle is dragging on for too long, if you think you can off him, I'll keep the ghost busy. Ok?" Without waiting for further confirmation, Harumi set her plan into motion, she was the best equipped to deal with ghosts out of all of them, so she knew exactly what to do.
Dashing between the bunny's legs while avoiding a sand punch and a jet of bubbles (which, by the way, hurt as bad as being whipped with a wet towel), Harumi threw five ofuda (one of each elemental alignment) around the ghost's feet, creating a five point magic circle and yelling her impromptu exorcism spell, "Evil begone!" As she said so, using Kaguya as a focus, the circle flared to life and what looked like translucent blue magical chains came out of it and restrained the ghost.
"It's now or never, guys!" Harumi yelled once she had the ghost under her control. For how long, who knows? It was the Chasers' duty to make sure it was enough.
The Seaside Freeway
Haruka
"Me what!?" Haruka halted all of a sudden just as she was about to jump yet another truck when Kiara mentioned her being interested in Rui-Ling, "Me and Cow Lick? Come on Kiara, you know you are the only one, immortal or not, that I would ever love. If you want me to remember you, we can do so after we get back home, for now..." Haruka moved back to the end of the cargo container and revved up, ready to do another leap, but this time her target was different.
"I'll show you I'm not just looks!" Screeching tires rang in the night as Haruka dashed out again, but this time she jumped on one of the footbridges (making it by a hair's breadth) above the freeway and as they crossed one of the arcs... a bath of blood red light washed over Kiara and Haruka. They crossed into the Crimson sky and the track bellow them was completely desert, just as Haruka predicted.
"See? Now we have the road just for us, while they have to avoid the trucks. My baby might be heavy, but with an open track and the time dilatation between the Crimson Sky and the Human World, we should have time to make it and still win the race." Haruka explained her plan and jested with Kiara as they ran, or better, jumped back to ther track bellow and blazed forth toward the finishing line.
After all, no one said they had to cross it on the Human World, have they?
Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
For the ones at the Dangeki, the night was far from over. In fact, the main event had yet to begin as what came next would prove...
"No! Stay away! I don't wanna die!" A voice, a girl's voice, screamed on the night sounding all too clear next to the Chaser's hub. The cold bite of the bloodcurdling scream, of one pleading for her life shook even Ellie out of her ravings about Alice and Aria and the demoness wasted no time in getting the whole group of present Chasers ready.
"Chasers, an emergency has hit us, scramble immediately! We cannot let whatever is happening to continue!" However, Ellie also was perceptive enough to notice Lucille's 'situation', being not only a vampire, but also a succubus herself, it was actually quite easy for Ellie to spot another being like her suffering from deprivation of their main diet. "Miss Lucille, you might like a... refreshment first, right? Take this, I'm sure it'll be to your liking." Ellie said as she brought a cup filled with a crimson liquid smelling of iron and herbs (nothing more than Dangeki's special blood tea).
"I have more if you feel you need it, but for now I think it's best to check what was that scream, I felt a strong presence coming from the Stock Exchange avenue just a few blocks from here. I'm sure it's not a normal situation. Oh yeah, Mister Alex, that's one more door to your tab, expect it to be discounted from the payment from your next job." Expecting Aria to handle the rest, Ellie went to the mission board and tacked a 'Emergency Mission' badge over the Stock Avenue on the map, the little she knew was that the situation there was really far from the usual...
Downtown, Stock Avenue
Orihime Tokisada, the Puppeteer
"No! Stay away! I don't wanna die!" A girl with mismatched eyes and a long black hair, wearing a Waloli styled black dress, stumbled through the back streets on the Stock Avenue as she tried to ran away from some unknown force.
Eventually, her legs agave in and she rolled on the ground, looking in panic as the sky turned blood read and a horde of pitch-black beings resembling four-eyed wolves in outrageous cornered her. "No, stay away, or I'll be forced to..." Orihime warned, drawing what looked like a doll dressed in fashion similar to hers with shaky hands and throwing it before the wolves were the doll quickly gained human size and assumed a fighting stance, ready to defend her mistress.
"Hahaha!" A voice mocked Orihime's efforts from the shadows, echoing from what seemed to be everywhere at once "Do you believe this will save you from meeting justice, wielder of the cursed power of the Marioneteers? For those who cross the path of the Beastmasters there only one outcome... to become prey." And, with the snap of a finger the slaughter was about to begin.
What was happening there, and... will Orihime survive the brutal disadvantage for long enough for help to arrive? This too, was in the hands of the Chasers to decide. | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,587 | 1,396 | 65 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
"THR-!" He was about to throw the ice grenade, when Katherine arrived and stole his moment.
In any other case, he would've berated Katherine about it, but well, the gag was done and the damage too.
He simply sighed and threw the other ice grenade as a follow up for Katherine's own attack. Afterwards, Harumi went on to chain the Ghost down and leave it completely open to attack it.
"Fine then! Everyone, fire at will!" Being kind of in charge of the operation, Jun decided to ravel in the joys of being the one in charge.
He trained both of his guns on the bear ghost and then unloaded all of its chambers on the ghost. Once his guns were empty, he left both of his gun to his sides.
With that much ice bullets, the ghost's arms and legs should be frozen for at least a bit, not to mention the damage on contact they did. He then put both hands up and formed several ice spears around it.
"Hurry up and disappear from here." The fact that it was made of sand or something..., made it obviously hard to punch, but freezing it over would make it easier to be done with it.
He brought his arms down and the spears came down on the ghost. The ice would then expand all over its body to completely freeze it over and make it an easier target to destroy. The fact that its attacks were water based made it even easier for Jun to use his power.
"Send it over to hell now!" | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
Theme: |
51,588 | 1,396 | 66 | 515 | 4,608 | Sonomachi City - Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café
Alex had just gotten his coffee, and was blowing on it to cool it off, when there was a feminine scream, and the inside of small café burst into motion. Ellie decared an emergancy and rushed around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Scramble? What am I? An egg? Alex thought moodily, he stayed where he was and took anther sip of coffee. After the day he just had, he wasn't going anywhere until it was finished.
"Oh yeah, Mister Alex, that's one more door to your tab, expect it to be discounted from the payment from your next job."
Alex's hand twitched and he just managed to avoid crushing the cup in his grip. "Don't call me Alex." He growled. Angrily, he downed the last of the coffee in a massive swig. Then, he got to his feet, and laid down the payment, plus a little extra, next to the slighly deformed cup. He also snuffed out his cigaette in an ash tray. "Lets go borrow trouble." He said, as he turned and dashed out the doorway.
He could run fast, and he was at the source of the disturbance in a few moments. Still riled up and angery, he immediately grabbed the closest heavy object at hand, and gave a shout of rage as he hurled it at the pack of wolf-like creatures that were surrounding the girl. The object in question, was a freaking dumpster, and it was imbubed with a bit of Alex's power, as he grabbed it, causing it to fly faster, be more durable, and hit with a bigger impact when it landed.
@Whoever XD | Name:
Alexander Blackstone Rozheim
"Stupid epithet. They just stuck me with it."
Title: Loose Cannon
"Put, 'overwhelmingly'."
Gender: Male
"..."
Age: 24
"I think there is something that does not make sense here, and that is me, talking to you."
Height: 188 cm (6'2")
Weight: 71 kg (156 lb)
"Are you blind or somethin'?"
Appearance: Usually can be found wearing a suit, a pair of black gloves, dark sunglasses, and a cigarette in his mouth. *
"Nobody is perfect."
Personality:
Alex has a complicated, conflicted personality. He has a quick and fearsome temper and a tendency to take out his wrath on whatever is around him, buildings or people. Sometimes, the smallest things can set him off. However, he recognizes his flaw, and he tries to not hurt those around him. (Buildings and objects, though, are fair game.) When he isn't in a fury, he is a surprisingly mellow, and laidback person. He is highly intelligent, although most mark him as an hot-headed idiot. He don't think before he acts, but neither does he act before he thinks, instead he thinks as he acts. He isn't precisely fearless, he just has learned to ignore it. Some call that courage, others call that stupid.
"And here is the part you skim, and come back to later when you need to know something."
Short Bio:
Alex was born to a mostly normal family, his father was a wealthy business man for America, his mother, Japanese. For the first part of his life, he seemed normal. But, when he was eight, some bullies were picking on his little brother. He got angry, and he ended up beating them so bad, they had to be sent to a hospital with several fractured bones. That was the first time his strength manifested. The rest of his life was shaped by it.
Growing up, his stubbornness, quick temper and dangerous strength isolated him from other children, and made him a target for bullies and punks. It didn't help that he wasn't completly Japanese. His parents were good people, but their jobs kept them away from home. Alex went to several different schools, and got kicked out of most of them, usually for getting into fights, and wreaking school property. He somehow eventualy got through high school, but he never went to collage. He made a living doing odd jobs, from bodyguard to babysitter. He had difficulty holding a job for the same reasons he changed schools so often, his quick temper and incredible strength. He slowly sank into a depression, and dispair. He picked fights with random people, and he got arrested more than once. Through this, he made a single friend who stood by him, time and time again. This friend was the polar opposite of Alex. He was a kind person, very studious, and a pacifist. He stayed out of trouble, and helped Alex out when he got into it.
The unlikly duo seemed inseparable, the Brain and the Brawn, they were called. But something came between them, something big. They had a heated argument about it, and Alex got angry. He didn't mean to, but his body just moved, and he punched his only friend. It was the first time he ever did. He was shocked, and he tried to apoligize. His freind said it was allright, but his expression was unreadable. Without another word, he got up and left. That was the last time they spoke. The next day, Alex found out that his friend had moved to another country. That was six years ago, he was eighteen.
How he got involved with the Chasers was another, simpler manner. Sometime after that, he was walking down the street under a full moon. He took a wrong turn, and ended up face-to-face with a living nightmare, under a bloody sky, hunched over the body of a girl. Its uglyness mad him angry, and he proceded to beat it to a messy pulp, in that process, some of his power awakened. Somehow, during the fight, he had ended up back in the real world. He looked for the girl, but he couldn't get back to that world. He gave up, and tried to go back to normal life, but the memory stayed with him. Eventualy, the Chaser organization tracked him down and explained about Youkai and the Crimson Sky. At first, he was skeptical, but there was no denying what he had seen. Reluctantly, he accepted their offer to join them, only because he needed the cash. Soon after, he found he could control his anger better, and he began to hold a stable day job...for a few weeks anyways. His outbursts were less and more controllable.
"I don't believe in holding back!"
Powers:
Superhuman Qualities: These are natural abilities he was born with. (Although, he views it as a curse) Normally, the brain restricts one's power, shutting down muscles in response to pain in order to prevent serious injury; he doesn't have this limitation, and is capable of using his full strength. His condition also translates to superhuman speed, reflexes and a resistance to pain. Although, the flip side is that using it, can tear his body apart. His body is always like that, its not something he can turn on and off, so he always has to be careful.
Indomitable Will: This is his Chaser power, it can be described as his will made manifest.
Using this creates force similar to an invisible armor around himself. It can be used to augment the his own physical attacks, projected ahead himself as pure force, or imbued into weapons to increase their effectiveness. Any attack enhanced by his power would hit immensely harder than it would normally without it. A heavy concentration (or coating) his power can be used to harden parts of his body, turning the area black, thus making his body denser and more formidable, and giving their attacks greater power, this also can be used on anything he is touching. It also can allow him to touch the incorpral, although imperfectly.
With this power, he can use his full strength without injuring himself. But every power has it's price. He only has so much of this, and once it is used up, there is backlash, like temporary paralysis and weakness. Then it takes some time until he can use it again.
Weapons: His fists and anything he can get his hands on.
Equipment: see above ^
Other:
- He is constantly late to almost everything.
- Frequently smashes stuff.
- Has a standing grudge against doors.
- Likes cats.
Theme: |
51,589 | 1,396 | 67 | 1,074 | 1,347 | Victor was tempted to call down the Sepulcher, a fitting reply to their remark, but at this point that would be overkill. He was already punching holes in their bodies easily; 30mm rounds could pierce through all but the strongest armors.
Suddenly, one of them started to combust completely. Vincent quickly rolled, putting the drop pod between him and the assassin, flames going around the sides. From the safety of cover, he ejected the magazine, and grabbed a spare from the pod, loading it and chambering a fresh round.
The last straggler was diving towards him like Tarzan. Perhaps fortunately, he was using a flame attack instead of trying to bring the fight in close. Vincent used the pod as cover, bracing his rifle against the side of the chunk of space metal and firing off another barrage. | Name: Vincent
Title: Executioner Vincent. Partly because it's his codename, partly because of what he does.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 450lbs.
Appearance: A hulking figure nearing seven feet in height, Vincent's body is tightly wrapped in thick, incredibly hard muscle. His face looks haggard and weathered, topped by a mess of blonde hair over green, tired eyes. His skeleton is thicker than a normal humans, and bone has broken through his skin on the knuckles, elbows, and other striking points.
Every inch of the man's skin is covered by a set of gray BDUs and heavy combat boots. Black gloves and a heavy, hooded leather coat cover the rest. Vincent's face is concealed by a plain white mask, with a pair of black lenses covering the eyes.
Personality: A grim, silent figure, Vincent saves his words until he spots his next target, at which point he tends to declare his intention of killing said monster with extreme prejudice. Since the death of his sister, he's lost a spark inside of him, replaced with a deep hatred of Youkai. This has become his raison d'etre, and he rarely considers anything else.
Vincent had a huge soft spot for his little sister, and that can extend to people who remind him of her. Most other people get a blank glare at best.
Short Bio: Vincent spent much of his previous life mostly normal. He was a young man, working to support himself and his younger sister. Though life was tough, he was happy. One night, a wrong turn led the pair into the other world. Assaulted by man-eating monsters, Vincent saw his sister killed, and barely escaped with his life.
The crazed pleas and police report soon filtered to the upper echelons of society, and Vincent found himself drafted into a government black project. The joint partnership of Japan, the USA, Germany, and England, had begun research into the paranormal and especially the Crimson Sky. While much of this new world is unknown, it was quickly apparent to government officials that many of its occupants were hostile to human life, and as such it was deemed necessary to create a new type of soldier to cull off these hostile beings. Vincent was abducted and offered a chance to join the first generation, on the basis of two reasons. The first was that he was healthy enough to potentially survive the dangerous process of enhancing his body. The second was that he had developed an extreme hatred of Youkai. There was no way he'd go rogue, and would happily oblige with defending humanity.
Of the forty-three chosen to undergo the augmentation process, twelve survived. Of those, ten were hospitalized with permanent disabilities, some unable to move. Vincent is one of the only two to fully become an Executioner.
In the time since then, Vincent has devoted himself fully to fighting off the Youkai menace. Every night he enters that crimson realm, and a trail of destruction is follow.
Powers: Vincent has gone through extremely heavy biological modification. His muscle and bone density has been increased several times, giving him superhuman levels of strength and durability. In addition, the bone thickness has increased and changed shape. His ribcage has fused, covering the gaps between ribs. He's also been implanted with a secondary set of adrenaline glands, giving him the ability to push himself further even during extreme bouts of fatigue or stress. Even his platelets have been altered, allowing him to better stop bleeding during combat.
Though he lacks magical potential, the sheer physical prowess achieved by his augmentations allow him to fight the most ferocious of youkai.
Weapons: Initial contact equipment consists of a primary long gun, a handgun, and a melee weapon. Vincent's typical setup consists of a Saiga-12 with a thirty-round drum, a S&W Model 500, and a claymore sword with a high durability blade.
However, Vincent also possesses a Trump Card: the Executioner Special Armament System. A satellite is kept in geosynchronous orbit above Vincent's current location, passing into the other world by carefully weaving through the shadows in moonlight created by space debris. This satellite is capable of quickly deploying highly specialized heavy weapons via a drop pod, often of such a high weight that only Vincent, with his enhanced strength, is capable of using them. These range from immense, oversized swords, to gatling guns and anti-tank rifles.
Equipment: A small, red ribbon bearing no special qualities.
Other: Currently bears no affiliation to the Hunters' Association. |
51,590 | 1,396 | 68 | 2,154 | 272 | Alice casually grabbed a doughnut from Aria's box, and took a dainty bite. They really were quite good, though certainly not the sort of confection she would usually choose to munch at tea time. It was a commoner's pastry, whose appearance was so ubiquitous that it could never be elevated to a proper dish or even be divorced from the filthy little hovels that they usually poked their frosted, oily rinds out of. Trapped as it was in a sort of limbo of profound classlessness.
It would be irredeemable if it wasn't so dashingly western. Like cheeseburgers and apple pie.
"Yes, you really must keep a tighter leash on the girl," said Alice, shaking her head, "she's quite bothersome. If I was less mature than I am, I might have actively boycotted this establishment. Believe it or not, most patrons come to a cafe expecting good food and service, and a distinct lack of molestation."
Alice nibbled on the doughnut a bit before continuing.
"Anyways, no. Ellie explained nothing and, clever as I am, I am no mind reader. It's nice to finally get an explanation, though I don't know why we're so scared of this 'Cataloger'. That's why I was called? Well don't worry too much, Aria. I could take care of it on my own if I wanted."
Alice gave Aria a reassuring smile as Lucille, an older woman, stepped in to give Aria a report of some kind. Alice was about to continue with her pleasant tea time (if Ellie ever decided to bring their actual tea) when the succubus began raising a stink. Of course, Alice could not allow any action that lead a girl to scream 'No! Stay away! I don't wanna die!', and thus slid her chair back as one of the patrons who had just entered ran outside.
"Apologies. I must excuse myself, Aria. There are injustices to correct."
A teacup appeared in Alice's hand, seemingly out of nowhere, and she laid it on a saucer in front of Aria. It was full to the brim with a hot, steamy earl grey of the highest quality.
"For you. I shouldn't be a minute," said Alice, quickly departing.
And so she ran, quickly stuffing her face with scones of speed, to where she thought the Stock Exchange was.
But it was not. Indeed, Alice had a storied history of accidentally getting lost, and had managed to run at an inhuman pace in the exact opposite direction. Instead, she found herself looking at an incredibly large man shooting a gigantic gun at a raging Youkai. Her eyes widened in fear and amazement.
She had just walked into what looked like an American action movie. | Name: Mami Koizumi
Title: The True Alice
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 87 lbs
Appearance: The way Mami really looks and how she presents herself are two entirely separate things. Most of the time she looks like a perfect young Japanese girl, with long, silky black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. During this time, she often wears traditional Japanese clothing depending on the season, like a padded kimono in winter or a yukata in summer.
When on a job, however, she becomes Alice. She dresses in various types of Lolita styles, depending on her mood, and changes her hair color to blonde and eye color to blue.
Personality: While Mami is usually sweet and docile, her Alice persona tends towards over-the-top declarations and a severely haughty attitude. When she is Alice, she is bold, overconfident, and tends to talk down to others. However, this is just a constructed persona and is easily shattered once she notices she’s made someone feel bad in any way. She really is Mami through and through, and always falls back into trying to help and comfort others with a ready ear and a kind word. N-not that she likes you or anything!
Short Bio: Mami didn’t grow up in a loving, proper Japanese household. Well, she lived in one, but she barely grew up at all. Throughout her school life, she was often teased about her height and development which were both incredibly stunted. She ended up finding refuge in Lolita fashion, which catered to the aesthetic of the short and under-developed, and through Lolita she also gained a fascination with the west. Western girls were all so pretty, with their light hair and beautiful eyes, and Mami wanted to be just like that. She knew that if she looked pretty like that, height would no longer matter. She thusly bleached her hair, grabbed up some colored contacts, and went to school where she was teased once again for looking like a shrimpy delinquent. She left school crying and dejected and, not paying attention to where she was going through the tears, she found herself lost. It was then that she saw a white blur rounding a corner, and something inside of her screamed to follow it. She chased the blur for a while, and found herself in a strange place with a red sky. A small white rabbit awaited her at a table, upon which were a variety of snacks and two cups to tea. She took a seat opposite the rabbit and, almost instinctively, she nibbled a scone and took a sip of tea. The rabbit told her that she had the soul of a true Alice, and that it was time she claimed her birthright now that the previous Alice had gone. Her tiny body overflowed with power, and suddenly she found herself safely tucked in bed at home. At her bedside was a tea set on a tray, engraved upon which was the phrase “For the one, true Alice.” Currently, when she isn’t being Alice, she works for her parents and helps manage the family onsen. When she is Alice, she works as a Chaser to help protect people from bad things. She was finally special, and it was important to her to put that specialness to use. She’s completely new to the job, and her true identity is unknown to all but her. Other chasers, the few that have heard of her, know her only by title.
Powers:
Teatime- Mami can create teatime beverages and snacks out of thin air. These beverages and snacks each have healing or ability-enhancing properties, which may stack as long as one has room in one’s stomach. There are diminishing returns, however, and eating more than three of the same product results in somewhat negligible increases. After all, teatime is about enjoying a variety of things. It would be a waste to fill completely up on muffins of speed and not try a scone of power.
Dress up- Mami can change her appearance in a flash, whether it’s clothing, hair color, eye color, or any amount of cosmetic items including makeup. She can’t change her height, weight, or gender, however.
Weapons: None.
Equipment:
Unbreakable tea set- No matter what happens, nothing in this tea set can be in any way damaged or broken.
Other: Kind of a westaboo. |
51,591 | 1,396 | 69 | 832 | 3,726 | Isotta Nascimbeni
The scream tore through the air, shaking Isotta from whatever holy musing she might have been partaking in at the moment. The plea for assistance was desperate, drawing on old memories of that night in Prague, even if she couldn't remember the exact events that had occurred. Chasers could handle it, of course, like the person who rapidly departed to deal with the problem, but Isotta felt some obligation to do so as well if only out of similar situations.
"I will be back shortly," she said as she rose to her feet and moved for the door at a swift walk, which would develop into a sprint once she exited the Cafe. Black robes flowed around her as she moved, zeroing in on the location of the disturbance and tapping into her gifts at the same time. 'Lord, grant me divine speed to overtake the enemy" Muttered words heeded result as she sped up, though skeptics could argue whether her plea had been responsible. Results could not be argued though as the sky shifted to a red, heralding her entry to the domain of the Crimson Sky.
This place, she was no longer scared of this place. She had been trained, prepared, and now she made this her domain, rather than that of the beasts. Drawing near she caught sight of the source of the disturbance, some figure on the ground, a Chaser attacking, and a horde of what seemed to be four eyed wolves. As it stood though they did not seem to be particularly dangerous opponents on their own. She would just need to thin out their numbers first.
Reaching beneath her robes, she would emerge with several pages. A muttered word and burst of energy would shift them to long swords held in careful grips. She would draw closer and then toss them in snap throws, each blade aimed for a separate youkai. They would not know what hit them, as she moved to resolve this conflict in a swift and decisive manner. | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title: Blade of the Dawn
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 146 lb.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Isotta tends to use the swords that she creates as her weapons. They are short swords, light, yet tough due to their blessing. They can be thrown or simply used as a melee weapon ,and she is very skilled in their usage.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
-A Pocket Bible
Other: Anything not covered above. |
51,592 | 1,396 | 70 | 2,487 | 9,776 | ~Aria~
“Yes, well I’m glad someone understands. Ellie can be quite tiring to deal with on a daily occasion. Her antics can sometimes give even me a headache,” Aria said, munching on her own doughnut. “But yes, you were called because of the Catalouger and his incessant desire to steal our Treasures….or something. Luckily I can rely on you to handle the problem effectively.”
The Head Magister appreciated Alice’s assuring smile, glad that she could rely on the girl to get the job done. It was more than she could say about Ellie and even now she casted a wary eye on her familiar. Then Lucille arrived and announced her report to which Aria answered it with a smile and a nod. That was good; one mission was completed and she had a feeling the others were going smoothly. It was the right choice to have Lucille go to the temple.
She had to wonder what happened to her partner before an expression of concern flitted across her face for but a moment. It always pained her a little to see Chasers lose their way and abandon the organization but she could do little about it now. What was done was done.
But such depressing thoughts were soon stifled with a bloodcurdling shriek and Ellie screaming her head off. Suppressing a sigh to her overactive familiar, Aria blinked in surprise when Alice conjured up a cup of fresh, steaming tea. Taking the glass in her hand, she sipped it once before giving Alice a fanged smile even as she departed.
“Thank you very much Alice. Please be sure to hurry back,” she said, sipping her tea all the more. She had faith that her Chasers could handle the issue without her interference, though it was concerning that a Youkai attack was occurring right outside her shop. What strange things were at play here....
~Kiara Bastion~
“Why did I know you would say that?”
Kiara’s question was more to herself than anyone else really as Haruka revved up the motorcycle to ridiculous levels of speed. She had to cling onto the bespectacled girl just to hold on though the use of her Synthese could have perhaps made things smoother. Still, she was surprised to find the both of them speeding along the desert paths of the Crimson Sky. So that was Haruka’s plan.
“You’re assuming the time dilation is on our side,” Kiara pointed out calmly, hair flying back as the wind buffeted against them. “For all we know it could have been weeks back in the human realm while only a few minutes passed by here. And then your showing off wouldn’t really work now would it? Of course, I suppose I could just make the world forget about us and possibly stop the time dilation…but I know how you like to take risks.”
Kiara sighed as they were so close to crossing the finish line. Honestly it was like she was answering these questions only to herself though that was to be expected when lingering around someone like Haruka. Still, the faster they could end this race meant more time for an actual date. Kiara leaned in, eyes narrowed as they sped towards the end goal of their destination.
, , | Name: Isotta Nascimbeni
Title:
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height: Your character's height.
Weight: Your character's weight.
Appearance:
Personality: Isotta is a very aloof person, devoting herself fully to the church and the work that she does for it. This does not preclude her having friends, but they are of a secondary importance to her. Respects those who are not of the faith, though she tends to have some visible disdain for those who are not of the Church.
Short Bio: Born to an average family in Milan Italy, Isotta was raised as the eldest daughter of an upper class family, her father a businessman and her mother working as well. It fell to her to watch over her two siblings, which she did happily and as best she could while also distinguishing herself in school and making many friends. It was a peace that was not to last.
Her encounter with the Crimson Sky came during a family trip to Prague, the hub back in the Old World. She got lost and was separated from her family one night, during the course of which she was eventually dragged into the realm of the Crimson Sky. She managed to return but was....changed. Her personality had shifted somewhat, and her memories of what had actually happened were fuzzy.
The time after that, she entered into a funk, a lingering depression that seemed to go on as her entire worldview was shaken by what she had seen and experienced in the Crimson Sky. Therapists, psychologists, her parents did what they could to try and shake her out of it, so she would return to the daughter that she knew, but it was all for naught. In spite of their efforts, nothing seemed to work. This only changed when they were contacted by the Church, a Cardinal approaching them as a result of hearing of what had happened to Isotta, which many dismissed as crazy delusions. But he believed her. Let with no real choice, her parents agreed, and Isotta was taken into the custody of the Church.
In the custody of the Church she was taken to Rome. There she was trained, part of a special group that dealt particularly with the Crimson Sky, and the Youkai that entered the world which the Church had to deal with for the protection of the people. Her lethargy broke under the training and tutelage that was given to her, as she devoted herself to the job that she had been assigned. She rapidly advanced, becoming skilled at bringing to bear the holy power of the Lord as well as killing or otherwise dealing with the Youkai that threatened the world.
Eventually she graduated, a moment highlighted as she returned to Prague to hunt a Youkai terrorizing the citizens there. Afterwards she went on to full duty, hunting down demons and protecting the people of the world from the shadows. This eventually resulted in her being transferred to Japan, her experience with the Crimson Sky serving as a useful tool by which the Church could exert its influence over the supernatural. That is why she is here now, a liaison between the Church and the Hunters Association, to stop powerful Youkai, to protect civilians, and to deal with rogue Chaers should tat issue come up.
Powers:
Sword Generation: A peculiar trait of hers, Isotta has the ability to create blessed swords from pages of the Bible
Blessings: Through the power given to her by the Church, Isotta has the ability to call down the Grace of God. This can be used for healing herself and others, to enhance her physical abilities, to buff magical resistance, and to create physical attacks which can be used against enemies.
Exorcism: with the proper equipment and enough time, Isotta can create a bounded field around an area which is actively hostile to the existence of demons and unholy Youkai, weakening them and making them much more difficult to deal with so long as they remain inside it
Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.
Equipment:
-Several vials of Holy Water
-An ivory rosary from the Papacy in Rome
-A vial of dirt from the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
Other: Anything not covered above.
She looks fine so far. |
51,593 | 1,396 | 71 | 2,033 | 9,341 | Waha, this was definitely fun. The ghost was a bit of a small fry, but she always enjoyed a good brawl, especially when she could put some weakling in its place. She'd always been a bit of a bully in that regard, but she had never thought much of it. So when Harumi immobilized the spirit, she was more than happy to beat it to a...err, bloody pulp. Well, a sandy...watery pulp. Whatever.
"Fine then! Everyone, fire at will!"
"Seriously, who told you ya can order me around?!"Kat shouted back at him, but she wasn't complaining. She was gonna beat this thing senseless.
She dodged a swipe from the things claw, rolling and coming to a stop a few feet to the side of the creature. She shoved her gun back into its holster, and formed several small rectangular shaped force-fields in the air around her with her other hand. With another single motion, she launched them at a high speed at the creature, sending them slamming into the now frozen creature, likely shattering it in quite a few places but she wasn't done yet.
She followed the smaller ones up with forming a much larger one. She slammed it into the creature multiple times, bringing it down right on top of it, intending to both shatter the ice and crush it under the force of her barrier.
"Haha, this is too easy!" She shouted, a large grin on her face. Really, sometimes the things she had to fight weren't even worth her time. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,594 | 1,396 | 72 | 1,950 | 906 | As Kazuki stood in the first bubble blast, the bursting orbs hit with suprising power. They seemed to have very pinpointed attacks and began to crack his glass armor, but the direction changed before anything bad happened as Harumi darted between his legs and chained the ghost with her spell. Next Jun acted with his ice to increasingly freeze the ghost. That certainly made it more brittle, but if the ghost really was made of sand then it's just made of a bunch of particles. Certainly the ice would weaken their bonds though.
This was shown true as Kat began to beat it with her barriers. The first set of small barriers blasted into it knocking out chunks of ice and sand. The body was still there, but was significantly weakened by the holes. She then created a large barrier above it's head and began beating on it, but it looked like she could have used some help.
"I really wish we had fire. Then we could make some more glass." Kazuki smiled at his statement. It really amused him at the idea of turning a ghost into glass. He'd never had a chance like this before, and he wasn't sure there would be too many chances like this again. Unfortunately no one was really fire based. All he could think of was Harumi's elemental powers, but how they killed the ghost wasn't important.
Right after making his comment, he created a long glass staff. He brought it behind his head and began to swing it forward down on the sand bunny's head. As the staff swung forward a mallet began to form on top of it carrying the same speed as the staff, but significantly adding momentum to the attack. The mallet was about the size of the bunny's body as it hit Kat's barrier. He wasn't strong enough to swing the mallet freely, but if he created it mid swing then he could get a strong and wild hit off. The mallet shot the barrier down through the bunny. Ice shattered and sand flew everywhere out from under the slam. The chains dropped empitly to the ground and Kazuki dissipated his mallet, waiting to see if that stopped the ghost or if the sand would whirl together to form another body. | Name: Dara Kazuki
Title: Mosaic Soul
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 172lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Kazuki is rather reclusive and quiet. He opens up once he has gotten to know people, but isn't one to go out and meet new people. He is more familiar and comfortable around chasers and youkai, than he is around other humans. He is pretty often cautious of his surroundings and people. He doesn't care that much about himself or others. He will do what he can to help others at his own expense, but doesn't share pity when bad things happen. He enjoys friends company, but doesn't contribute much to parties or events. He sort of just likes people watching and occasional conversation.
Short Bio: Kazuki is a bike messenger, and stumbled into the Crimson Sky by accident a few years ago. He fortunately met another chaser and was introduced to the Hunter's Association. The association helped him discover his powers soon after. He kept his job as a bike messenger to cover for his other jobs as a chaser. He found his pocket mirror when one of his deliveries ended up being to a dead guy. The mirror was sitting in the man's hand and Kazuki decided to look at it. He heard police sirens as he held the mirror and quickly rode off with the man's mirror and package. He kept both, but hasn't opened the package to this day.
Powers: Glass Make. Can make any object he can imagine appear in front of him, but it will be completely glass. Can change the durability of the glass, as well as the flexibility too. (Ballistic glass/ Willow glass)
Weapons: Just the weapons, armor and tools he makes from glass.
Equipment: Kazuki has a treasure in the shape a small pocket mirror/watch. The mirror steals a being's soul if the being sees their own eye inside of it. The more souls it takes the stronger Kazuki gets. He's not greedy so he still only takes from beings that need to be destroyed. The clock was on a random time and it began again as he picked it up. It fits fine in his pocket and isn't very reliable in battle due to it's fickle nature. He normally uses it after he has captured the subject. The body is left as a limp shell and the soul can be placed back into the body. Different souls can also be placed in different bodies. Kazuki does have control over what soul escapes the pocket mirror and when.
Other: He's a soul stealing ginger. Not sure what's in the package yet. I may make it something pertinent to the story or another treasure at the GM's approval. |
51,595 | 1,396 | 73 | 201 | 1,318 | A difference of 100km/h was already a pain in the ass, but now there was also Haruka going around slashing up speeding trucks, while talking about animals that were extinct in Japan?
Well, Rui-Ling did like a challenge. As long as the crazy lesbian and her slightly less crazy girlfriend didn’t damage his borrowed motorcycle, he wasn’t going to think too hard about whatever collateral damage they cause on their joyride. After all, this wasn’t about them.
This was about Suzumebachi, whose Suzuki Hayabusa was, despite his horrendously inefficient turns, still generating a hell of a lead. Narrowing his eyes, Rui-Ling leaned forwards, keeping his body profiled as he zipped on by. Unlike Haruka’s truck-hopping shenanigans, the immortal kept to the basics, making only slight adjustments as he grazed past slow trucks. While the Seaside Freeway did have a guardrail at the very edge to prevent sleepy drivers from toppling off into the sea, it didn’t have concrete dividers to prevent head-on collisions, which had been the cause of many accidents in the past.
Here, though, it simply meant that Rui-Ling could optimize his straight-forward racing style. The more times Haruka hopped from truck to truck, the more airtime she had, meaning less traction and less speed. The more times Suzumebachi showed off his mad drifting skills, burning rubber on the concrete pavement, the more seconds he wasted. Meanwhile, with no fear at all for his undying body, the immortal continued to accelerate, using both lanes to reduce how much he had to turn. With a passenger seat in the way, there was pretty much no way for him to lean in spectacularly for turns anyways.
All things considered, other than the dozens of near-accidents caused by Rui-Ling sliding between two opposing vehicles or hugging the cliffside guardrail, it really wasn’t nearly as spectacular as the other two contestants.
Did it matter though?
Not when that boring and efficient style allowed him to diagonally cut into the Yellow Jacket gang leader’s turn, forcing the youkai to swerve out of the way and lose enough speed that Rui-Ling finally passed him.
And it definitely didn’t matter once he was ahead, using his years of experience to read Suzumebachi’s own movements and consistently block the Youkai’s attempts to pass by him, forcing the race to a much more reasonable speed of 150km/h.
Haruka can win.
Rui-Ling just wanted that antennae-haired dick to lose. | Name: Rui-Ling Kazanari
Title: Spirit Hammer, Gordeau
Gender: Male
Age: Has stopped aging when he was 17, having lived 158 years by now.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 179lbs
Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.
Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.
Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.
Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.
Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.
It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.
After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.
Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.
A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.
Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.
Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.
The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.
Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.
A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.
Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.
Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.
Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.
As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.
Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.
If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever. |
51,596 | 1,396 | 74 | 1,278 | 8,081 | The Crimson Sky
"You humans are too predictable, it's almost unfun to be paid to hunt down your kind." The Youkai assassin atop the building said, just as Vincent's caused the nearest of them all to explode as well. As of now, it seemed that the Executioner was at an advantage. However, things were about to change as unexpected circumstances presented themselves in the form of a midget dressed in a Lolita style dress, running around like a kindergartner on a sugar high before stumbling face first into Vincent.
"The game's over!" Yelled the voice of yet one more of the Youkai assassins, who used the unwittingly distraction created by Alice to dash from the position he had been hiding himself for the whole duration of the combat and slash the |Executioner's weapon in half twice with his twin swords, before delivering a spinning kick that would send even a target as heavy as Vincent crashing against the nearby wall.
Luckily for the Executioner it wasn't as damaged as it seemed (For him, that is. A normal human would have been turned into a bloody paste by such force.), only serving to open a crater on the side of the nearest building and causing a few minor wounds. Alice however was defenseless before him, though the assassin ignored her in favor of Vincent for the time being, only ever sparing the time to try and kick Alice away, though if said kick connected, Alice would be sent flying a considerably greater distance when compared with Vincent.
"Perhaps, you haven't heard about me yet, Executioner. However, that's not important, dead men need no answers... die like your sister did." The three remaining Youkai said in unison as the one nearest to Vincent threw his swords at him, using the flames to accelerate them to bullet like speed, certain that this would be able to penetrate Vincent's defenses if they managed to hit.
Turning around to shoot another shrapnel-filled fireball, this time at Alice's direction, the Youkai said, "No matter how enjoyable this encounter is, I have more things to do. Just die, like the flies you are."
Amagumi Park
Harumi
With the last wave of attacks, the ghost's outer shell finally crumbled, revealing the ragged bunny that Kazuki found at the theater floating inside one of the memory bubbles and still locked by Harumi's spiritual chains.
"So, that's its core, huh? That's so... unfair", Harumi said, looking like she was indignant with the ghost's true form, before softening her features and turning toward the Chasers to say, "I'll put this child to rest, now. To something like this to happen it's quite painful, to say the truth. You can stay and look if you wish, otherwise, I guess you can count your mission as complete, right?"
"Oh! Hmm... I haven't introduced myself yet, sorry." Harumi said putting one hand behind her head and laughing nervously like an idiot, "I'm Harumi Shizuka, the next in line to become the World's Strongest Mage. It was fun to work with you, so please, sent my regards to Miss Aria when you're back to the Dangeki. By the way..." Harumi flashed a grin to the Chasers, specially to Kat (because of her military-like attire) and finished her statement with, "If you see any UFOs or aliens out there, don't forget to tell me, ok?"
With that said, Harumi turned on her heels and began the exorcism ritual, that they could choose or not to watch. In case any one of them did, Harumi would be able to talk after it was complete, but it would take about 15 minutes to do so. Anyway, the mission at Amagumi park was complete, since they had found and dealt with the source of the turmoil at the park, all that was left now, was going back to the Dangeki.
The Seaside Freeway
Haruka
"Haha! You do love pointing what could go wrong with my plans, not? Some times I think you secretly want to see me fail." Haruka said to Kiara as they ran thorugh the desert track, though, it was clearly a joke, given the tone with which she said next, "You're so cruel, Kiara..."
Anyway, since Rui-LIng was demonstrating the greatest in terms of unsportsmanship by intentionally halting his own progress just to make sure that Suzumebachi loses as well, Haruka and Kiara indeed crossed the finish line ages before the other two. When Rui-Ling and Suzumebachi arrived, they would find Haruka handing a can of an energy drink she got from a nearby machine to Kiara, before gulping on her own.
"Sorry for intruding on your testosterone fueled fun, guys", Haruka said with more than a bit of mockery discernible in her voice, "In fact, I think you two make a great couple. Obviously, I'm not one to hold prejudice, if you two ever decide to..."
"Hey, Moeblob, control that mad bitch's tongue, unless you want my boys to give you a lesson!" Suzumebachi yelled to Kiara once Haruka's provocation finally got through him, "If you want the information just take it and leave, I grew tired of playing with you. We're doing those robberies because some bigwig of Yotsuba paid us to, but I don't give a shit about what they're gonna do with all that!"
"Well then, we have what we came here for. As Kiara said, we've been tracking those guys for weeks, but now is the first time YTC's name shows up. Have a good night, Ling-Ling and sorry again about your race~" Haruka said with a cheery tone before getting on her motorcycle and waiting for Kiara, so that they could goon an actual date now.
Downtown, Stock Avenue
Orihime Tokisada, the Puppeteer
Once Alex and Isotta arrived, Orihime's situation wasn't really that good. Her doll's dress was tattered in many places and marking of deep cuts and bites covered the artificial being's body, despite the fact that not even a single drop of blood poured from her wounds. Orihime on the other hand was bleeding and breathing in a ragged way the effort of the continued assault being too much for her.
The carelessly thrown trash container was yet another problem as it would hit Orihime along with its original targets, were not for the fact that the doll almost teleported before it, slamming it with a backhanded chop that sent the metallic contraption flying toward a nearby wall, even if it costed her an arm, revealing the clockwork-like machinery under her skin.
"No!" Orihime cried as the attack of the beasts seemed to get ever so more intense, the arrival of the Chasers, seemingly only having been good to arouse them, even if a part of the pack turned their four eyes to Alex and Isotta, there were still more than enough to be threat to Orihime.
"Wahahaha! That's the end of the line for you, descendant of the Marioneteers!" A voice came from over a nearby lamppost. It belonged to a man dressed in dark trench coat and wearing a kitsune mask, who continued his speech in an even more exaggerated way, "The Beastmasters will never allow the existence of such an evil force, perish in the flames of despair as I summon forth my own beast... MINOTAURUS!"
With those words, what looked like a blazing meteor crashed just behind Alex and Isotta, and from it rose a gigantic man/bull creature covered in flames, swinging his massive axe down as a wave of fire washed over the Crimson bathed streets. "This is a farewell gift for you have done, Orihime Tokisada. Even your new found allies won't be able to help you now. Oh, Flaming Bull of the Heaven's, smite those pests, under the seal of command from the Beastmasters Clan!" The man said before walking away nonchalantly.
"RRRRR!" The beast roared.
The real battle was about to begin... | Ok, here goes some basic maintenance before I have to go out:
I won't give opinions on WIPs, please finish your character before submitting him again.
Most of everything is ok, but I want a better description of Tarit's power, as it is you make me think he's a borderline Railgun (if not more) and that's way above the power level I most people have. Even if there's two electricity users around, I want some distinction in your portfolios, so please describe him a bit more.
# 01 Looks good, you can post him on the character tab as well.
# 02 Why would you skim over the second post? It makes me question what you've been doing. Either way, Treasures are as explained. Any more information can be asked IC, since there'll be a lot of lore related to these things.
Looks good as well. Though, I gotta say to everyone with these seemingly one shot one kill powers, that unless it's a mook, you'd better ask before saying "Yay, I stole your soul, you die..." and then complain when I say a flat no. I really don't want that type of problem to happen, so play by the established rules.
For your first CS, it's rather reasonable. You can post her on the character tab as well. Character development is what you should concentrate on from now onward.
It's indeed possible to acquire (and potentially lose those you didn't begin with) Treasures during the course of the RP. As I said above they will have a significant role on the story, from the very beginning, indeed.
If you've checked the details with , then you can place her you can place her in the Character Tab as well, there's no need to dilly-dally.
Naturally, you're all playing characters that are above the standards, even for Chasers. Even if every PC had a treasure, it wouldn't mean that every Chaser as one, just that your characters are that usual anime-like gathering of OP individuals (which is pretty much what they are).
That said, I'll elaborate on the matter of Treasures from the first IC post onward, since it's a kind of focus right now.
As for the other question, most people born with power naturally fall under the definition of an ESPer, or psych, pretty much anyone else would gain powers through Crimson Sky induced mutation. Which is pretty much like the Silver Age of comics radiation, you most absolutely can't come near it without being turned into a Bug-man, or Raging Giant. That said, only special individuals undergo this mutation, so, there's the possibility of not changing (though it's a death sentence to enter the Crimson Sky without powers, since a good deal of the Youkai are flat immune to even the strongest handheld weaponry).
Also, no, Magic is an exception, since it's about learning to manipulate your Spirit Power and use it to do otherwise impossible feats, you can't gain it through mutation and not everyone can learn it as well. Notably Psychism and Magic shouldn't mesh well, Aria is one of the sole exceptions to that (as well as any PC that can do both), but normal NPCs can't as a rule of thumb. |
51,597 | 1,396 | 75 | 925 | 1,132 | Jun Kaiki
He looked as the shell of the ghost slowly fell apart. One of the memory balls from before, with some odd bunny inside of it. Slowly, but surely, Jun put everything together.
And it made him sad. The realization he came to was not a happy one.
He sunk his gaze to the ground and let both of his hands, still wielding his guns, fall to his sides as he was now disencouraged to even continue with this farce, or to even look at the core of the ghost they had finished off. Not everything in this Chaser business was filled with killing monsters, like he would have loved. There were times like these too.
"I'll wait outside." Jun quietly said. He had a soft spot for stories like this, when a child was involved. Bit of a trauma that Clannad left him with.
He sighed and stepped out of the botanical garden, making the trap that was set before them slowly melt into the ether.
He let out another forlorn sigh and turned his gaze to the sky then. Still, Jun decided to remain there until Harumi was done. It seemed to be the least she could do for this child they so rudely attacked, ghost or not.
"What wouldn't I give for a fucking cigarrette now." He said to himself.
He didn't smoke, but there were times like these that made him wish he did. Then again, he was probably overreacting.
The tears welling up in his eyes said as much. Sadly for the 'cool genius' Jun wanted to be, he had a real soft spot for sad stories, making a crying mess out of him in no time. | Name: Jun Kaiki. He doesn't like his name so he prefers to be called by his surname 'Jun'
Title: Cryoslinger
Gender: Male.
Age: 19
Height: 1.73 meters
Weight: 74 kilograms
Appearance: Jun Kaiki is a blonde haired man of fairly average height. His eyes are blue, round and big.
He tends to be dressed in large coats or similars during winter, which almost always are colorful, along with a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath his coat. He still wears long sleeved shirts even in summr or spring, though. He vastly prefers them because he can simply roll the sleeves back if needed.
He wears a pair of glasses with a black, square frame. He doesn't exactly need them and they are not corrective, but he feels more intelligent with them (not to mention that he loves propping them up).
Personality: He is not the strongest man in the room. He is aware of that. However, he always does try to be the smartest one in the room.
He is cunning, manipulative, arrogant and often times sarcastically sharp. In fewer words, he is an asshole.
Jun prefers to keep his social interactions to a minimum, however. He is good at academics and his marksmanship is second to none, but he is painfully aware of the fact that several other people surpass him in other aspects of, mainly when talking about sports or physical capabilities. He prefers only to engage in conversation with people he can brag about his brain and intellifence with.
Despite his often unfriendly nature, however, Jun is in fact a lot more of a good kid that you would expect him to be. He is just one big attention bitch seeker. If you want, you could also call him a bit of a tundere. He is too shy to admit that he just wants the attention and too proudful to admit he was wrong.
He may even shoot you, for all that matters.
Regardless, he always tries to be helpful and support his teammates, even if it doesn't seem like it or if his words often contradict his actions.
Short Bio: His mother is a simple Japanese woman and his father an American weeaboo who came to Japan as a kind of cultural exhange and ended up staying after meeting Jun's mother.
His real name is in fact 'Kaiki Aster Jun', but to better fit in Japanese schools, he decided to use only his mother's maiden name.
Aside from that, well, Jun's life has been more or less boring. Honor student, good with a gun, dealing with bullies by making them feel stupid, one or two beatings he had to go through. Nothing really special, aside from being a Chaser of course.
Also, he doesn't like his name because he doesn't like the character Kaiki from the Monogatari Series, nothing more, nothing less.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Jun has the power to create ice out of seemingly nothing, though he in fact freezes the moisture ever so present in the air, rendering this power useless in arid areas or such.
He can mold and shape ice to his liking, making weapons and the like is an 'icy' matter for him. Get it? *cough*
Jun prefers to use his power to mold bullets with which he can freeze his opponents at long distance with his gun. He cannot, however, flash freeze an opponent due to their corporal heat. It'd need several bullets for him to actually freeze an average sized adult.
He can also create ice below the feet of his opponent to make them trip or make his bullets more pointy in order to pierce through some of his opponents.
Weapons: 2 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum Revolvers to be used alongside his power. He does not carry ammunition.
Worst comes to worse, he keeps a ninjato hilt with which he can create an ice blade to protect himself in close range, though he tries for this not to happen.
Equipment: A pair of holsters by his sides for his guns.
His glasses, though when he gets actually serious he takes them off.
Binoculars
Other: Great marksman and avid otaku. He also keeps with himself some book or other, though the cover always seems to be the same. Often, the books he reads are Light Novels. He also keeps a pair of earphones in his person at all times.
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51,598 | 1,396 | 76 | 1,522 | 1,028 | Carver Jazz
Carver was sucking on a lollipop as he arrived at the riverbank where these Kappa were supposed to be having some sort of rumble. “Hello? Kappa’s? Are you here...? Mustn't be late enough... I HAVE ALL NIGHT GUYS!” looking around he couldn’t immediately see anything, so sitting on a park bench, he rested the shotgun against it nearby and waited.
~2 Hours Later~
“God! This is utter ass! Fucking demon spawn! Why do you exist! You ugly cannibalistic shit! Why does anyone play this stupid game?!” face illuminated by his iPhone Carver shouted at it. “Dammit! Now I’m in a bad mood!” turning off his phone Carver grabbed his shotgun and kicked the park bench.
“GET OUT HERE YOU COWARDLY, RIVER DWELLING IDIOTS! TIME IS MONEY AND I DON’T WANT TO BE WASTING MINE WITH YOU!” silence answered Carver’s outburst, undeturred he walked to the rivers edge and took out his case of ice-cream sticks and dangles one over the water.
“I KNOW YOU’RE THERE WATCHING ME SO I’LL ONLY SAY THIS ONCE! IF I HAVE TO GET YOU OUT HERE, I WILL KICK YOUR ASSES SO HARD THAT YOU’LL BE TASTING LEATHER FOR A YEAR!” being polite Carver waited another minute before he dropped the stick and took a step back, covering his eyes with his arm as the entire lit up with blue lightning and two unholy screams tore along the riverbank.
As the light faded Carver uncovered his eyes and saw two scaly looking creatures with burns dragging themselves out of the water.
“Well look who decided to join me! The idiots who got electrocuted by being obstinate. From what I understand there is some kind of dumb-ass turf war between the two. Now I don’t know all of the politics, so I’m not just going to kill one of you so the other can be the alpha. Trust me, you don’t want to take that particular gamble, there’s a big chance I would get annoyed and kill you both for making me waste my night on this nonsense.” Taking out another lollipop Carver falls back into the park bench and reclines, staring at the Kappa’s.
“My name is Carver and I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. Once a week I’ll show up here, on a random day of the week, to make sure nothing bad is happening. Think of it like me being your parole officer. If there is so much as a whisper of a fight between Kappa’s here... I will shoot you dead. You saw what I can do with sticks, don’t tempt me to shoot you with actual bullets. It would be very expensive for you.” getting off the bench Carver stood up and pulled out two orange glow sticks out of his bag and tossed them over “Break em and pour the glowy stuff on the burns. It will help them heal. You can pay me back in installments. I have a variety of plans, however the interest rate does vary greatly between them. You can use this account number for the deposits” handing over a laminated card to each Kappa, Carver walked off, taking out his phone and dialing a few numbers while looking around
"Hey, Tony! It's Carver, I'll remove the interest on the remainder of your payments if you go to an apartment for a couple of weeks and let me know a few things about the neighborhood. Don't worry, it's not that bad, I just need to know if the place is quiet enough to set up shop. You do this and I'll even pay you, deal?... Thanks, Tony. Just text me each morning and we're golden! Alright, I'll swing by your place to drop off the keys, see ya~!" Walking along, Carver texted Ellie "Kappa's calmed down for now. Have a friend on surveillance for the time being. On my way back. I wanna pre-buy a muffin" | Name: Carver Jazz
Title: Author
Gender: Male
Age: 19 in appearance, at least 100 in actual age. He stopped counting once he reached the 100 milestone
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Personality: If just one word was used to describe Carver it would be careful. Carver will never rush headlong into a situation, he will stand back and watch. A businessman in addition to a hunter, Carver makes certain that he will profit from any action he takes, not money though, he can make that hand over fist, but relics, materials and favours from powerful people being his preferred reward.
Short Bio: When Carver graduated he had little prospects, not that he wasn't smart, only that he lacked the funds to support any form of tertiary education. So knuckling down, Carver went out and got a job, with the hopes of working for a year or two straight in an attempt to go to college then. From their it becomes an age old tale of a door-to-door salesman taking a wrong turn down the wrong alleyway and coming out in Crimson Sky. Discovering his new found talents Carver wandered around and selling his enhanced wares at a premium price.
Powers: Symbols, runes, glyphs. What ever name you use to describe them, Carver uses them to allow him to fight at a level far above what his otherwise human physique would allow. Symbols on bullets to give them elemental effects is one of the more basic uses, but Carver’s main method is tattoos, invisible until activated.
When active Carver’s speed and strength are greatly enhanced. Depending on which tattoo’s he taps in what order can alter the balance of effects, such as purely enhancing his speed or toughness of his skin.
The method that has kept him alive so long is precisely his symbols, a special sequence painfully carved into his bones that enhances vitality and speeds his recovery.
Objects enhanced by his symbols come in two varieties. One is single use, such as bullets or protective talismans. The other is constant, these require more intricate, time consuming symbols and need to be recharged periodically. Thankfully any mage can recharge an applied permanent symbol.
Weapons: A lever action shotgun, an assortment of enhanced bullets and his body once activated. It’s almost a wand the way he uses it
Equipment:
A series of markers.
An engraving knife.
Shoes that are marked to cause his footsteps to be silent.
Clothes have runes sown in to improve durability.
A series of enhanced wares, ready to sell
Other: Anything not covered above. |
51,599 | 1,396 | 77 | 2,033 | 9,341 | -Katherine Sinclair-
Unlike Jun, Katherine simply shook her head and sighed. Certainly she felt a bit bad about what happened, but well...shit happens. Wasn't her first time getting her hands dirty, after all, and likely wouldn't be her last. Besides, the thing was a ghost, kid or no. And well, at least now it was gonna be at peace and not bother anyone any more.
"Oh! Hmm... I haven't introduced myself yet, sorry. I'm Harumi Shizuka, the next in line to become the World's Strongest Mage. It was fun to work with you, so please, sent my regards to Miss Aria when you're back to the Dangeki. By the way...If you see any UFOs or aliens out there, don't forget to tell me, ok?"
Kat simply laughed. UFO's, huh? A mage who believed in aliens. Now that was kind of funny to Kat.
"Sure sure. Try not to forget your tinfoil hat next time and maybe you can talk to one."
Still, Jun looked pretty beat up about it, so instead of antagonizing Harumi further, she walked off. She may not have entirely liked the kid all that much, but well...he was cute so she could at least mess with him a bit. She made her way outside, to where she found Jun wishing for a cigarette. She opened a small pocket in her vest and pulled out an unopened pack, quickly opening it.
"I don't really give people my cigs much, but damn, kid you look like you need it." She said, offering him one. "And if you're gonna cry, do it somewhere else. You're gonna look like a loser if you do that here, ya know." While she spoke, she pulled out something else from her vest. A small, rather mundane canteen filled with some pretty strong smelling alcohol. | Name:
Katherine Sinclair. "Kat"
Title:
Havoc Aegis.
"Well, if you want to know...I'm actually an amorphous space alien-WHAT THE HELL do you think I am?"
Gender:
Female
"Meh. Old enough.
Age:
24
"Tall and got legs that can kick your ass. Got a problem with it?"
Height: 5'8",
Roughly 1.76 meters.
"Don't worry, that's all muscle."
Weight:
154lbs,
Roughly 70 kilograms.
"Seriously, are you blind?"
Appearance:
Blonde hair usually tied back into a ponytail and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky attitude doesn't help either. Usually, she wears a dull grey military vest stocked with all kinds of different ammunition and other things. Like her cigarettes, and a canteen filled with the good stuff. (That's alcohol.) Various first-aid supplies and other stuff that someone of her profession might need in a pinch.
Under it, she wears grey, military armor designed to be lightweight and able to stop a bullet if it had too. It covers only her vital areas on her chest, leaving her arms quite vulnerable. As for pants, she wears black military issue pants, modified of course to hold more equipment that is essential for surviving in the Crimson Sky. Insulated to be resistant to heat and cold. On her hands, she wears open-fingered gloves to help with gripping things. Wears steel-toed combat boots. Yeah, you do not want to get kicked with that.
"Me, eh? I like tacos, cheap ramen, and puttin' a bullet in some jackasses head. You wanna date or something? Buy me a shiny new gun and a bottle of vodka then we can talk. Oh, and I don't date older guys, so don't even try."
Personality:
Kat, is usually pretty friendly despite her snarky attitude and somewhat hostile seeming behavior. A sarcastic jackass, some would describe her, anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. This makes people kind of...well, they don't exactly dislike her, but she doesn't exactly have a lot of friends for this reason. Not that she really cares.
Despite the bit of shunning she receives from other people, she's not a bad person and doesn't think much of it. Mostly, she just doesn't really care much of for other people, since they don't really care much for her, though she will save a total stranger if she happens to be in the same general vicinity whether they like her or not. Still, she can't stand most people and would rather work on her own, or a well functioning team. Unfortunately, the latter is proving difficult to find.
Clever and resourceful, she's quick to adapt to most situations.
Short Bio:
She grew up in London, though never knew her real parents all to well. She was adopted by a rather wealthy family, and had an easy time growing up. She's always had an attitude problem, though, even as a kid and was constantly getting into trouble. Smoking, drinking, getting into a lot of fights, doing...extracurricular activities with her friends. Basically your typical delinquent, and she hasn't mellowed at all since then.
Joined the military at the age of 18, and dishonorably discharged after turning 22 for getting into a fistfight with a superior officer after disobeying orders. Moved to japan after that, in hopes of possibly finding her biological father, along with working with the Chasers.
Powers:
Force-field generation.
Kat has the ability to make, and manipulate localized barriers. She most often employs this by keeping what someone might refer to as a 'shield' around herself almost at all times. And while it's no means impenetrable, it can easily provide quite a bit of protection from most projectiles.
The force fields can come in many shape and sizes, though most often she prefers making them sphere or square shaped and can be used for more than just defensive purposes. Slamming a large one into an enemy at high speeds tends to hurt. Not to mention trapping, and slowly crushing something to death inside of one. Her favorite though, is using them like bullets themselves.
Of course, they can be used traditionally for defense, if she has to, though it's not her preference, even if it's what she's probably most skilled at using them for.
Most often, they appear clear, turning a dark blue color near the edges.
Weapons:
Her favorite Remington-870 Shotgun.
Combat Knife.
A back-up pistol, a Glock 17.
Having awesome kick-ass powers are nice, but she never discounts the reliability of human firearms and man-made weapons.
Equipment:
Lightweight combat armor. Not gonna stop any serious damage, but can provide some protection.
Extra Ammo for her toys.
A few first aid supplies. Can administer basic first aid to injured people. It's not gonna be saving anyone's life, but it can get people back on their feet long enough to not get dead.
Other:
Excellent marksmanship, thanks to her military training.
Skilled hand-to-hand combatant.
Doesn't know when to quit, even if she's been pretty badly injured.
Fairly agile, even with her combat gear. |
51,600 | 1,396 | 78 | 201 | 1,318 | Once Rui-Ling crossed the finish line, his ears half-deafened by all the angry honking from Suzumbachi, the motorcyclist tossed his helmet into the passenger seat and exclaimed, “Wow, Haruka-chan! You’re so fast and amazing! No wonder they call you the Demon of Asphalt! Antennae-Head and Cow Lick just can’t compare to your skills, huh? You’re super lucky that you have such a dependable and badass girlfriend, Kiara-chan!”
For extra measure, he applauded her with a genuinely fake smile of admiration on his face, before deciding that he’d rather not get blood on the floor just to get rid of some dehydration. Popping out a can of red bean soup from the vending machine, Rui-Ling was going to take his sweet time enjoying his own victory, when Suzumebachi promptly broke and started talking about things that the immortal hadn’t been aware of.
So the biker gang was now into thievery? And Yotsuba Technology Corporation? Since when did they get involved? Regardless, it looked like Haruka was living on the edge once more, frying fish that were too big for Rui-Ling’s own kitchen.
As the crazy lesbians prepared to speed off, Rui-Ling finished his can of steaming soup, before letting out a prolonged, satisfied sigh, a cloud of steam blown out into the cold seaside air. “Welp,” he said, leaning against the red borrowed motorcycle, “That’s that. You know the drill now, right? Give me the keys to that Hayabusa and get your gang’s collective asses out of Sonomachi. That being said…”
With an erratic screech, Rui-Ling’s silvered hand crushed the aluminum can into a little crumpled ball. The immortal turned to Suzumebachi, his face cold and expressionless now, that of an immortal that had lived one hundred and fifty eight years without having wasted a single one of them. The spark of a soul lit up in his right hand, the heatless radiance of Claimoh Solais casting a white light on the amber-lit freeway.
“What were you stealing anyways, Suzumebachi? Honestly, I’ve tired of constantly having to kick you out of my town, as well, so, you know…please don’t lie.”
After all, even if fish was too big to fry, Rui-Ling wasn’t going to let something as big as this just go off without any personal investigation. As he waited for a response, the immortal one-handedly tapped a message to Ellie, telling her to send someone off to pick up a fancy new product for the Dangeki Pawn Shop. | Name: Rui-Ling Kazanari
Title: Spirit Hammer, Gordeau
Gender: Male
Age: Has stopped aging when he was 17, having lived 158 years by now.
Height: 5’5
Weight: 179lbs
Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.
Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.
Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.
Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.
Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.
It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.
After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.
Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.
A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.
Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.
Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.
The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.
Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.
A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.
Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.
Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.
Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.
As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.
Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.
If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever. |
51,601 | 1,396 | 79 | 1,074 | 1,347 | ! Vincent saw a number of heavy shells fly in front of him; the sword slicing cleanly through the receiver of his rifle. What followed was a swift kick, knocking him into a wall. Between that and his adrenaline rush, he had no time to consider the small girl who'd suddenly appeared.
Just as he peeled himself out of the wall, a pair of swords rocketed towards him.
The stench of burning flesh filled the air.
Vincent was no ordinary man. A thick layer of ultra-dense muscle tissue wrapped his body. His ribcage had no gaps. The swords had lodged a mere few inches in his chest. He wrapped his fingers around the red-hot blade, burning them as well, and pried the weapons out, letting them fall to the ground. He drew the claymore adorning his back, looked at it, and tossed it onto the swords as well. The executioner stretched his neck.
A shooting star came from the sky, crashing into one of the assassins, then dragging itself along the ground, ramming into the wall next to Vincent where it stopped. A panel opened, and Vincent drew his next weapon. This particular weapon was a brutish thing, a sword longer, thicker, and heavier than anything meant for human use. The blackened blade was nearly as long as Vincent, with a blade thick and wide. It looked plain, save for a white symbol adorning the ricasso.
Vincent shouldered the eight hundred pound blade, muttering to himself, "Executioner's Anti-Freak Sword: Guillotine."
"You're really starting to piss me off." he said from behind his mask. This youkai knew things it shouldn't, knew about his sister and who he was. He'd have to be an inquisitor as much as an executioner at this rate.
With a sudden forward leap, he grabbed the sword and with surprising speed, unleashed a powerful blow. Vincent's extreme level of strength let him swing the weapon as fast as any other sword, and its sheer weight meant that every blow would cleave its target in half.
With this in mind, Vincent began to rain a merciless flurry of blows on the two remaining assassins, aiming to mutilate them alive. There would be no time to launch fireballs at random civilians.
Of course, only one would receive killing blows. For the leader, Vincent deigned to strike only at the arms and legs. He couldn't shut him up just yet. | Name: Vincent
Title: Executioner Vincent. Partly because it's his codename, partly because of what he does.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 450lbs.
Appearance: A hulking figure nearing seven feet in height, Vincent's body is tightly wrapped in thick, incredibly hard muscle. His face looks haggard and weathered, topped by a mess of blonde hair over green, tired eyes. His skeleton is thicker than a normal humans, and bone has broken through his skin on the knuckles, elbows, and other striking points.
Every inch of the man's skin is covered by a set of gray BDUs and heavy combat boots. Black gloves and a heavy, hooded leather coat cover the rest. Vincent's face is concealed by a plain white mask, with a pair of black lenses covering the eyes.
Personality: A grim, silent figure, Vincent saves his words until he spots his next target, at which point he tends to declare his intention of killing said monster with extreme prejudice. Since the death of his sister, he's lost a spark inside of him, replaced with a deep hatred of Youkai. This has become his raison d'etre, and he rarely considers anything else.
Vincent had a huge soft spot for his little sister, and that can extend to people who remind him of her. Most other people get a blank glare at best.
Short Bio: Vincent spent much of his previous life mostly normal. He was a young man, working to support himself and his younger sister. Though life was tough, he was happy. One night, a wrong turn led the pair into the other world. Assaulted by man-eating monsters, Vincent saw his sister killed, and barely escaped with his life.
The crazed pleas and police report soon filtered to the upper echelons of society, and Vincent found himself drafted into a government black project. The joint partnership of Japan, the USA, Germany, and England, had begun research into the paranormal and especially the Crimson Sky. While much of this new world is unknown, it was quickly apparent to government officials that many of its occupants were hostile to human life, and as such it was deemed necessary to create a new type of soldier to cull off these hostile beings. Vincent was abducted and offered a chance to join the first generation, on the basis of two reasons. The first was that he was healthy enough to potentially survive the dangerous process of enhancing his body. The second was that he had developed an extreme hatred of Youkai. There was no way he'd go rogue, and would happily oblige with defending humanity.
Of the forty-three chosen to undergo the augmentation process, twelve survived. Of those, ten were hospitalized with permanent disabilities, some unable to move. Vincent is one of the only two to fully become an Executioner.
In the time since then, Vincent has devoted himself fully to fighting off the Youkai menace. Every night he enters that crimson realm, and a trail of destruction is follow.
Powers: Vincent has gone through extremely heavy biological modification. His muscle and bone density has been increased several times, giving him superhuman levels of strength and durability. In addition, the bone thickness has increased and changed shape. His ribcage has fused, covering the gaps between ribs. He's also been implanted with a secondary set of adrenaline glands, giving him the ability to push himself further even during extreme bouts of fatigue or stress. Even his platelets have been altered, allowing him to better stop bleeding during combat.
Though he lacks magical potential, the sheer physical prowess achieved by his augmentations allow him to fight the most ferocious of youkai.
Weapons: Initial contact equipment consists of a primary long gun, a handgun, and a melee weapon. Vincent's typical setup consists of a Saiga-12 with a thirty-round drum, a S&W Model 500, and a claymore sword with a high durability blade.
However, Vincent also possesses a Trump Card: the Executioner Special Armament System. A satellite is kept in geosynchronous orbit above Vincent's current location, passing into the other world by carefully weaving through the shadows in moonlight created by space debris. This satellite is capable of quickly deploying highly specialized heavy weapons via a drop pod, often of such a high weight that only Vincent, with his enhanced strength, is capable of using them. These range from immense, oversized swords, to gatling guns and anti-tank rifles.
Equipment: A small, red ribbon bearing no special qualities.
Other: Currently bears no affiliation to the Hunters' Association. |
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