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Apr 21, 2013 18:46:51 GMT -5
Post by Jisui on Apr 21, 2013 18:46:51 GMT -5
LET'S GOOOOOO Keep in mind that this was in a different bio format, so I've removed rank and stats. Name: Seisui Saitou Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 6'2 Weight: 145 lbs Likes: Justice, Law Dislikes: Killers, Darien Astia Alignment: Lawful Neutral Appearance: Personality: History: Weapon: Ikazuchi Single Bolt Rifle: Attacks: Serration: Welkin Sunder: Abilities: Setsuna: Silent Turn: Strategy: Weakness: Relations to other characters: Darien Astia: -5 It is unknown what is Seisui's relation to Darien, but it is clear that it is more then disdain that fuels his hatred... Theme Song: The Price of Freedom www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOJ91H4mraU
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Apr 21, 2013 18:50:02 GMT -5
Post by Mayor on Apr 21, 2013 18:50:02 GMT -5
Name: Manuel Josef Stankowitz III Age: 52 Gender: Male Race: 100m Dash Height: 5'14" Weight: 17 stone Likes(optional): Rats, Cats Dislikes(optional): Big Rats, Small Cats, Redactions Rank: Captain
Alignment: Slightly Left Class: Historical
History: "Pop ain't called even though he saw me on TV, it's all good." (fuck you)
Weapon: Rat
Subweapon: Cat
Attacks:
Champion Blow
Loser's Fate
Abilities:
Big Rat
Small Cat
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Apr 21, 2013 19:07:21 GMT -5
Post by Shin RyuKen on Apr 21, 2013 19:07:21 GMT -5
Location: Inside Eden's Palace
Description: A large massive palace, filled with various artwork and statues of angels. Multiple chandeliers are seen inside the palace. A large rune is seen on the floor, as for the ceiling, more artwork is displayed, depicting what perhaps looks like the end times. A long red rug is stretched vertically, from the entrance, towards a large altar. On top of the alter, a large painting portrait of a beautiful blonde haired woman is seen. Her eyes were emerald green, and her facial features appeared to look like it would rival the beauty of goddesses themselves.
What pretentious sight would Manny Stankowitz stumble upon next? As if shelved into the next new episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, Manny found himself in some pristine monastery where a mysterious letter sent him to confront his destiny. The concept of destiny, however, had always been two sides of a coin to him; at times, he felt as though some things were meant to happen, like his homelessness following his father's death, but he also felt as if he had direct influence on his surroundings. The two he made when he lived in the sewers were on the verge of death and disease when he first met them, but now, they were his loyal companions, valiantly serving him as a reminder of the first step he made towards rebirth. Although he suffers from the same illnesses as his diabetic father had, they were an inspiration for him to evoke some major reform to his lifestyle. And maybe this monastery was the vantage point for a new breakthrough in his life.
But something did not seem right. The black cat, Banda, curled up into a ball as if predicting something approaching them. He was not the only person here, and he didn't know what the foreboding silence actually meant. His rat, Jerbo, circled around him expediently in hopes to guard his master in the presence of potential danger.
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Apr 21, 2013 20:21:44 GMT -5
Post by Jisui on Apr 21, 2013 20:21:44 GMT -5
Raesclyf "Ray" Nagasi, as indicated by the rather intimidating mechanical steel hand in place of an organic hand, had seen quite a bit throughout his life, but even he could not withhold a whistle upon entering the beautiful monastery that greeted him. Walking in with his gun-arm to his side, left hand carefully wrapped around an XXL size vanilla sundae boat, the gargantuan 6'11 framed man thundered his way into the room with deliberate steps. To be fair, he didn't really know what to think of the letter that had sent him here. Ray had merely been preparing for the next elections for mayor in his city, of which he was the favored candidate to win. Why was he even here instead of working on his campaign?
He didn't know, but for whatever reason, he knew that if he merely ignored the letter, than it probably bother him forever, like a bad itch that you couldn't scratch. Regardless, he thought, taking another satisfying scoop of vanilla ice cream into his mouth, there was no use thinking about it. He was here, so that was that.
"Eh...? Yo, someone there?" Ray called out, hearing the ominous footsteps that seemed to echo his own. As he turned the corner, the presence of Manuel and his two pets became known, and he stopped in his footsteps. In any other circumstance, he might have thought of something better to say, but Ray's eyes only narrowed upon seeing his hated furry enemy curl up next to Manuel. Many a night was ruined because of a stray cat walking near him.
"Hey man, I don't know who you are, but that rug of yours better stay put."
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Apr 21, 2013 20:44:31 GMT -5
Post by Mayor on Apr 21, 2013 20:44:31 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night, just like Seisui's eyeliner. Admittedly, Coal Mine #9 had not been Seisui's first pick of shade, as the limited edition Pale Raven #13 brought the brilliance out of his sapphire eyes much better, but Pale Raven was unavailable that night as Seisui loaded up on equipment for his latest case. An officer at 19, Seisui Saitou's position of Detective for the New Harlem police department had been one of much debate, though none could deny his skill or effectiveness in the role. He only wished the intel were a bit clearer. As he read the orders from Chief Chieth "Keith" Keef, it contained only a few key details, but portions of the fresh-ink had been smeared by the Chief's greasy lunch.
Seisui now knew that "gothic" referred to the location, and not to his needed warddrobe. No matter, he had successfully infiltrated the long hall, and was still trying to decrypt the rest of Chief Keef's letter. As Seisui hung from a chandelier on the north side of the hall-making the best he could of the phrase "moving out of the hood and up to the north side"-, Seisui set himself into detective mode. He stunned even himself with how quietly he had been able to infiltrate, despite his Slipknot shirt being held together with safety pins after being intentionally torn, and the chain linking his legs moved silently thanks to his expert training.
As Seisui surveyed the room, he saw what looked very much like a vagrant and a massive man who looked to weigh as much as Agentsix himself starting to converse. Perhaps these were the targets of Seisui's infiltration mission? If so, he was improperly dressed, though that was little matter for Seisui "Silent Costume" Saitou. He could be prepared for his mission in a flash, but now came the time for more intel.
Seisui motioned himself to the end of the chandelier, peering down below at the men. He calmed his breathing and listened intently, preparing his brain to mentally record whatever happened below. As an official officer of New Harlem, Seisui could make an arrest, but only if he found evidence of wrong doing. Now was the time for waiting, and wait he did.
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Apr 22, 2013 14:50:05 GMT -5
Post by Shin RyuKen on Apr 22, 2013 14:50:05 GMT -5
Now, Manny Stankowitz wasn't used to the sight of scary surface dwellers whose musculature vaguely reminded him of Agentsix. Manny didn't like tall, so he wouldn't have liked him. In fact, Manny spent most of his time fearing surface dwellers. He lived among the creatures of the sewers for a good chunk of his life, and he always felt people looked down upon him for being a sewer bum. But what was he to do about his own circumstances?
When his father passed away, Manuel Stankowitz's primitive heart felt a vibration it wasn't used to. The kind of sensation he felt when his body temperature rose in response to certain noises. For Manuel Stankowitz, the noise that he always responded to was that of the birds chirping at his ceiling, the family dog which ran away to some unknown part of town, his mother before she died giving birth to him, and eventually, the two pets he adopted which came to be known as Banda and Jerbo. As a child, Manny was always afraid of people. He always felt that if he grew too close to them, they would fall into terminal hardship like his two parents. He didn't want any more things in his fractured heart to be wrested away from him.
Upon laying sight upon this terrifying urban ruffian and his machine gun arm, he could've sworn he had seen this in a video game before. Yes, the few things he'd ever play in his life, he wanted them to count. Clearly they were coming back to haunt him. Unaccustomed to the intimidating presence before him, Manny Stankowitz shrieked in fear and slid behind Jerbo, clutching his ears in apprehension. "Ggh...gah! I-I was just told to come here! Get away!" And like the coward he was, his animals did the work for him.
Luckily what Manny Stankowitz didn't often realize, was that in times of great purported danger, his companions seemed so connected that they were willing to lay their life on the line for their master - and more importantly, their friend. Immediately, at the response of fear, they felt the fate of their master was indebted to them; and thusly, the two animals acted autonomously, as if at the reigns of his very being. The black cat was known for bad luck by itself; being looked with such scornful eyes with the towering man was appropriate enough for Banda to retaliate and throw off his banana boat of ice cream. A column of light surrounded the black cat as it shrunk to the size of a caterpillar in a flash, leaping up to Ray's right knee and gaining leverage by latching onto his leg with claws. The shrunken sign of misfortune intently gained ground on the big ruffian, leaping up to his nostril.
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Apr 23, 2013 1:15:28 GMT -5
Post by Jisui on Apr 23, 2013 1:15:28 GMT -5
"Huh...the hell?" Aside from the rather anxious and nervous old man standing in front of him, what perplexed Ray the most was where that cursed black, furry menace had gone. One moment he had been intently looking straight at it, and the next, in a flash of white light, it had merely disappeared. Interesting as this matter was, the vanilla sundae eating, office-running, Agentsix sized man had better things to do than stand around watching old men quiver and cats disappear out of thin air. He would just finish scouting out this chapel and seeing what was inside, then he would leave. It was simple as that, he thought, taking another scoop of his seemingly infinite boat of vanilla ice cream.
The gun-armed man began to turn away, before he felt an odd itch claw at the bottom of his pants. Shrugging it off as an ant bite, he began to walk away, before Banda made the fateful decision to leap straight to Ray's nostrils.
Let it be known that Ray had two very large problems. One, he was deathly allergic to cats, and even the smallest amount of cat hair would cause him to break out in a massive sneezing fit. Two, during said sneezing fit, he was prone to fire his gun-arm without thinking. Thus, many a party was ruined by a guest who thought it would be a good idea to bring their cat along as well.
"Ah... AH-" Ray's eyes closed, face scrunched up in a peculiar expression that would spell doom for any nearby people.
"CHOO!" As he sneezed, which must have felt like a hurricane to Banda, his metal arm quickly shifted into a 6-barrel Gatling gun arm, which began rotating slowly. The sundae that he had been long enjoying finally fell to the ground as he began sneezing violently, his form beginning to spasm even as a devastating discharge of bullets began indiscriminately firing everywhere his arm moved. From Manny, to the wall behind Manny, to the side of Manny, and yes, even the chandelier on which Seisui "Silent Costume" Saitou resided, nothing was safe from the allergy-riddled onslaught of Raesclyf's bullets.
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Apr 23, 2013 2:14:18 GMT -5
Post by Mayor on Apr 23, 2013 2:14:18 GMT -5
Who the hell sneezes and lets loose a gatling gun arm haphazardly? It struck Seisui immediately that this man seemed very ill-conceived as a man, or hell, even as a concept, but meta-criticism had no place in his mind now. Rather, he would need to address the incoming bullets quickly. Thankfully, the "Silent Costume" always came prepared, like a proper hero, or at the very least a professional boy scout. He wasn't yet fully certified for heroics, so this was slightly against protocol. Regardless, Seisui flashed a mental image of his next appearance, and suddenly the lad had taken the appearance of the great Swagneto. The black, rounded helm certainly felt uncomfortable, but it looked pimp as hell. With his Ed Hardy cape flowing in the wind, its dragon reeking of poor yet pungent cologne, Seisui used the almighty power of Swagneto by taking the heroic stance: duck face and two forced peace signs with his hands. The bullets which were flying at him were repelled away like haters on Instagram, much to Seisui's relief.
With the threat of the bullets removed, Seisui took a moment to recollect.
FLASHBACK
As Seisui peered over the ledge, the Vagrant's two animal companions seemed to make miraculous transformations. They seemed like a poorly described rat and a cat. Seisui would need to come up with names for them. The rat looked like a Jerbo for sure, and the cat a Banda, or so Seisui thought for a moment. Definitely a Gerbil and Namco-Bandai, yes, that was more right.
The cat seemed to magically shrunk, and Seisui's heavy eyeliner from his poorly timed misunderstanding of Chief Keef's use of the word 'gothic,' and he lost track of Namco-Bandai. This flashback also struck Seisui as quite odd, because it wasn't yet a flashback. Was there a term for deja vu for something that would happen later? Only time would tell for the young detective.
There wasn't.
Now Seisui had to decide how to deal out justice. Certainly shooting at an officer was a jail-able offense, but Seisui had nothing else besides the accidental shooting, which the tall man could potentially blame on severe allergies and poor motor-cortex control. Would it save him from jail? Of course not, but it could lead to a reduced sentence. Besides, if Seisui was going to keep his high profile record, he would need high profile cases.
Maybe the young detective could lure obscene reactions out of these two men? Yes, of course, that was the answer! And what other way than to take advantage of Swagneto's power to inspire reckless behavior and poor decision making. Taking his left hand and gently brushing the dust off his right shoulder, Seisui's duck face grew more stoic and forced. When it reached its peak forcedness, he brought his hands to his mouth and cupped them together. He whispered a small chant, and spread his arms apart, dropping an almost cartoonish description of a bomb. You know, the black ones with the burning string, like Boris and Natasha used, but on its side sat a single acronym, which Seisui took the moment to read aloud for the victims below.
"YOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
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