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  1. Name: Vashon "Archangel" Michaels Age: 32 Gender: Human appearance: Inquisitor Appearance: Like most inquisitors his appearance does not change just one massive solid white wing sprouts from his right side and gold and silver glowing runic lines emerge on the right side of his face and his right iris becomes gold. Ranged Weapons: Melee weapons: Why you joined: Vashon was found on the temple altar on random day during a massive storm. The High Priest toke this as a sign and had the baby trained and cared for. Serving the Inquisition is all he knows. Background: No one knows of Vashon's true existence not even himself. While growing up in the church and being trained to fight, the Inquistors training him found that fighting came to him as easy as breathing. Though what really surprised them was the fact that when he fought only one white wing emerged. THis in turn caused great confusion and weird looks towards him. Some even began to pray to him thinking him half an angel. After awhile it caused Vashon to shun the temple though he still fought on their behalf. Years of seeing his friends ascended while he remained him caused him to become more and more reckless and uncaring. This in turn has caused some Inquistors to get hurt on jobs with him further making him an exile and a black sheep. Snippet:
  2. Anxious to your character law. And vectis
  3. Hopefully all the ones up are too your liking
  4. Name: Kenpachi Arashi Gender: Male Age: 350 Position: Captain of Squad 11 Appearance: Arashi. Standing at 6 feet 6 inches with green eyes, He wears his father's tattered sleeveless captain's haori and eye patch of his left eye. The scar over his eye as well as the dozens of others that criss cross hs body was given to him by his father in the Trail of Combat for the Capatin's seat and during Arashi's training with his father. Personality: Arashi is very quiet prefering to speak as little as possible letting his sword do the talking for him. His calm demeanor nevers wavers not even when he is sliced open or deeply wounded. He is very hard on his squad keeping them constantly training as he himself spends most of his waking hours training with them or by himself. His little caring for small talk makes him hard to come to for advice and his constant shrugging and uncaring for meetings makes it worse. Even more so in the Captain's meetings. This has made him a loner in the group of Captain's as well as the fact he does not concern himself with other's business. This has made him quite an oddball due to the fact he is the son of the late Kenpachi Zaraki though his mother remains unknown. But he does hold respect and loyalty to the Soul Society and his fellow captains and his opponents highly never once degrading anyone in any way though his way of being suportive tends to come off very blunt and sarcastic though it is not his intention. Arashi has a case of bipolarism that comes out when his father's eyepatch that he wears is removed. When this happens he becomes hs father and turns berserker. Instead of ending a fight as soon as possible like normal, he will draw it out taunting and inflicting wounds that are not enough to kill. Pain makes him laugh though he tends to laugh and keep a creepy wicked smile on his face at all times. Sometimes he fails to see friend or foe and will attack comrades that are unlucky enough to be in his way. A firm believer in using pain as a punishment he has been know to cut open his own members and mass punish the entire squad for on person's fault, the same training his father gave him. Background: His Father taught him how to hold a sword and fight the minute he could walk, always inflicting pain and cutting him open saying it would toughen him up. This went on for years, each day harder then the next as his father took him to hell and back multiple times een almost killed him more then a person has fingers and toes combined. Never once put through the Acadamy as his father claimed he never went and neither did he and even forced Arashi to kill a person at the age of twelve. His father taught him every trick he knew and even forced him to fight many of the others Captains all with the sheer purpose of one day replacing him. Even dropped him off in the district Zaraki orginated from, the most deadly district of all, for two years forcing Arashi to survive on his own causing death and blood to become such a normal thing that it brought no rise in him what so ever. At first Arashi was against it but as time went on he saw the devotion and happiness in his father's eyes when he lasted one moe punch, took one more gash with out fliching and went one more minute longer or learned something new. This in turn began to drive Arashi harder and harder, enjoying the fight, the blood, and the pain more and more till all you could hear was the sounds of him and Zaraki laughing and Arashi coming home covered in blood. The day he did land his first hit on his father, Zaraki wiped aear from his eye then beat Arashi senseless. Each day after that the training increased severly as Arashi learned every fighting style, move, technique, and trick that his father knew. The only difference is his father taught him to listen to his Zanpakuto instead of forcing it with his reiatsu like his father did. This in turn allowed Arashi to achieve mastery of his Zanpakuto very quicky and achieve Bankai though he tends to become very annoyed by its voice, tuning it out more often then not. This in turn causes his Zanpakuto to stay released and unable to seal just like his father's. At the age of 35, He bested his father in the Trail of Combat though almost died himself. He never forgot his father's last words. "I am proud of you my son. I love you." The only time he ever said those words or anything close to the meaning. Since then he is always doing what he thinks would make his father proud though it isthat day he also had a mental break causing him to become extremely quiet and the berserker to come forth when the eye patch is removed. His father had repeatedly called him the true Kenpachi to other captains before he passed. This in turn caused Arashi to learn everything he could that could help him kill. Noncombat Skills: Arashi does not think of himself as the best of anything always saying someone else is better then him though he is by far the most perceptive of the Captains as he can read his enemy and know the next opponent's move almost before his opponent does as well as reading a person and knowing them and their intentions causing some to believe he can read minds. He also is extremely good at seeing someone else's technique and copying it though mabe no perfect at first but is very close. His eyepatch power seal was also specially made for him by the 12th division's captain. insead of being leather like his father, his is made of a special metal that is extremely hard to cut and contains to key slots in the clasp on the back. Every captain is given one of these keys incase his eyepatch isneeded to be removed. Zanpakuto: Mokushiroku (Apocalypse). Arashi's Zanpakuto doesn't look like the other's normal blade and sheath in its normal state due to his reiatsu and the fact hisfather didn't know how to seal it away. Instead it resembles more like his father's though the handle has no guard and is black with silver etching in. The blade is not chipped and is able to cut with the back side of the blade and is roughly twce the length of a standard katanna. Shikai: Mokushiroku's release command for its true Shikai form is Itami (pain). In this state when ever he say its release word any amount of pain his enemy feels when cut is doubled and doubled ontop of that when he says the release word again though he must inflict a new wound before commanding it, this in turn become very dangerous if Arashi's eyepatch is off due to the fact he prefers torture his enemy in that state. The blade itself also becomes adaptive to his opponent, becoming sharper until it pierces his target Appearance: Mokushiroku Shikai the blade is just a little bit longer then before and widens Bankai: Mokushiroku's Bankai is not like most others. It doesn't freeze or do anything to its surroundings or what it touches. Besides carrying over its previous power it also now affects himself though with each new wound he receives now matter how small every aspect and attribute rises greatly. This alone causes him to hardly use it as it also increases his sadistic bloodthirsty nature twofold. This alone is a last resort. Appearance: Mokushiroku Basaka Bankai adds another half a foot to blade shikai blade length Other Notable Combat Skills: Arashi knows everything his father taught him as well as more. He learned amazing reaitsu control and can manipulate that and is unfathomable spiritual pressure in amazing ways wheher it be for defense, energy waves, negating anothers attack. He is extremely durable able to withstand attacks that would incapcitate anyone else an his strength is beyond most letting him before insane feats, even keeping up with someone using Shunpo like his father did with Byakuya and stopping or deflecting weapons with his bare hands. He has vowed to live up to his father calling him the true Kenpachi by mastering everythng he can, Zanjutsu, Hoho, and Hakuda. He only learned enough Kido in order to pull off Shunko techniques though seeing it more of a waste of time. He fights one handed like his father and also due to the Captain Commander has forbidden him to use two hands unless absolutely necessary. While he never attended the Academy, his father and ability and want to take others techniques and master everything he sees fit has turned him into a person worthy of his father's title. Writing snippet: Arashi opened his eye as he sat meditating with his blade sheathed across his lap at he sound of shuffling feet. A young man dresed in a uniform bearing the Kuchiki crest came hesitiantlyinto the Division 11's baracks main room and stood before him. Even sitting down He was over half the height of this messenger. "K-k-k-Kenpachi Ar-Aashi" The messenger's words stumbled out with a toe containing a mixture of high anxeity and fear. The messenger obviously did not want to be here. Arashi stared at him with his normal gaze waiting, the messenger squiriming where he stood feeling like he was slowly being picked apart completely. The room was silent for a forever dragging minute before the messenger spoke again. "I have a letter from Chinatsu Kuchiki" He held out the envelope his hands shaking and sweating as Arashi slowly reached out and took it, opening it slowly and carefully before reading it. The messenger watched nervously as Arashi's uncovered eye scanned back and forth then folded it back up and laid it beside him before turning his gaze back to the messenger who shifted anxiously in silence for a few minutes more before breaking it. "Your ans...." Arashi's deep voice caught him off guard making him jump. "No" "But your mother's sec..." The messenger blurted out "No" Aashi help the same tone his face still emotionless "Chinatsu will..." His mouth kept moving but the words held no sound as Arashi slowly stood casting the messenger in his shadow. Slowly Arashi brought his hand to the hilt of his blade as he held its sheath in the other. "No" The messenger looked fearful for several seconds before false courage took over. "You wouldn't dare harm a messenger from the Kuchiki house" He got his answer in the form of slighly deep cut across his cheek. He stood horrified with his hand to the cut blood slowly oozing out round his fingers at Arashi who stood calmly before him his blade drawn and pointed to the floor with a single bead of thick red blood slowy running down the point to drop to the floor. "Leave" Arashi watch as the messenger moved faster the most experts of Shunpo to get out of the barracks before Arashi wiped the blade clen with first two fingers then sat back down to meditate. This whole ordeal with the Kuchiki house was becoming a pain. A very respected captain and left everything to Rukia and Chinatsu was deterimined to stop at nothing to keep her from becoming Captain of 6th Division. His dad respected Byakuya highly and Arashi would honor his dying wish.
  5. Will have my sign up done Friday night Saturday morning for ya
  6. Four now including the creator
  7. I am sure me and kayin can probably pull a few people out of retirement for you
  8. I will join it. So that's one guaranteed you have. Be happy to help as well
  9. Haha love it. Thanks. The hash tag made me bust out laughing along with the way one of the pictures looks like a selfie
  10. So just changed my display name to as you can tell Darth Vader and I am looking for a banner to go along with it so if you have any ideas I would love to hear them
  11. finally able to get back into this. thank god

    1. Kayin Cloud

      Kayin Cloud

      Welcome back, Saz!

    2. Deadpool

      Deadpool

      Lol your soo kind

  12. Think its time I get back into it.       The rain came on in droves like it had been for hours past. Like it alway did. It always rained but it did nothing to stop what was going on inside the rundown building. Lights flashed to the pulsing music as bodies swayed and meshed together on the dance floor. Drinks and drugs passed around freely. Such was the nightlife of Aether, one of the four cities of Nemmaso.     "Another round!" The man speaking smacked his gloved hand against the table catching the scantily clad server girl's attention. "Make it Bloodlust this time!" As the girl walked off to fufill the order the man sitting across from the speaker spoke.     "Do you always drink on the job Archangel?" He motioned to the empty glasses that filled the table and the two new ones that were just set down filled with a glowing red liquid.     Archangel smirked as he picked up one of the glasses, his blue eyes staring at the glass. "Do you not?" He knocked back the glass then set it down as he stared at his companion who was covered in a full black cloak.     "The Temple frowns upon...." He was cut off by Archangel slamming down the second glass, it empty as well.     "Does it look like I care what the Temple thinks?" He sighed leaning back running a hand through his white hair. "Everyone knows I am different. I don't get closer to ascending like the rest of you inquisitors. Each one you kill you get one step closer. Me on the other hand, I stay were I am." He motioned and more glasses were set in front of him. He swirled one around for a few moments. "So in my eyes their rules don't apply to me."     The hooded man let out a sigh. "There really is no reasoning with you is there?"     Archangel let out a laugh. "Glad you finally figured it out." He drank the last two in rapid succession. "Now that we have settled that....." He stood up pushing himself away from the table and holding his hands out towards the dancing crowd on the floor below them. "...shall we begin?"     The hooded man stood up. "As you say Archangel"     Archangel grinned as he stepped up on the railing. "Did any of the other inquisitors warn you about how I run things?" He looked over his shoulder at the man.     "Yes they informed me quite well"     "Good" With a smirk Archangel stepped off the railing, droppinghis black cloak as he did revealing a blue ornate trench. He landed on the dance floor with a thud causing everyone to stop and look at him. He slowly looked up, his right eye a bright gold and a large pure white feathered wing sprouted out from the right side of his back. "Cause right now its open season."  He reached into his jacket pullling out a massive pistol with his left hand as another materilized in his right.     Screams erupted from the crowd  as he began firing, the people he hit screaming and turning to ash. The sounds of gunfire and screams echoed throughout the building and within seconds it was over, the people still alive clearing the club quickly. Archangel holstered one and let the other disappear into then air as the hooded man walked up beside him holstering a rifle back inside his cloak as two grey wings lay flat againt his back.       Archangel eyed his companion's wings. "Think I am starting to see some white feathers." His companion looked over his shoulder at his wings. "Either way lets get back to the temple. I killed my fill of demons for tonight."       The High Priest looked over the new recruits dressed in black kneeling before him hands clasped in prayer. "You have given yourselves to join the Inquisitors. This is not some small manner. You are the ones that will be the barrier against the darkness. Your job...to banish the demons and monsters and forces of evil back to the depths were we belong. With every kill you will be one step closer to ascending as an angel to continue the fight as the Maker's personal army. Your soon to be gained wings will shed their feathers with each kill and eventually go from black to white. You will be taught how to sense, find, and kill these unholy abomiations. May the Maker be with you"         Sign up sheet:   Name: Age: Gender: Human Appearance: Inquisitor Appearance: Ranged Weapons: Melee Weapons: Why you joined the Inquisitors: Background: Snippet: Make this right after the high priest speaks. this is where you see you other appearance and wings for the first tme as well as gettng handed your weapons.     Its been awhile since i did one so there might be a few edits so dont hate me
  13. Get a hold of orcus and ask him if he wants me to powerplat his character for a bit since his and mine are going to be together and I know what is going to happeb with them
  14. Well going to have to redo mine now thanks shwa
  15. Scythe stared down the reaper. "You are not half"   Atanos just smiled. "My my always observant" He held up his urn which pulsed with light. "And you are half reaper....Scythe if I am correct?"   Scythe lunged forward bringing his right fist for Atanos face who dropped bringing his palm for Scythe's midsection. Scythe brought his left around grabbing Atanos' arm right at the wrist stopping the palm and twisted sending his momentum off to the right causing Atanos to spring forward in a airel his arm rotating in Scythe's hold. The moment his foot touched the ground he pivoted bringing his right foot backwards aiming for Scythe's head. Scythe used his right arm to block the leg then wrapped it using his hold on Atanos wrist and calf to twist and bring Atanos back first into the ground. The moment he hit the other reaper rolled backwards lessening the effect and forcing Scythe to let go or be but off balance. He was back on his feet in seconds smiling.   "Well well seems you are a strong one" A smile grew across his face.   "Your falling" As always Scythe's was void of emotion.   "Being Fallen is so much better" He lunged his sword now in hand striking for Scythe's neck to turned left letting the sword pass by then ducked as Atanos twisted his wrist and brought it sweeping outwards trying to remove his head. He went for an elbow to the stomach but Atanos deftly placed his free hand on Scythe's arm and used it to flip himself over spinning in the air for a kick that Scythe fell onto his chest to miss before rolling and torquing his body to lash out with his left foot. Atanos let Scythe's foot catch him on the inside of his thigh turning as he did so the kick would more turn him instead of impact. Both Scythe and Atanos were back on their feet in seconds eyeing each other again.   They clashed over and over dealing blows and countering their opponents but never connecting with Scythe staying just barely out of the sword's path each time. After several more bouts Atanos finally pointed his deathscythe katana to the ground and grabbed the base of it pulling a thick rope with a scythe blade on the end from the katana's base. "Lets make this more interesting."   They lunged again but this time Atanos struck with the rope while they were breaking and the scythe blade scored a shallow mark on Scythe's face. "Look's like one point to me"   Scythe just shrugged as he sprang forward. Atanos immediatly had him more dodging then attacking using both the sword and scythe rope to keep Scythe dodging.   Atanos swung the sword to the side hard cutting a deep gash in the side of a building as Scythe teleported out of harm's way and a few feet behind Atanos who threw the scythe blade at him then flicked it when Scythe went to dodge making the blade change direction and score another hit across his left arm. "There is two. I guess I am going to have to slowly cut you apart."   He sprang for Scythe swinging the sword madly and getting another few scratches on Scythe. He went to duck under the sword but was met by a knee colliding into his jaw followed by the backside of Atanos fist as he spun backwards dealing a massive backhand to Scythe's temple sending him crashing into another building the impact causing the wall to crater and cracks to spiderweb out.    Scythe blinked a few times as Atanos teleported a couple steps away from him and lifted his chin with his sword.   "I don't see why they all say half reapers are better then pure blooded ones, I mean just...." Atanos was cut off as suddenly a spear tipped chain shot from the ground skewering his wrist then open making it impossible to get his hand back off. In pain he dropped the sword and screamed. "What the hell?" He went to try to cut it with his scythe rope when another shot out catching the other wrist in the same spot followed by two more into his ankles, the spear tips opening becoming more like grappling hooks.   Scythe calmly stepped out of the hole in the wall brushing himself off as he did, the four chains tearing up earth as the rest of the links came out of the ground and wall.   Atanos snarled in fury. "You used the cover of the wall to let these out so I wouldn't see"   Scythe nodded. "Correct" He watched Atanos struggle and try to teleport away but the chains held him in place.    "And here all this time I thought that sword on your back was your deathscythe" Blood poured from his wounds as he continued to struggle.   Scythe watched impassively the futile attempts before the chains began stretching away from each other causing Atanos to scream. Soon came the popping of joints followed by the sounds of flesh and muscle slowly tearing. This carried on for almost a minute though the moment Anatos died Scythe fell to his knees his body in ten times more pain then when he had absorbed the half reaper child.    Unable to move he coughed up blood on his hands and knees as fire coursed through his veins and mind. He could feel changes in his body as it absorbed Anatos into him. Suddenly his side exploded in pain as a shin connected with his ribs sending him crashing into a car then fall flat onto his face on the ground. Scythe managed to get his body propped up enough to see the Anatos' partner Mort standing before him.   Mort leaned down grabbing Scythe's face and forcing it upwards. "Thank you for killing that pest. I was not strong enough but seeing as how you took him down and now your helpless with taking him in I get his power and yours the moment I kill you. Farewell" With that he pulled his free arm back forming a knife with his hand then brought it down lighting fast though before it pierced through his face Junko slammed into him causing the nails to only graze his cheek.   "DAMN'T NO!" Scythe screamed out as he saw Mort twist his body back handing Junko into the street. Anger replacing pain Scythe shot his right arm out the chains lashing around Mort who was too focused on Junko.   "What the..." He words left him as he was hoisted in the air and slammed to the ground hard with Scythe on him in an instant slamming his fists over and over into his face.   "You bastard damn you damn you damn you!" He cursed as facial bones broke and flesh split until finally Scythe's right arm punched straight through Mort's head and into the ground. A brief second of sanity passed over Scythe. "Fuck me" Pain racked his body again as Mort's essence flew into him.   Junko pulled herself up and waited by till Scythe was finished with the seizure like episode and was slowly getting to his feet when she noticed something off. On his right arm now was a transparent green metal like cuff with a chain on it. "What is that?" She followed the chain links realizing they were attached to a similar cuff on her wrist. "Why are we connected by a chain Scythe?'   Rhea looked between them puzzled. "I don't see a chain"   Scythe's voice was shallow as he was still somewhat panting. "Only you...me.....reapers...and wraiths..... can see the ....chain." He took a deep breath before continuing. "You saved my life....now I am in you debt.....reaper law.....I am in a sense.....your slave until i repay it"   Junko grew confused. "Slave?"   Scythe's eyes narrowed. "Send me to get you coffee....you die" Suddenly pain racked him the moment he thought of killing Junko. "Damn't"    "Your kind are confusing" Junko pulled on the chain but wouldn't budge. "So how far does it stretch?"   "As far as you will it. The moment you will it to be short..." He was cut off has he was suddenly dragged across the ground to Junko's feet face first.   Junko stared at him as he lay their silently when a muffled voice reached her ears.    "Junko...."   "Sorry about that." She closed her eyes and the chain became slack letting Scythe stand up.   "Now listen closely to the rest of the rules. This will not break until I save your life......Your orders....I must follow to the letter. I can not kill or harm you. Whenever you call my name I will answer....I feel everything you do though you do not sense me. If you die I die though it does not work in reverse." He held out his right hand as Rotfire appeared in his palm. "Here you are tired and its making me tired."   Junko placed her hand in Scythe's and called the Rotfire to her as Rhea walked around Scythe eyeing him up and down.    "So you have to do what she says"   Scythe's eyes flashed dangerously though he was back in control of himself and his emotions though Junko's were resonating in his head. "You I can kill though"   Rhea wisely backed up her eyes wide. "Sorry"   Scythe pondered to himself. Xavier is going to be extremely upset once he senses that my contract with him as ended.   Junko rubbed her head feeling refreshed from the Rotfire but strained at the turn of events. "Alright...first no killing people you know are innocent. Second help us find Perseus"   Scythe narrowed his eyes. "You do realize that no one is completely innocent so that first one is no good. The second one would be best fulfilled by UWG bases and letting me take their souls."   Junko scratched her head. "Third destroy your amulet" She watched as Scythe did without hesitation. "Good now we can began"
  16. Scythe listened to the carnage below as Etna and Herutama rained hell on the UWG. He was almost so zoned out that he missed the sound of voices behind him. He turned over his shoulder seeing three women and two men in UWG uniforms ushering a small pack of about ten half demon kids. Suddenly he felt the pull, not a strong one but one of those kids was defiantly half reaper. His eyes laid on one who was wearing a pair of thick black gloves.    Too keep him from reading   The child stopping when he sensed Scythe's influence and turned towards him standing stock still for a second before pointing and screaming as one of the males just started to bring the chopper on the roof to life.    Scythe stared at the kid as the other male and two females trained standard issue pistols on him but he made no sudden moves. He watched as the other woman began herding the kids onto the mechanical bird when suddenly Xavier's order at the beginning rang in his head.    Kill all UWG and humans.   He teleported causing shots to be fired then stop as they tried to find him not realizing he was on the helicopter which now was completely warmed up, blades spinning in a blur. His chains shot out snaking their way through the children, several on one chain. Screams filled the inside of the helicopter as he slid the door close and the three UWG on the outside tried to slide it back open but couldn't with Scythe holding it. The man in the pilot seat went to pull out his pistol but stopped as he saw the scythe blade emerge from his chest before going limp. Absorbing all but the child half reaper who was wrapped in one of his chains he grabbed the joystick and titled it causing the chopper to rotate.    One of the woman didn't see the rear rotors coming her way and soon their was a spray of pink mist and two arms fell to the ground followed by a body missing from the shoulders up.    He teleported back outside finishing off the last two and watched as the helicopter slid off the roof towards the ground, the sound of its crash coming seconds later.    I wonder if they were in the way   He stared at the reaper child before slicing his scythe blade through the neck aiming it so he was not covered in a shower of blood. The moment the kid died he fell to his knees a strong pain erupting in his chest. Normally it was alot more painful but the half reaper must not of absorbed that many souls. Either way power was power. After a few seconds he climbed back to his feet getting his balance back before opening the door that the UWG had emerged from.    The moment he opened it he came face to face with another uniformed man and what appeared to be his wife and roughly four month old baby in her arms. He didn't seem to be carrying any weapons and the two of them froze upon seeing him silhouetted in the doorway.    Kill all UWG and humans   As soon as the thought finished the hallway had a brand new splash of red paint with the man's blood the woman on her knees covering her child. His scythe blade curled around up behind him like a scorpion wavering a few seconds as she screamed and cried before striking down killing them both in one blow. An order was an order and he followed Xavier's orders until something replaced that.   He continued down the hallways cutting down all that he saw, his chains rounding corners in front of him and returning bringing back either dead or screaming victims all which found their place in his collection. Soon the presence of souls began to thin meaning the base was becoming emptier and emptier. He was about to round a corner but jumped back when he caught movement. A giant telltale tan metal glove punched right where his head had been and soon the entire Iron Guard suit was taking up the hallway. Scythe slowly walked back noticing the Guard was missing its weapons. He found his back against the wall with the Iron Guard standing in front of him raising its fist.    He pushed himself backwards his body passing through the wall like a ghost as the fist came down.   The Iron Guard smashed through the wall and into the next room looking around before the screech of metal and the flashing of lights went off in its helmet indicating there had been a breach in the torso section though its alarms fell on dead ears. Within seconds the Iron Guard's soul, a half incubus was his. It was not a secret that the UWG brainwashed half demons from birth and used them for Iron Guards.    He stood there looking around, the flow of souls to him had diminished greatly and where now coming one here and there instead of in waves though none of them had been Etna's or Herutama's. He teleported back to the woods wondering where to go next. Brittany had been good and probably plenty of souls there still to collect. He wondered in that half oni, Junko her name had been was one of them. He had after all left her alone with no telling what was roaming those streets.    He sat down on a rock pondering his next move. There would be souls to collect everywhere but he preferred not to run into another reaper, he actually would rather have a full reaper over a half reaper due to the fact half reapers were so very different from their full reaper kin. He tapped a finger to his chin then decided to reach out to Revenant but was went with a weird feeling. He was there then not there then back again.   So Junko or Revenant?
  17. and its dead should of got my rp sooner before we all got lives again

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    2. Deadpool

      Deadpool

      Lol might as well get my mid life crisis over at the age of twenty five and save myself from being the fifty year old in a convertible with a bald spot

    3. Shwa

      Shwa

      lol I'm still in, just being patient

    4. Deadpool

      Deadpool

      just need at least two more people. 2 more just 2 freakin more!

  18. Name: Karthis Steel. Goes by Steel most the time Age: 31 Personality: Tends to be quite destructive and kinda goes overboard with it. He is brash, sometimes aggressive and blunt though does jokes and likes to keep people off guard. Somewhat of a heavy drinker and a flirt but he is cunning and smart, reading people to find their strengths and weaknesses. Always watching and observant though plays it off like he is lost in his own little world. Appearance: later Element: Fire, earth and Darkness Summon: Cerberus Summon Appearance: later Summon Personality: Cerberus bears three distinct personalities, one for each head granted though all seem to be angry and destructive all the time. When facing Cerberus the left head tends to be more mocking and demeaning then the rest, enjoying to cause mental and psychological pain and torment as well. The right head is nothing but rage and hate to the extreme and thinks of nothing but blood, carnage, and death. The middle though is the brains of the three and the one that actually takes command. More often quite but still has a anger burning inside of him. Travel Appearance: when Cerberus shrinks he actually becomes three separate entities. The middle head named Cerberus becomes the actual beast that travels with Vashon and is large enough to ride. The other two the left being named Scorn and the right being named Wrath become ghostly apparitions of demonic dogs that can appear and disappear though they cannot actually affect anything in the present world expect for be annoying. Background: Vashon was born into a moderate lifestyle his dad being a military commander and his mom a known fire user. Due to this he was well trained in the way of sword and fire. Everything was perfect in life until one day his mom was arrested and executed for being part of a known cult that dealt in human sacrifices and tortures. His dad and himself was immediately a suspect as well and was tortured for answers. Being only sixteen at this time caused his mind to
  19. Name: Vastras Tayrun AKA Vance   Age: 208   Gender: Male   Origin: Ascended   Appearance: Human Form and Ascended Form   Personality: Stoic calm and the very meaning or the word powerful. His very presence demands respect and is not one to be taken lightly. Not one for sarcasm he can be a tough and demanding leader but makes sure he knows his team completely. A skilled strategist and pilot he works out ever possible scenario in his mind to find the best solution to anything. His eyes speak of blood and battle though he is known to build a person back up after breaking them.   Job: Pilot   Skills: Due to his long life there are not a lot of things that Vastras is not well versed in though warfare and fighting are his strongest suits.   LYNX (AMP): Kiras AKA Glint   Weaponry: Two heavy beam rifles that have a large caliber rifle mounted underneath with semi and auto fire settings. On each forearm is what is called a buckler. The rear part emits half an energy shield that when both are on the entire mech is covered in a bubble. The front part house his energy blade letting him wield his blade and weapons at the same time. One the tip of each shoulder is a Swarm rocket pod. Each pod holds three volleys of five guided missiles. Connecting each Swarm rocket pod to the shoulder is a Dragon missile pod that hold three Dragon missile each making six in total.   Special Equipment: Glint always starts the mission in Alpha mode, His most agile and fastest form. What is known as the Mobility Pack which is two massive rockets and four smaller booster rockets is attached to his back. If he is going to be in one location for an extended length of time he will drop the back and enter Beta mode which is the same safe for the pack. If in need of more firepower he enters Delta mode, where he drops the Swarm and Dragon pods and the shoulders unfurl into six heavy beam cannons, three on each side.   Glint also possess two special drives the Omega Drive and the Echo Drive. Details on this while be found in the discuss thread Reckoning Specs   Snippet: Heavy metal echoed throughout the single hanger that housed Kiras or Glint as it would be referred to in the human language. Glint was kept in its own single hanger as was the other Ascended LYNX Hexri or Steel Rain that belonged to Drakvis. Separate from the hangers housing the top of line Earth tech Asgard AMPs, Vastras could work on his in peace, finding way to combine Earth tech with his Ascended tech in different ways.   Though Ascended tech was so much more advanced then what was here on Earth he still founds ways that it was beneficial in aspects. One was though Ascended and its members of the Empire used energy based weapons which were far more advanced then the earth ballistic based the Ascended armor was thinner and made plus coated in energy reflective alloys and particles. While stealth would be more on the Ascended side the Earth AMP's ballistic guns would tear through the armor well at least until the Empire made the modifications like he had. Butting the light Ascended armor on the outside and the thick heavy Earth armor on the inside he would be well protected if he ever got hit. unless a round hit him then an energy blast caught him in the same spot then he would be toast.   He cracked a smile thinking about that. Glint was one of the fastest in the Ascended Armada and the Empire. While Earth hadn't reached sustained flight and could only manage short five second strafing boosts he ruled the skies and ground here. The ballistics were another reason he had added the large caliber machine guns to the bottom of his beam rifles. The only downside he had was he had not found a way to work a ballistic shield into the mix though when the Armada came the energy based weapons would punch straight through the shields and the armor the AMPs used now. It would be a complete slaughter on both sides. Beams of energy ripping though shields and armor made to stop projectiles and projectiles ripping through shields and armor designed to stop beams of energy.   Many would die that day there was no way around it. Vastras brushed his hair aside as he continued making adjustments to the Nova propulsion system to counter the increased weight. Though it would be interesting to see how the Omega Drive would react with the thicker armor in the hands and feet. He made a few more tweaks before climbing inside the cockpit. Upon entering the screens came to life. LYNX cockpits were different from AMPs. AMPS used the joystick and pedals while the LYNX used a different style. It hand computer screens and keyboards for changing adjustments and checking gauges while stationary but on the move the user would be covered in a thin suit of metal and joints that sent fiber optic like wires through the skin and connected to the nerves making controlling the LYNX faster and more efficient.    Though the Ascended where ten to fifteen times more advanced then Earth he had seen just how much a human could accomplish in their lives. Though in the war the humans would be pushed till their backs were against a wall they would still make it hard and when they were cornered is where the playing field would level and the tech the Earth used would rapidly change. Suddenly one of the screens changed and a number of small windows started popping up with profiles of humans. Seemed Odin's team hand finished cross referencing the world for top notch pilots and or people fthat fit what he asked for.   Odin wanted to put together a team of the best pilots from around the world but he had argued against that. Pilots are not what win a war, they are only the part you see. He needed the behind the scene support people. Mechanics, weapon techs, power plant engineers, terrain and recon anaylists, emergency personal. He could train them all to be pilots but it was their skills in other aspects that would be the greatest weapon. He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he sat in the chair that rose from the floor while he flicked through the screens getting rid of ones who were only pilots with no special skills. He kept a few that worked with techs and specialists in testing prototypes instead of being on the front lines or had some assets in other areas.   Getting ones who were only pilots with nothing else would do no good. They would be cocky and headstrong and only get themselves and others killed. they were ones the he would not risk his life to save. After twenty minutes he had sorted it down to fifty profiles left and prepared to cut the number down even farther.    
  20. 800 dollars in fireworks too much? I think not

  21. Britain   Scythe materialized in a small wooded area outside of a town, well more of a UWG base then anything. The pull of death had brought him here and already there were a handful of souls immediately caught in his pull. Suddenly he heard the faint click of a rifle and turned to meet the bearer. A half vultivor name Herutama Reikon and a half satan spawn who called herself Etna Rhodes.     "Oh, it's you, reaper... What brings you here, Scythe? Malik or Xavier ask you to come put me down like a sick dog?"   "No such thing, Heru. It looks like you two might need some help here," Scythe said, watching Heru stow his rifle. "Why would I after all?" He noticed Herutama's clothes were ragged meaning the beast had come out recently.   "Oh, I don't know. You did help organize the Valkyries back in the day from what I understand. Figured you'd be coming to put a stop to my 'resistance' or some bullshit like that," Herutama replied, not pulling his eyes away from the half-reaper. "Whether you intend to help or not, I'm going to comply. I'm going to protect my family, even if it goes against what I believe in," Herutama said, clenching his fist. "I wasn't given the freedom to help half-demons and those like me just to be ordered to kill humans who haven't done anything. But I have no problem striking at the ones who caused all of this to begin with," he said, pulling his carbine back off of his back. He emptied the gun of its ammunition, reloading it with a strange set of bullets. They were each etched with demonic writing, none of them the same. "Now either stand with me or stay out of my way. It's up to you," Herutama said then looked to Etna. "Looks like they're sending out the end of this batch. The guards won't all be piloted already. Take out the pilots, then deal with any piloted Guards," Herutama stowed his rifle again after he finished loading it.   Scythe watched them as they surveyed the base. A good number of souls would be needing to be collected after this. Maybe Herutama or Etna might fall too. Either way it didn't matter a soul was a soul though different souls provided him with different uses. Human souls especially those in the UWG were great little spheres of information. Codes, whereabouts, numbers it was all there depending on how high that person was. Half demons and demons were about experience and power. Though at times we wondered what an angel's would be like. They did have to exist, if demons were true their enemies would have to be as well.   "Alright, Heru. Don't mind me if I deviate a little bit though," Etna said with a smirk. "Guess since you didn't change clothes, you don't intend to stay in this form for long huh?" Heru just looked back at her with a nod, before descending from his high ground in his lupine form. He moved without making much of a sound. Etna glanced back to Scythe. "Coming, then?" she asked before following Herutama's lead.   Scythe watched them go. "Coming where?"   On point they both stopped looking at him then to each other then back to him before Etna answered. "To help fight of course"   Scythe shook his head from side to side. "I am here to provide assistance with collecting souls.....not to fight."   Etna cocked her hips to one side tapping her foot. "Just look at all the Iron Guard!"   Scythe looked over her shoulder to the base. "...and?"   She slapped a hand to her head as Herutama just growled. "I don't get you Scythe" Suddenly she froze as Scythe touched her then touched Herutama who snapped his jaws a few seconds after Scythe removed his fingers but he was well clear. "Damn't Scythe warn me next time." Etna shook off the effects though it still felt like the first time he had read her.   Scythe tilted his head as everything new that had happened in their lives raced through his head. "Anue?   Herutama suddenly let out a low and menacing growl as his body tensed.   "She is...pack...though human...but yet...does not look like a normal human...interesting" Scythe appeared totally oblivious to the state Herutama was getting worked up him until Etna spoke.   "You going to kill her Scythe?"   "Why" He tiled his head again confused at her question. "As of now she is of no interest to me."   His statement made Enta shake her head and Herutama relax. "Your one confusing person Scythe"   Scythe shrugged. "Less confusing in bed...at least according to Laira."   "You slept with the bartender? How come she didn't kill you?"   Scythe shrugged again. "Succubi have a hard time killing other succubi or incubi through that matter. I have..... harvested enough souls to know"   "And here I always though you were a virgin" She turned to Herutama. "Shall we do this before I get a headache trying to figure him out."   Scythe watched them move out then focused his vision on the building picking out a good spot to watch while being unnoticed and still have the entire area to have under his pull. The next second he was on top of the building in the shadow of one of the angled roofs but still able to see over the grounds and the milling soldiers anxious for the song of Death to play. He sat down and crossed his legs his mind and body processing souls on a slow scale leaving his senses free to watch the coming events play out.   Age eighty seven....male.....half vultivore.....canomorph....Russian Sambo....knife in vest.....depth perception...range...snub nosed .44 magnum......father jin killed younger sister.....Ekaterina.....ran away from home....Russian mother....Liliya...father Japanese....Anue....with ....Kurama Saguro   His thoughts paused briefly as he recounted everything from the last time he had touched Kurama.    Half Seiakki....93.....male....Japanese American....mother Alcina.....brother Kazan killed mother and father.....   His mind filtered through everything he knew before he came to Etna's. This was a soul he always loved reading.   OOC: was not planning on posting right away so soon but Kayin brought me in so had to acknowledge other wise it would have been just plain rude lol    
  22. I agree with you allamorph I have heard the same thing about navy basic. Army basic has turned into the same thing to and marine boot camp has changed to. The hazing rules keep getting more and more stricter. The military just aint what it used to be but I still tip my hat to those who join.
  23. "Sir Valkyrie Scythe has just appeared in Brittany, France close to members Junko, Rhea, and C" A man in a suit leaned over the worker monitoring the positions of the major Valkyries.   "Good....Xavier will be happy to hear he has shown up. That one has always been hard to track"   Brittany, France. Industrial District   The Cerberus roared as it toppled buildings and crushed any unfortunate to be in the buildings or in its immediate vicinity. Purple mist rolled out of its three heads, any that breathed it in suffering a somewhat quick but painful death from the poison that carried on its breath. Soon the area was covered with rubble and blood as the Iron Guard and the half onidid their best to fight it back, but the three heads all being focused on the fight kept up, keeping them at bay.   From farther south, screams rose as explosions rocked the city where Rhea and C were currently at letting their wrath out on the city's populace. From other parts of the city the sounds of demon screams as they attacked humans echoed throughout. It was like this all over the world. Death was everywhere.   It was like music to his ears.   Scythe stood on top of a ten story building a block from where the Cerberus was at. In truth he had only killed a few humans so far and had become far more interested in the amount of free floating souls that needed to be collected. He just stood there holding his arm out as its pull brought souls from all over the city floating to it.    It was like the human form of Christmas. A vast power source that he could tap into. He hadn't even come across a single reaper yet, fallen or not. Like him they were probably too busy to really travel all over the place. If another reaper was even remotely close he would know after sensing his pull on the souls clashing with another reapers but as of right now it was free to reach all over the city.   He was lucky that he could carry an indefinite amount of souls, sorting through this many already would take days if he didn't want to affect his memories and mental state.   I wonder what limits I could reach when this is....   His thoughts were interrupted as the Cerberus crashed into the building he was on taking at last a fourth of the bottom floor causing the building to shake and slowly sway forward. He looked down to see that the massive beast had suffered many cuts and gashes but only superficial and nothing life threatening. The half oni girl and the Iron Guard were still alive but defiantly moving slower then before.    As the building began to lean forwards, its structural integrity compromised by the damage the Cerberus had done, he let himself go along with it his left hand removing the large sword on his back as he did. Once he was almost perfectly parallel to the ground he pushed off enough to bring his place to land within reach, the beast's unprotected back.    He slammed his sword straight into its spine and twisted severing its vertebra, rendering its back end useless. The beast let out three ground shaking howls of pain as it collapsed on the ground. He twisted the handle bringing the sword's motor to life, the vibrations causing more damage as well as keeping the regenerating ability that made the Cerberus breed so deadly from being able to fix the wound.    Black blood poured out from the wound soaking his boots as he held on while the beast began trying to shake him off. "Time to disappear" With a practiced jerk of his right arm, the black cloth unwound revealing a glowing blue with black and red stone looking patches throughout it. He pressed his hand to the beast's skin then curled his fingers, the fingers passing through the skin but not cutting it, simply just passing through like a ghost would pass through a wall.   He yanked up bringing the front half of the beast's soul out of its body. Tricky thing with removing a soul from something still living was that it still maintained the shape of what it was. Once something had died the soul would become a colored ball depending on what that being was. In Cerberus' case his body had a transparent green hue and was not happy about being separated from its body. It bucked and pulled trying to get back in and become whole again but the reaper's pull had already caught it.    His arm pulsed blue as blue lines streaked from his hand crisscrossing over the beast's soul wrapping it almost like a mummy before it started constricting forcing the soul to become smaller and farther into the arm until it was completely gone.    With the Cerberus no longer a threat he slowly stood pulling his sword out, the vibrations throwing off blood and gore until it was clean before turning the handle back deactivating the motor and sheathing it back on his back. he did a slight hope bringing him landing in front of the dead monster and in view of the half oni and the Iron Guard. The black cloth back covering his right arm from view as he slowly strode forward bloody foot prints being left with each step.   The half oni girl swore and tensed as she recognized him. He had become quite familiar with this response as most of VIOLENCE members steered clear of him. He was just as likely to kill them as anyone else and had killed well into the double digits of their own members though no one questioned him about it. According to them, he was just a loose cannon gone bi polar. A psychopath that saw neither friend or foe.   Not like he cared though. Being admired or respected by them was not high up on his goals. The Iron Guard's reaction was the normal UWG one. Life the wrist cannon and take aim while yelling insults. Judging by the voice patterns the person inside was female.    Not like it matters. Just would have turned against the half oni the moment Cerberus fell. So on that note.   Without a warning four spear tipped chains burst from his right arm. Three from his shoulder and one from his elbow. In a flash they raced towards the Iron Guard, who instead of shooting at Scythe shot at the chains instead. First mistake. The chains wrapped around her arms and legs one each then spread outwards forcing her into a spread eagle position though still continuing to hurl insults. Second mistake.    He slowly brought up his right arm holding his palm at the Iron Guard as another chain shot out, this one with a good sized scythe blade unfolding on it as it traveled. It struck dead center in the chest and passed through cleanly though emerged on the other side covered in blood. Granted Iron Guard armor was strong but then again a Deathscythe was the perfect weapon. If broken it would come back stronger and more durable. If it couldn't pierce or cut something it would become sharper. Always changing, always evolving just like a reaper did himself. Always staying at the top of the food chain.    Suddenly the chains became an eerie transparent blue color. The blood on the scythe blade fell to the ground as the blade was no longer in the corporal realm. the chains wrapped around the wrist and ankles retracted in a second while the bladed one came out a little more slowly dragging the white soul of a human female impaled upon it out of the heap of armor that fell to the ground with nothing to support it. She kicked and screamed all the way even to when Scythe's demon hand closed around the soul's throat. Just like with Cerberus, blue lines crisscrossed the body then she was gone.   With that business done he turned to the half oni girl who held her sword tightly.  She was not small by any standard well at least not in this form. He skin was dark as night with a stone texture look about it. Four horns adorned her head with smaller points branching everywhere. By the toned form of her body he could tell she could but up a fight though the Cerberus had defiantly worn her out.   "Hi...."    She jumped at the sound of his voice her black knuckles almost looked as if they were turning white. Though the moment his greeting registered she bore a confused look on her face. "Uhhh...hi?"   "I am not your enemy half oni"   She slightly relaxed though was still obviously tense. "Sorry if I don't believe you. I know who you are....Scythe...The Reaper of VIOLENCE....the only member who has killed a fair share of his own comrades so forgive me if I don't trust you"   Scythe shrugged. "I had my reasons.....they were.....weeds that need to be rooted from the garden."   "Whatever you say reaper"   Scythe took a couple slow steps towards her which she in turned took as many away. "Your soul interests me"   "i like it just where it is but I am flattered."   "I do not want your soul half oni. But I see by the color that you have not taken a part of Valkyrie. Your bear almost no taint"   She half cocked her head to the side though the sword didn't lower. "I am half demon....of course I am tainted"   Scythe shook his head slightly from side to side in a small 'no' gesture. "That is not true. Just because you are born half demon does not mean you are tainted. I have learned from birth everyone is pure. It is what they do that decides on how their soul reflects. I can tell you try to save lives."   "Well yours must be black as night"   With that comment Scythe hung his head though his face and tone still showed no emotion. "I do not have a soul."   Now the sword lowered. "What do you mean...you are half human."   Scythe took a moment to look around. Different colored souls still drifted towards him, his right arm absorbing them on contact. "Reapers do not have souls as I have learned. We just exist to collect. Though some have fallen and no longer follow their duties as they should we still bear no soul. Even the half reapers like myself do not either. Reaper and human blood do not mix as well like demons and humans. We tend to be....very different."   "So no soul, do you even feel?" She froze as she realized Scythe was now directly behind her, his chest pressed to her back as his left hand pressed to the top of her chest right below her throat. For a second she couldn't move then suddenly he was back across from her where he had originally been standing. "What did you just do to me?" Her sword back up   "Junko...age 83...female....half oni....6 foot 2 inches....called the she hulk by the bullies of VIOLENCE....hope you taught them a lesson...your sword Kanabo, grappling...your skin protects you greatly...enhanced sense...ability to consume Rotfire and heal yourself, a very handy thing...."   "Did you just read my soul?" Her hand was over her chest where he had touched her.   Scythe nodded. "Yes....your father...well lets just say you have had a rough life and I commend you on how you have lived."   "That's kind of personal stuff you know"   Scythe shrugged. "My curse. I read souls....go through their life in fast forward.....I feel every emotion and every pain that you felt....part of being a reaper...your friend Rhea, you two don't really see eye to eye"   "Not lately no"   "Opposite ends of the spectrum you two.....your searching for her brother...Perseus or Percy as you call him....C...a wraith....one that needs to sleep"   "Well we were on our way till everything went to hell" She lowered her sword put her arm was tense in case Scythe tried something else.   "Very well then I will be on my way." He turned around walking away from her for a few steps before looking over his shoulder at her. "Junko....."   "Yes?"   "If you need my assistance do not hesitate to call. I would rather collect ones you have killed then your soul" With that he disappeared into thin air  
  24. Gt of 115 is higher then alot of people. Congrats. Your up there with us few smart people. 125 for gt here could have done anything but I still went ground side combat. Its bad cause the asvab is a lot of common sense and most dont even get an eighty gt score
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