Name: Twitch.

Universe: League of Legends.

Appearance: As quoted by an NPC, "IT LOOKED LIKE A GIANT GODSDAMN RAT! ...WITH A CROSSBOW! [...] YOU'RE NOT LISTENING! IT'S A HOMICIDAL, PSYCHOPATHIC, GIANT FREAKING RAT! IN A WAISTCOAT!" In-game art can be seen here. You can peruse an animated model of his creepy wiggling here.

Personality: Mocking, rude and gross. Twitch cares little for anyone but himself and laughs regularly at petty jokes and grievances. A kind of vaguely malicious whimsy accompanies most of his interactions. Twitch is particularly selfish concerning possessions, nicking and hoarding anything he fancies and quite resistant to having it taken away, although left to his own devices Twitch is liable to grow bored of his trinkets and abandon them. The taking or damaging of his alchemical projects tend to illicit a similar but more violent reaction. Spontaneous bursts of paranoia sometimes lower his mood into something resembling aggression, but his suspicion of others is usually quite subdued. Being shamelessly disgusting is Twitch's full-time occupation, and he takes quite some pride in activities like collecting toenails and licking various objects. Although he is completely fearless of disease and poisoning, Twitch is disdainful of sunlight, plants and anything clean. Accustomed to teamwork from his employment in the League of Legends under the Council of Zaun, Twitch has in recent years become more open to the idea of allying with others for his own benefit.

Skills: Twitch is an accomplished sneak. Very flexible and quite strong, he can maneuver quickly and silently through cramped, dark, cold, or otherwise hostile spaces, and disassemble his crossbow to follow. Climbing, swimming and hopping are all skills he uses to get around. The rat does need to be careful of giving his presence away to his more alert victims through his smell, however, and his size lends itself to poor stamina. Once he reveals his presence, usually with exclamations of glee, Twitch proves himself a formidable marksman, specialising in close, crowded, hectic skirmishes. Though his eyesight and chosen weapon are poor for distanced sniping, he supplements them with keen hearing and smell in short range. Twitch's body is a deliberate Petri dish of every kind of parasite and pestilence. While most of these don't last long outside of the virulent hive of Twitch's body, he has no hesitations about weaponising this trait, using his bodily fluids to encourage infection; Any wound he has scratched, spit or sneezed in should be very carefully cleaned to prevent gangrene. On a related note, Twitch is a peculiarly talented alchemist of organic substances, improvising dubiously functional fluids from any materials he may find.

Brief Bio: Zaun is a city where magic and technology run unrestrained by law and ethics, where strange people hiding under thick smog produce stranger creations, in purpose or by accident. Twitch represents a case of the latter. Zaun's labyrinthine streets overlay an even more grimly mysterious world of tunnels and pipes. The collective runoff from rampant experimentation pools in the sewers, and at some point in the past a rat suffered a scientifically unprecedented mutation somewhere in the depths. Whether Twitch is this rat or its offspring is unknown, but there is no creature quite like him in all of Valoran*. As Twitch grew in size and intelligence in the drainways, he claimed Zaun's underground as his territory, constructing hovels and makeshift laboratories in the pipes. Twitch became the inspiration for a kind of folktale among those who could find work no-where else but the pipes; A figment of the imagination to be feared when alone in the dark. The passing years saw Twitch become bolder and more ambitious, culminating in an event in which he ransacked a chemical laboratory for pumping large quantities of waste out of the sewers. Its personnel were killed and its structure damaged until it collapsed along with the tunnels riddling its foundations. Finally on the map of Zaun's dysfunctional law enforcement, Twitch chose to make his existence uncharacteristically official when he offered his destructive potential to the ruling powers of Zaun, who gladly turned a blind eye to his murders in exchange for a new political tool to use in the Fields of Justice- A collection of arenas within which champions fought to represent factions as opposed to allowing open war. Twitch had his own ulterior motives- With the support he gained from the Council of Zaun, he intended to replicate the circumstances of his own mysterious creation.
Chemical oddities, however, are not the only failed experiments to occur in Zaun. Unregulated magic is a considerable threat to public safety, and the no amount of science can perfectly predict the reactions of Valoran's unstable magic to an experiment. Twitch had no way to see in advance the dimensional landslip that caught Zaun in its grasp and dragged it kicking and screaming down into Crossover City, scattering many of its inhabitants. Far separated from his projects and with no knowledge of where he was, Twitch has no choice but to find assistance from other stranded individuals in returning to his home.

Equipment: A crossbow of fine craftsmanship but visible wear. A quiver containing 17 barbed bolts. A second quiver containing 6 larger, custom bolts designed to fly with the speed and range required to pierce a victim and deliver a potent localised dose of flesh-rotting miasma into the muscle surrounding a wound; These bolts are not reusable and require formidable skill to produce. 2 glass flasks of an adhesive fluid with a deeply nauseating stench, designed for throwing at a fleeing target; Given a bottle and sufficient time to gather ingredients, brew and ferment, Twitch can produce these himself. A pair of goggles to protect his eyes from damage and sunlight. A waistcoat with a handful of 'ingredients' jumbled messily in its pockets. A romance novel and crayon for making crude edits to said romance novel. An extended family of lice which, like all his other parasites, Twitch is on very good terms with.

Others: In-game and prior to the roleplay, Twitch's crossbow was once fitted with a vial which tips fired bolts with whatever liquid he could find to put in it. This mechanism is now broken; however, if Twitch can find a well-equiped bowyer and overcome his paranoia to trust them with his precious weapon, it can be repaired.

*Don't tell Rammus we said that, though. Or Rengar, or Alistar, or Renekton or Warwick or Volibear or the rest of the rather sizable proportion of the League of Legends playable character list that are sapient animals.

*Name: Sofiya “Balalaika” Pavlovena

*Universe: Black Lagoon

*Appearance:

*Personality: Due to Balalaika's leadership during the hellish fighting in Afghanistan, her men look up to her as their superior and will do just about anything upon her orders. As a combat officer, she is a skilled strategist and well-rounded fighter, capable of taking care of herself despite the fact that all of her troopers often worry for her. Although she has shown herself to be rather cynical on occasion, she is also a pragmatic and professional businesswoman. Balalaika regards herself and her men as soldiers who missed their chance to die in Afghanistan. While some of her actions can be interpreted as attempts to pursue an honorable death in combat for her men, Balalaika's status as a military figure is tempered by her role in the criminal underground. Although she is the leader of her faction of the organization Hotel Moscow, Balalaika is not above menial jobs and grunt work if the situation calls for it.

*Powers/Skills: As a former Russian soldier, Balalaika is trained as a fine leader and tactician. She is considered a fine marksman and sniper, which earned her the nickname “Balalaika”; which is one of Soviet army's slang terms for the Dragunov sniper rifle. She contains a strong mental fortitude after living through a war and working in dangerous and often dirty crime.

*Brief Bio: Balalaika was raised in a family with deep rooted loyalty to the USSR and its military, so it was only natural for her to enlist like her forefathers had. The young woman’s patriotism and hard work allowed her to rise through the ranks of the Soviet army, becoming a Captain and a Vozdushno-Desantnye 'Vojska paratrooper. Eventually she came to fight in the Soviet war in Afghanistan, but suffered severe burn marks which scar most of the right side of her face, neck, chest and legs after jumping on a live grenade in order to shield other members of her unit.

She was lucky to survive, and continued to serve after the fact until 1986 where she and her unit were discharged after the media discovered that they were involved in an international illegal operation. They then joined the Russian Mafia, and founded Hotel Moscow in the harbor city of Roanapur in southeast Thailand.

*Equipment: Makarov Pistol

*Others: N/A

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*Name: Glen Jacob “Kane” Callaway

*Universe: World Wrestling Entertainment

*Appearance:

*Personality: Kane is a sick and twisted man that gains pleasure from the torment of himself and others. He’s a quiet and methodical individual that uses his hulking stature to intimidate, and while he may seem like a mindless brute, Kane uses his mind quite a bit in the formulation of battle tactics in order to gain the upper hand on his foes. Even though Kane isn’t a people person, he isn’t against the formation of temporary alliances as long as a common foe exists, and he can gain things he desires out of the relationship.

*Powers/Skills: Kane is trained in hand to hand combat and submission techniques. Kane has a condition called HSAN (Hereditary Sensory and Autonomous Neuropathy) which, although it does not remove the ability to feel tactile sensation, renders Kane incapable of feeling pain unless it is in great amounts. Kane also has supernatural abilities that allow him to cause individual bolts of lightning to rain down from the sky, as well as the power to raise bursts of fire from hell itself.

*Brief Bio: There once was a family that owned and lived in a funeral home in Texas. The Callaway family consisted of the father who ran the home as a mortician, the mother who worked as the secretary, and the son, Mark Callaway who later became the wrestler known as the Undertaker. There was one other that worked in this home, a man named Paul Bearer who apprenticed under Mr. Callaway. During Paul’s apprenticeship he pursued an affair with Mrs. Callaway that resulted in the child known as Kane. Kane would be fronted as Mr. Callaway’s child and was raised as such, forming a close relationship with his half-brother Mark. They did everything together and Kane looked up to Mark as any little brother would.

Years would pass and life would continue normally, all until an event known as the burning of the funeral home that resulted in the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Callaway and the deformation of Kane. Little is known about whom or what caused the fire that would burn down the home. Paul Bearer claimed that it was Mark who did the deed, while Mark himself implied that Kane was the one who accidentally let flames run rampant after the young boy played with matches and flammable embalming fluid. While the causes remain hidden, the effects set in motion the events that led up to Mark joining the WWE. Kane on the other hand went into the custody of his real father, Paul Bearer, who went out of his way to hide Kane’s survival of the fire from Mark.

Kane would spend the next years of his life locked in a basement due to his severe burn scarring, and was forced to live with the psychological and emotional trauma that ensued. This eventually led to Kane being institutionalized, and was sent along a string of mental institutions until he was placed back into the custody of Paul Bearer. Reunited with his son, Paul would use Kane to enact revenge on The Undertaker in the WWE ring. The two brothers would feud over the next year, all until the Big Red Monster mysteriously disappeared…

*Equipment: An electrolarynx that Kane uses to help himself speak.

*Others: N/A