Ghouls
Man eating individuals. They cannot eat anything that is not the flesh of another human, or another Ghoul if they are desperate enough.
Scorned by society and despised by humans.
They have but two options; to live in secret, feeding off the victims of accidents or suicides so as to not starve, or go out every night to hunt their game.
They possess several special characteristics. Inhuman strength, a healing factor, speed beyond those of humans, enhanced senses, a skin hard enough to stop bullets, and the organ that has put them at the top of the food chain.
Their predatory organ, the Kagune. Hardened RC Cells that allow them to hunt their pray. They serve as their sword and shield. Some are brittle and speedy, some heavy and harder than even steel itself, they come in different shapes and colors, and some may even be pretty. Make no mistake, however, despite how they look, they are all lethal.
Their lives are ones meant to be lived in secret, making sure no one sees them, making sure no one discovers them, lest they want to be prosecuted by the feared CCG. The special police meant to regulate Ghouls. If one is discovered, they are authorized to shoot, and kill, on sight.
The humans adore them. They are their dedicated protectors, against the scum known as Ghouls. They are the only shield standing between them and the feared man-eating Ghouls. Even as they are admired, they too aren't any better than the Ghouls they kill, and sometimes slaughter.
No person is the same. Meaning that no person is as kind as any other person. Meaning that no person is as cruel as any other person. Yet, this might seem like a lie.
A CCG Investigator can be as cruel as any one Ghoul in search for their food. A Ghoul can be as kind as a human mother trying to protect her children.
The true nature of a person is always uncertain, even of those you call friends....
Our story centers around a group of four Ghouls, that met as kids in a dirty street of one of the Wards in Tokyo.
Having lost their parents, or perhaps discarded by them, they knew not how to survive in this harsh world, and with no relatives whatsoever, they truly would've had no guidance had it not been for a certain old man that helped them.
His kindness knew no bounds, and they had caught his eye. He took them all in, having the resources to afford having all of them in his house. A huge mansion, way out of the road and considerably well hiddeb between other more ancient buildings.
Once dressed properly and with basic education, the man discovered something. They were not normal. At least some of them.
When they tried to take a bite out of the food he offered them, they felt like vomitting. The meat looked delicious, and yet they could not stomach it down.
It was a shocking revelation for the old man. He knew that they were not humans, but Ghouls. And still, he smiled, as neither was he.
With this new information at hand, the man taught them how to use several of the special traits Ghouls possess. Using a Kagune, controlling their inhumane strength and other abilities, how to feed without having to kill, how to control their Kakugan, and how to better control their eating urges, through the use of coffee or similars.
The man schooled them, taught them how to mesh in with human society, and even allowed them to assist to school.
One day, though, the man was killed without previous notice, having had to fight for his life against the CCG, but never once revealing the existance of those four children. His most precious treasure.
His mansion was burnt to the ground and they were left without a home once again.
They decided to go their separate ways at such a time. They were still in middle school, or perhaps even in elementary school.
Perhaps they still saw each other from time to time, or perhaps they suddenly up and disappeared, there are many things that could have happened.
Yet, somehow, they all ended up in the same place. 8 years later, nostalgia hit them and they decided to visit the ruins of the mansion in which they lived the best years of their infancy, only to meet the others once again.
And some others not quite as familiar. Despite the fire, the foundations and walls of the mansion had not burnt all the way to the ground, and it hadn't been demolished either, instead serving as a refuge of sorts for a group of kids. Apparently, orphans.
When one pranced at them, they saw that the children were in fact Ghouls. Orphans like themselves who had somehow found their way to this house.
Was it fate? Was something telling you that it was the time to repay the favor? Regardless, you decided to stay and see what you could do about it....
Scorned by society and despised by humans.
They have but two options; to live in secret, feeding off the victims of accidents or suicides so as to not starve, or go out every night to hunt their game.
They possess several special characteristics. Inhuman strength, a healing factor, speed beyond those of humans, enhanced senses, a skin hard enough to stop bullets, and the organ that has put them at the top of the food chain.
Their predatory organ, the Kagune. Hardened RC Cells that allow them to hunt their pray. They serve as their sword and shield. Some are brittle and speedy, some heavy and harder than even steel itself, they come in different shapes and colors, and some may even be pretty. Make no mistake, however, despite how they look, they are all lethal.
Their lives are ones meant to be lived in secret, making sure no one sees them, making sure no one discovers them, lest they want to be prosecuted by the feared CCG. The special police meant to regulate Ghouls. If one is discovered, they are authorized to shoot, and kill, on sight.
The humans adore them. They are their dedicated protectors, against the scum known as Ghouls. They are the only shield standing between them and the feared man-eating Ghouls. Even as they are admired, they too aren't any better than the Ghouls they kill, and sometimes slaughter.
No person is the same. Meaning that no person is as kind as any other person. Meaning that no person is as cruel as any other person. Yet, this might seem like a lie.
A CCG Investigator can be as cruel as any one Ghoul in search for their food. A Ghoul can be as kind as a human mother trying to protect her children.
The true nature of a person is always uncertain, even of those you call friends....
Our story centers around a group of four Ghouls, that met as kids in a dirty street of one of the Wards in Tokyo.
Having lost their parents, or perhaps discarded by them, they knew not how to survive in this harsh world, and with no relatives whatsoever, they truly would've had no guidance had it not been for a certain old man that helped them.
His kindness knew no bounds, and they had caught his eye. He took them all in, having the resources to afford having all of them in his house. A huge mansion, way out of the road and considerably well hiddeb between other more ancient buildings.
Once dressed properly and with basic education, the man discovered something. They were not normal. At least some of them.
When they tried to take a bite out of the food he offered them, they felt like vomitting. The meat looked delicious, and yet they could not stomach it down.
It was a shocking revelation for the old man. He knew that they were not humans, but Ghouls. And still, he smiled, as neither was he.
With this new information at hand, the man taught them how to use several of the special traits Ghouls possess. Using a Kagune, controlling their inhumane strength and other abilities, how to feed without having to kill, how to control their Kakugan, and how to better control their eating urges, through the use of coffee or similars.
The man schooled them, taught them how to mesh in with human society, and even allowed them to assist to school.
One day, though, the man was killed without previous notice, having had to fight for his life against the CCG, but never once revealing the existance of those four children. His most precious treasure.
His mansion was burnt to the ground and they were left without a home once again.
They decided to go their separate ways at such a time. They were still in middle school, or perhaps even in elementary school.
Perhaps they still saw each other from time to time, or perhaps they suddenly up and disappeared, there are many things that could have happened.
Yet, somehow, they all ended up in the same place. 8 years later, nostalgia hit them and they decided to visit the ruins of the mansion in which they lived the best years of their infancy, only to meet the others once again.
And some others not quite as familiar. Despite the fire, the foundations and walls of the mansion had not burnt all the way to the ground, and it hadn't been demolished either, instead serving as a refuge of sorts for a group of kids. Apparently, orphans.
When one pranced at them, they saw that the children were in fact Ghouls. Orphans like themselves who had somehow found their way to this house.
Was it fate? Was something telling you that it was the time to repay the favor? Regardless, you decided to stay and see what you could do about it....
This is the story behind Tokyo Ghoul ∑. You, the players (included me) have discovered a group of young Ghouls. Some may decide to take care of them, some may decide to just leave them to their own fate.
Regardless, each and every one of your decisions will affect the course of this RP. There are several things against you. The CCG. Other groups of Ghouls. Perhaps even the same children. As expected, the world is your enemy. [b][i]Because otherwise it wouldn't be fair, right?[/b][/i]
The RP will take place in the 5th Ward, in Bunkyo. In here, Doves and Ghouls are matched in numbers, and both of them are pretty numerous. They engage in skirmishes pretty regularly, and at current the Doves have the upper hand.
They constantly search through the city for Ghouls, and those same Ghouls retaliate at each opportunity they get. A group known as
The Apex Hunters is the CCG's most troublesome enemy. There is not a single Ghoul in this Ward that does not know about them, and the same goes for most humans.
You've got 8 years to make an interesting backstory, and not every Ghoul has to be pure blooded, or born one. One Eyed Ghouls will be accepted, but only one. I want every character to have an special quirk.
Perhaps, they have two types of Kagune that they inherited from their parents? Perhaps they are a born One Eyed Ghoul? Perhaps their cannibalism has finally blossomed into a Kakuja? Get wild with this!
WE ARE LOOKING FOR PLAYERS. IF YOU LIKE TOKYO GHOUL AND WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN A STORY DRIVEN RP, THEN JUMP IN!
Here's a link to the OOC You will be able to make your character and work out the details of your backstory with everybody else.
