Name: Alice Tetriac
Alias: The Wolf
Faction: Half-Ghoul
Age: 22
Personality: Alice is a fairly calm woman, seeming almost bored with everything going on around her. Really, it's practically impossible to get a rise out of her unless you hurt someone she cares about. Often she'll show affection through excessively dismissive actions and words, but they often come with a slight smile.
Appearance: Alice isn't remarkable looking, with a lithe figure. Neither short nor tall at 5'8" with an average weight of 135 pounds. Long Raven black hair frames her mismatched eyes, one a deep Green and the other closer to Brown. When using her Ghoul side, one eye is darker than the other.

Her mask is a full face wolf, white with whisker like marks on the side. Small slits cover her eyes.

Her Kagune is a Rinkaku type, able to form up to eight tentacles, or up to four larger combined tentacles, which are various shades of blue you might see at the base of a fire.

In a pinch she can manipulate the ends into blades, and if she loses control completely she can form a complete Kakuja that takes the form of a spider.

History: Alice was an oddity from the start, being one of the rare surviving hybrids between a human and a Ghoul. Unfortunately, that oddity drew attention from those who hated humans... Causing her father to be killed while she was only 3. Growing up jaded to death, she did try to avoid killing to survive. Scavenging from accidents and suicides, Alice only really preyed on living Ghouls out of control or humans who performed violent acts.

Starting up a small Cafe just a year ago, Alice is looking to emulate the 20th Ward's Anteiku soon if she can get the support of other local Ghouls.

Until such a time, she continues to reach out to Ghouls through her Cafe, The Birdcage, and helps anyone in need as she can.

Skills:

• Tactical in combat
• Knows her way around electronics
• Designs masks, but cannot make them
• Excellent knowledge of human behaviorism and food
• Decent cook... Also makes the best coffee in Ward 8

Equipment: Varies, but usually just her phone.

Character Sheet

Name: Travis Malone.

Alias: Crimson cross.

Faction: Ghoul.

Age: 23.

Personality: Travis is a very precise person who makes sure to think things through properly, but will sometimes act in the moment reacting in they way he feels is best. Tho he much prefers planning in private on any number of scenarios. When interacting with people he tries to be very open and forthcoming with his details showing he has nothing to hide (besides being a ghoul). After getting to know someone well enough he may disclose his true nature but they would have to gain his utmost trust. He can also be very sarcastic but this is only to those he does not like or for a joke. Tho if you were to catch Travis in his free time he'd come of as a bit lazy and disorganised.

Appearance:

Travis has sharp blue eyes and short messy brown hair. He keeps his face shaved, his soft cheeks and nose make him appear a little younger then he actually is. He stands at 6 foot even and weighs around 80kgs, he is very lean and often conceals his physique underneath long sleeves and pants. His body isn't that special either looking well looked after but not excelling in anything. And he does love his suits and wares one everywhere, there is never a time where a nice suit isn't appropriate. His Kagune on the other hand is very robust being a kokaku. It's usual shape is a gargantuan blade that is highly reminiscent of a Dinovaldo's tail blade pbs.twimg.com/media/CZfY3L2UEAATdwl.jpg. It's enormous length and thickness make it very slow but extremely brutal, it may look like a sword but it's attacks are almost as blunt as a hammer. When it is active it completely covers Travis' right arm, it has great reach in its base form but it can hardly extend it's reach as a result. Being 3 meters long base and extending to a maximum of 4 meters, this devastating weapon can't really be used quietly.

Travis' mask covers his face in a white guise being almost featureless except for a large red cross that sits between his eyes. The eye holes themselves are also rimmed with red.

History: Travis was a lucky kid, his parents made sure his early life was easy which was fairly easy in the 8th ward. He keeps in contact with his parents to this day sometimes even having diner with them. But after Travis left home he had to fend for himself, he actually took to this new life style very easily. He learnt how to cook even tho he couldn't eat the food he made, but he figured that it would help give him good cover if he ever had a run in with the CCG. And when feeding he preferred to kill older people, they were slower and quite frankly much quieter. Plus there was less wasted life that way. Tho killing was not his first resort he tries to scavenge as much as possible only killing if he absolutely had to. His large intimidating Kagune helped him to ward off some Ghouls without even launching and attack. In his most recent year he realised how he felt kinda lonely and went around town looking for a possibly girlfriend, but he wasn't very successful he'd moved into a large apartment and had a decent job as a manager for a fast food joint, tho he felt the staff only interacted with him out of necessity. He did get pretty intense and thorough when it came to work stuff and he sorta got why they wouldn't try to keep in touch.

Skills:
Good cook.
Great at coming up with plans.
Management and coordination.
Situation analysis.

Equipment: Travis keeps his phone, house keys and Wallet on him at all times. He never really had the need to carry anything else.

Name: Kobayashi Taiki (小林大輝)

Alias: Tai

Faction: CCG - First Class Investigator

Age: 25

Personality:
Lazy and slacking, Taiki tends to be found procrastinating on paper work, eating something, dozing off, or simply walking the streets of the city when not working. He is unorganized and doesn't enjoy being the focal point of any major attention. He does however enjoy talking to others and making small talk, but keeps his relationships with most people relatively distant due to the nature of his work.
Likes
| Confined Spaces | Dogs | Relaxing | Good Books | Instant Ramen | Food Enthusiast | Smoking |
Dislikes
| Cats | Open Areas | Paperwork | Bad Books |

Appearance:
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 176 lbs

Quinque:
Taiki uses 48 mass produced quinque shaped as daggers (They retain the deep purple-black of most quinque not the silver depicted) known as "Nanashi" (No Name) as his weapon of choice and he stores them under his suit coat in specially designed padded pockets that acts as sheaths. They can be used at both close and medium range as he possesses great skill at aiming the knives when thrown. Since he carries them under his suit coat and not in a suitcase it is harder for Ghouls to figure out he is a Dove.

History:


Skills: What are you good at? Weapon use, tactics, great at diffusing a situation, cooking? Anything that's above average that you feel needs noted goes here.
Strengths

• Boxing
• Hand-to-Hand combat
• Throwing Weapons
• Quick Reflexes
• Instant Ramen God

Weaknesses

• Ukaku Users
• Bikaku Users
• Ranged Combat
• Dried Fruits

Equipment:
Along with his quinque daggers, Taiki carries with him his badge, cellphone, wallet and keys at all times. Occasionally carries a briefcase although what it contains is a hotly debated topic among his peers.

Name: Katashi Yamamoto

Alias: "The Red Tiger"

Faction: Ghoul

Age: 24
Personality: Despite his rebellious and aggressive appearance, Katashi is actually quite friendly and amiable to ghouls and humans alike. He's always up for a chat, especially over a brew of coffee or a smoke. Katashi is spontaneous with planning, unless absolutely necessary, not really his thing. He springs into action, always defending those who are helpless or his friends alike. Due to his almost reckless nature, he finds it difficult to hide that he's a ghoul, always wanting to use his 'evolution' for good whereas many ghouls would like to use it for nefarious purposes. One thing is certain, you can count on Katashi to jump in front of his allies, no matter the cost.

Appearance: Despite his friendly nature, Katashi could seem quite intimidating, standing at 6' 1", weighing 170lbs with a muscular yet slim build. When his eyes do not look like that of a Ghoul's, they're actually a deep blue. Katashi is always dressed sharply, usually his deep red style with his buttoned up shirt and waistcoat. His mask is that of a tiger, with slits for the eyes and a crimson red where the orange should be. Katashi's Kagune is Vermilion in colour and is released below his right shoulder blade. It forms over the front of his arm and juts forward into three prongs, like that of a large claw. These claws are thin and sharp, allowing Katashi to slice or stab. Koukaku types are well known for their heaviness and sturdiness, giving Katashi a great advantage in defence. While it's heavy, Katashi's no pushover when it comes to offence, however, defence is the best card in his hand.

(NOTE: Katashi does NOT have the markings around his neck like the picture depicts)

History: Katashi's younger years were an uninteresting blur. Being a pure ghoul, he wasn't like other kids. Still, his parents did their best to raise him up well and it worked. He was taught that even though eating humans were a way of life for Ghouls, there were methods he could utilise and utilise them he did. His diet consisted of, and still does to this day, suicide victims, very elderly people close to death and most importantly, coffee.

Katashi's childhood friends were also fellow ghouls. However, in their teens, this information got out and resulted in many ambushes by spiteful humans who were raised on the basis of hating ghouls. As the minority, the group decided it would be best to just take the beatings, not wanting to make a bad name for other ghouls hiding in the school. However, one day, the usual suspects came with an assortment of rocks, pipes and other makeshift weapons. Katashi had the last straw. He roared out, unleashing his Kagune and shielding his friends from the hail of objects. Before the blunt objects could be swung, Katashi threatened one of them, the tips of his claws pointed directly at the opponent's throat. The group was quickly dispelled and Katashi realised that defending those who could not defend themselves was his purpose.

Recently, Katashi has been mostly laying low, going from job to job and watching wrestling on the TV was his life. Although, every now and then, he rushes to someone's aid. A ghoul being ganged up on, a human about to unjustly lose their life or the prevention of crimes committed by humans and ghouls alike, making a name for himself as a Ghoul Vigilante known as the "Red Tiger". However, with the stirrings of Ward 20, could this be his true call to full action on the side of peace?

Skills:

• Skilled in Kagune Combat.
• Intimidation. Whilst he does not like to use it, he knows his figure can be imposing and useful.
• Athletic. Fighting crime is tough on the body.
• On particularly stressful days, he can smoke like a chimney.
• Brawling- While he's never had official training, he can hold his own in hand-to-hand. You don't survive fighting thugs without picking up a thing or two. His style isn't... breathtaking exactly. He's more akin to a prizefighter or some Yakuza thug than any kind of trained martial artist, but that doesn't make his attacks less brutal or effective.

Equipment: Katashi carries his phone, a pack of cigarettes and a brown satchel to keep his mask close at all times.

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Name: Zonbigōsuto Kyūketsuki
Alias: Bisuto Ketsu, "Wrecker", formerly "Needlepoint"
Faction: Dove - Rank 2 Investigator - secretly a natural One-Eyed Ghoul
Age: 21

Personality: As far as ghouls go, Ketsu is uncommon in that for the most part, his human masque is dominant over and substantially more developed than his "real" ghoul persona, an outcome of his worldviews and a necessity considering his job. In his pretense of humanity, he maintains a well-meaning, albeit forceful outlook, apparently desiring greatly to help cleanse the world of those ghouls who would kill innocent humans so heartlessly, and will apparently go to any lengths to achieve the destruction of such vile foes.

When he drops this pretense, much of his well-meaning nature vanishes with it, as well as his consideration of most ghouls as anything more than food, albeit intelligent and dangerous food - for some reason, his opinions on how humans and ghouls taste is almost completely reversed. In this mindset, he prefers to act as a stealth hunter, trying to get the drop on any given target rather than attacking them head-on, though this does not mean he is not an effective warrior in his own right.

Either way, he maintains a healthy distaste for "stupid people", though depending on when you ask him, who exactly counts as "stupid" will change entirely. On top of this, he has a bit of an unintentional charismatic streak, and often manages to be surprisingly charming, even romantic in spite of himself.

Appearance: Physically, Ketsu seems to be about as regular and unassuming a guy as you can get, at least for a Ghoul Investigator. Whilst certainly well-built, his foreign ancestry shown off through a lightly-toned complexion, messy brown hair, and a height of 172cm, he does not appear to be exceptionally muscular by the set standards, only reaching about 75kg for muscle mass, and you wouldn't exactly guess that the leftmost of his dark blue eyes would turn solid black with red iris when he releases his kagune. Naturally, he does not frequently manifest it, save when he manages to find some time alone with the body of a defeated ghoul.

Ketsu's ghoulish heritage has blessed him with a kagune. His Rc type is bikaku - supposedly the trump card, though he considers it a moderate advantage at best considering how it ties into the kagune RPS cycle - and so his kagune manifests as a trio of half-mottled, half-smooth, blood-red tails, each ending in a sort of needle-like cap with a different colour and texture to the rest of the tail. Rarely will the mottled surface of the kagune bear toothy mouths rather than the usual pattern, for Ketsu's primary form of attack involves impaling his target with the needle-tips of his kagune and draining them of blood and Rc cells, nourishing himself and tasting the victim as if eating their flesh whilst killing them in a way that leaves minimal hints as to how exactly they died. Preferred targets for these precision strikes include major arteries and the kakuhou of ghouls, for these are where the flow of blood and Rc cells is strongest.

When he does need to wear a mask to enact a kill, he prefers a smooth but solid plastic helm, designed to fold down for easy storage within his suit, with a distinctive design of sharp, stylised teeth in a mocking smirk across its width; the mask is almost entirely black, down to the wide lens covering his eyes, save for the solid white inside of the "mouth" design.

As a Ghoul Investigator, Ketsu also has access to the usual ghoul-slaying weapons of the CCG, and in fact has managed to acquire for himself a very specific quinque: that of his own late father, Zonbigōsuto Tarō, the ghoul formerly known as Wrecker. A koukaku-type kakuja quinque, Wrecker's inactive state is essentially a necklace with a metallic circular pendant attached to it; when activated, it takes the form of crimson crustacean-like armour covered in spikes, the helm crab-like with its eyeholes and antennae, and completed with two oversized crab's claws for hands, fitting over Ketsu's entire body when activated as both superior protection and an offensive boost; he is able to bear this armour's stamina-draining effects and substantial weight far longer and more effectively than most might anticipate, thanks largely to his own ghoulish strength and vigour. Better yet, it bears the capacity to alter its colour and texture to match the surrounding environment, effectively acting as active camouflage when necessary to let Ketsu maneuver into more favourable positions.

History: Sometimes, people do bad things for good reasons. Jane Doe, an English teacher working in Tokyo, fell in love with codewriter Zonbigōsuto Tarō despite knowing he was a ghoul, and likewise in the opposite direction, though both were at least somewhat driven by the knowledge that they'd likely not have children. When it then turned out Jane was pregnant, both did what they felt was best for the child: Tarō went out and began cannibalising ghouls, developing a kakuja and the codename of Wrecker in the process, and bringing back their flesh for his wife to feed upon, and Jane engaged in this pseudo-cannibalism that their child might acquire the nutrients it needed to live to childbirth. Apparently, both parents acquired the same odd sense of humour about names as their parents had had, and thus the resulting progeny was named Kyūketsuki.

It was never clear why, whether there were wires crossed in his hybridised brain or whether his mother's pregnancy diet had altered him somehow, but Kyūketsuki's tastes were essentially reversed from birth. Far from enjoying human flesh and blood, even when draining them with his kagune, he found them bland, almost bitter, and much preferred the flavour of ghouls that most others detested, even his father. Tarō, knowing full-well that his own cannibalistic tendencies were already a major threat to a family such as his, never mind those of a young half-breed who might achieve half-kakuja and get himself killed in his madness, decided early on that this preference was not to be indulged unless it couldn't be helped.

Thus, whilst Kyūketsuki was trained in the usual ways of ghouls - hunting, hiding one's ghoulish side, combat, and so on, and in his case the stealthier methods of finding and killing prey that his father preferred - he was also told in no uncertain terms that his nature as a one-eyed ghoul, and much less a ghoul who found other ghouls delicious, was not to be revealed to the world; hidden under a full helmet of a mask, Kyūketsuki eventually acquired the name of Needlepoint, for the wounds left behind by his particular brand of attack certainly seemed to have been dealt by oversized needles of some sort.

This, in turn, helped shape Kyūketsuki's worldview quite a bit. He never quite got over his view of ghouls other than his father as food, but at the same time understood the need to keep things on the down-low... and one day, it struck him that there was one group who consistently hunted the creatures down: the Commission of Counter Ghoul. And since the ghouls hunted by this organisation were already on the kill list, it wasn't as though they'd miss any of their blood... naturally, it was Tarō who pointed out that he'd be detected as a ghoul the moment he walked through an Rc scan gate, making his dream nearly impossible to achieve.

So too was it his father who further developed his kakuja into a form of active camouflage. So was it that Tarō acquired and translated to code a sample of his son's Rc cells, only to head out with a final farewell and the suggestion that if he didn't return, Kyūketsuki should approach the Commission and get himself that job as a Ghoul Investigator. Three days after that, his wife and son accepted that he had passed away, and with what Kyūketsuki imagined might be his own final goodbye to Jane, he headed to the nearest Ghoul Investigator Training Academy at the age of 19, only to find that somehow, he was able to pass through the scan gates as if he were human rather than ghoul.

Joining the academy, under the alias of Bisuto Ketsu, was the easy task. Making sure he didn't out himself as a ghoul was surprisingly harder, even with his years of practice to draw upon - not least because he had to consume "normal food" in the presence of his peers, only to vomit it up later on - though he did manage to place himself at the top of the class physically, if not mentally. Happening across a high-ranking Special Class Investigator midway through his first year, then, was sheer dumb luck, and it was with this individual that he made a deal:



Suffice to say, this was more than enough motivation for Ketsu. His academy years passed in a blur of social interaction, feverish studying, consuming food only to throw it back up later, and the occasional murder of somebody outside the academy who wouldn't be missed; whilst his physical superiority over every other classmate was assured from the start - though only just enough to maximise his grades in this regard, based on the percentage of his true strength, speed, and precision he ultimately offered up - it took an extraordinary amount of effort to further ensure that his coursework and theory was up to scratch too. His final grades ultimately put him in fourth place, granting him a reputation among the staff as an overall powerhouse of a young man: very strong, yet smart and dedicated too, with much knowledge of Ghoul Countermeasures Law and few notable flaws. The thought he often mused upon after being told this was "If only they knew how much of a powerhouse I am."

He expected to be transferred to the CCG Main Office, where in between his usual missions, he would ask to talk to the Special Class Investigator who he'd made his deal with. Much to his surprise, he was instead transferred directly to the CCG 8th Ward's Branch Office, under the command of that samesaid investigator - apparently, somebody had been keeping an eye on him, and the man running Ward 8's daily operations was very impressed that Ketsu had actually pulled off his end of their bet, though Ketsu remained unaware of the man's actual position. With minimal pomp, Wrecker's quinque was handed over to the man who was secretly his son, and in the few weeks since then, Ketsu has shown little sign of slowing his roll. Not to mention, he now seems to have all the food at his disposal that he could ever want - albeit with the caveat that feeding himself covertly is sometimes a touch more difficult than expected.

Skills:

• Combat training with both a bikaku kagune and various types of quinque
• Incredible precision both on and off the battlefield
• Compartmentalisation of mental states, specifically the divide between human and ghoul personas
• Stealth hunter tactics, his preferred form of attack as both a dove and a ghoul
• Exceptionally potent physical abilities... compared to humans
• An overall nice guy... or so you'd think

Equipment:

• Wrecker, a koukaku-type kakuja quinque, described above.
• "Needlepoint" fold-down helmet, described above.
• CCG ID
• Smartphone
• House keys
• Wallet with money and cards inside

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Name: Naosada Mori (ナオサダ 森).
Alias: Inugami (犬神).
Faction: Ghoul.
Age: 20.

Personality: Naosada is a supremely confident individual. He usually knows exactly how he feels about any one-thing the moment it is brought to him. However, this sense of certainty is often coupled with agitation. The world, he knows, is not made for him. Ghouls are meant to hide and run, two things he is often displeased with. Either from one another or from the CCG. This coupled with his reluctance to incite mass bloodshed has placed him in maddening loop of inertia. He's fixated with observation, analyzing those and the world around him to dictate his actions. When he does interact with others, he chooses what words to say very carefully. This intense focus and often unnerving concentration produces mixed reviews, but it has undoubtedly created an unnatural air about him.

Appearance: Naosada Mori is less of a physically imposing figure than one might assume. At best, he stands at about five-foot nine, nearing ten inches, with a ropish-figure. His skin always appears to be sun-kissed and his eyes are like fresh embers. They smolder with thought, burn with judgment. Despite the harshness of stone gaze, they just as easily turn innocent and kind, as they can deadly. One might suspect him a Ghoul without those telltale eyes off his presence alone. Which is why its not often many see him.

His predatory organ or Kagune sprouts from his tail bone exceedingly quick. First in the fashion of single, whip-thin tail with a nasty bard at its end. The whip-thin tail can extend up to twenty feet, retract back, and its barb--with its high-concentration of RC Cells, can turn reinforced steel into mince-meat. In all actuality though, his Kagune, of the Bikaku type, can sprout up to five separate tails.

History: June Mori was his mother. He lost her at the age of twelve and from there became a small, yet historic disaster. Naosada the Child, killed indiscriminately. For a few months he had been recognized as a binge eater in his home Ward. He was unstoppable, he had been told, a parcel of raw instinct. There were deaths everyday during his run, whether it be children, adults, or doves didn't matter... the coverage of the Inugami would horrify the citizens of Tokyo for years after. His actions caught up to him a mere three months later when the CCG decided to take him seriously. They compared him to a dog on rabies, biting anything in sight before scurrying away.

Naosada should have died that night. He was surrounded by four professionals, all vets, all wise. And would have if not for his uncle Takamochi Mori aka The Pen. Plain and simple, he found the lost son of his sister, paid Ghoul mercenaries to buy time, then made off with the feral monster. It took time but eventually Naosada confronted his demons. Takamochi for all pretenses became his father and mentor. Now a master of stealth, unless he wishes to be seen, Naosada has since visited the other Wards, observed their actions and ways of life. The Eight Ward is just another stop on his path to enlightenment.

Skills:

• Minimal Movement Combat.
• The Art of Silent Walking.
• The Anatomy of Ghouls and Humans.
• The Art of Couponing
• The Art of Portrayal (Human Edition)
• Enhanced Sense of Smell (Beyond Average Ghoul)

Equipment: Basic travel essentials. (Duffel Bag, Tooth Brush, Tooth Paste, Mouth Wash, etc.)

Name: Kazu Kujo
Alias: Little Demon
Faction: Ghoul
Age: 18

Personality: Kazu is pretty much the definition of a street punk. You can usually find her loitering in seedy areas, generally being a hoodlum. She’s the kind of person who would jump off a roof on a dare, laughing all the way down. She tells dirty jokes, laughs way too loud, and has a fiery temper. She’s a very action-oriented person, willing to fist-fight anyone who she feels deserves it. Under her very rough exterior, though, Kazu is fiercely loyal and resilient. It takes a lot to bring her down, and she can always pull herself back up, and when she trusts someone, she would go to the ends of the Earth for them. She tends to be a bit too trusting, though. When someone shows her any kindness above common courtesy, she has a habit of getting attached, making her easy to take advantage of. In a few words, Kazu is a punk with a heart of gold.

"Man, I'll kick anyone's ass. I'll kick your ass, I'll kick your dad's ass, I'll kick my own ass! I don't care."

Appearance: Kazu is a very small and unassuming person. She’s short and thin, with a young-looking face. Despite appearing weak, she can really pack a punch, taking full advantage of her strength as a Ghoul. Her hair is cut short and sloppy, often tangled and messy, hanging in her face. She pretty much only wears one outfit, a black raincoat over one of the two shirts she owns (an AC/DC crop top and a skeleton sweater), ripped jeans, and old sneakers. Kazu has a Koukaku type Kagune, which manifests as large spiked claws around her right arm. When dealing with other ghouls, she wears the hood of her jacket over her head and a full-face red and white Oni mask.


History: Kazu Kujo was never very good at hiding things. She wore her heart on her sleeve and always tried her best to be honest and genuine. Normally, these would be admirable qualities in a person, but when you’re a Ghoul who eats human flesh to survive and your whole species is wanted by the authorities, honesty can get you into a lot of trouble. Kazu’s family had to move around a lot to stay out of trouble, and in every place they lived, Kazu ended up getting into some kind of trouble. She was often met with fear from adults and hostility from other kids, as it wasn’t hard to suspect that she was a Ghoul. Despite the immediate fear that came with one of your neighbors possibly seeing you as a food source, the Kujo family wasn’t really much of a danger to anyone. Akiko and Mamoru Kujo didn’t actively hunt. In order to keep their heads low, they got all of their food from a third-party source.


The family’s nomadic existence ended in Ward 8, when Kazu was fifteen. It had been a particularly bad day for her and she was feeling completely fed up. On her way home from school, a group of older students picked a fight with her and she couldn’t control her anger. She unleashed her Kagune, completely outing herself and her family. There was a quiet moment when both Kazu and the other kids were frozen, processing what had just happened, and then Kazu ran. She went straight home, panicked, and told her parents about her mistake. They packed fast, but the CCG got to their home faster. Kazu managed to escape, but her parents were captured, killed, or both. She never found out what exactly happened to them.


Left without a home or family, Kazu lived on the streets. She survived by doing odd jobs for whoever needed a hand in exchange for food or money, wearing a cloth surgical mask to hide her identity. She had deals with various Ghouls in which she did whatever they needed, and they saved some meat for her when they hunted. She made plenty of connections and friendships, but got into just as much trouble. A good amount of the jobs she was doing were illegal, and a lot of the people she dealt with had enemies who saw her as an easy target to hurt them. Despite appearances, Kazu was tough and a good fighter, and always managed to come out of any scuffles on top. Many called her a “Little Demon,” and this caught the attention of a certain gang leader.


Anri Hanazawa was the de-facto leader of the Diamond Kings, a street gang made up of a bunch of misfit Ghouls. She had heard about a young Ghoul who really packed a punch, so she set up a test of sorts. She sent six Kings on a mission to find the girl and fight her until either side couldn’t fight anymore. Anri watched the whole brawl, and it was really something. Kazu had incapacitated four gang members before succumbing to exhaustion. At this point, Anri came forward and offered Kazu a bottle of water and a place in the Diamond Kings.


As a King, Kazu gained food, shelter, and a group of friends she would kill for, in addition to a proper mask; an Oni mask to match her reputation. Word has spread through the underground that the Little Demon has finally chosen an allegiance.


Skills:

• Athleticism - Kazu is strong, fast, and agile, and knows how to use these traits to her advantage.
• Underground Connections - She has a lot of scumbags and ne'er do wells who are fond of her, human and Ghoul alike; plus, she’s under the protection of a steadily rising gang. Basically, if you mess with her, she won’t be the only one you’ll have to deal with.
• Friendly - If you can get past her crassness, she’s really easy to get along with. It's part of the reason she has so many connections.

Equipment: Kazu always carries a backpack on her that contains everything she owns:

• A spare shirt and set of underwear
• Her mask (when she’s not wearing it)
• A wallet
• A utility knife
• A book (Good Omens)
• An iPod and headphones
• A burner phone

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Name: Yuno Jericho
Alias: Yu
Faction: Dove, Rank II
Age: 24
Personality: Yu is... hard to describe. She knows how she does things is quite stupid and she frequently has no plan, but she believes that the best stories and situations evolve when you run in with no plan. She knows how to be "serious" when she needs to, but she rather would like to stay fun for a good amount of the time, equivalent to all of the time. She likes mexican cuisine, being unpredictable, and situations that are incredibly hilarious. Lastly, she's bisexual (extremely large preference to women, almost exclusively so) with a rather odd attraction to ghouls. Most of the time she can keep it under control, but sometimes things get a bit too hot for her to handle. Oh, and she also tends to tar and preserve the limbs she's taken off of someone for no particular reason, although it's likely that they aren't for trophy purposes.
Appearance: Yu stands short, at about 4'11", boasting an average frame and long, dark brown hair. She has a long scar down her left leg, but she doesn't really know how it got there in the first place to be honest.

Quinque - The Iron Grip: Her quinque is... well... a grabby claw. Y'know, one of those robot claws that a kid would carry around as a toy. Made from a bikaku kagune, Yu largely uses it for restraint purposes, but it can also double as an effective baton. If it manages to clamp around something, the claw part will fire spikes into the grabbed area, mimicking an Iron Maiden as the spikes pierce through the skin and cause some real damage, or applied directly to a surface to extend a large blade capable of disrupting a ghoul's Rc cells if hit in the right spot. Additionally, on the same side as the claw, a large blade can fire out from one side of the claw and soar through skin and bone, able to completely detach a wrist or ankle, all from the press of a button. It's dangerous, but you wouldn't assume that from it's appearance.

History: A largely unimpressive childhood will be glossed over as we discuss Juno's current life and the last few years of that. She signed onto fighting ghouls as soon as she could've, however she wasn't really good at studies and all that matter. She was incredibly talented with using unorthodox weapons (such as a grabby claw she carried to class one day when she forgot to get a real weapon), but was only able to graduate just barely as she was at the lower ranks of her class. Not the lowest, but it was still pretty damn low.

After graduating, she was sent to Seto Tanaka to receive more hands-on training. Yuno figured it was because she was in trouble and it was like that one movie she saw, but the actual reason was that Yuno showed promise in being a strong investigator with her abilities to use rather interesting weapons. Unfortunately, she flunked her tests that prevented her graduation, but thanks to Seto, she was able to get a job as a CCG desk jockey.

That would continue until the day where she was tired. Tired of being some desk jockey, she decided that on the one time she would likely ever be called in, she would prove herself to be able to do the kind of stuff she saw others do. The kind of things she admired.

And that's what she did.

She demonstrated her skills with unorthodox weapons when she was called in on that one mission. The weapon she chose? The same grabby arm she took to class that one day. Somehow, she managed to get a kill despite the terrible odds she had going against her, and as a result, was promoted to a Rank II investigator and admitted a more thematic quinque. The Iron Grip, to be specific.

Since her promotion, she was moved to Ward 8 to take it easier than normal, but she's still actively looking for a way to get promoted again... and she's looking for someone to likely spend some time with.

Skills:

• Lightening someone up.
• Using unorthodox weapons.
• Cooking.
• Flirting.
• [CENSORED]
• Being quite unpredictable.
• Barfighting.
• Drinking, surprisingly enough.

Equipment: The Iron Grip, at all times. A cellular phone. A black bomber jacket. Approximately anywhere between $10-$50.20. A package of Trident gum. Her CCG ID. A Molotov cocktail and a lighter on standby.

Alias: Or really something in reference to him. He’s sort of a following title known as the “Ghoul Eater”.

Faction: Investigator - First Class Investigator

Age: 32

Gender: Male

“Don’t stare at me like I bite, I won’t….much” -dry laughs- “You should really see your face right now. I am only joking with you.”

Your eyes had a hard time focusing on what you should look at first. His gray irises were haunting to look at, they were piercing and even when he was trying to lighten you up you couldn’t, but couldn’t help feel trapped in his gaze.

You felt like your own reflection was held captive by his gaze, imprisoned by spherical observation from a visionary study. It bore inside of you or more like tried to wear your mind to figure you out. Stare anywhere else and it didn’t feel comfortable either way.

Half of his face was mangle on the left side, his teeth were exposed, thick raised scars cut across the wound like it could retell the story of how it all happened, he was so gaunt in the face in some places and his face was so narrow that it gave you the feeling you were staring at the mouth of a skeleton or corpse. Which didn’t ease your troubleness in his appearance.

He was a sparrow in your eyes, he was so bony and thin you wondered how he managed to pass the Investigator exams in the first place. He reminded you of a very bony fish or at least what was leftover of the carcass after you cleared it of its meat.

His suit was neat, maybe a bit too neat, inhumanely neat. It was well pressed to the point there were no wrinkles, his collar was too straight for your liking. It was like he was trying to give the impression of sophistication and it worked, but for all the wrong reasons. His slacks were black and straight, without a wrinkle in sight, and the only impression that he was not a mechanical man was probably his dress shoes that had minor wear and tear on it.

It was a neatness that didn’t suit him, when his wavy hair was comb, but laid whichever way it please. Like he spent enough time to comb through it, but not really where he should place it letting it lay naturally wherever it may. Or the fact he smelled of cigarettes.

He was in every way caucasian, his pale complexion didn’t change your point of view about the side of his mangled face looking like it deserved a place in a zombie flick. Even when you tried not to look at any of those details, his hands were bony you could see where the main vein lay.

“Don’t you have very busy eyes,”
“Oh, uh, sorry,”

“No it was very interesting,”

Interesting how? In English he a very clear Standard London accent, though he wasn’t very clear as to where he was actually from. Though in Japanese that isn’t well heard, he speaks fluently enough that he can get away with an odd word here and there.

His voice was a lot more subtle than you’d think it should sound. On looks alone you got the impression of someone who would also speak in a very sinister way. Instead he spoke in two ways that betrayed each other's affect. His voice was modulate, it was well controlled, and had a pleasant softness to it that would have been comforting if it didn’t feel flat and monotonous at the same time. The dryness in his tone, and gruffness didn’t really help to convince you that he wasn’t at least faking a little bit of what he was saying.

He stands at 5’11”, 180cm, and weighs 135 pounds, 61kg.

Quinque

Gluttony - Ukaku - Tegaki Shoku





This is probably where those silly Ghoul Eater names came from, is for his most noticeable weapon Gluttony. Gluttony looks on the surface to simply be a Tegaki Shoku glove made into a Quinque, but has a noticeable feature. The under claws, often used to grip onto things, extend with the upper claws to form a mouth. This mouth essentially bites down on whatever is the target is pointing at, at a medium range. Though it doesn’t necessarily need the mouth to be a functional weapon, as it also works like any normal Tegaki Shoku.

Sloth - Koukaku - Arm Bracer



Nobody likes their flesh ripped off, it’s painful and honestly not something someone wants as a vacation to deal with. Sloth is essentially as a lightweight arm guard, with a nasty temperament. It may just look like an ordinary armor hat guards his arm, but when it is struck it activates a defense mechanism that manifest a buzzing saw that attacks the highest nearby Rc cell concentration.

Agito “Dragon’s Jaw”
*as seen in appearance

The mask that Grant wears is named Agito, the kanji written to mean “dragon’s jaw”. It is the token of one of his first successful kills. He wears it to send a message to Ghouls, a message that apparently worked if his face has anything to say for it. A black half mask, ripped where Grant's face took the most abuse. Agito is only worn for special occasions. He isn't so attached to it that he'll wear it everywhere.

Personality:

Pretending to be human is a good way of describing Grant’s personality. He can fool some people, but not everybody is fooled by the surface level amount of charm he has. Study too deeply into Grant and you find yourself a warped individual who probably is as Human as a Ghoul is Human. It gives some the impression of a mechanical being who is merely playing along what it must mean to be Human or at least their perception of what Humans act like.

On the surface, if you’re not paying enough attention Grant is a charming, intellectual young man. He has his oddities and quirks and certainly looks terrifying. And he always sort of creep you out, but you just don’t know why you like the guy.

Pay closer attention to the depths and the man is often by avoided others. When the surface begins to crack, it begins to display a man whose very nature is hollow and plastic. He rarely shows a display of actual affection, everything he ever says comes off rehearsed like he’s practiced it in his mind or at least is imitating how other people speak.

There is an offness about him, that make you begin to realize that he may just not care. The reality is Grant lacks the capability to empathize with other, or sympathize with them. He’s always processed his emotions, he’s never felt his emotions. Everything is filtered through a rather callous point of view of the world.

Where people are puppets, that you can twist their actions with simple words alone. And Ghouls are fascinating insights into the mind of a cruel creation. People don’t interest Grant, they are rarely rational, rarely intelligent, and rarely ever are as composed as they like to think they are. Ghouls fascinate Grant and excite him. He seeks to understand their mind because he believes it is what separates him from other Investigators.

It probably does to some extent as well. Grant is not an easy man to admire nor an easy many to like, his callous, analytical point of view about the world and the fact that he cannot shed a single tear of grief for those in grief makes him less than human to some. Incapable of feeling love, incapable of feeling grief, guilt, or shame, being an Investigator is an easy pass for Grant to allow him the freedom to do what he desires.

Death excites him. Horror makes his skin crawl with joy. All the things most would be repulsed by he is absolutely captivated by.

Despite this no one has ever seen Grant lose control. Well not in any sense a normal person would lose control. He’s too calm, too quiet, nothing seems to phase him in the same horrific manner it may another person.

He’s always been cautious and careful, he thinks before he acts, but doesn’t necessarily always have a plan for every given situation. Though he processes things at much higher level than most people on average would so he’s quickly able to come up for a solution towards a problem.

And against his nature or to an outsider looking in it would seem against his nature, there are things to consider about Grant that could be considered positive traits. He is loyal and will honor those he is working with.

Not because they interest him in anyway, but because of a deep level of complicated morals that others might not understand. Anyone inside of his circle is sacred and thus to be spared. Anyone outside of his circle is free for him to scrutinize, judge, or butcher.

Grant doesn’t necessarily lash out at anyone he deems unworthy of his time in the first place. If you have been considered something to spare for whatever reasons he may deemed, then you are most likely to gain yourself at least a reliable partner. Usually because he finds you insignificant, but at least he has your back despite not feeling threatened by you.

In his spare time Grant likes to people watch. He’s even been seen to prowl a little behind people to see how long he can keep up with them until they notice him or he loses interest. His only real in depth relationships seem to be with his cats.

Any other outside relationship has been a series of failures one after another because Grant cannot fake human for far too long. Love and relationships are far too complicated of an emotion to be able to mimic without the other partner feeling like the other isn’t giving enough.

He also seems to have a habit of poorly made jokes at the expense of others. Such as watching their reactions by telling them something he’ll know will press a button. Or using a silly straw to drink out of instead of a normal one just to get people’s reactions.

Grant may be an entirely broken individual, but he is a good Investigator. Cunning, intelligent, and able to think fast has allowed him to rise in the ranks. His unorthodox methods mean he is often left to his own devices by others, besides his partners.

Grant shows some kind of odd form of compassion to his partners. He’s not really capable of it, but has managed a bit of it over the years. To tolerate another person in his presence for long periods of time.

All in all Grant is not an easy summary or an easy read. To even to begin to unravel the nature of his dichotomy would probably take several hours, and several, years worth of therapy sessions.

Skills:

Perceptive -

It’s very hard to pull the wool over Grant’s eyes so to speak. Due to his past circumstances he’s been taught or conditioned to look at every little detail with deep scrutiny. Everything is somehow connected to something in someway and you have to look for the tiniest detail that may not seem connected to an event because it might be an insignificant detail or it could be something bigger than that.

For example in a case where a victim was bludgeon on the head, why is her hair on the doorknob, because she was smashed into the door. And what do you know blood particles in the keyhole. Every detail must be looked at and then eliminated.

It isn’t just with objects, but people as well. They like to think themselves so composed and so in control. But you often find them slipping up when something is done that is not expected or if they think no one is watching the, That’s why it is so important to watch them. It is so important to find their buttons, what makes them tick, what makes them them.

“Stalking” - I prefer the term Stealthy Following

For a man as tall as he is, he certainly can hide in a crowd well. When he has his eyes on someone it’s like their vision is burned in his memory. He is able to narrow or focus on them and cut out the noise of the crowd. And only visualize them. How he is never noticed by the individual is a mystery to most people, and for a human it’s quite impressive how he’s managed to “mask his presence”.

Ghoul Behavior “Expert” -

Grant seems to be the only person fascinated with the idea of trying to get into the mindset of how a Ghoul thinks. He almost seems obsessed with the idea. He doesn’t just investigate a crime scene. He tries to get into the mind of the perpetrator in question. He ask himself questions about the crime scene, and takes a rather while to absorb the details of the scene. A person can leave just the tiniest hint of themselves in the crime scene.

For example a butchered body, mangled, with no recognizable features, may mean whomever committed the act is feral, or feral like. One that might enjoy the hunt or the kill or the thrill of butchering someone. Where would they hide? Well if they are feral, cornered animals like the dark, so I would find somewhere dark to hide.

But if the body was left in a state of mostly intact pieces, with a few choice areas of cuts. Then you could discern the individual has some kind of remorse, or some kind of emotional rationalization. Where would I hide, out in public, in the crowds, but maybe I would anxious. Maybe I would be nervous or something about me that draws a stranger’s attention.

And so and so forth. It isn’t about killing Ghouls. It’s about wearing their mind. Maybe just maybe it would be easier to hunt them and keep them in control.

Manipulation -

He’s never really been above doing what he needs to get what he wants. People are still toys, things he can push their buttons and make them do things that he wants them to do. Because people are irrational, emotional, and once you figure out what makes them tick you can easily find a way to manipulate them to do things you want them to do.

Offness -

Albeit a bit more of a passive capability of his. Grant has always come off a little off to people. His creepy nature can sometimes be to his advantage, as it can be a bit intimidating to be in the same room as him. You know there isn’t something right about him, but most people don’t have the capabilities to dive much further into it.

Fishing -

A man cannot have his hobbies? No one bats an eye at you when you go fishing, there’s no people, there’s no crowds, and you can gut an animal without anyone looking at you with suspicion.

Baking -

Another quiet, relaxing activity. I know how to make edible flowers, and how to make the cupcakes look accurate to the ones on the magazines. Problem is no one at work wants to eat my baked goods when I bring them to work. Oh how suspicious they are. That would be if I got fired or demoted.

Equipment:

His Quinque of course, though they are in his case if he needs them, it’s not like he brings them everywhere.

His Wallet which includes;

One of those coupon cards, that you get stamps on it, “Get 10 Cups of Coffee and get 1 Free” , has 5 Stamps on it

Coupon for free cold brew coffee

A handful of receipts in the money pocket

Several different credit cards

His CCG ID

His regular ID

He carries several different cellphones at a time in his car at least, many of them are prepaid phones that have a certain amount of data on them

On a keychain he has several different sets of keys aside from his car keys and his house keys, he has keys for his mailbox in Europe, he has keys that don’t seem to go anywhere either

Lint Roller in his car usually

Carton of cigarettes

Pink Twirly Silly Straw

History:

The Lietner has probably went down in more infamy than it has ever fame. His father John Lietner was probably more famous in Europe. But that fame probably began to spiral down into infamy the more John completely lost his mind. There really wasn’t much to salvage about John’s personality in the end. At least his son has always seemed, or at least seemed to come out of the situation more intact than his father did.

Most of Grant’s early life was exposed to traumatic horror that would have otherwise left a child in a state of fear, but somehow Grant took his father’s lessons more like inspirations, challenges, and other number of task his mind could process it. His mother Sophie died when he was too young to remember her. A Ghoul who had it out against John stalked and hunted her down.

Some say that was John’s decent into madness. Others say John was clearly already mad before that. John was was very paranoid and suspicious man due to his job and the death of Sophie the only thing that probably made John feel human pushed that suspicious and paranoid man to the brink. Who then mentally tortured his son for years.

Some of it was usual stuff, screening every single person Grant had ever perhaps wanted as a friend. Though even as a kid Grant had a hard time connecting with kids his age He struggled with internalizing emotions in the same way they perhaps did and his father strict, suspicion of others didn’t help social skills flourish.

Every single person you knew could be out there to get you. The friend you consider could be a ghoul. Grant wasn’t allowed out at night by himself. Grant wasn’t allowed friends. Grant wasn’t allowed to answer the door if he didn’t recognize the person as immediate family.

Then there were the harsher lessons. Like the time his father butchered the family cat in front of him to teach him or maybe perhaps force some kind of sense of grief into him. All because Grant had asked to go out to a seminar for school.

Or the time his father suddenly turned on him and tried to kill him to show him that anyone he knew could try to murder him. To condition or teach his son to always be on his toes.

John lost it in the end. His mind. His reason. He was irrational by the end of retirement. Irrational, paranoid and perhaps a bit psychotic. And his son ended up being the witness to it, not the victim of it. Though maybe some people would move that around and say Grant was the victim of his father’s crazy.

Grant on the other hand. Well most people think he has come out of that situation quite well. In fact most of them think he’s more capable than John. That he might succeed where his father had failed. Grant went to the academy, to follow in his father’s footsteps. In a way those that knew his father tried to encourage Grant of the good qualities of John before he went mad.

Grant didn’t really care either way who John was because John was John. Grant was Grant. And Grant would succeed higher than his father. Grant would take all the things he had learned from his childhood and use it towards this future of Investigator.

When his exams were up, Grant naturally passed the General exams with flying colors, well above some of his peers. But Grant barely passed the physical exams, slightly below average in his scores, and had difficulty with the strength test. He had never been really good at gaining much weight or muscle like some of the others. But he made up for it in his intellectual abilities.

He’s been praised in the past by his mentors and has been noted to have at least killed twelve Ghouls in his career lifetime. But Grant is not satisfied at being just a First Class Investigator, that is not good enough. He aims to be a Special Class before he has decided to retire. He’s already hit the hallmark of being First Class before he turned thirty, but he was already pushing close to thirty when he did.



WIP

Age 25 - First Kill, Ghoul Mask Acquired

Age 27 - Attack by Ghoul, Facial Damage

Age 28 - Promotion to First Class

Age 30/31 - Transfer to Japan

Name: Monika Sigfried

Gender: Female

Faction: Ghoul.

Age: 32

Alias: None.

Appearance: Monika stands a daunting 6'4 and weighs an equally intimidating 207lbs


Mask: Monika doesn't wear a conventional mask preffering to just cover her head (excluding her eyes) with bandages. When she needs to use her mouth she just removes the bandages covering it.

Kagune Characteristics: Rinkaku. Her Kagune is comprised of 6 savage looking barbed tendrils that are effective at both stabbing and slashing at her foes, the serrated barbs often bury deep into the target making it hard for even Monika herself to remove them.

Personality: Monika is a rather simple person, knowing what she wants when she sees it. And she's not afraid to take what she wants either, be it by force or trickery (mostly force). She also has no problem with using human tools and weapons to achieve her goals. She's a very strong willed person who plays the game by her own rules, and anyone who tells her otherwise can look forward to being beaten within an inch of their life. She is highly aggressive and slightly greedy, always hungry for a proper fight. If she's eating she'll normally not share a single scrap and if the ghouls around her have a problem with that she'll make an example of them by eating them as well.

History: Monika was born in the small Russian town of Aramil, but life had anything but small plans for her. From the age of 1 her farther abused her, her farther would continue abuse her throughout her first three years of life. She would always heal back from whatever wounds her farther would inflict, so they got progressively worse his Kagune sometimes even getting involved. Her mother would encourage him shouting slurs at her that she couldn't even understand, and her big brother would make every moment that her farther wasn't beating her almost equally as scarring. But then on her third birthday she got out of the way of her farther's savage fist. He was enraged but before he could compose himself and take a second swing Monika's Kagune burst from her back and went through her farther's head. Monika's mother and older brother looked on terrified as she little girl was soaked in her farther's blood. But Monika was not done yet, as quickly as she had killed her farther she did the same to the rest of her family. All she'd ever know was hate, and she was going to share her hate with the world. For the first year of her wandering around she didn't kill many people, in fact most ghoul feedings she walked upon would would scatter, not out of fear but more out of wanting to give the starved little girl something to eat. But in the oncoming years she would progressively get more and more aggressive, actively hunting and killing humans, she even fought a few ghouls winning a few of her bouts.

When she hit the tender age of 12 she really started getting into it, now she was killing humans and ghouls alike in fits of savage hunger. She was almost never satisfied not only was her hunger massive but her appetite for battle was also a urge she needed to quell. She'd killed 1486 people before she got caught, the only reason she got so far is because they thought it was different ghouls causing each attack, but they were all Monika... So there she was incarcerated and sentenced for death at 15, it was not regulation of coarse but she'd killed roughly 10% of Aramil's population, not a crime many could compete with, and not a crime there were really any regulations set for. They tried giving her the chair, but instead of dying she would actually laugh as if she somehow enjoyed it before eventually falling unconscious. They gave it three tries, her body was about to give out and she would have been grilled to death but when she thought the fourth shock was about to start there was nothing. She was confused at to why she wasn't dead, then the door opened up and a man in a suit walked in. This man directed some police officers to remove her restraints, she was to weak to do anything at this point, all she could do was watch the ground move as she was picked up and dragged into some kind of vehicle.

She eventually passed out as the vehicle took off. When she woke up she was tied to a chair, she tried to get out but was shocked to the point where she couldn't move. She still laughed at the shock but couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness. Then a voice crackled over the microphone, "So you like to kill?" the voice questioned the voice was raspy even through the speaker. The question hung in the air for a good minute before the speaker spoke again, "So you're not in a talkative mood, I can respect that. I'm not sure what I would do in your position, but I don't think I'm messed up enough to get myself into the shit storm that is your record." the voice let out a sigh. "I'll rephrase my question in a way that you might better understand... So, you like to hunt." Monika's attention was instantly caught, whoever was behind the microphone noticed. "So you do then. I take it that civilians are to easy for you, it would make sense that bears and wolves might be harder." Monika looked up at the speaker, she was surprised the person knew so much. "What I offer here might be enticing to someone whit your... Personality... I offer you the opportunity to kill, but not only for yourself, but also for your country." Monika's head lowered, she didn't care for her contry. The voice let out another sigh "I'll give it to you simple. We are going to give you the means to globally seek out whom ever you want, and then kill them. In exchange you will kill the targets we set for you..." Monika's head raised again, if she could go wherever she wanted she might be able to find a challenge, she might find worthy prey. Hell the people that she would be told to kill might prove challenging. Monika was a simple creature and this man behind the speaker, whoever he was. He had just given her an offer she couldn't refuse.

So Monika agreed with a nod, Monika had not used her voice in such a long time. It felt strange to her, it was so different since she last used it, it sounded mature "I'm in." were the only words she could muster. And they were the only words the man wanted to hear "It's settled then, but first you must go through training. The people you are going after won't be as easy as a street ghoul, they are highly trained bodyguards armed to the teeth with weapons you don't even know exist." Monika practically vibrated with joy upon hearing this, threats she didn't even know about? What fun they would be to overcome!

And with that Monika's training began, first she was taught taught how to fight someone unarmed. She seemed to have a knack for it, she also behaved incredibly well not killing anyone. The promise of a challenging kill was the only thing she needed to keep her from playing up. She eventually developed her style, she focused on shattering blows followed by rapid strikes the the heavily damaged area. In most cases this would leave the internals of the plastic internals of the test dummies completely scrambled, like well cooked eggs. These were human dummies of coarse, a ghoul would be much harder to scramble. Then Monika trained with knives, learning the perfect spots to cut, to get the desired effects. Quick death, slow death, paralysis what ever she needed to bring you down. Then she could have her way with you, be that making you scream or eating you alive as you helplessly watched her teeth dig into you flesh. She took a little longer to master knife combat but she did in the end. Next was firearms. This is where she started to show her true potential. Due to her ghoulish strength she could use the firearms in unconventional ways like dual welding high calibre weapons like sniper rifles, and in some instances automatic shotguns. She showed great aptitude for integrating gunplay into hand to hand combat she preferred using an MP-412 REX loaded with .38 special rounds, she was a good shot with them as well. She could still use a sniper or a shotgun but she liked being in close range and shotguns took up to much space, and through all this she never once used her Kagune. She hit the age of 18 before she was sent out on her first mission, and it was a wild success for both parties. Monika actually had a bit of trouble and the Russian government had one less person to worry about.

Monika continued on this path for another 14 good years. And for Monika the rush from the first few years had died down, she'd completed 137 contracts, this brought her confirmed 3267 if you included her childhood kills and the guards that guarded her targets. It is unknown how many people she killed in her free time but it is estimated to be a comparatively small number enough for a ghoul to survive that amount of time, but numbers were meaningless to Monika. There was no thrill all it did was fill her stomach and that wasn't enough, yes she loved eating but she loved a challenge more. All she could do was train and search for more worthy targets. Then on her 138th mission she'd had enough she was bored so she dropped caution and just went straight for her target, she'd chosen a bad time to do this. This target was prepared for her and had laid a trap for her, and she loved it. Her target watched in horror as her highly skilled men were torn to shred, she was lucky she'd been watching from a monitor many miles away. This woman who'd witnessed her assassin's savagery quickly launched the foiled attempt on her life to the internet. Russia instantly cut all ties to Monika and threatened to kill her if she tired to re enter the country. Monika was fine with this, Russia was the first place she scoped out for worthy prey. Monika vanished off the grid with relative ease given the fact that Russia had already removed most of the traces of her existence.

Now that Monika had no obligations to anyone she took her time searching for a worthy foe, and the Japanese CCG caught her interest. Perhaps they had forged a worrier worthy of her time, so Monika learned Japanese and took the first flight she could over. She'd forged Id's before and knew how to bamboozle an airport security force. After that she made her way to ward twelve to see what she could find there, a ghoul detention centre was bound to have some nasty figures there. By the time she'd gotten to ward twelve she was starving, then she caught a whiff of something delicious. There was a dead person somewhere waiting for her to eat them, if there was another ghoul there she'd just kill them.

Skills: Killing, Murder, Homicide, Hand to hand combat, Knife combat, Firearms specialist, Multi linguine (English, Russian, Japanese, German), Durability, Fast regeneration and Assassination.

Equipment: All manner of wonderful killing toys. Knives for the most part, maybe a gun if she feels like it.