Real World Character

Name: Saori Nishihara; usually uses "dokuro24" as a username for forums and the like

Age: 24

Gender: Female



Short Bio: Saori grew up in Akihabara, Tokyo, the only daughter of two parents who were both very big fans of video games of all kinds. Together, the family frequented various arcades in the region whenever they weren't too busy with their jobs or school work. Eventually, when she was much older, Saori applied for a job of her own in the area and ended up working in a maid cafe because she had "the right equipment for the job", as her employer put it. As much as she wasn't keen on the idea of having her cursed body essentially being used as eye candy, the job payed well enough for her to get away with spending the rest of the day at home. Considering how absorbed she was into GBO, she really needed a well-paying job if she was to play it just about every day of the week and still be able to pay her bills.

Gun Burst Online Character

Name: Dokurohime

Gender: Female



Level: 90

Skills:
-SMG Skill MAX
-Shotgun Skill MAX
-3000 Points left over

Specs:
-Improved Speed x3
-Improved Reflexes x3
-Fast Aim

Signature Weapon/Combat Style: Saori specializes in speed and raw damage output, her weapons of choice being the Heckler & Koch MP5A3 for peppering foes with rapid fire SMG bullets and the Franchi SPAS-12 for pump-action shotgun mayhem. While running around like a blur on the battlefield, she catches her targets off-guard with a barrage of SMG fire and finishes them off with her shotgun when they're at their most vulnerable. Saori has said on 2channel and various forums in the past that the strategy more or less came from an old class-based team FPS she used to play, with a few minor differences here and there.

Inventory:
-8000 Credits
-600 Photonic Crystals
-A scope attachment for her MP5A3

Other



Misc:
English Voice Actress: Sarah Blandy
Japanese Voice Actress: Rie Murakawa

Name:
Shirai Hiroyuki

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Standing at the staggering 6'0", Hiroyuki is exceptionally tall for someone in Japan. While he calls himself "lithe", he is more athletic than anything else. Very little stands out about him besides his height. He is, while not ugly, not pretty. He looks extremely average.

Short Bio:
Legends tell of a professional team so strong that they have not lost a single match.

Because they didn't play a single match.

The life of Jade Knights was short lived. In the one month they were active, they were embroiled in so many controversies that nation-wide regulations came out specifically to protect players from these very situations. To make a long story short, Jade Knights had managed to pouch key players and fire them to disband other teams, put players in unhealthy living conditions, send one of their own players to the hospital multiple times, become involved with an illegal gambling website, get busted for counterfeit merchandise, and even more morally corrupt acts. Hiroyuki was, of course, a player on the team. He was scouted at the age of 16. Despite his young age, he had been playing the game for only 4 years, but somehow managed to become one of the top players in Japan. Using all of his measly savings, he went to follow his dreams.

He came back a confused and slightly more poor boy. Without much else in his life, he had decided to give up on his professional dreams to focus on schooling. Three years later, a rusty Hiroyuki decided to pick up the game once more.

Name:
Junkdog

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
A behemoth of flesh and steel, Junkdog stands at a hulking 6'9" (205.7cm). Weighing no less than 550 pounds, floors beneath him creak and groan as he move along them. His most notable feature is his head. Taking the form of a revolver on top of a shark-toothed jaw, his head is much too small to be seen as a helmet. The grip extends behind head, reminiscent of a short ponytail. His large, shark-toothed mouth is stuck in a perpetual grin, constantly taunting others to get closer. Dressing similar to classical gumshoes and detectives, Junkdog is almost always smoking when he's not in combat.

Because it looks cool.

Level:
90

Specs:

• Improved Strength x2
  Improves user's strength, allowing them to carry heavier loads, deal more damage with melee attacks and bows, etc.
• Improved Endurance x2
  Increases the user's health and stamina.
• Hyperdense Muscles
  Extremely improves user's strength and health at the cost of agility.
• Explosive Takeoff
  Allows the user to convert strength to movement speed in order to charge in a single direction.
• Iron Fist
  Improves the damage of your unarmed attacks.

Skills:

• Martial Arts - 1000
• Speed Loading - 1000
• Intimidation - 1000
• Grappling - 1000
• Shield Mastery - 600
• Others - 1400

Signature Weapon/Combat Style:
Junkdog, through usage of shields and elusive augmentations that take the slot of Specs, is known for being one of the few people insane enough to use almost exclusively fists. Rather than use swords, knives, or any actual weapon, Junkdog uses a mixture of boxing and grappling to destroy things that he manages to reach.

Inventory:

• Deployable Half-Body Shield
• .357 Magnum Gloves
  Woefully inaccurate with a three shot capacity, these gloves fire .357 magnum.
• Revolver Skull
  A cosmetic item gained from an April Fools gacha, this item replaces one's head with a revolver.
• Detective Outfit
• Cigarette Carton (cosmetic)
• 1 563 920 Credits || 3 Photonic Crystals

Sample Post:
"Get him!" Igor screamed.

"Shush," Boris had commanded, "he's in here."

"Sasha, keep the GL ready," Ana stated, "we're waiting him out."

Sasha remained silent.

In all honesty, Junkdog didn't know any of their names and he was too busy running from them to check. He just named them as though they were henchmen. Igor was muscular, short, and hotheaded. He looked ready to explode at any moment. Boris was tall, athletic, and attractive. He was the only one out of the four that revealed his full face—for good reason, too. Anyone who spent that long sculpting the perfect face would want it shown. Ana was their leader. She was built small and had a submachinegun to match. Sasha was fat, brave, but dumb. Anyone who made their avatar fat was brave and/or a memelord. The memelord bit was always hand and hand with being dumb.

Resting behind a crumbling wooden pew, Junkdog had been waiting. His large frame concealed by the cover of night and dozens of ruined benches. Was it a church? At some point, yes. It was nothing more than ruins at this point. Besides the occasional shuffle, command, or shout from one of the four stooges, it was completely silent. Junkdog remained calm. What was the old saying? Divide and conquer? They certainty weren't dividing. That meant all he needed to do was conquer them. No big deal.

As their flashlights scanned the church, Junkdog had been watching. While the stooges relied on flashlights, he was already adjusted to the darkness. He had been trying to form a plan, but could only find vague things of use. The pews were heavily damaged by time. And there were a ton of them. While there was only eight pews in a column, there were ten in each row. The stooges had to be careful where they shot. After all, there were hundreds of hiding places in this church. They were, no doubt, running out of ammo. Even Junkdog, who relied mostly on his fists, only had one or two bullets left.

The stooges remained by the only entrance. The church's stained glass windows had since been barred off and broken. The only intact window was over the entrance, twenty meters away from him. Though, how would he reach the stooges? The shortest distance between two points was a straight line. Pews, however, blocked his path. If he tried to sneak towards them, he would no doubt be caught by a light. However, in his mind, a plan was formed. It was a vague plan. He'd just move on instinct.

Pew. Straight line. Glass. Conquer.

Let's jam.

Quietly, Junkdog removed a single casing from his hand. He waited for any opportunity. With a careful flick, he sent the casing flying away from him. It landed behind an unwatched pew. Without so much as an ounce of hesitation, Sasha fired the grenade launcher directly at it. Just as expected. Junkdog took advantage of the chaos. As soon as the stooges had trained their sights on the explosion, he rose from his hiding spot. With arms outstretched, he grabbed the sides of the pews and pulled. The pew easily broke free from the rusted screws holding it in place. In one smooth motion, he threw his makeshift weapon at Boris and began to run directly at Ana. The remaining pews acted as a barrier, but they were no match for his might. Each one broke and crumbed as Junkdog charged. Igor fired his rifle at Junkdog, but his shots all missed. Boris had to try to recover from a sudden bench shattering on him. Ana was panicked. After all, behemoth of a man was charging directly at her. She couldn't even think to fire her gun. Sasha was desperately fumbling to switch to his pistol.

Colliding with Ana, Junkdog had sent her flying into the wall beside the entrance. Sasha had finally brought out his pistol and drew it as fast as his wide arms would let him. It was too slow. As he tried to aim the gun at Junkdog, a mere arm's length away, it was stopped by Junkdog's left hand. A quick cross struck Sasha's jaw, forcing him to do an about face and drop his pistol. Boris, now re-centered, aimed to shoot Junkdog. Sasha was in the way, his large frame managing to hide every single bit of Junkdog. Boris hesitated. Igor didn't. Opening fire, Igor struck his comrade time and time again. The occasional shot pierced Sasha's armour and fat, glancing a blow against Junkdog. It was fine. He could manage a few weak shots like that. A tell-tale click resounded through the church, Igor far too angry to immediately react. Junkdog pushed the recently-deceased Sasha into Boris, his rifle fumbling as the weight of Sasha collided with his arms.

Junkdog ran down Igor. With a heavy uppercut, Igor's full-face helmet was sent flying. A quick few crosses, and Igor was down. Junkdog turned his attention to Boris, who fumbled to get his gun from underneath Sasha. With a quick dash, Junkdog grabbed Boris' head with both hands. Not wearing a helmet was a mistake. Using all of his might, Junkdog brought Boris' head to his own. The two clashed with a fierce amount of power, but when flesh against iron would collide, iron would always win. Boris was down for the count. With a quick spin, Junkdog threw Boris by the head towards Ana. Ana, who had been rattled significantly, was finally getting her bearings back. She had managed to ready her SMG and aim it at Junkdog, only to be rebuked by her comrade's body. Junkdog picked up Sasha's grenade launcher and threw it directly at the glass window above Ana and Boris. The glass, angled inwards, fell directly on top of the two.

Like a cockroach, Igor had risen. This time, he didn't have any sort of gun. He had a knife and was determined to gut Junkdog like a fish. The knife itself was horrific, even for mall-ninja standards. It was made from a carbon alloy designed specifically to rip and tear into flesh. It had several more edges than the bog standard two. Igor grunted, wheezed, and laughed. His breath was ragged and rough.

Junkdog assumed a stance. Southpaw. His left hand remained by his head, but his right arm was extended towards Igor. The two remained at a stand still for a brief moment. Then, Igor charged at Junkdog, who squeezed his fist.

Bang.

A solitary gunshot rang through the church and dropped Igor like it was nothing. All four of his assailants were defeated. From a pocket in his coat, Junkdog pulled out a carton. He took a single cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He didn't even light it. He didn't even carry a lighter on him. Smoking didn't do anything in the game.

But damn, he felt cool doing it.

Misc:

Branches whipped by at an alarming pace as Leadslinger beat feet in a dead sprint. Behind her was a a three-man team out for blood. Her blood. She had popped one of their friends who she suspected had been stalking her and now she was finding out that she really hated fighting alone, even if she was good at it. Well, she had to be good at it. No one could really communicate effectively with her to pick up on a team fight so she had to make due on her own. A lone wolf. Well, the wolf was on the run now. But the wolf had a few tricks up her sleeve...

After a few minutes, she stopped and hunkered down behind a tree. She worked on calming her heart rate and catching her breath as she looked all around her. It was night. Good. She could operate well in the night, and the forest she had run into served to really hide her shadow. She just had to focus. It wasn't long before she heard the crunch and snap of leaves and twigs. The team was closing in, and she saw the subtitles of their talking on her HUD.

"Spread out and find her! I want her dead for what she did to Tanaka!"

"Yes sir!"

What she "did" was self-defense, but these didn't sound like the kind of guys that could be reasoned with. She sighed as she drank from her canteen and then put it back in its pouch. She then took the M7 bayonet out from its scabbard on her belt and affixed onto the end of the lug on the A-frame of her M16A1. With the sounds of footfalls getting louder, she knew they were getting close. But they were at least somewhat smart. The middle man was letting his teammates on the flanks push ahead of him in a sort of V formation. That was going to make it difficult, even more so if these guys had NVGs. She didn't see it, but no one could be sure.

Leadslinger listened as she planned her engagement. She could...no, she would take these guys out in one fell swoop. She had to. One twenty round magazine would be fine on semi-auto, but she was going to have to fire bursts and that would run the thing dry damn quick. She took a deep breath as she heard the footsteps now directly on either side of her. Do or die time.

The woman who looked like she stepped right out of the late 60's stood up and sighted on where she heard one of the crunches of leaves to her right and sprayed a long burst. In the light of her muzzle flashes, she saw the man go down. Not enough time to confirm the kill; She swung to the left while keeping the stock tucked into her shoulder and sprayed another long burst behind her. She walked the bullets across the way and cut down the second man. Now that just left one last guy. She popped out from the tree and emptied the rest of the magazine in his general direction. Sadly, with her position, she couldn't gauge exactly where he was like the others. So the fire was meant to suppress more than kill.

But, in the same manner, she saw the night light up and watched the guy duck behind another tree. There was no time to reload or else she'd be caught up in a prolonged gun fight, and she didn't want to deal with that at night. Too much could go wrong. So she put her rifle down at her hip, grabbed the handguard and stock firmly, and rushed out from behind the tree. The last man stepped out from behind his position to sight her in but he was too late on the draw. She had already closed the gap, and he had presented himself as a target for her. The bayonet sunk into his gut as she rammed into him with enough force to knock him to the ground. He didn't have time to try to get back up before she took the rifle up and used the butt-end of the stock to bash his face. A quick stab into the heart and it was over.

The scene was a bit grizzly as Leadslinger went to each individual and made sure the were no longer a threat and then left them there. It was done, and she was heading to the nearest populated settlement to bed down for the night. Hopefully without anymore trouble, as she nonchalantly slapped a new magazine into her rifle and smacked the bolt release. She activated her music module and listened to a song as she walked with the map.