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Maxxy

Maximiliane Hase

Gender: Female
Furry Species: Lagomorph

Height: 4'8"
Weight: 92 Lbs. (42Kg.)

Personality: Most would regard Maxxy as insane. She revels in violence and acts almost exclusively on impulse. She's also quite self-indulgent, frequently eating and drinking even though she never seems to grow beyond her small frame. In fact she seems to bite most unknown objects that reach her mouth. which is probably why she doesn't smoke. She also hates fanciful words like "fanciful". Despite all this, she shares her partner's love of adventure and justice dispensary, and it seems that she's inherited her Sam's detective skills. She's surprisingly proficient in finding clues and evidence, stumbling across them in an almost happenstance like manner. She also has a soft spot for children.

Though she's quite mercurial, around Sam she seems very different. She is much more restrained, and acts almost as his sidekick. She trusts him a lot, and follows him around quite often. Without something to remind her of him, she can frequently be seen reminiscing about him. Despite this they insult and threaten each other often, but this seems to be in good fun. They also used to be very physical before Sam got shot, but the two have toned it down since then. Though they both care for each other deeply, even Sam and Maxxy can get confused on what exactly they are. They've even been known to contradict themselves in the same sentence.

Biography: Maxxy was born into a large family, and was quick to hide inside and play violent video games, since "they were the only thing that understood her." The only time she would come out to play was when her friend Sam was around. The two were inseparable, even more so when, mysteriously, Sam's parents disappeared. Sam was adopted into the Hase family, sort of, but he never forgot that day. It's what gave him a burning need for justice, and to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. This need was shouldered by Maxxy, who promised to murder whatever Sam wanted.

Fast forward a few years, and Sam discovered the Freelance Police, a gang dedicated to protecting the innocent, and performing grievous property damage. Once the two had been kicked out of the house because Maxxy lit to many things on fire, Sam insisted the two join and Maxxy followed him without a second thought. Sam was accepted in with ease, Maxxy with a little trouble, and they began work on the long and winding road of attempting to fix the horribly broken city of New Earlton. The two took to the work with gusto, and they went through many trials and tribulations. Gang members, insane informants, corrupt police officers. All of their adventures were very interesting, including artifacts of the old world, and many a conspiracy. Or so Maxxy says.

Eventually, the pair's luck ran out. As they were ascending the ranks of the association, mostly due to Sam's ingenuity and Maxxy's bloodlust, a specific case changed the two forever. The two were assigned a mild seeming case investigating into some stolen auto parts soon after a new man came into power, a bear named Flint. The two arrived on the scene to two fellow Freelance Police officers. Sam quickly asked the two what was going on, but three guns were drawn. Those of the henchman, and Maxxy's. The officers told the pair that the Freelance Police were under new managment, and that the two of them ought to leave while they could. An act of mercy for two go getters that Flint liked. Sam told them that they oughtta leave, before he and Maxxy forced them too. The two pairs stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity, before a shot rang out.

The officers lept behind cover, as did Sam and Maxxy. But the portly Sam wasn't fast enough, and said bullet landed in his leg. Maxxy managed to deal with their assailants, but Sam was injured, and now the two were out of a job and on the run. Sam, fading in and out of consciousness, told Maxxy of a hotel called the Hole. The two of them would be able to hide out there, for a while. Maxxy hopped in their cruiser, and for the first time, she drove it instead of Sam. This was no happy occasion, though. Once there, Maxxy talked to a man named Sacha and told him she would be willing to work as a PI for him, in turn for solace for her and a friend. He agreed, and now the two (well, until Sam recovers, one) work for The Hole, doing any investigating that needs to be done for the staff or it's patrons. The two are currently trying to keep quiet, unsure if Flint is still looking for them. Only time will tell, it seems.

Inventory & Equipment

• Little Devil - A semi-automatic pistol that Maxxy can hide seemingly anywhere. Though it's very inaccurate, it can be fired as quick as one can pull its hair-trigger, and has a decently large magazine.
• Big Kill - A ridiculously large revolver that was given to Maxxy by Sam. She carries it around to remind her of Sam whenever he's not around. Though it's slow, it's capable of almost sniper-like precision and damage.
• Spiky Rings - A set of Kakute, hidden in the palm to augment her razor sharp teeth to make her a dangerous close combatant.
• Notepad - A notepad and pen for Maxxy to doodle inappropriate things in. She can also list evidence and the such in it.

Other: Maxxy is unnaturally hardy, to an almost supernatural degree. Sam has thrown her at walls and she's gotten up fine. She also has a small frame, and is quick, giving her an edge in fights. She's, unfortunately, quite weak, balancing things out a little.

Sleuthin' and Stuff

[Kafka Komedy]

Isaac the Impulsive

Name: Isaac 'Indigo' Delinoire
Nickname: Indigo
Age: 24
Faction: Izzy's Little Party
Insight: Low

Weapons:

• Beast Blade - A 'trick' weapon that allows its wielder to becomes semi-beastly.
• Hunter Blunderbuss
• Flamesprayer

Items & Spell items: Blood Vials, 5 Beast Blood Pellets, and a Bolt Paper from when he was "officially" in the Lightning Slayers.

Isaac and the Hunt: Isaac fights in a way almost reminiscent of his own personality. He uses his trick weapon to block attacks, dodging and wait for a good time to strike. Once he sees an opportunity, he attacks relentlessly, building up Beasthood and becoming more and more aggressive until the enemy is dead. Once they are, he again begins biding his time. He views the beasts of the hunt as beasts. They drank the blood that made them this way, and so they deserve their demise. Even then, he does occasionally wonder if these were monsters of the Church. He finds dark beasts odd, but does not share his boss's enthusiasm about their origins, simply viewing them as a good thing to make weapons out of. His interest is, instead, on that of the "hidden village."

Psychology: Though most would regard Isaac as odd as his cohorts in Izzy's Party, he likes to think he's the most sane. Like the others, he relies on instinct to guide his actions in combat, but his obsession with choice does force him into thinking at least a little more off the job. Said obsession also leads to him blaming people for things they can't control, himself the most. He is overcome with great grief about his father, and thinks on how he could have saved him everyday. He is an emotional man by nature, but he is always mindful of how he looks. He doesn't particularly care if he seems odd, but obviously violence or anything of the sort he reins himself in on. He has a distaste for Ludwig's hunters, a little less so for the Powder Keggers, who he sees as simply blind idiots.

History: Isaac was born in Warwick, to two loving parents, Rose Davies, and Albert Delinoire. At about 10 years old, though, Isaac's mother died of an odd blood disease. Fearing the worst, Albert looked into a cure for his son. It seemed that they'd need to seek treatment in the Blood capital of The Realm: Yharnam. Isaac insisted that he didn't feel odd, and had never felt so, but his father said he had no choice but to go get diagnosed. The two moved in with a distant relative, Albert's brother, Zackary, in Central Yharnam.

It turns out Isaac did have his mother's issue- his blood clotted more quickly and regularly that an average man. Though this made him hardier than others, it was also liable to cause halted blood flow and swelling. For around a year, Isaac had to undergo daily blood treatments, forcing Isaac's father to stay and get a job in Central Yharnam. Once Isaac had been suitably addicted to blood like everyone else in Yharnam, they took him off his vials and he was good to go. Still, the two stayed in Central Yharnam, both of them now fans of the blood and those who gave it, the Church, and the Hunters who protected them. Isaac's father told him of many time where he had to protect himself in old Warwick, and was even training his son a tad before they had moved over. But now, they had no need for such things. Life was good.

That was, until the fourth Tetrad. Yharnam was filled with fear, and everyone felt it. Everyday, more and more people fell to beasts, or became beasts. This caused Zackary to consume more blood than average. Albert warned his brother to stop, but Zackary insisted he had no choice. It calmed his nerves. Things came to a head on the third full moon of the Tetrad. While the three were locked in doors, Zackary, who had began acting odd lately, suddenly attack Albert. The fight spilled out into the streets, and, though Isaac screamed for help, none came. Albert was able to kill Zackary, but his wounds were too great, and they had no blood vials. Isaac looked for help and, though he swore he had seen someone disappear, seemingly through a wall, calling out to them did nothing. The only chance his father had was if Isaac ran to the clinic. His father asked him not to go, but when Isaac pushed, he accepted. "If that is your choice, son, then I can not stop you."

Isaac made a perilous journey to the nearest clinic as fast as he could. Though he was scared and alone, he stuck with his choice. His father's life was on the line. He did make it to a clinic, and managed to get some bandages and blood vials to stabilize his father until the morning. But when he returned, all that greeted him was the corpse of his uncle. No father, no man.

Isaac was completely disillusioned with the Hunters. This "Ludwig" had let his father die, and he had no trust in the man or his soldiers. Isaac also blamed the Church for his father's disappearance, assuming the man to be a member of them. For a few years, Isaac simply tried to hold down a job while cutting down on his blood usage, relenting he had no choice but to ruminate on his failure. Still, thoughts of his father frequently arose, and his temper, or grief, sometimes got the best of him. It did not help that, as he was from Warwick, some particularly snobbish people considered him an untrue Yharnamite. About a year ago though, he heard of Izzy. She instantly enamored him with her personality and her goals, and reignited a flame in him to find that man. She was a mix of a crush and a personal hero to him, and he strived to be like her. He joined the Church Hunters and intently seeked out a Dark Beast. Once he did, and had slain it, he promptly cut off it's bone, and sharpened it to a point. With this new weapon, he begged to transfer over to the Lightning Slayers, so he could meet his hero. Once there, he expressed his interest in joining Izzy's Little Party. She accepted, and now he is the brains of the operation.

Appearance: A man of average build, but above average height. His skin is a bit tan, due to his treatments as a child. He is always wearing his distinctive glasses, even on nights of the hunt, and prefers to cover his face with gauze instead of cloth.

Other: Though he previously needed treatment for an illness, he no longer does. He has no living family. His current goal is to find the man who had abandoned him and his father on that fateful night. Currently, his best bet seems to be rumors of a "hidden village."

Prior Relationships: Will be discussed OOC if accepted.

[Kafka Komedy]

Milo

Milo Ferreira

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Backstory: Milo was born in 1999 to a loving mother, Victoria, and a stay at home dad who worked as a direct salesperson, Roy. The couple lived together, but was not married, and Milo was actually an accident. Though Victoria wanted a shotgun wedding, Roy denied her, and would continue to do so. for 3 years this would go on as they raised Milo, Victoria growing ever more suspicious of Roy. He never seemed to leave the house during the day, but most nights he would take leave only to come back a few hours later. Things reached a boiling point when Victoria and Roy got in a fight, and Victoria said she was going to take Milo and leave. Roy would not be having any of that. At that moment, he grabbed the four year old Milo, and killed him, before filling the boy with his own blood. Victoria screamed, but Roy knocked her unconscious, before sending them both to bed. The next years would be trying.

Once Milo woke up the next day, Roy informed his son he could no longer go out during the day any more, and he and father would be playing some nights. Milo was not particularly peeved about either of these things, enjoying the time with his father and being an inside child. His mother, on the other hand, was informed she would continue to work, and to never tell anyone about his 'gift' for threat of being sent to an asylum, or worse, death. After that, Milo's days were spent taking online classes, which his vampiric brain allowed him to accel at, and his nights were filled with training his vampire body to continue the vampire bloodline, no matter who would challenge the Ferreira's.

Said training exercises were originally quite rigorous, and Milo demonstrated his potential. But one day, as he was sparring with his father, things changed. Milo was on the ropes, almost unconscious. His father seemed to be hitting him with punches without even moving his fist. As Roy moved in for the kill, Milo threw one final punch in an attempt to stop his father and gain some footing. But when he looked, he did not see what he was expecting. In front of his father was a transparent, almost gorilla like creature with piercing blue eyes. On Milo's hand was a square, glass box. Confused, Milo stopped fighting and asked his father what was going on. Roy simply stood there, in stunned silence, before leaving forever.

Once Milo returned home but his father did not, Milo's mother was overjoyed. Her life seemed finally free of the menace overbearing them, and Milo could live a relatively normal life. Milo, on the other hand, was confused, and angry. But, his mother was there for him, and for the first time in a long time, they hugged. It was short lived, half-hearted, and too tight. But Milo and his mother had finally bonded on some level. After that, Victoria vowed to teach Milo how to be a huamn, instead of a vampire. Milo vowed to discover what was happening with his life.

For three days and three nights he scoured the corners of the internet looking for some sort of lead on what was going on. Sure, he was a vampire, a spawn of evil destined to rule over the world, but his father never told him of seeing strange things and boxes. Eventually, he had discovered 2 things. 1, the thing he and his father had was called a stand. And 2. His was incredibly weak. Try as he might, the box demonstrated no ability other than letting him morph through it. Still, without his father around to pressure him for training, he could focus more on other things.

Milo finally discovered his true interest in life; being lazy. Whenever he wasn't taking online school, he would be reading a comic book, playing some game, or doing half-hearted research on wikipedia. Life without his father was pretty good, even with his mother's occasional nagging. One night, though, when he had returned from draining a poor soul for blood, a necessary evil, he was greeted by the corpse of his mother, and a transparent creature.

Milo didn't know how to react. Again, he was confused and enraged at the sight of the thing, that "stand" of his father. Then he was saddened, though he couldn't say why, and finally he was jealous. His father had taken something else away from him. Knowledge. Time. Enjoyment. And now, his mother. More than anything in the world he wanted to know where his father was, and his wish was granted. Appearing in front of him, the Heart of Glass showed him the way. Looking through the box revealed a rainbow colored strand, leading from the creature, to the kitchen. Milo rushed past the creature with incredible speed, only to find the kitchen was empty, and, turning back, so was the foyer. No mother, no creature, no father.

In that moment, Milo felt worse than he ever had. He was a weakling, his stand was a weakling, and he couldn't stop his father from taking everything from him. He vowed, that day, to never, ever forgive his father, and to kill him where he stood. From here, he began doing research on vampires. What could kill them. He had to disprove many popular myths, like garlic and stakes, but eventually, he found two theories that seemed to be correct. Sun could kill vampires, and Stands could kill vampire. Now, Milo is on the lookout for stand users who could help him defeat his father, either by training with them, or forcing them to join him in his quest.

Likes

• Super-hero comics
• JRPGS
• Experimentation
• Frozen Foods
• Researching Myths

Dislikes

• Grinding
• Father
• Bossy People
• The Righteous
• Hoaxes

Powers: Vampirism - Being infused with the vampiric essence of his father at birth, Milo has complete control over his body. He is stronger, faster, and more perceptive than your average human. His cells also regenerate quickly, and he can independently control any part of his body. Some particular techniques he has mastered are "Blast Finger", forcing every pore in his hand to eject blood violently, essentially a blood explosion. He can also focus this technique into a laser, "Shine Beam." He also is adept at using his father's technique, "Vaporization Freeze" which allows him to lower his body temperature to such an insane level it can freeze anything he touches. He's also working on a reverse technique to this where he heats his body to light himself on fire.This all comes at a price though. Sun will turn him into ash, and Hamon is effective at destroying him.

Stand - He is also in the possession of a stand, albeit one incredibly weak. It is a simple glass box with a hinge. Although Milo is unable to open the box, he can still see stands, and even instantly identify their users. Even though Milo can't open hinge, he can stick his fist inside the box, and with that he can harm other stands directly, though only with the same power as his punch. Milo calls his stand Heart of Glass ACT 1 because he is convinced that he can level his weakling stand up enough to be a match for his father.

「HEART OF GLASS」ACT 1
Type: Tool Stand
Destructive Power: E
Speed: E
Range: E
Durability: A
Precision: C
Development Potential: A

[Kafka Komedy]

Dean "Martyr" Ryder

Martyr

Name: Dean Ryder
Alias: Martyr
Age: 17
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Ward
Appearance: Dean is a slightly lanky but still a bit muscular young man, about 6' and 120 lbs. He has a smooth face and a small nose, along with small lips. His skin is quite pale, contrasting with his bright red eyes, marking him as an albino. His blonde hair is messily swept out of his line of sight, aided by his thin-lens glasses. He wears T-shirts he made himself almost constantly, and prefers not to wear a jacket to show them off, though he will if it gets cold enough. He wears mostly jeans ranging from blue to black, with the occasional pair of shorts thrown in. If he does wear shorts, he'll probably end up wearing long socks with his almost formal looking sneakers.

Dean's costume is very simple and basic. On top of his head lie a pair of red goggles, built by Decoy with a holographic display embedded in them. He also has a small earpiece that allows him to communicate with others. His arms are wrapped in a few bandages, since he's almost always sustaining some sort of injury out of combat. He also has iron elbow pads and leather gauntlets to protect himself from slight harm. Around his torso is a Kevlar-based sheathe that allows him to hold his weapon and take another hit in combat. His metal belt holds up some basic baggy shorts hiding metal knee pads, and black and red boots wrap up the outfit.

History: Dean was originally a surprisingly normal child. Although he had a propensity to make a mess of his shirts and liked finger-painting, he was completely average for the first 5 years of his life. Then he met his uncle, Derek. Derek was a superhero with the Protectorate, and Dean heard of his exploits constantly. This didn't mean that Derek was a good person though. Derek treated everyone around him fairly bad, not including the young Dean. But still, they stuck up with Derek because he was a hero. This experience stuck with Dean for years to come.

Dean was not very popular at school. After kindergarten Dean's long rants and slight pretentiousness removed much chance he had of making friends, and over time, most people began to dislike him. Then mock him behind his back. Than to his face. For years, Dean had no idea what to do. Every day he was sad at his lack of friends and retreated further inwards, turning to the internet and music for pleasure. He even began helping his father out with his textile production stuff sometimes. But this didn't make him feel much better, and his parent's advice of "be yourself" helped so very little. Eventually, he confided in his uncle. His uncle gave him some advice. "Be a hero, kid."

Dean began working out a bit. Not fully noticeable muscle, but still, he was stronger than before, and took Track at school in an attempt to increase his stamina. Eventually, he got enough confidence in himself to attempt it. The next day, in the hallways, he encountered a senior and a junior harassing a freshman. Dean almost grinned as he approached the group. He told them to stop. They asked him why. He told them why. They told him piss off. He asked him why he should. Then one of them threw a punch, and Dean knew exactly what to do.

He dispatched the two young men, albeit with a new broken rib and two black eyes. But he had did it, he became a hero. Even if it was just a small time one. The people at school thought he was awesome, minus some of the two's friends, and for once, Dean was accepted. Then he was tolerated. Then, the whole school was back to hating him. Why, he asked himself? Did he have to be a hero again? If so, he would be willing to suffer all the bruises and internal suspensions in the world.

Again, Dean went looking for trouble, and he found it. One of the bullies he had dispatched before was back to his ways, picking on someone. Dean smiled and went up to him, tapping his back. To his surprise, the bully smiled too, at the sight of Dean's face. Dean attempted to keep his cool, as the bully told him about how he was looking for Dean. Dean was confused, and looked around. A small circle was forming around the two, comprised of the very people that had called him a hero. The bully got closer, a flame in his hand. Dean was very scared. He called to the people in his crowd, those he knew the names of, but none responded with more than "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Dean backed up against the crowd but they pushed him back in. Betrayed by the people he tried so hard to get on his side, these feelings had been building up for months. He felt stressed, anguished, and most of all, alone. His executioner raised his fist, and Dean closed his eyes.

But that scream he heard wasn't his. It sounded exactly like him, but his mouth was shut tight. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by himself. His own corpse, face down on the tile. The bully stared at the the body, then back up at Dean, the Dean he was, and stared back down at the corpse. Dean, the one that wasn't dead, spent no time in pondering anything, and took action, quickly felling the murderer with an uppercut, courtesy of the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Dean was astounded at his own ability, to generate another him. He quickly fled the school and made his way home, to test it out again. Locking his door behind him and focusing again, he called on another version of himself, and he appeared. This Dean seemed older, and sighed dejectedly, as he appeared.

"Where's the danger? I didn't get a message."
"Danger? I just want to test out my new powers. I can't believe I got superpowers! Oh man I bet all the kids at school will be so jealous! I should-"
"Shut up. I only have about 20 seconds, so listen. These other You's, you don't just make them. They're from another universe, sometimes different, sometimes the same. Every time you call us, it's a death sentence. We have to die. Don't, for god's sake don't call any more. Don't be a hero. Don't. Do you hear me? Don't. Don't... don't..." He hurriedly explained, before beginning to melt into himself. He seemed to try and want to say something, anything, but all he could do was look into Dean's eyes as he slowly died.

After this, Dean registered himself as an official Parahuman and decided to be a non-combatant, sufficiently scared of killing people, himself mostly. For a few weeks, Dean was taken an interest in, but once everyone realized he wasn't going to talk about it, they started ignoring him again. Dean deigned things were probably for the best, and decided to just wallow in a depressed slump while making a blog. He also began making his own T-shirts after beginning to bond with his father more. He also kept up with track, and even did a bit of weightlifting.

But just because this Dean didn't use his abilities, that didn't mean others stopped. Dean was summoned. Sitting, silently in missus Lalonde's literacy class, he was writing a paper on something inane when suddenly, he was hurtling through space and times, eerily silent except for his own voice. "Kill the fat woman" was all he said.

With a small rush of air, Dean was suddenly in an alley, surrounded by unfamiliar people and his own corpses. Upon the ground lie a sword, and Dean grabbed it up, charging the largest woman there. Quickly she commanded him to stop, but it was no use, somehow he seemed immune. By the time she called to her slaves, she had already been run through with the blade.

Dean stood there, waiting, eyes shut tight, waiting for his death. Waiting to become an amorphous blob, a fair representation of himself even metaphorically. But said transition never came, and some people came up to him, those he didn't know. Apparently, these were his teammates in this universe, a group of people called the Wards. He had heard of them before, a junior superhero group in his city. It seemed this was the universe of a Dean who had never gotten the message. This Dean accepted the Protectorates offer to become part of the Wards and fought crime with these people.

Dean didn't know what to do. He simply made his way home, or where he thought was home, and sat in his room for a very long time. This was earth shattering. How many differences could there be in this universe? He could have been a completely different person, must have been. Firstly, he informed his parents, and obviously hey were heartbroken. He also informed the Wards, and mentioned he would probably be retiring. After this, he spent a long time, about a month, trying to find differences between the world he used to inhabit, interspersed with sadness about not seeing his real father, mother, or even uncle Derek ever again.

It seemed there was only one major split point; Not receiving the message from a Dean that this was not a power to be trifled with. This lead to Dean joining the Wards as Spawn, and having a worse relationship with his father, but having some friends. There were many minor things that changed too, what he ate for breakfast and the like, but what mattered most to Dean was that there were about 16 years of his life now muddled up. His father wasn't his father, his mother wasn't his mother, and he wasn't even himself. At this time Dean thought back. How could he solve this problem? "Be a hero, kid."

There was no guarantee that Dean wasn't going to get pulled again, and he'd never have a truly amazing relationship with his father, so the only thing he could really ever hope to do was leave a good impression on this universe. He joined up with the Wards again, now having less qualms about himself and his place in the universe. He was probably always fated to do something like this, in fact the universe he was in was probably the real universe, the "alpha," and it was his duty to join the Wards. He just hadn't seen it until now.

Personality

Motivations: All Dean wants it to be remembered as a Hero and liked. So much so, in fact, his entire point of joining the Wards was to throw himself at danger until he died.
Sexuality: Straight
Likes:

• The Internet in general
• Keygen Music
• MySpace
• The N64
• Sprite Comics
• Making T-shirts

Dislikes:

• Popular Music
• Studying
• Celebrities

Derangement: Although Dean was already much to worried about others and not worried enough about himself, his powers have kicked that into overdrive. He barely has a will to live, just a will to propagate his existence enough to leave a lasting mark of good.

Parahumanism

Skills: Dean has been running track and lifting weights for a decent amount of time and as such, is faster, stronger, and has more stamina than your average man. Track in particular made him quite light on his feet, and he's quite fast for someone without speed powers. He's also been taking swordsmanship classes for just under a year now, and is learning at a steady but slow pace. Dean knows how to throw a boomerang okay, at above a novice's level. He can reasonably hit targets about 10m away without distractions. Finally, he has a bit of a passion for graphic design and would probably take up his family's textile manufacturer if he lives long enough.

Classification: Master/Breaker

Details: Dean may pull another version of himself through to his universe. Alt. Dean is informed of his job while being hurtled through to another universe as a beam of light, and is transported to an unoccupied space near O. Dean. Alt. Deans may only stick around for up to thirty seconds before melting into a biological sludge. It's been hypothesized by Dean that he may be able to extend this time in some manner through practice, but he refuses to practice because he is killing Deans while doing so. One interesting facet of Dean's power is that, if he's killed, the Alt. Dean will no longer melt. As mentioned in his history this has happened to Dean once before, and he hopes it never does again.

Dean can indeed summon more than one copy of himself, though every time he summons a copy before his previous one dies, he gets a more divergent alternate universe. Summon one would have had a different breakfast that morning and nothing else. Clone 2 would have been using a different weapon. Clone 3 may have a differing set of morals due to a different upbringing, while clone 4 may be a super villain that would intentionally try to kill O. Dean. Each of these Deans has the same time limit as the last currently alive Dean clone.

Limitations: No Deans share any kind of special connection or mental link with each other, with the exception of the message of purpose each receives before being sent off. Deans are also not forced in any way to follow said purposes, in fact, it's entirely possible for an Alt. Dean to try and kill O. Dean for his spot. Dean is also entirely a regular, well-trained human with no super strength or endurance.

Equipment:

• Protectorate Communication Earpiece - A device that allows Dean and his teammates to communicate. He can also use it to talk to his Alt. Deans, should they learn and input the frequency in their allotted time.
• Martyr Suit - A light set of armor designed to allow fluid, fast movement. The goggles were built by Decoy, allowing holographic interfacing and the such. Unfortunately, the only real protection is the two Kevlar straps along his torso, his gauntlets, his knee and shoulder pads, and his belt.
• Sword - A straight, single edged blade made from S7 Shock steel. Able to wielded effectively in two hands or one, it's an amazingly well built weapon.
• Grappling Hook - A handheld device that allows one to scale small buildings by firing a hook with a rope attached. Although some buildings are intentionally designed to slip these off, most buildings can be scaled in this way. The rope is about 40 feet long and can support about 150 lbs. of weight.
• Boomerang - A cast aluminum non-returning boomerang. Although it can't be thrown as far as standard plywood boomerangs, only about 20m, it packs a decent punch.

[Kafka Komedy]

Frank "Love Craft" Stein II

Love Craft

Name: Frank "Frankie" N. Stein II
Alias: Love Craft
Age: 15
Alignment: Villain
Loyalty: Local Villain Team
Appearance: Though Frankie changes faces and bodies often, they still have a prefered "public" form. Messy but fairly sensible dark brown hair, constantly windswept but stylish. His features are fairly average, if a bit round, the only thing standing out about his face being his red eyes. Oddly, his skin is not abnormally pale, leading most to thinking he wears contacts. He has a lean, not particularly muscular or fat build, though definitely taller than average. Finally, for an outfit, they wear a lab coat, as well as what they call a "straight sweater", basically a full body straight jacket remade to be comfortable and allow movement and mobility. A reference picture is here.

Frankie is much different on the job or around the base. White, long, flowing hair lightly gathered together in a bow frames their sharp, gaunt features. Further punctuating the "scary but beautiful" look is their bright red eyes, accented with slight eyeshadow. They look quite skinny and short for their age, almost girlish. This is further emphasized by their provocative clothing. A short leather jacket, bandages around the chest seemingly to bind the breasts, and short shorts with chaps.

History: Frankie never really knew their mother. All they truly knew was that a woman named May had sex with a man simply known as Doctor Stein. Stein was not expecting a child, but nevertheless was still appalled at May's thoughts of putting the child up for adoption, or worse, aborting them. May was in no position to bargain though, an ex-drug addict with no job, so for months, the two argued, both in possession of something the other wanted. Eventually, the child was born, and, the next time May threatened adoption, Stein pressed for child custody.

The courts miraculously awarded Stein custody, mostly because of May's previous offenses and Stein's lucrative job as a biologist working in league with the famous Willaim Manton, who had made a major breakthrough with his theory on what was called the Manton Effect, which Stein had helped with. About as soon as the court case was wrapped up though, Manton disappeared, leaving not much to his colleagues but the good name of being associated with the man named after one of the most important Parahuman theories. Luckily, Frankie was not without a home or anything. Even if there wasn't much research on Parahumans to be done after that, and he had been laid off, he was still the inheritor to a large sum of cash that his forefather had built up. With it, the two stayed afloat while Stein searched for a job.

Even at a young age, Frankie displayed great intelligence, particularly in relation to the sciences. Balancing this though, Frankie was quite odd. Very emotional and expressive, and didn't seem to gel well with the other kids. Stein decided to kill two birds with one stone, homeschooling his child with great tutors. While Frankie spent their time learning, Stein spent his time trying to find a job he genuinely enjoyed. His Biology PhD. allowed him a few positions, but nothing was as stimulating as research on parahumans to him. He even frequently showed Frankie his old discoveries, and they seemed to enjoy it as well. This pushed Stein to contact an old friend.

Stein managed to get a hold of Dr. Manton, asking him where he had gone, what he was doing now. Manton would reveal this to him, as long as he came to a certain location alone, and promised 100% to never reveal the information. Stein was a trustworthy man, never really lied that often, and so he accepted the deal. That's when he learned about Cauldron. Frankie was never given much info on the shadowy organization, but they apparently were making more parahumans, and this got Stein's mind pumping once again. Frankie's father began doing research once again, but after a while, was stopped, something about ethics Frankie was told. SAtein gave in, relenting to do his own research on the subject, but not before spending the family fortune on his kid's birthday present.

Frankie, on their 14th birthday, was finally taken to their father's workplace, something they had dreamed about ever since they had heard he was researching superheroes. Though the team seemed reluctant, ultimately they went through with it. Frankie was a success, able to mold their body in any shape or way they could imagine. With this, Stein and his progeny left, now searching for both funds, and a place to experiment.

Personality

Motivations: To help their father, and obtain lots of information regarding superheroes, particularly sharing their father's goal of finding another way of creating more Parahumans besides the Cauldron's vials.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Likes:

• Their Father
• Their Power
• Sweets

Dislikes:

• Ethics
• Being left in the dark
• Authority figures

Derangement: Frankie has become very... exaggerated. When they feel an emotion, they feel it hard, and their face morphs to a cartoonish version of said emotion in intense situation. Sad? Their face will physically droop. Happy? His eyes and smile will grow to unnatural proportions.

Parahumanism

Skills: Frankie is pretty smart, especially in the field of biology and parahuman studies.

Classification: Shifter/Brute/Stranger

Details: Frankie has the ability to mold, manipulate, harden, and soften their own flesh, bone, muscle, and even some organs. Frankie can use this ability in many ways. They can mold their flesh into blades only a cell thick, or shields as hard as a hippo's skin, or anything between. The could also use this ability to impersonate another person, shifting their face, physique, and even vocal cords to mimic someone efficiently. They can even buff themselves up, giving themselves more muscle or reduce their size and increase their lean leg muscle for more speed. Though they're bound by conservation of mass, they can control their own regeneration, making producing more cells a cinch.

Limitations:

• Disconnected cells retain none of their shape or hardness/softness upon leaving the body.
• Frankie can not manipulate their own heart or brain.
• When accelerating their regeneration, Frankie's metabolism skyrockets, with nutrition being a serious issue. They need calories to burn, after all.
• Frankie needs a close up of someone's face to replicate their face.

Equipment: The only thing Frankie carries on their person besides a disposable phone are some high carb sweets.

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Kait

Kait Arouraios

Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Beastman

Equipment

• Freyja - A light spear to hold off enemies that get too close. It's blade is too thick to penetrate particularly wellmade chainmail, but it's effective against weaker chainmail and leather.
• Armor - A cloak and hat with occasional bits of silver, designed to allow fluid movement and unimpeded casting.

Abilities

• Dark - A ball of dark energy that causes an explosive blowback once it hits an object. The blunt force is useful against enemies with a strong defense.
• Wind - Generate razor sharps winds that tear enemies apart. Not very strong, only able to damage enemies in leather at it's peak.
• Cure - Heal minor wounds and get rid of light negative effects. Cuts and bruises are easy. A deep gash is a challenge. She could set a bone, but completely healing it is out of her skill level.
• Rat Physiology - Though Rat Beastmen are weaker than humans, they're faster, and have better vision in dark places.

Talents

• Decent Spearfighter - Though she's by no means a master, Kait is above novice level when it comes to using her spear. Still, she prefers to use her Lapi.
• Aspiring Magus - Though she hasn't mastered any Lapi, she's certainly on the road to doing so. That is, if she could pick one and stick with it.

Personality: Curiosity is definitely the driving force in most of Kait's actions. Always observing, studying, asking questions, and being inquisitive. This is bolstered by her ambitious nature, mostly towards becoming a world class Magus. Despite how much she asks about others, she doesn't share much about herself, even if she's very casual. In fact, she's a bit too casual, it's hard for her to take much but her own dreams seriously. She's also quite materialistic, having been robbed of the finer things in life as a child. She's even been known to steal, though she's a good person at heart.

Biography: Kait was the middle child in a long list of children of the two beastmen parents, Kain and Kulain. The two lived in a city near the castle, Eorza. The two of them worked terrible paying jobs in an attempt to support their large family, meaning they weren't home often. This meant that Kait's siblings raised her, and she was always asking them what they did. They obliged by attempting to teach her their trade. The eldest was going to enlist in the army and was squire to a knight, and so whenever he had a chance, taught her basic spear fighting techniques. Her closest sister, in terms of age, taught her how to cook to lighten the chore load. But most importantly, her third brother, Kaiden, showed her what Lapi was.

Kaiden was apprentice to a Lapi shop owner. One day, he showed her around the shop when the owner wasn't around, and Kaiden even showed her the effects of a fire Lapi. Kait was absolutely astounded by this, mesmerized even. At this moment she knew she wanted to be a Magus. She even stole the Lapi as the two were walking out of the shop. Her parent's low paying jobs and large family meant she never really had anything to call her own, and so, when she saw this opportunity, she took it.

A few days later, as Kait was wandering around the city, a man came up to her. Quickly, she hid the stone from the man but he saw it, most definitely. He asked her what her name was. She told the truth. He asked her where her brother was. She told the truth. At that, he simply smiled and walked away. Kait was confused and unnaturally afraid, and decided to rush home. But it was too late. Kaiden's corpse was wrapped in a cheap sheet.

Kait was incredibly ashamed and saddened, and instantly threw the Lapis into the gutter. She refused to tell her siblings, couldn't tell her siblings. She could achieve her dream. Her brother had confided in the eldest brother that he thought none of them were going to be anything when they were older, and Kait had heard. She owed it to him to follow her dream, become something, even if he never got the chance to.

For three years Kait gathered money, doing odd jobs, begging on the streets, and finally she was able to get her hands on some Lapi. Every day she practiced with them just outside of the city. Eventually, it was time for her to leave the nest, since Rat Beastmen matured quickly, but instead of staying in the city, she left, opting to try and find a Magus to apprentice, and because, admittedly, she'd never left the city herself.

Other:

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Sample Character

Hiro Sura

Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Mountain Tengu

Equipment

• Scarf - An enchanted scarf with small chunks of Lapi embedded throughout that allow Hiro to control his explosive nature.
• Pack - A small hip-mounted satchel that can contain numerous useful items.
• Machete - Dual serrated machete useful for chopping up plants and people.

Abilities

• Levitation - Using their tiny wings, mountain tengu can levitate about 2-3 feet off the ground for about a minute before a quick rest.
• Explosive Nature Control - Though most Mountain Tengu are magically bound to explode upon too rough an impact, Hiro's scarf not only allows him freedom from this curse, but also allows him to generate these explosions at will.
• Communication - Blessing of the gods? Inherited trait? Who knows, but every member of the Sura tree is able to talk to and understand every race with little effort.

Talents

• Excellent at bringing together a team.
• Above average stamina and speed.
• Good fighter.

Personality: Like most tengu, he's quite lazy and unintelligent, but only relative to other races. For a tengu, he's actually quite motivated and smart, seemingly because of his mother's excursions to towns and villages near the mountains. He also doesn't seem to share his race's love of mischief, though he doesn't take things seriously all the time either. In fact, he seems to be completely unaffected by pressure, always confident and scatterbrained. Still, this joyfulness doesn't come with empathy. He rarely considers how people other than his tribe feel and can be naive. Overall, he's just an average person, and he seems to accept the fact without any pretenses. Seems to always end his sentences with "chum" for some reason.

Biography: Born from a long line of different races starting with his great grandfather, a human turned monster. Hiro had a regular Tengu mother Nana, chief of the tribe actually, and satyr who had inhabited the mountain, the inheritor of the Sura title. Keeping inline with his nature, the satyr was quick to leave Nana once Hiro was born, leaving naught but a loose family history. Nana named Hiro after the progenitor of the line. This fascination with her lover's family history lead her and Hiro to visit many human settlements to ask about a human named Hero. Though not many remembered him, those who did seemed to disagree. Some say he was one of the best chefs in the land, often serving the king. Others say he used to be a knight in the King's Guard before trekking towards the mountain with his wife and never returning. Of course, this didn't matter to the young Hiro. He was much more interested in the human gadgets. Frequently he would be caught absentmindedly holding onto said objects, though his cute nature was enough to escape without much more than a scolding from most.

As Hiro came a bit closer to succeeding his mother, she taught him the two most important facets of being a Tengu chief. Being strong enough to defend the tribe, and the ability to rally the normally docile Tengu. Both skills would prove invaluable to the future, and he thanks his mother every day for the training. Though most Tengu wielded a polearm or a similar easily craftable and long weapon, Hiro trained frequently with his machete instead, both of which his mother had traded for. He was also given the "Chief Scarf," a relic that was passed down to the village chief, and then their subordinates in the likely event of death. Said scarf allowed tengu to control their regularly explosive form. Training was relatively regular, supplemented with a Tengu's natural combat intuition it was enough to make him a good fighter.

Drawing ever closer to the day Hiro would become chief, tengu started disappearing. First it was happening to other tribes, some members mysteriously never came back. Then whole tribes were disappearing, and eventually Hiro's people had been targeted. Some of his friends had taken leave, only to never come back. Nana began limiting her visits to nearby towns, eventually cutting herself off completely when she returned with "Prin Leather," a mysterious substance that felt suspiciously like tengu skin. It seemed that the mountain tengu who disappeared were being poached, something Hiro absolutely would not stand for. He vowed, on that day, to give the tengu a voice, and to stop the murder.

Hiro journeyed first to the capital, only to be denied an audience with the king. He was a simple tengu, and no claims that he was a tribe leader would dissuade them. He would have to gain notoriety, and to do so he joined the [FACTION] Army, rising through the ranks by indicting his own squad into the ranks. Eventually, he would even gain a spot in the [MAIN FORCE]

Other:

Mountain Tengu

Mountain Tengu

Origin
Originally a more mischievous offshoot of demons, the mountain tengu staked their turf upon Mt. Lux. They would frequently pick on and harass travelers, occasionally even killing them. Eventually, a squadron of peasants congregated against them, but the peasants were easily defeated. A local wizard, seeing this, cursed the to death if they ever incurred the wrath of another. As the tengu population decreased, only those who didn't fight travelers were left, and as time passed the tengus body became more rounded. After a certain time, they split off into tribes to explore the mountains, and now decently sized groups of tengu feed off the mountain, occasionally playing tricks on those who enter, but overall being quite unimportant.
Recurring Traits

Culture and Legends

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Johnny

Youta "Johnny" Sasaki, the Dragonslayer

Race: Chimera

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing in at 118cm and 29kg, Johnny is a very small little rabbity thing, with beige fur and a white belly. He has long fox-like ears sticking out of holes in his cap, and a small amount of light brown hair peeking through the bottom of it. He has decently sized eyes, with large irises and a slight slant. He sports a bit of a snout, though nothing large, ending in a pink-red button nose. His torso is fairly standard, not particularly muscular looking, flowing into his fairly human looking arms (save the fur and the slight padding on the palms) and the rabbit-like bent legs. His feet have very definite paws that help him ignore terrain, unlike his hands.

Personality: Johnny is a fairly amiable young man, soft, cute, and even a tad naive at times. This does not mean he is a pushover, however. He absolutely will defend a woman's honor (even if she doesn't want him too) and is always seeking evil to destroy. Of course, he doesn't always take the most direct approach. He's quite cunning and crafty, though not always exactly smart. This is compounded by his righteousness nature and stubbornness. Although it's hard to get on his bad side, being there is no easy time. Both professionally and personally, his allegiance is with DRG Inc. He believes he is genuinely doing good and saving lives with the agency and actually has personal stock in the company.

Biography: As early as Johnny could remember, he's always loved western culture. Born in japan to his mother Youko and his father Akiba, the latter of whom was a Disney Japan executive, and constantly showed his son the movies he had a hand in bringing over. This instilled both a deep sense of morals, and a fascinations with the myths of Europe and, to a lesser extent, America. Knights in shining armor especially struck him as something to emulate, and at a young age he began taking swordfighting classes like fencing and kendo, even if the other children regarded him as weird sometimes.

Life progressed pretty smoothly for Johnny, occasionally travelling with his father to America on business and even visiting a few renaissance fairs. This all changed when magic was revealed to be real in '26. Once that happened, Johnny would begin to dedicate his life to unlocking the mysteries of magic for almost a year, scouring image boards, talking to others. But it was all for naught. Only one in a million could wield magic, and Johnny just wasn't someone who had the gift. He tried practicing fake magic, but it still didn't get him out of his depression. After a while he got over himself, pouring his time into grooming for taking over his father's position. But the magic just wasn't there anymore, he couldn't help but feel useless.

Until the first chimeric operations began, that is. Johnny had been following the growing genetics field closely in a vain hope of them discovering a way to induce magical aptitude, and this was certainly a step in the right direction. Johnny began saving his wages, still living with his parents at the time. Even as some of those in America spoke out against Chimera, in japan they were icons of freedom and eventually, against his mother's wishes, he became one himself. This came with much support from the public (though not much from his parents) and Johnny felt quite good about himself for a while. But eventually, as the iconism toned down, Johnny was glad. He wanted people to cheer for him because of what he did, not who he was.

Johnny began helping out in his community, after taking over his father's job. He was always a big speaker on chimera/human togetherness, and even his parents began to see his point of view, his father to a lesser extent. But said father was getting quite old and frail, but feared death. He was also saddened at his loss of power, after giving his son his job. The best option seemed to be Draconid genesplicing, which Johnny tried to convince his father not to do. Admittedly, he simply distrusted the beasts that had so many negative myths about them in the past, but in hindsight that mistrust may have been well placed.

Fairly soon after the operation, Akiba left his household, quite possibly Japan, reasoning that "he shouldn't be living with such vermin." This reaffirmed Johnny's distrust of Draconids into a dislike. That is, until the Uprising, a violent movement that almost destroyed hopes for Human/Chimera alliances in most countries, almost the entire world. All spearheaded by the Draconids. Johnny now began publicly speaking out against them, and soon before the Draconids bombed the Amazon rainforest, a private military organization formed, Johnny being one if it's first members. After basic training provided by the company, named DRG Inc., Johnny was officially a "Dragoon" and he and a squad were sent out to provide aid for those injured in the Amazon bombings.

After that, Johnny has begun being sent on various anti-terrorist operations in Draconid territory, Particularly against the Splendent Brood, a religious military organization that is a major danger to all other races. Most of the time he was with another high ranker, a human from Europe named Sarah. One mission he will always remember was the assassination of Apophis Argentous, a high ranking member of the Brood. Only Johnny and his fellow Dragoon Sarah were to be sent out to take care of him. Due to their low numbers and the draconid's famed power, the two planned an ambush, laying traps and waiting in hiding on a trail he oft walked alone.

But it seemed that their luck was running foul that night. Apophis noticed the traps just before stepping on the trigger, and spotted Sarah and Johnny. The fight was long and challenging, the draconid being just as good a magus as the rumours said. Though Sarah perished, Johnny was able to pierce the man with his spear. Down an ally, Johnny took a trophy from the warrior, his blade. Johnny is currently saving up his cash, bent on retrofitting the cybernetic arm of his friend in her memory.

Skills and Innate Abilities

• Swordsman - Johnny has been training in sword fighting since he was a child, and has even won some sword fighting and jousting tourneys at American renaissance fairs.
• Physicality - Johnny is strong, fast, and has incredible jump height due to his bionetics and chimeric transformation.
• Lore Expert - Johnny knows some medieval and nordic fairy tales. Most of them were improperly translated though, so he doesn't actually know a whole lot.
• Dextrous - Quick hands were something Johnny always had, but a fox's cunning now help him pull tricks. Though he isn't generally that kind of guy, it's entirely possible for Johnny to pick someone's pocket. He also knows some magic tricks from his "sad I can't use magic" phase.

Cybernetics: None.

Bionetics

• Muscle Enhancer - A super steroid designed to make Johnny much more effective on the battlefield. His small looking limbs now contain a ton of muscle. He can lift 250kg above his head with effort, jump over three times his own height, and run at 30 mph.

Inventory

• Caledfwlch - A magical blade stolen from a draconid he killed. It's incredibly light and sharp, but it's greatest quality is it's ability to deflect magic, fairly large amounts of it too, more than average human height. It can also slow Johnny's descent, if he spins it above his head fast enough.
• Beowulf - A set of carbon fibre/platinum composite alloy armor consisting of a chestpiece, bracers, and shin guards. Though they're even stronger than carbon nanotube armor, and just as light, they aren't as flexible, meaning they can't be worn at the joints. Instead, regular carbon nanotube armor is worn there.
• Tarnhelm - A simple carbon nanotube helm, often covered by a green phrygian cap.

Other:

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Morgana the Cunning

Username: Kafka Komedy

Character Name: Morgana "the Cunning" Doelzak

Race/Species: Human-Werewolf of Bania

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Career/Class: Spellsword/Frontline Tactician

Weapons:

• Hunting Spear
• Iron Handaxe
• Buckler
• A silver throwing knife.

Physical Description: Morgana is a slightly short but otherwise averagely built human man. His short and shaggy black hair contrast heavily with his pale, almost beautiful face and bright blue eyes. His clothes easily identify him as Banian, though they've been modified for the hotter climate. His main article of clothing is a light black cloth robe with touches of animal furs and copper. It bears a patch showing his previous employment to the Scarlet-Gold Soldiers and is open to reveal his armor. Strapped upon his back is his spear and buckler, by his side is his hatchet and a holder for his scroll.

Armor: Studded leather chest piece, leather kneepads, and leather vambraces wrapped up in a furry robe.

Equipment/Other

• A small scroll of beginner spells; A light telekinetic, healing, and rarely used fire spell.
• A book of military stratagems, along with a small pencil.
• Tent, along with a few days worth of dried and salted foods, and an animal skin full of water.

Mental Description/Personality: A disdain for his general situation has made Morgana fairly unresponsive. This is not to say he is apathetic, he really does care about people. His disgust for the concept of death should be evidence enough of that. A requirement on missions he takes is "as little death as possible," even if he has to reason with himself what exactly that means. Still, his indecisiveness has certainly harmed himself, and even once others on a Scarlet-Gold Soldier's mission.

Goals: Gain enough gold to escape his life of murder and settle down.

Background/History:

• Born as the only son of a small family in a town in Bania, at a young age Mor watched as a Banian beat a foreigner to death in a tavern fight where his mother worked. Ever since he had been deeply disgusted with the thought of killing another man, and has had a distaste for Banian culture.
• Despite this his father, a warrior, wanted his son to follow the same path, and attempted to teach him in the ways of the spear and axe. Though Mor did decently, his father could tell he wasn't working to his full potential. Mor's father assumed Mor simply wasn't interested in combat, instead of being worried about the implications of wielding a weapon. So, Mor's father pulled some strings and got Mor a freelance magical teacher. Mor didn't have much magic within him, and still had some reservations about how his magic would be applied. After learning a few basic spells, Mor began thinking of a way to escape his murderous fate.
• The idea he went with was simply running from his problems. Mor was not stupid or weak, however. Quickly, he realized he was being foolish, and started a trek home after a day or two on the road to tell his father how he felt. Unfortunately, he picked a bad day to make a journey. Although The full moon was high that night, Mor was quick to dismiss his culture's superstitions of werewolves. Though vampires were an obvious issue due to their craftiness, he had never even seen a werewolf, and there was only one night of the month they could attack. Still, this was the night one of them picked to make their presence known. As Mor was making camp for the night, a heavily injured werewolf burst through the tree line. Armed with just a hunting spear, Mor was surprisingly able to get on his feet and arm himself. That didn't help much, of course, considering he was dealing with a werewolf. It hesitated for just a second, before lunging at Mor. A quick thrust of his spear injured it, but the beast was having none of that, ignoring the pain and taking a large chunk out of Mor's arm with it's jaws. Before it could eat any more of him though. a werewolf hunter came out of hiding and threw a silver throwing dagger at the monster. This weakened and distracted the beast long enough for Mor to pierce it's heart. Eager to take out the rest of his marks, the werewolf hunter neglected to check if Mor was hurt, simply leaving the bitten boy to tend to his wounds and the fresh dead body.
• Mor was distraught. Though it was obvious he was lucky to even be alive, let alone getting out of the situation with just a bite mark, Mor had just killed another man, the fresh corpse sitting in the snow. Shakily, he pulled the knife out and gave the man a proper burial. After, Mor let the reality of his situation set in. He had been bitten by a werewolf, and now had the curse. His town would surely kill him for his curse if he returned, they had no priest. His only chance of going back to his old life was to trek in a direction and pray the first village he hit would be able to cure him. He very quickly packed his things, and began to make his way through the forest in the direction the hunter had left. Of course, this was after he had killed and buried a man, after walking through forests for a day. He held out well, but sleep claimed him as early dawn broke.
• Waking in the middle of the night, the new moon high, Mor realized he was not going to escape his curse. He could not return to his home, and in fact, it would be wise to leave Bania in general. At just the age of 15, Mor's new goal was to escape his country and flee to Andred for a new life. Doing various odd jobs, hunting, and moving from town to town, Mor slowly made his way across the country. All the while he began to try and actively understand and control his werewolf side Eventually, he reached his destination.
• Of course, his only real skills were that of murder. He had light combat experience, light magical experience, and light survival experience. But he was just 17, it was still a possiblity for him to become someone's apprentice or assistant. Luckily, a single woman took an interest in him. Miss Fontaine was the leader of a small mercenary corps, and took a bit of an interest in Mor. In exchange for becoming her assistant, and occasional flirting, Mor began learning the tricks of the trade in being smart in a fight and commanding soldiers.
• For years, the two worked together, Mor displaying a natural talent for memorizing and creating new tactics. The small company became reasonably known around Andred as good, the Scarlet-Gold Soldiers. Eventually, Mor and Miss Fontaine parted ways when, after a particularly untoward advance, mentioned the company was going to be traveling to Bania. Fearing his past would come back to haunt him, Mor left the company and began searching for greener pastures. If only there was a mercenary company that needed an assistant tactician...

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Kyou, The Hierophant

Kyou Makoto

Gender: Female
Age: 16

Personality: Kyou is a very flawed person. Due to her poor upbringing, and the stuff she's seen around her previous year at Kibopiko, she's very cynical. She's quick to denounce any sort of charity or generosity as stupid manipulation, and rarely takes chances on new people. As much as she puts on a loner facade, she really does want friends, she just feels like no one in her new school can really relate.
Equipment/Skills

• Weapon: Folding Chair
• Armor: Kibopiko Jacket
• Accesory: Brown Hairclip
• Skills: Excellent constitution, decent stamina, as well as a good cook.

Background: Kyou's life has been fairly standard, if a bit below average. Although their standard of living was definitely lower class, both parents were loving and, even if they couldn't always make it home for dinner, most of the time they brought something home. Occasionally Kyou had to cook, which she displayed a knack for. Her school was a bit bad. Nothing major, she got in fights rarely but not much more than the average student. She had a few close friends who would hang out every now and then. Her first year of highschool sticks in her mind as a hard place where people backstabbed eachother and fights were often. While this isn't untrue, this has left her with a certain jadedness.

After that, the family moved to Warakuma since a relative had died and written most of their possessions to Kyou's mother. A better house, a new school, and even an allowance, something she had never had before, all sent Kyou reeling. Though she has yet join any clubs or make any real friends, it seems soon that may change...

Persona: Seshat
Appearance: Seshat is a yellow-skinned humanoid cloaked in a black robe and an indigo veil with red accents. She wields a palm tree branch as well.
Abilities:

• Navas Nebula
• Megido
• Heat Riser
• Diarama
• Resist Phys
• Resist Dark

[Kafka Komedy]

Punk Indi would like to battle!

Indiana Skorzeny

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Nationality: Hoenn-Chrominian

Personality: Rebel without a cause is a good descriptor of Indiana. He's quite easy to anger with a massive competitive streak. He's also not above breaking the law in certain instances, his pokemon is technically stolen after all. He's also quite a loner, being unable to really connect with people due to inexperience. This doesn't mean he lacks a sense of humor though, he loves making jokes of surrealist nature. Hiding behind his seemingly poor decision making skills and immaturity is a great trainer though, easily making bonds with his pokemon and making smart plays.

Biography: Indiana was born to the manager of the local Ballast division, Max, and a master trainer from Hoenn. Unfortunately, she left at when Indi was a young age. She and Max didn't see eye to eye, so she left to continue her journey around the world. Max continued to work at Ballast, raising his young son mostly alone, though with the help of a few maids, cooks, and nannies when available.

This did not help Indi's development. Even at a young age he was quick to cry and throw tantrums when he did not get his way. Once he was in public schooling, he displayed intelligence and an aptitude for tests, but a disregard for standard work and teachers, or just authority in general. His father displayed disappointment but ultimately support, when available, but this did little to dissuade Indi from his behavior. Eventually, his anger began extending to students as well.

At the age of 12, Indi had almost gotten expelled. A particular student had called him a creep. One thing lead to the other and, because neither would back down, Indi started a fight. Both of them threw punches but Indi was fairly ruthless and the other kid was much worse off. Max was mortified ar his son's behavior. After talking the VP down from placing Indi in any hot water, Max sat down and had a talk with his son. Indi, being himself, refused to open up to his father about his want for attention and started spending more time outside, wandering the city streets of Beryllium.

One day while he was out, simply squatting in an alley and eating lunch, a wild pokemon strolled up to him and tugged on his pant leg. He sneered at the wild beast, a simple fox-looking thing. "Wada you want, Princess?" He asked it. It whined at him, and coincidentally, it's stomach growled. With a huff, he handed it the scraps of his now almost finished sandwich, which it ate in one swallow. Wondering why people were letting the thing simply wander around, Indi fielded some questions at it. From what he could gather, the thing had been lost or abandoned by someone not native to the region.

Indi rationalized it as not his problem and went home. The next day though, as he passed that same alley he had sat in the previous day, the Zorua (he had done some research once home) again came up to him and tugged on his pants. "C'mon, Princess. Go back to your trainer. Stop bugging me." He commanded it. But she (again, he did some research, turns out him labeling her princess was apt.) mewled in response. Indi took that to mean, for whatever reason, she couldn't. In the light though, some of her fur looked blue instead of red. If there was even a small possibility she was rare in some way he wouldn't want her getting stolen by anyone else. For now, he'd take her home.

Again looking into it, Princess, as he had grown accustomed to calling it, was indeed a rare variant of Pokemon called a "shiny." Some sort of gene mutation made their fur or skin different colors from the average pokemon, and they were worth a lot to some people. At first, Indi was planning on selling it but one his father saw it, he brought up Indi's mother. How she used to be a trainer, and how she was following her dreams. How she would have been proud that he had a pokemon of his own.

That night, Indi's father gave him his mother's Keystone, one of the only relics of her existance, to him. Now, Indi plans on traveling the region. Outwardly he expresses interest in finding a buyer for Princess and collecting badges to increase her market worth. Inwardly, he truly wishes to get to know what his mother saw in pokemon training and gain the love of his father.

Items:

• Keystone Bracelet
• 5 Potions
• 5 Pokeballs
• 1 Revive

Pokemon Team

Name: Princess
Species: Zorua
Gender: Female
Ability: Illusion
Battle Experience: 3
Moves: Dark Pulse, Scratch, Leer, Pursuit
Extra Notes: Princess is a Shiny Zorua. She is fairly trusting and quick to make friends, as well as determined and hopeful [Naive nature]. She still shares Indi's competitive nature though.

Theme
Battle

[Kafka Komedy]

Kara the Shaman

Kara

Race: Fairy

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Personality and Motivations: Kara is a very curious young lady. She is eager to know things and to see new people. Of course, this doesn't mean she trusts people implicitly. Not anymore at least. In fact, her hatred of elves reaches almost kill on sight territory. She does trust Azarel though, to a ridiculous extent. If he says 'Jump' she says 'How high?',and if he said 'Past the stars' then she'd find a way. Along with this, her parents didn't teach her much in the ways of morality. Overall, this has turned her into a creature evil, but bearing no ill will towards anyone inherently (again, except elves.) Currently, her main goal with this mission is to gain LOVE worry free. After all, these are all bad, and even brainless people. What could go wrong?

Class and Alignment: Evil Shaman

History

Fairy History: Fairies were tallfellows blessed by the god Lo'Ke for their dedication to mischief, and making other people's lives generally worse. They were given the power to absorb negative energies. After a while, magus began to study this ability, officially and ironically dubbed LOVE. Once this ability was discovered, Fairies were put on watch.

Either because of this or in spite of it, a fairy, who's appearance, gender, and past are lost to time, named Morgan went on a rampage, collecting an immense amount of LOVE through the deaths of others. It took 6 powerful mages to take them down. After this, many fairies willfully moved into tribes deep in the forest. Those who didn't were heavily discriminated against which, obviously, led to an increase in power. Inner-city fairies became feared and many were killed.

This was all a long time ago. There are almost no inner-city fairies now, and if they do exist, they hide their heritage. The tribes are much better off, not thriving but some did well and, after many years, could even trade with ignorant villages. This leads us to the present day, and our main character, Kara.

• Kara was born in a small tribe of fairies, creatures exiled for mischievous nature and the evil nature of their power.
• Had many friends in the village and a loving mother and father (even if they lacked much in the way of a moral compass)
• Occasionally, Kara would play with an elf boy from a nearby village named Azarel.
• Once Kara's parents found out about this liaison, they swiftly attempted to end his life.
• Kara intervened, and convinced their parents to stand down. After giving him medical care, he returned home.
• The elves from Azarel's village attacked the fairy tribe the next day, after he told them of his friend and her parent's attempt on his life.
• Many fairies, not having a high LOVE, were slaughtered.
• Kara's parents were able to use the LOVE they had gained recently to save Kara and put them into hiding, though only after her wings had been clipped clean off.
• After a day of hiding, Kara returned to the surface to see the absolute carnage her tribe had gone through. All of her fellow fairies were dead, but only one elf had died. Azarel.
• Absolutely shattered, Kara was going to end herself with her gardening dagger, but heard a voice. The voice of Azarel.
• Though he had died, his spirit lingered, and found her body. They could stay together forever.
• This certainly softened the blow for Kara, and she found the determination to keep on living.
• Now, Kara wanders the land, gathering enough LOVE to hopefully return to the elf village, to Slaughter. Them. All.

Equipment

• Dagger - A gardening dagger Kara had obtained from her parents.
• Ribbon - A relic of a dead friend. Can grant a boost to Charisma for a short amount of time twice before needing to recharge.
• Boots - A relic of a dead friend. Can grant a boost to Speed for a short amount of time twice before needing to recharge.
• Bandana - A relic of a dead friend. Can grant a boost to Strength for a short amount of time twice before needing to recharge.
• Journal - A relic of a dead friend. Can grant a boost to Wisdom for a short amount of time twice before needing to recharge.
• Apron - A relic of a dead friend. Can grant a boost to Constitution and cures light wounds for a short amount of time twice before needing to recharge.
• Hat - A relic of a dead friend. Can grant a boost to Dexterity for a short amount of time twice before needing to recharge.
• Lockett - A special heart-shaped locket Azarel had made for her.

Skills and Spells

• LOVE - Standing for Level Of Verified Exasperation, fairies have the unique ability to absorb negative energies from those they've wronged. The stronger the feeling, the more power they gain. Playing a prank on someone wouldn't provide much. Murder gives a more definite boost.
• Flight - Kara used to be able to fly, though her wings have been clipped completely off. If someone were to get her a fairly powerful healing spell, she may be able to fly again, though not as well.
• Fairy Physiology - Fairies are fairly similar to Tall Dwarves, so Kara has about the strength and constitution of a standard 14 year old girl. Not much, to say the least.
• Gardening - Kara has a love of gardening, and is quite the green thumb. She can grow numerous kinds of Mushrooms, vegetables, flowers and fruits. She can even identify if something is poisonous and do some minor cross-species pollination.

Miscellaneous: FIGHT

[Kafka Komedy]

A Seal Defender

Phocas Amyntas, Lunatic Cultist

Gender: Male

Personality: Phoc might be a bit too serious. He's cynical, a bit vengeful, and hates overconfidence. He's also very independent, and doesn't like explaining things. He hates righteous people who proclaim themselves as good or heroes, but also obviously doesn't like evil or stupid people. Absorbing the celestial seal seems to have affected his personality. He is subject to bouts of not listening to people, especially when angered, as well as an odd love/hate relationship with things and people associated with the moon. His failure on earth has lead him to seek out something to protect or defend, thinking himself pretty worthless currently.

Ideals: Phoc has dedicated his life to defending and protecting people, without them knowing, though his life and those close to him's lives were on the line as well. As such, he values independence and devotion above all.

Biography: Phoc was born deep underground to a tribe of Lunar Cultists. Their aim was to prevent the Moon Lord Cthulhu from ravaging the earth, through both worship, and the protection and constant renewal of a sacred Celestial Seal that formed a barrier to shield the earth from his legions. Phoc was to be the new head, as his father was the current one leading the cult but was growing old and sloppy.

Preparing for his ascension, Phoc read many books on the Moon Lord and the cult's past. He also learned from his father the cult's politics. The tribe was firmly split between those who truly worshipped cthulhu, and those who believed worship was one of the ways of preventing his arrival and wished for the god to simply leave the earth alone. They even prophesied a hero who would slay the god.

Phoc didn't believe that was true. His research indicated that the thing from beyond was responsible for restarting humanity with all those relics of the past lying around, relics of a decently advanced civilization reduced to just memories and a few guns. If a whole world couldn't stop it, no one man could either.

As Phoc's day to lead came to fruition, one of the few surface dwellers told of how someone had slain the guardian to the dungeon which they hid beneath. No one had been able to do so yet, and some believed this was the hero's doing. Coinciding with this, the Moon Lord got more restless. He demanded more worship, and for the cultists to rise higher so he could hear them better. This happened again, along with new fantastic creatures appearing in a land of rainbows and blue grass. Every now and then Cthulhu would demand for his worshippers to climb higher and higher, above the dungeon they hid in and to the surface.

Once there, Phoc was worried. The Celestial Seal and the worshipping rituals were fragile and specific. He insisted everyone begin training to defeat potential threats that may arise while on the surface. But it wasn't enough. One day, a woman clad in ghost-like metal and wielding a dark blade approached the tablet, and without caring, slaughtered the worshippers. They barely even had a chance to fight back. Phoc, nearby, rushed to the scene. "Do you know what you've done? I need to get some other sealers before-"

A loud bang interrupted him. The woman broke the celestial seal, it's great power leaking out from the cracks. Enraged, befuddled, and vengeful, Phoc absorbed whatever power was left and dueled the heretic. It was a hard battle, flying in the sky, flames, electricity, illusions and ice flew everywhere. Phoc eventually came out on top, but as the celestial power left him, he realized what was going to happen. In the sky he could already see it, the huge pillars that spawned the Moon Lord's minions. Phoc quickly gathered up the heretic's equipment and made his final stand in front of the place he called home.

It was not meant to be, unfortunately. There were hundreds of them, the monsters, all rampaging, destroying the earth's inhabitants, preparing for His coming. After a full hour of fighting the beasts, Phoc was overrun. As his vision faded to black, Phoc regretted failing in his duties. If he had a second chance, he'd be sure to always protect the earth and those on it.

Powers
Celestial Power: A minor remnant of the celestial power he absorbed remains in his body. He has a small boost to health, as well as the ability to generate a lighter-sized flame, an electric charge a bit better than static shock, generate a decent amount of light, and a chilly wind.
Spellsword: Phoc is above ametuer level with both magic and a blade. He's also a decent shot.

Weapons:

• This Uzi, the very first telescopic bolt weapon, has been modified to be just as effective as a minigun. Well, obviously it has a slightly lower rate of fire and a much shorter clip, but it seems to be enchanted to work with any type of round, from a musket bullet to a 9mm.
• A spellbook that reads "Razorblade Typhoon" in latin, this tome summons an incredibly sharp disc of water that homes in on a target to slice it in half.
• The Night's Edge, a sword that borrows the power of evil, has been reforged to be faster, stronger, and when swung generates a spinning blade that travels a few meters before dissipating.
• Vampire Knives, Phoc's best weapon, a relic that, when swung, produces a line of 5 knives that drain blood from any they hit and give it back to Phoc.

Equipment

• His lunar robes, and the mask that marks him as head 'worshipper.'
• Under said robes are a set of spectre's armor, though the headwear has been broken, so no unique effects besides bonuses to magic power and defense.
• A set of spectre's wings, allowing flight for a small amount of time.
• A Charm of Myths, which regenerates an incredibly small amount of health every second, as well as increasing the user's tolerance to potions and magic brews.
• A Star Veil, a small piece of jewelry that summons small stars from above, and gives a split second of invincibility once the wearer is struck.
• A Worm Scarf, which improves the wearer's hardiness by making their skin harder to penetrate.
• Lightning Boots, a pair of shoes which allow the wearer to run at double their usual speed once they've been running for 5 seconds. They also have small boosters in the heels to increase Wing's flight potential.
• 3 greater healing potions. Though they can instantly restore 40% of health, they do horrible things to the stomach. Drinking more than one a minute will induce vomiting, stomach pains, and ulcers. With a Charm of Myths though, Phoc can drink one every 45 seconds.
• 6 mana potions. Restores a decent amount of mana, with no sickness!
• 160 musket balls stored in 5 32 round Uzi clips.

Universe of Origin: Terraria

[Kafka Komedy]

Hey what's up everybody it's G4M3R, today we're playing...

G4M3R

Name: Kirb Siegel
Alias: G4M3R
Age: 19
Alignment: Anti-hero, deep down. Probably would like to be referred to as Hero though.
Loyalty: Minutemen
Appearance: Standing in at a short 5'4" and 110 lbs. Kirb is a surprisingly attractive young man, blessed with a smooth complexion, sharp features, and charmingly messy hair. He's got just the tiniest traces of a gut and a few callouses and cuts on his hands, but that's about the extent of his physical imperfections. Casually, he simply wears hoodies and jeans most days, occasionally dropping the sweater for a long sleeve button-up. His most bizarre feature is obviously the receivers on the side of his head, replacing his ears. To hide this he often wears a beanie in public.

Kirb plans to change his hero costume often, though currently it is a simple cosplay of Heat, from SMT DDS. It's made of simple cloth and bronze, as well as worked in kneepads, elbow pads, and a bulletproof vest. He has also added two holsters, one on each hip. The one on his left houses his reflector shield, and the one on his right is home to the OmniWrench.

History: Kirb was the first born and oldest child in his family. Though growing up he had a strained relationship with his siblings, his peers certainly didn't mind him and he was quite intelligent. He displayed, at a young age, a fascination with fantasy and games. He could admittedly be a bit of a space cadet, but not enough to spur any worry. Kirb breezed through life, careful to not seriously try his hand at anything besides his academics, before discovering video games. Once he discovered them, he became obsessed. They were his only hobby, essentially, and although a few of his relationships began to slip, he was still pulling in good grades and having fun.

He began getting into the competitive gaming scene near the end of his Sophomore year. His game of choice was Super Smash Bros Melee, one of his favorite games that had a tournament scene, from what he had saw online and locally. For months he practiced combos, important techniques, and against his friends. He thrashed them easily, and was confident in his ability all the way until thje day of the tourney. Admittedly once there, he had gotten a bit of cold feet, but his friend Pete helped him get over himself. He had put in the time, he had proven himself, and he would win.

Kirb climbed the brackets. It started off easy, some thirteen year old who was a big fan of Pikachu was easily taken down by Kirb's Roy. Quickly though, the challenge ramped up. Every opponent got a bit stronger, a bit more skilled, a bit more precise, and a bit faster. But he always came out on top, and Pete was cheering for him. Finally, he was facing off against the last person in the finale. The winner of the loser's bracket, a young man named Nathan. Kirb won the first round easy, but something didn't feel right. How could he ascend the brackets playing so poorly? His suspicions turned out to be true, as during round two, Nathan began playing miles better, using techniques Kirb had never even seen. He desperately tried to fight back but after even a round he unplugged his controller and left the vender, fuming, as Nate called out to him smugly. He left Pete behind and walked home.

Days later, Kirb was still absolutely pissed. He hadn't even bothered to try and talk to any of his friends and sat, stewing in his room for days. Eventually he had managed to return to school but his grades plummeted. His thoughts were crowded with how to find this person, show him up, and destroy him. Every day and every night, as he was training, as he was eating, as he was sleeping. But he had no idea how to do any of that. He read through phone books, put out ads, searched the internet. As the end of his senior year approached, Kirb received a letter with no return address. It simply stated "Leaving town soon, have fun ;] -Nathan"

Kirb was completely stunned. For almost a year he had been looking for this man and had come up with nothing. No trace of that person even existing beyond their encounter. He hadn't even told anyone about him! And yet still Nathan was a million steps ahead, able to figure out Kirb's address and send him a direct letter! Instantly Kirb ripped up the letter, ran into his house and grabbed a blade and some tools. Smashing a radio open, he gutted it for parts and began building. Kirb wasn't even sure what was going on frankly, everything was such a blur, even cutting off his own ears. After a few hours and a lot of pain, Kirb's ears were now replaced with Quote's Receivers. Tuning in, Kirb began flipping through channels, listening for Nate's smarmy voice. Flipping through, obviously, didn't amount to much though. For hours he sat in his room intercepting phone signals fruitlessly, until one of his siblings came in. They asked what was on his ears and he told her to piss off. Eventually his parents came in and realized he had engineered an advanced communications device and managed to replace his ears with it.

They were certainly concerned, but also happy that their son was a parahuman. In fact they mentioned how proud of him they were, and wanted to get him into the Protectorate, since he was almost of age. Kirb insisted against it, instead wanting to form his own organization. His family was all for him making something of himself considering he wasn't passing school and he wasn't going to become good at videogames. For a few months Kirb began setting everything up, trying to put Nate out of his mind for the foreseeable future. He'd see Kirb, or at least his alias G4M3R's exploits and realize that playing some dumb game well was worthless when one could bring stuff from those games out to fight crime.

Kirb formed his group, called the Minutemen, took out a loan to get a small office, and called an old friend to help out. Recently the group has introduced another member into the fold, Kyoshi, and Kirb plans on bringing another person into their group.

Personality

Motivations: Kirb want's to prove to the world that he has skill, that he's not your average gamer and that that stupid competition didn't mean shit and that he's BETTER THAN YOU NATHAN, DO YOU HEAR ME?
Sexuality:Bisexual, preference for effeminate men or transgendered women.
Likes:

• Videogames
• Videogames!
• VIDEO GAMES!!!
• Mashup Albums
• Money
• Females (Males)

Dislikes:

• Nathan
• Cheapskates
• Braggarts
• Internet Animations

Derangement: Oddly enough Kirb's derangement affects his powers. Kirb is currently incapable from taking ideas from forms of media other than videogames. He's also extremely vindictive and will hold grudges for obscene amounts of time.

Parahumanism

Skills: Kirb used to be fairly decent at SSBM. His skills have fallen off though, even if he still displays an encyclopedic knowledge of almost all videogames. He is also a decent shot, and runs a letsplay site endorsing his crime fighting group.
Classification: Tinker
Details: Kirb is a Free Tinker, with no specific specialization. Guns, blades, armors or tools, he can build it all. Unfortunately, there is one very hard rule to what he builds; He can't have thought of it himself. All ideas he thinks of he inevitably can not build. Instead, he has to take ideas from elsewhere to build them. To get around this limitation, G4M3R takes his ideas from videogames, taking the weapons he's used in the virtual world and transforming them into real live pieces of machinery.
Limitations: Like all Tinkers, Kirb needs space, time, and resources to make his inventions. He also, as stated, needs to have gotten the idea from somewhere else. His derangement also limits him exclusively to taking inspiration from video games, and those he hasn't played he can't make anything from. He is also pretty weak in the bioengineering quadrant, though cybernetics aren't an issue.
Equipment

• Cybernetic Receiver - His ears have been replaced with Quote's receiver, allowing him to listen to and even magnify or deafen regular sound, as well as intercept radio waves.
• Reflector - An electromagnetic shield that envelops Kirb's whole body, designed to reflect any projectiles thrown at it back to sender. It works on both physical projectiles and plasmas, but gases or liquids pass through it just fine. It can also only be activated for a full second before needing to be activated again.
• OmniWrench 12000 - A large wrench, useful for tightening bolts but more useful in combat. It's a pretty powerful striking weapon, and can be thrown to far off places and return to the user's grip. It's also magnetically charged.

[Kafka Komedy]

The Performer and the Art

Tue & Bunny

Race: Mask/Living Doll

Mask Desc

A mask infused with demonic energy (either through ritual, being left in a Demon realm for a long time, or being worn by a demon for a long time) will manifest a body to cut out the middleman (or woman) and entertain people themselves. Most of these Masks become erotic dancers, seducing men through plays and shows. However, some are more influenced by the character their mask is based on or those who wore it and will take on more unique personalities. Some don't even seek out husbands depending on the character the mask was.

Magic/Abilities:
Masks have a few abilities relating to their want to be a one-man show. Being performers naturally they're great at dancing (and by extension, dodging.) Their magical abilities include creating illusions of sight and sound, as well as temporary cloning. These clones are just loose manifestations of Mana and can be shattered quite easily. They also can't be more than 30 ft. away from the Mask, nor can they speak. Being "born" in the Moon kingdom, Tue is the owner of a true-flintlock rifle. She's proficient in reloading and decently accurate, but she prefers using her blade instead. She isn't very good with it frankly, she knows a few Iaijutsu techniques and basic single blade sword-fighting, but that's about it.

Living dolls possess two major abilities, disguise and charm. Bunny is obviously a pretty convincing pass for a regular old rabbit doll, allowing her numerous stealth opportunities when combined with her size and speed. All Dolls also have the ability to charm their opponents. Even those who aren't attracted to women will inherently like and trust Bunny, and she can dial up the ability to put the enemy in a state where they won't attack her for a bit. Bunny specifically is incredibly fast, just able to be seen by the human eye, and quite dextrous. She also has numerous pocket knives, and great accuracy with them.

Personality: Tue is an actor, true and true. She's dramatic, a bit flamboyant, and loves to please. This isn't how she wants to be, however. As the reincarnation of Tyr, she aches to be strong-willed, and an enforcer of her rule. She emulates these personality traits as well as she can muster, which is not much. Though she may try and act tough, truly she has no problem with humans, and only wishes that she not be treated as a second class citizen. When asking for "love" she will often use her natural dancing skill, and will not feed without consent.

Bunny is violent. Being created as a weapon and tool to ward off demons, she is a natural born killer. She doesn't really understand others can't just be sewn up like she can and is very ruthless in combat. She's also quite quiet and doesn't trust humans very much. Despite this, she does want to love and be loved, and she wears her heart on her sleeve. Though she is used to often living on starvation rations, she is known to occasionally hold up men for a meal.

Background: There once was a family in the Moon Kingdom, a husband, wife, and a child. On the child's 5th birthday, they received a gift; a small doll of their favorite animal, a rabbit. This rabbit meant a lot to them, they loved it so and the family was happy. As time went on, the father grew more and more paranoid. The city officials were off fighting wars at the borders, who would protect them from the demons in the slums when they might attack? The father took measures into his own hands.

Conscripting the aid of the most trustworthy demon he could find, the father turned his child's wondrous plaything into a tool, and a weapon. Demons were naturally territorial, and were discouraged from entering homes inhabited by other demons. The bunny doll was now a Living Doll, simply dubbed "Bunny."

Their relationship started out rocky, certainly. It was common knowledge that demons natural exerted demonic energy. This corrupting force was a bad influence, especially on children. For a while, the father kept the child and Bunny separated, ensuring that she wouldn't turn his son into an Incubus. He began relaxing his terms eventually, and the two were happy playing with each other when the neighbors weren't around.

Bunny was not perfect, as she will openly admit. One night, as the father and a friend of his were fighting, things seemed they were going to get violent. Bunny, always vigilant, attempted to break up the situation. With knives. Luckily the man was left alive, but the family's demon had almost killed a man. If they ever had any hope of being accepted by their community, they had to get rid of her.

---

In a remote edge of a poor, poor city lie a community. A cult, dedicated to an ex-demon lord, Tyr. A demon dressed in black who ruled silently, and with an iron fist. All that remained of him was a simple mask he often wore, so the cult worshipped it, thinking it could bring the second coming of their leader, a new demonic messiah. Over time, as a tiny bit of demon energy poured into it each day, their wish would come true.

As one day the mass was giving thanks to their lord, the mask began to shake violently. As Mana exerted from it and swam around it a woman's body formed from the mask. Their lord had been reborn. Quickly the entire cult was called to witness their new savior, who would become the demon lord and slay the humans once again. The just-made woman was overcome by emotion their actions, and asked them to stop. They did, without hesitation.

Being unaware of what was going on, the head priestess handed her their book, which chronicled Tyr's actions and what was prophesied to happen when he was reborn. As Tue, the name the cult had given her as the new Tyr, read over the book, she was worried. She had no interest in replicating these actions, new hatred for humans, and she was not the stoic, strong leader they asked her to be. She had to become more powerful before she could truly become this messiah they asked of her. She told her believers that she would need to travel the country to regain her connection with the old lord, and set off as a wandering swordsman. Along the way, she encountered a small doll by the side of a river.

Sitting by the side of a stream, the two met, Tue drawn in by Bunny's Charm. They talked for a bit and, being sucked in by Bunny's personality and story being so close to the Warrior From the East's, she offered to journey with the doll, seeing as Tue could pass as human quite easily. Bunny agreed to, having nowhere else to go, and the two began forming a genuine bond. For a year or so they simply got by as sellswords and vagrants, but the two got much too cocky. As the sun rose on the first day of their stay at the border of Vajro, the two were awoken from their sleep by the city guards. They had been discovered.

Through a mix of Tue's illusions, Bunny's ruthlessness, and luck, they got out of their with but a scratch on them. News spread quickly of this amazing feat, which brought their names to Bartholomew. He sent them an invite, and they both accepted.

_{Slimes a best desu}

[Kafka Komedy]

Kazou, the Hierophant

Kazou Hanta

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Arcana: Hierophant

Equipment: Aside from standard school supplies, Kazou frequently carries with him a pocket knife from an old delinquent friend, and a recently bought top of the line smartphone.

Skills: Kazou is quite the quick learner, and likes to play games when he can be bothered. Unfortunately, since he can't very often, he doesn't have many practical skills.

Personality: Kouza is that kid who never does anything in class. He can been seen sleeping, doodling, checking his phone or even staring into space, but often he's not working. Due to a mixture of depression, laziness, and lethargy, Kazou often just can't be bothered. He also makes no attempt to interact with others, due to anxiety over their reaction to his mental issues. When interacted with, he often makes many deprecating comments on the state of the world in a joking manner, and is general very jokey and not very serious at all to hide his true feelings. When alone he is often very reminiscent of his childhood, and his junior high years.

Biography: Kazou would regard his childhood as "happy." Then he was too stupid to see the heavily strained relationship between mother and father. His relationship with his sister was "filled with scuffles" instead of hatred. He found wonder and joy in games. Though his family soon had to begin moving due to his father's job, and how little it paid. This proved to create a good excuse in Kazou's mind to run away from his problems; all problems could be solved by relocating in his mind.

In junior high, Kazou's father found a more stable job and Kazou himself found with a great set of friends. He felt genuinely very happy being around them, even if they were a bit strange and a bit silly. To him, the group fit together like a glove, and they hung out as much as possible. Or at least, in the beginning it felt like that. Near the end of his last year of junior high Kazou began drifting apart from the group and over the summer they never even talked. Fearing his friends had left him, he left too. His father was thinking of taking a job opportunity in Shikatsu, and Kazou expressed interest in following his father there, without his mother or sister. His father agreed to it.

This transfer to his new school, "Uchima Senior High," has proven a terrible idea. This exile from his friends has triggered a deep depression which Kazou currently can't escape from. He has made almost no friends and his grades are failing. Negative reactions to his down state have taught him not to really interact with people much and he knows, or at least believes, he can't talk to his father about his predicament. For a full year now he's been suffering, attempting half-heartedly to get out of his stupor. Maybe soon, some adventure or friends will fall into his lap. Apparently this old school has a history of odd stuff, or so he's heard.

Theme: Heaven's Night
Battle: Morituros

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Persona
Name: Oedipus
Appearance: Oedipus is a legless wooden puppet, shrouded in a toga pinned at the waist. In one of it's spike-fingered hands it wields a bloodied blade. It's face is featureless, save it's wide-brimmed traveler's hat, and a flowing length of gauze covering where the being's eyes would be. At the eye sockets are crimson stains that seem to leak down Oedipus's face. On it's back are the wings of a falcon.
Traits

• Absorb: Pierce
• Resist: Psi
• Weak: Curse, Earth

Abilities/Skills:
Psi, Double Shot, Evil Touch

[Kafka Komedy]

SCOTT WORCESTER

Real Life Info

Name: Simon Worcester
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Student

Personality: Simon is the epitome of the 'shy boy beginning to come out of his shell' trope. Though he is withdrawn and introverted, with motivation from people he has been able to display bravery. He has low self worth, and is very naive. Still, his natural awkward charm has attracted people to him occasionally, and he certainly doesn't try to push them away. He has a bit of a tendency for jealousy, but his heart is definitely in the right place.

Biography: Simon has been a naturally shy kid for most of his life. Since his parents were often very busy, and he was an only child, he was not very used to interacting with other children. Most of his life he was pretty ignored, certainly not picked on, but never really liked either. In middle school, someone finally became his friend. The seventh grader, Steve. He was a bit of a bad kid, and Simon could tell he had a rough home life. Still Steve and Simon helped each other out, and eventually Simon became less shy. He has had to move recently though, and now that Steve is not there to help him day to day, Simon has to try much harder to socialize. He got this game to sort of ease him into becoming more active and confident.

In-Game Info

Username: Robo_Warrior_Viral
Gender: None
Race/Species: Robot

Personality: Viral is a very shoot first ask, but ask lotsa questions later person. They are quite quiet, when not asking questions, but are almost always happy around friends. Their inquisitive and defensive nature leads them to be quite nosy, and Simon's true nature seems to leak into them, as they are more of a solider than a commander. They are also a bit clingy, but that's just because they love you.

Stats:
Teamwork [7/10]
Fitness [5/10]
Agility [3/10]
Stamina [9/10]
IQ [8/10]
Strategy [5/10]

Skills:

• Mechanic - Being a robot, they know tons about machinery. They can disassemble, repair, and reassemble lots of stuff.
• Pilot - They also know how to use most machines well.

Abilities:

• Heaven Piercing Laser - A large laser that deals fire damage.
• Repair - Restore a small amount of health, and provide a temporary +5% Movement buff.
• Semi-circle of Defense - A protective bubble that reduces all damage in an area by 30%

Weapons:

• Beam Katana - A large blade in the shape of an isosceles triangle extends from the back of their hand.
• Blast Shield - A wrist mounted conclave blast shield. Especially effective at blocking explosive and fire damage.

Class: Paladin/Robot
Recognition: A bit intimidating
Fame: They have just started recently, and have not accrued much fame.

Extras: Yes, that thing does have a mouth, and can ingest foods and potions. They're about 6'6".

[Kafka Komedy]

Lukas Vitae

Lukas Vitae

Age: 23
Physical Description: Lukas is a tall, skinny man with large hands and pale skin. He has a love for compartments, frequently wearing satchels, messenger bags, and cargo pants. He prefers long sleeve shirts to short ones and wears them much more often as well. He only seems to own a few socks and slips on sandals in the morning more often than not. When preaching the good word, he always dons his goat-skull mask and doesn't wear a shirt.

Short Bio: Lukas was fairly agnostic until the Malakim Records started popping up. He never had really found an ideology or belief system he could truly believe in. Out of school he got a simple job as a manager and felt empty, wanting to truly devote himself to something. While he was lethargically moving some records around in his office he discovered a book he had never seen before. He simultaneously could and couldn't read it, and halfway through realized he had discovered a Malakim Record. He had believed those fake but now was a very definite believer. Experimenting with his powers, he decided these were a gift from the True God, and reasoned that the True God was Lady Baphomet due to the powers he had received and his opinions on the world.

Personality: Lukas is a man who tries to be understanding. He is ultimately devoted to his god but realizes that being a missionary is hard, and not all will accept the truth. Still, in appreciation for his magical powers, he slays 'heretics', or those who use their magic powers to end the lives or pleasures of others. As his religion states, he believes in reincarnation, no afterlife, and the indulgence in worldly desires, for that is all there is and all there will ever be. He doesn't tend to get mad at big changes, knowing the pendulum will swing back around one day. He also has a really high tolerance for pain and loves wine.

Important Items

• Platinum Sickle - A simple weapon, to reap those who are immune to his magic or to open wounds in his body.
• Spray Cans - Two aerosol cans filled with Lukas's blood, used to dispel any magic spells he may come across.
• Goat Skull Mask - A ceramic mask in the image of a goat's skull, representing Baphomet. Cloth has been wrapped around the slight cracks in the mask received from a heretic.

Spell List

• World LV2 - Pyrokinesis, (Lukas can generate and manipulate flames with the power of magic. All materials that are consumed by these flames become ash, even metals and plastics. To generate flames, Lukas has to thrust a limb forward, be it arms, legs, or even his head. While in flight though Lukas can effect its direction with his mind.)
  Ash Manipulation, (When Lukas physically touches ash, he can mold it into any shape or size he desires and make it densely packed enough to be as hard as steel, though the amount of ash he has on hand affects what he can make.)
• High-Change LV2 - Wings, (Lukas can solidify mana from the atmosphere to give himself a set of black avian wings with which to fly. He has to stand still and focus to perform this spell though.)
  Blood Generation, (By clapping his hands together, Lukas can convert mana into blood, optionally prefilled with oxygen, and pump it through his veins. Because of this it is much harder to kill him without directly affecting his organs.)
• Underworld LV2 - Resuscitation, (Lukas can cast a small lightning bolt with a flick of the finger that, when it strikes a corpse, will bring that person back to life for about ten seconds.)
  Faux-Resurrection, (Lukas can cast a spell on himself that will bring himself back to life after he has died, though he loses access to all of his magic for a time, and dying isn't exactly fun. This spell only works on himself and isn't a true resurrection spell technically.)

[Kafka Komedy]

Lyle McCog

Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair Color: Orange & White
Eye Color: Black
Race: Cybernetic Fox
Written Appearance: Lyle is an anthropomorphic red fox, with soft orange fur and white accents. His right arm and one of his tails have been replaced with cybernetic improvements, and he has a back-mounted cannon. All are slightly scratched and dull from constant fights. He is slightly above average in terms of height, though his physical physique is a bit flabby. He constantly wears a light grey bomber jacket, under it a variety of graphic tees. He most often wears dark brown cargo-pants, though he has jeans and shorts in numerous colors too. For some reason he never wears shoes.
Personality: Lyle is kind of a jerk. He regards himself the only sane, smart man in the room aside from when his father's around. He's especially ashamed to be related to the insane failure of a super-villain that his sister is. He does hero-ing out of a mix of his father forcing him to, and to break away and dissociate from his mother and sister. Truly all he wants to do in life is laze away tinkering with his toys, but in a world where the best job option he's got is to tell customers about their cyborg leg installations, he's not so sure that's gonna happen. Besides this, he also feels lonely, though he'd never admit to wanting to spend time with people as stupid as society.
Current Story: Lyle's father, James Miles McCog, forced him into this job, knowing that his sister, Kokuro, was there. He wants the Lyle to convert her to the light side, or barring that at least stop any evil plans she might have. He also thinks that working with Clay will be a good bonding experience for the both of them. Lyle wants to avoid his crazy sister personally, but has accepted the job for two reasons. Firstly, he gets to work with more actual machines, unlike in Shop club, which he is a member of. Secondly, materials don't pay for themselves, and Lyle is saving up to upgrade his bionic limbs.
Level: 2
Archetype: A mix of both of the most famous game foxes-- Tails and Fox McCloud.
Store Position: Repairman/Tech Specialist
Weapon(s): His back-mounted cannon, which can turn into a mortar, a laser blaster, or a gatling gun. Simply flip it over the shoulder and look down the fold out sight-- it has lock-on tech and scans level too!
Abilities

• Bionic Arm - Lyle's metal arm is very powerful, able to extend long distances and latch onto objects to pull him there, or pull stuff to him.
• Bionic Arm 2.0 - Lyle's metal arm can also transform into a chainsaw! Used with the 1.0 additions Lyle can become a long-range spinning whirlwind of death!
• Bionic Tail - Lyle's cybernetic tail is basically a rocket, able to propel him in different directions as a sort of boost.
• Mechanical Prowess - Lyle is the one who replaced both of his limbs, and is proficient in making and repairing machinery. He's the guy who's always fixing the electric nachos machine too.

Friends: His brother Clay is about the only friend he has, but even then they aren't particularly close.
Rivals: Same story as above.
Enemies: His sister Kokuro Majokko, who works at Mr. Poe's.

[Kafka Komedy]

Allant Oestaer

Allant Østær

(Also spelled Oestaer so I don't have to bust out the special characters.)
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: 6' even, slightly muscular, tanned with mid-length dark brown hair and grey eyes.

Bio: Allant was the fourth son of a noble lord in Marrulah, a position oft considered worse than that of a serf. Though before the age of 10 Allant was able to learn and live in relative peace, as soon as he got past that age he was enlisted in the training of a retired Mirino, treasure seekers who ventured into the Dread Desert in search of riches. He had two blades placed in his hands and got to work. Dual Skill is a difficult martial art to learn, but it is also accompanied by difficult truths that the Mirino live by. Mirino know first hand the frailty of life, Allant's teacher being one of the only Mirino to live to 30; indeed he was only 37 and had been retired for 3 years.

The Mirino knights also place immense importance on the arts, considering they often recover delicate artistic artefacts from humanities past. All Mirino pick up a craft of their choosing, so they may live on past their quick deaths through their works. Allant inherited the skill of his mentor; painting. Allant's days were then filled with rigorous practice, and education in perspective and artistic theory. Near the end of his training he was paired up with another Mirino about to be sent out into the Dread Desert; Yuria. Mirino worked in duos and needed to be familiar with each other.

While getting to know Yuria, some of her beliefs rubbed off on Allant. Her family was aggressively against the old gods, believing them to have caused the Starfall and abandoning humanity for the fear that they would rise up from the gods tyrannical rule. Knowing the prosperity humanity used to live in from their golden relics and the danger and squalor he was being subjected to now, Allant couldn't help but agree with her.

Eventually, Allant and Yuria's training was complete. The two were sent out to the Dread Deserts many a time and they recovered quite a few impressive finds, all while Allant worked on creating a truly good painting, for he never really had grasped it. As the two saved each other time after time, Allant began developing romantic inclinations towards his partner, but she had passed not even from an attempt on her life, but from a sickness she had contracted out in the desert. Without a partner, Allant was unable to continue work as a Mirino, but had no interest in preparing other children like him to die. Instead he sent out to find a proper place for himself in the world, and discovered the Blood Rose Irregulars. With no skills but killing and treasure hunting to his name, Allant deigned to work for the mercenaries.

Fighting Style: Allant is highly trained in the Marrulah martial art Dual Skill, the use of two weapons at once to defend and counter in one swift motion. Since shields are largely useless fighting the powerful Orcs, Dual Skill fighters are adept at parrying rather than braving an attack head on. They also are trained to use both weapons to strike at once for a killing blow, and the use of throwing stars to both distract and kill. Orcs are often fought as pairs, where one would take the vanguard and the other would use those techniques to ensure a death before the vanguard was overwhelmed.

Equipment
Weaponry

• Main Gauche - A double-edged dagger ending in a sharp point with a large hand guard and two thin slits at the base of the hilt aiming to catch human blades.
• Estoc - A longsword with no edge, instead used to pierce thick hides or armors. Almost always paired with the Main Gauche.
• Arming Blades - Two one-handed blades meant to be wielded at once. One features a serrated edge made to get unarmored opponents to bleed heavily.
• Tri-Edges - Six throwing weapons kept on a belt, which can be used in many ways.

Armor

• Robes - Loose fitting cloth made of cotton that shields one from the sun and hides one's armor, trimmed with silk and animal furs.
• Breastplate - A cuirass and faulds that are slightly skewed to the left side to mitigate the losses of a failed parry. Also features a hauberk underneath.
• Mask - A steel mask used purely as shielding from the sun, since even a shielded blow to the head from an Orc was often enough to lead to a death.
• Chainmail and Footwear - The legs are covered in a light chainmail and end in leather boots.
• Gauntlets - Simple leather gloves that reach the elbow and as such the hauberk.

Miscellaneous

• Soul Stones - A collection of entirely unidentified Orc Soul Stones, acting as all of Allant's money.
• Supplies - A water skin, a few pounds of dried meats, and a tent.
• Pouches - Two free leather pouches to stuff treasure into.
• Orc Soulstone Ring - A ring with a refined Orc Soul Stone that can improve Allant's overall muscle strength when used, increase speed and power.

Skills/Abilities

• Combat - Allant is a skilled Mirino knight, a slayer of many orcs.
• Artistry - Allant is a decent painter, but an even better appraiser. He's able to tell without a shadow of a doubt how much a piece is worth if he has some time with it.
• Survival - Allant is familiar with deserts and how exactly to brave them.

Other Information:

Mirino

The Mirino are knights of lords who frequently venture out into the Dread Deserts to reclaim old gold and treasures to pay the serfs who worked the fields, and often themselves as well. They also defend against the attacks of Orcs and Shadow Creatures on the kingdom, though both are now rare due to Marrulah's position. They have a unique fighting style and consist almost entirely of disgraced or lowly nobles due to the rigorous training and somewhat expensive equipment it requires.