Afro Samurai

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Kamasi Adwoa

Location: Formal Sitting Room → Ground Floor
Skills: N/A

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Mmm, mm, mm! It was getting good. Kamasi lifted an eyebrow as after tensions cooled between the blonde haired girl and the… red haired? Chestnut? Hard to say, but after they had their argument then a man with a musical southern drawl and a man with silver hair began fighting. In all his years here, he hadn’t seen this much drama in one room and in one day. Kamasi had a feeling this would be a good couple of months.

”Sleeping with the Stark girl?” he admonished. So deliciously scandalous. He finished the orange juice but swirled the ice cubes around as he slithered about the crowd and got closer. And then Shelly started punching herself? By Bast!

Kamasi scanned the room, looking to meet eyes with anyone who found all of this as juicy as he did.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Kamasi Adwoa

Location: Kitchen → Formal Sitting Room → Ground Floor
Skills: N/A

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Kitchen detour first, actually. He could hear the patter of voices gathered around and the tension in the air with words to match, though Kamasi couldn’t make out what was being said with any sort of clarity. He took to pouring himself some mid-day orange juice instead. Then, only when his glass was almost filled to the brim, two ice cubes--no more and no less, one with a little crack in it for aesthetic purposes--he took to the formal sitting room with the rest of the gathered bodies.

It was there he saw: Richard, Dean, Ayita, Mirembe, Neil, Allison, Mary, and others. Of the group, he hadn’t had the chance to get to know them all that well, though Mirembe had an ethereal familiarity about her, Kamasi just couldn’t figure what. He had stood far back as possible as he watched the argument go on.

He sipped some of hs orange juice and said, more to himself than anyone else but still audible enough,

”Looks like I missed the invitation.” Kamasi lifted an eyebrow, then sipped some more orange juice and gave the impression that he was minding his business.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Kamasi Adwoa

Location: First Sub-Basement, Gymnasium
Skills: N/A

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He wore a white towel over his shoulder and a tanktop to accompany his nylon basketball shorts. Suicide sprints from one end of the gym to the other; sweat hit the ground and dripped in trails as he accelerated forward. He was nearing the end of his proverbial rope and sat down with his back propped against a wall. He swigged from a bottle of water and wiped sweat from his forehead. After catching his breath, he rose to his feet and curled the towel around his neck and walked to the men’s dorms where he picked out a fresh pair of clothes: a black turtleneck, a gold herringbone, a brown blazer and slacks and regular black dress shoes.

He layed it all out meticulous across the bed and then went to the showers. In a few minutes and now plenty clean, Kamasi went to his room and got dressed. Socks, undergarments, slacks, dress shoes, turtle neck, chain, blazer--in that order. He sat on his bed and buttoned his cufflinks while never breaking visage of the vanity mirror which sat at the foot of his bed. He was ready for the day. Inhale, exhale.

He exited his dorm and went up the stairs to meet the rest of the group, first to the formal sitting room.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Kamasi Adwoa

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Kamasi Adwoa

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Character Summary

Name: Kamasi Adwoa
Aliases: None.
Age: 20
Birthday: September 9th, 2000
Birth Place: Birnin Bashenga, Wakanda, Africa
Gender: Male
Powers: Dynakinetic healing (healing energy transferred through playing cards and other projectile objects he chooses to imbue)
Editorial Nickname: Tree
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: 5 years

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Appearance

Height: 6’0
Weight: 205
Build: Athletic.
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Black.
Skin Tone: Dark chocolate.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two scars on the backs of his hands
Personal Style: With most of his formative years spent in Wakanda, Kamasi grew up dressing, speaking, and carrying himself with that professionalism and rigidity found in many of the country’s native sons and daughters. He prefers fine clothes: slacks, dress shoes, blazers, etc. He will, when necessary, dress ‘down’ into a turtleneck and some jeans and a gold herringbone but otherwise he prefers his suits pressed and his cologne soft.

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Psychology

Charismatic * Cocky * Selfless * Timid * Patient * Ignorant

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Kamasi is subject to the same quiet and apparent detachment for which many Wakandans are known. Unlike his statesmen, Kamasi is not at all afraid of espousing himself or his peers. To say he is undeserving of his confidence is no exaggeration, for his laurels stem from his lineage; he wears his nationality as a badge of pride and is open about where he is from and what he has done or will do for his country and those from it.

That source of pride comes with its own drawbacks--his mouth will see him at odds with those who are less inclined to bask in their own abilities. He wants to see others thrive, and is unabashed in trying to instill confidence in those around him (some say it makes him ‘annoying’ he likes to call it affirmative). He makes demands and expects them done, even if he is not in charge. He has no qualm in taking charge if he thinks others are inadequate at what they are doing.

Of course, these outer layers are not thick as he presumes and Adwoa is rather drawn into himself when he feels he has failed himself and those around him. His moments of introspection come in strong, crippling bursts and he is at his most vulnerable then.
Habits: Meddling with his clothes or his hair.
Hobbies: Knitting, jogging, collecting new decks of cards
Fears:

• Someone dying before he can heal them
• Picking the wrong card from his deck
• Failing his country and its people

Likes:

• Lions
• Crocodiles
• Stuffed animals
• Ace and Joker cards
• Jewelry
• Wakanda
• Hunting

Dislikes:

• Fear
• False humility
• His own timidness
• Tacky clothing
• Someone lacking confidence
• Bullies

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Cooking
• Driving
• Multilingual
• Thrift
• Knitting
• Spatial Awareness

Combat Skills:

• Knife throwing
• Card throwing
• Quickness
• Athletic

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.

• A full 52 standard deck of playing cards
• A deck of tarot cards
• A gold watch
• A set of gold herringbones and chains
• Many blazers
• Many pairs of slacks
• Many dress shoes
• A lot of turtlenecks
• A set of throwing and hunting knives
• A locket with a lion on it

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History

How did you discover your powers: Wakanda--a nation stuck in perpetual war outside of the Golden City--had its own share of rebels, militia, and freedom fighter groups present in the rest of Africa and with this came the destruction of countless villages and the excising of many tribes from homelands.

The Adwoa tribe, of which Kamasi is the youngest child, was victim to such an attack by the much larger Hyena clan which ruled much of the land outside the Golden City. Many still died, but Kamasi managed to preserve the lives of six members of his village from harm--even bullets and knives would not hurt those six under his protection: those six being his mother and five other siblings. Kamasi remembers none of it.

General History: Born outside Wakanda’s capital, Kamasi and his tribe were tiny when compared to the massive Hyena or the even larger and far more brutish Jabari. Vestiges of smaller clans who refused to follow the Panther cult and its leader banded together to brave the long and dark wilds that were Wakanda’s humid jungles and mysterious valleys.

Where aid from the capital city took weeks and sometimes months to reach the tribes on the furthest reaches of the nation, Kamasi and his Sobek and Sekhmet tribal brethren learned to hunt, cook, and gather raw material for themselves. When various minor famines would sweep the outskirts, the men of the tribes were conscripted into Wakanda’s army or turned to pillaging neighboring villages for what they could find. Kamasi’s father were among those who joined these raiders, and Kamasi’s father had been idle from Kamasi’s life for most of his formative years. He would not see his father again until he was fourteen.

Raised by his mother and the other matrons of the village, Kamasi grew to become a great hunter and warrior, perfecting his own style of knife throwing and projectile combat. By the time he was eleven, he had garnered a reputation as one of the finest hunters in the wilds and had even been invited to the capital city during one of the seasonal ukubuthwa. It is here he first meets Wakanda’s king, T’Challa--the Black Panther, and the nation's protector. A god in the eyes of those who grovelled outside his precious city’s walls. Kamasi hated him.

Days, weeks, months, years pass--strange women and men had settled into Kamasi’s small village. Unbeknownst to the resident villagers, they were the Hatut Zeraze (or the War Dogs, the nation’s secret police force and spy network). When word began to spread around town about the next raid in Sobek-Sekhmet country, Kamasi was among the first child soldiers enlisted in with assisting the defense of his village.

The night of the raid, some hundred and more men and women ambushed and even managed to kill two of the War Dogs; it was in the ensuing carnage that Kamasi’s latent mutant gene activated just as his mother and siblings were being drug out of their huts amid the fighting. When it was over, Kamasi remembered none of it. He woke up in the walls of the Golden City and was summoned to see the king himself.

It turns out his father had been an insurgent; an agent of the king sent to monitor and report the famine in the regions outside the Golden City and suppress the rebellions occurring on the outskirts of the country. T’Challa, the king, the Black Panther, protector and god of this nation truly did live up to his legend--no matter how mortal he was. There was but one thing left to do

With anti-mutant sentiment rife within the country, T’Challa saw fit to send young Kamasi to the hands of an old friend, one Charles Xavier, who would help him foster his unique gifts in a way Wakanda could not in its present state. Kamasi was put on a quinjet to the United States not long after where he was enrolled in Xavier’s Institute and resides to this day.

It is here in the states that Kamasi has formed much of his identity: his love for style, his ego, his sense of self first--and these American sentiments are why why he can sometimes come across as more American than Wakandan. He has learned how to mesh the two societies well.

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Extras

Character Quote: “Believe that your worst self can beat your best self, and you will never lose.”
Theme Song: Fela Kuti - Beast of No Nation
Anything Else: Refer to previous CS.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Kamasi Adwoa

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Kamasi Adwoa

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Character Summary

Name: Kamasi Adwoa
Aliases: None.
Age: 20
Birthday: September 9th, 2000
Birth Place: Birnin Bashenga, Wakanda, Africa
Gender: Male
Powers: Dynakinetic healing (healing energy transferred through playing cards and other projectile objects he chooses to imbue)
Editorial Nickname: Tree
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: 5 years

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Appearance

Height: 6’0
Weight: 205
Build: Athletic.
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Black.
Skin Tone: Dark chocolate.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two scars on the backs of his hands
Personal Style: With most of his formative years spent in Wakanda, Kamasi grew up dressing, speaking, and carrying himself with that professionalism and rigidity found in many of the country’s native sons and daughters. He prefers fine clothes: slacks, dress shoes, blazers, etc. He will, when necessary, dress ‘down’ into a turtleneck and some jeans and a gold herringbone but otherwise he prefers his suits pressed and his cologne soft.

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Psychology

Charismatic * Cocky * Selfless * Timid * Patient * Ignorant

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Kamasi is subject to the same quiet and apparent detachment for which many Wakandans are known. Unlike his statesmen, Kamasi is not at all afraid of espousing himself or his peers. To say he is undeserving of his confidence is no exaggeration, for his laurels stem from his lineage; he wears his nationality as a badge of pride and is open about where he is from and what he has done or will do for his country and those from it.

That source of pride comes with its own drawbacks--his mouth will see him at odds with those who are less inclined to bask in their own abilities. He wants to see others thrive, and is unabashed in trying to instill confidence in those around him (some say it makes him ‘annoying’ he likes to call it affirmative). He makes demands and expects them done, even if he is not in charge. He has no qualm in taking charge if he thinks others are inadequate at what they are doing.

Of course, these outer layers are not thick as he presumes and Adwoa is rather drawn into himself when he feels he has failed himself and those around him. His moments of introspection come in strong, crippling bursts and he is at his most vulnerable then.
Habits: Meddling with his clothes or his hair.
Hobbies: Knitting, jogging, collecting new decks of cards
Fears:

• Someone dying before he can heal them
• Picking the wrong card from his deck
• Failing his country and its people

Likes:

• Lions
• Crocodiles
• Stuffed animals
• Ace and Joker cards
• Jewelry
• Wakanda
• Hunting

Dislikes:

• Fear
• False humility
• His own timidness
• Tacky clothing
• Someone lacking confidence
• Bullies

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Cooking
• Driving
• Multilingual
• Thrift
• Knitting
• Spatial Awareness

Combat Skills:

• Knife throwing
• Card throwing
• Quickness
• Athletic

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.

• A full 52 standard deck of playing cards
• A deck of tarot cards
• A gold watch
• A set of gold herringbones and chains
• Many blazers
• Many pairs of slacks
• Many dress shoes
• A lot of turtlenecks
• A set of throwing and hunting knives
• A locket with a lion on it

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History

How did you discover your powers: Wakanda--a nation stuck in perpetual war outside of the Golden City--had its own share of rebels, militia, and freedom fighter groups present in the rest of Africa and with this came the destruction of countless villages and the excising of many tribes from homelands.

The Adwoa tribe, of which Kamasi is the youngest child, was victim to such an attack by the much larger Hyena clan which ruled much of the land outside the Golden City. Many still died, but Kamasi managed to preserve the lives of six members of his village from harm--even bullets and knives would not hurt those six under his protection: those six being his mother and five other siblings. Kamasi remembers none of it.

General History: Born outside Wakanda’s capital, Kamasi and his tribe were tiny when compared to the massive Hyena or the even larger and far more brutish Jabari. Vestiges of smaller clans who refused to follow the Panther cult and its leader banded together to brave the long and dark wilds that were Wakanda’s humid jungles and mysterious valleys.

Where aid from the capital city took weeks and sometimes months to reach the tribes on the furthest reaches of the nation, Kamasi and his Sobek and Sekhmet tribal brethren learned to hunt, cook, and gather raw material for themselves. When various minor famines would sweep the outskirts, the men of the tribes were conscripted into Wakanda’s army or turned to pillaging neighboring villages for what they could find. Kamasi’s father were among those who joined these raiders, and Kamasi’s father had been idle from Kamasi’s life for most of his formative years. He would not see his father again until he was fourteen.

Raised by his mother and the other matrons of the village, Kamasi grew to become a great hunter and warrior, perfecting his own style of knife throwing and projectile combat. By the time he was eleven, he had garnered a reputation as one of the finest hunters in the wilds and had even been invited to the capital city during one of the seasonal ukubuthwa. It is here he first meets Wakanda’s king, T’Challa--the Black Panther, and the nation's protector. A god in the eyes of those who grovelled outside his precious city’s walls. Kamasi hated him.

Days, weeks, months, years pass--strange women and men had settled into Kamasi’s small village. Unbeknownst to the resident villagers, they were the Hatut Zeraze (or the War Dogs, the nation’s secret police force and spy network). When word began to spread around town about the next raid in Sobek-Sekhmet country, Kamasi was among the first child soldiers enlisted in with assisting the defense of his village.

The night of the raid, some hundred and more men and women ambushed and even managed to kill two of the War Dogs; it was in the ensuing carnage that Kamasi’s latent mutant gene activated just as his mother and siblings were being drug out of their huts amid the fighting. When it was over, Kamasi remembered none of it. He woke up in the walls of the Golden City and was summoned to see the king himself.

It turns out his father had been an insurgent; an agent of the king sent to monitor and report the famine in the regions outside the Golden City and suppress the rebellions occurring on the outskirts of the country. T’Challa, the king, the Black Panther, protector and god of this nation truly did live up to his legend--no matter how mortal he was. There was but one thing left to do

With anti-mutant sentiment rife within the country, T’Challa saw fit to send young Kamasi to the hands of an old friend, one Charles Xavier, who would help him foster his unique gifts in a way Wakanda could not in its present state. Kamasi was put on a quinjet to the United States not long after where he was enrolled in Xavier’s Institute and resides to this day.

It is here in the states that Kamasi has formed much of his identity: his love for style, his ego, his sense of self first--and these American sentiments are why why he can sometimes come across as more American than Wakandan. He has learned how to mesh the two societies well.

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Extras

Character Quote: “Believe that your worst self can beat your best self, and you will never lose.”
Theme Song: Fela Kuti - Beast of No Nation
Anything Else: Refer to previous CS.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

Act I: The Jig is Up

The Hunt for the Grandmaster!

_{Featuring: Tai Pei, Esmerelda Gripenasty, Colonel H. Stinkmeaner, Mrs. Dolemite}

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Rows of ebony and blonde heads sat cross legged as Tai Pei stood in front of them. Small gi adorned each minuscule body, Tai Pei had hands clasped behind her back and her feet a little less than shoulder-width apart. To her students she issued,

“Breathing, most important. More oxygen makes it easier to?” a small girl with pigtails rose her hand, excitement lush,

“Think!”
“And better thinking leads to?”
“Better… um…” silence fell over the interior. After some time, Tai Pei interjected,
“Reaction! And better reaction means?” a welcoming tone from the sensei and her pupils responded in kind,
“Winning!” not quite what she had been trying to imbue in them.
“Yes, but no-” elated faces deflated, “it makes it easier to run. If someone is bigger or stronger or faster? Use your thinking!” she tapped her temple, “and get out of there safe!”
“Ohhhhh.” rang the children in unison,
“Dachi!” the students hopped to standing positions, feet together,
“Rei!” and they all bowed, Tai Pei as well.

Not long after the students had left and Tai Pei was placing focus mitts, shin guards, and helmets in their assigned lockers there was a knock on the door. An elderly lady with a handbasket of brownies and chocolate chip cookies, a linen scarf wrapped around her head and golden bifocals obscuring her eyes. She gave a smile, several teeth having abandoned her gums decades ago, and some golden ones replacing those which decided to stay.

“Yeyus, hello, baby! Would you like to buy some cookies? Help an old lady with her arthritis!”

“You don’t have arthritis, Esmerelda.”

“Couldja speak up a little, baby girl? Can’t quite hear you!”

“Esmerelda. Pl-”

The next thing Tai Pei knew, a floating hip toss had her lying on her back and another geriatric standing over her who spewed his eccentric voice at her,

“WHERE BUSHIDO BROWN AT, GUHL?”

Tai Pei coughed, she was sure some ribs were bruised,

“Agh!” she writhed,

“‘PEAK YO ASS UP! WHERE ‘E AT?” slobber and saliva misted at the grounded karate master,

“Y-you think I would t-tell you?”

“Y’EN GOT NO DAMN CHOOOOIICCEEE! HEEYAAAHH!” Stinkmeaner was about to level an axe kick to Tai Pei’s forehead before she rolled out of the way. Sideways momentum helped her get onto one leg and continue her sideways spin into a leg sweep. Colonel H. Stinkmeaner found himself lying flat on the dojo floor.

Glass shattered and scattered along the mats of the dojo as Esmerelda kicked the door off its hinges. Tai Pei dropped into a roll and Esmerelda tossed her basket of delectable sweets at Stinkmeaner’s head,

“Getcho ol’ ass up, Stinkmeaner! Ya dumb mothasucka!” Esmerelda tossed her linen scarf aside and assumed mabu, horse stance. Stinkmeaner kickflipped off the ground, glasses lopsided but never departed from his face.

“SHUT YA DAMN MOOUUTH, ESSIE!” Stinkmeaner drug his right leg along the mats of the dojo floor in a line in front of himself before he lifted that same leg straight up and positioned it to the side of his head where his foot touched the side of his ear.

“Now, sweet baby, Ms. Essie gonna ask you one mo’ ‘gain! Just tell us where he is! ‘Cause see, now, Ms. Essie don’t wanna have to put a foot in that pretty li’l ass! She been trynna change her ways, goes to church every Sunday! But if you lies once mo’ ‘bout where Bushido Brown is…” Esmerelda frowned, matronly sweetness subsumed by creases and wrinkles when she did,

“...you gon’ make me get to sinnin’.” a growlish and deep voice pushed her sentiment well into Tai Pei’s mind,

“I. don’t. Know.” Tai Pei smiled smug. Stinkmeaner and Esmerelda charged, so did Tai Pei.

Airborne went Esmerelda and Tai Pei first with Stinkmeaner staggering his own ascent to assure he would land the critical blow,

“YAAAAHH!” screamed Esmerelda,
“HEEEYAAH!” Tai Pei shrieked,

Esmerelda missed wide. Tai Pei landed a spinning back kick into Esmerelda’s chest which sent her flying through the dojo’s window behind Esmerelda and into the bustling streets,

“Awwwrgh! My arthritis!” Esmerelda expelled dramatically as she lie on the concrete,

“WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP, NYUKKUH!” Stinkmeaner planted a sidekick into the airborne Tai Pei’s sternum and sent her flying into the dojo wall behind her. She was knocked out cold. Stinkmeaner collected Tai Pei’s husk and tossed her over his shoulder. He would deliver her to Coffee.

Once outside, he stepped over Esmerelda’s body. Shocked civilians circled around and some called 911. One of those ‘civilians’ was Mrs. Dolemite, owner of the Silver Satin club and the only person in Harlem who knew where Bushido Brown was.

Monsters and Men: A One Universe Comics Presentation

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