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Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

I think it's implied Juuzou was living on his own, seeing how Shinohara's wife seemed pretty unfamiliar with him. I'm fine with whatever, though. Are there any specific reasons why the CCG has such a tight hold on district 8, besides it being (relatively) close to district 1?

Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

More than likely! Quinque come in all shapes and sizes.

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Looks like Hisoka is going to be the Shinohara out of this duo. Didn't think he'd ever be the reasonable one!

Tokyo Ghoul - District 8 [18+ - Mature & Graphic Content Inside]

Dove Character Sheet

Hisoka

Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Name: Hisoka Araújo Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are

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Hmmmm... aren't dual-type ghouls like Ishin supposed to be ultra-rare? Also, ERMAHGERD IT'S JONAH! :D :D :D :D EDIT: Art of Fun, mind if I work on a Shinohara-esque partner/parental figure for Hisoka?

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Sure thing!

Tokyo Ghoul RP!

Dove Character Sheet

Hisoka

Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Name: Hisoka Araújo Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a fist sized hole in his chest and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the corpses of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are

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Strings of Fate: A Magical Girl Roleplay

Tsukimon Arata - Nameless Group Warehouse Base "Takai, huh?" The chance meeting of another Japanese mob family in Rome of all places was both amusing and surprising to Tsukimon. Chewing away at one of the sandwiches Maria had masterfully crafted, she turned to face the newcomer and Lila. "How do I word this... it is not that I am too trusting." She leaves it at that, pulling down a box of PG tips instead of the usual tea she was prone to drinking. She scrutinized the brand through a squint before shrugging, setting it down. Leaning against the kitchen top, she turned that same scrutinizing eye to Makoto and raised a silencing hand to Lila. "Do not be too hasty. I can just tell when someone is too new to mean us harm. Who told you to come to us?" Tsukimon asked, a somewhat dangerous edge to her question. She raised the sandwich up for another bite. It was likely the local moderator, trying to keep things neat and organized. The yakuza princess had an unspoken dislike of the Moderators and their seemingly arbitrary authority over the realm of magical girls, but it was of course a dislike she would keep to herself. She'd already made enough enemies out of the Chinese Moderator and her cronies. Good times. "Because I'm not sure if you can tell, but we are not exactly the most organized team!" Which was fine with her, "Whoever sent you probably did not like you." Tsukimon moved over to Lila, throwing her arm over the other girls shoulder with the sandwich hanging out of her mouth. There's no way she was not doing that to intentionally frustrate her. There was something very alien about that gesture coming from Tsukimon, who usually held a very proper stance. "Oh! If you are going to go out, take Marie and Silvia. They say the best way to learn is to have someone you can teach. You can each chip in to help out the new girl." She said after a swallow. "Who knows, having a grass green girl might even help stop you from being so..." She turned her head to Lila, looking for an appropriate but polite word. "...Political." Tsukimon broke off from Lila and went back to the tea. "How do you like your tea, Takai-san?"

Strings of Fate: A Magical Girl Roleplay

"You walk onto the another's property, armed, and proceed to ask questions? Not very polite... but cute, I suppose." Tsukimon answered Makoto, a certain level of chiding haughtiness carrying on her voice. The older girl more or less appeared from out of Makoto's peripherals, her presence sudden. The entrance of the warehouse still needed work, being both incredibly dull and somewhat dusty. Tsukimon's own part of the structure was somewhere near the back from the entrance, isolated by walls akin to an office cubicles, if higher in order to ensure more privacy. More of these wall 'units' were stacked up in several groups to the side of Tsukimon's makeshift room in order to put up as the group see fit. The bathroom was perhaps one of the only places with proper walls surrounding it to box it off from the rest of the warehouse, and understandably so. "You heard correctly, none the less. No need for this." She eye'd Makoto up and down, clearly referring to her weapon. "Do not just stand there, come an sit. We can talk more once we have some tea. Marie also made some food. We have a guest!" She called out to the rest of the warehouse. Tsukimon wandered off to the kitchen area of the base, simple in appearance much like the ad hoc walls. The dining area appeared to be four office/school tables put together. Makoto appeared ready for a fight while Tsukimon looked anything but, turning her back to a complete stranger and unarmed. Raised in a rather strict traditional gang family, her idea casual clothing was what most would consider formal. Were it not for the open blue dragon-patterned bomber jacket over her black yukata, then she'd appear anything but casual. The swordswoman paused, staring at the sandwiches which Marie had laid out in silent admiration and contemplation, then to Marie. "Thank you for the food, Marie. I am sure it will be outstanding, as always." She said in the best disinterested tone she could muster. A lot harder than it sounded - Marie's cooking was nothing short of divine, and keeping ones composure when trying it for the first time was...difficult. Tsukimon had managed it for the most part, other than the little sparkle that appears in her eyes every time she spots Marie's cooking. She began to dig through a cabinet, seeking some tea leaves.

Godhood - A Tale of Deities

Being not much older than forty years of age, Varavana had never experienced Aett or its hellish counterpart. The sudden rush of unique sensation came as a surprise to him, feeling as if his body was beginning to rip its self apart at the metaphorical seams. In almost the same moment he came out from the other side of the ripple, his body morphed and compacted into the much smaller form of a green-feathered owl. Only after the rather sudden transformation did the pain subside. Flight came naturally to Varavana, taking briefly to the air to find an appropriate spot to land. 'What on Ceyr was that...?' The Upstart thought to himself, finding even his vocal capacities reduced, 'It felt like -' he paused in his thought, thinking of a way to describe the ungodly pain to even himself, 'I was being picked apart.' He finished, large yellow eyes squinting in the air. He descended, landing upon the shoulder of Hiraga softly. Of all those present, she was the least likely to swat him after all. The reflective feathers glinted as Varavana turned his head at an almost 180 degree angle to stares back at where they had come from, large eyes blinking. '...This is a different world. I cannot connect with the creatures here.' He concluded upon looking around at the vast forest surrounding them and the creatures just out sight. 'It is a wonder I did not revert into whatever state I was in upon my creation.' An idea that was not completely unappealing to the Upstart, but not something he wanted to discover when surrounded by the others. Varavana looked at the eyes of Hiraga's humanoid form, giving an apologetic tilt of the head. For one such as herself, the simple message of 'sorry' would be easily carried through such a gesture.