AtomicNut

Tokyo Ghoul CCG

And you shall have my ax.

Atomic's Rummage Sale.

Couldn't find a good male picture.

Jackal(Innocence Lost)

Name: Tabitha Valfort "Jackal"
Age: 29
Physical Description:

"Take a good look at my body, this is what the Ascendancy of Man is all about. Not the pretty things of the elites."

Important items:

• Memento:A bone carving with an intricate design and the motto "Per Aspera ad Astra" a saying in a ancient Earth language. A memento of her father.
• Persephone Chassis: A near full-conversion cyborg body, it is designed with versatility and interfacing in mind, as as such it lacks the plating heavier models have. It also allows short-term exposure to vacuum without major issues.
• Argonaut Navigation Interface: An inbuilt cranial interface that allows Jackal to display the smart information of her ship's systems, thus allowing a significant reduction in reaction times.
• Omni-tool: Miniature Computer that allows for communication, calculation, augmented reality navigation and small-scale hacking.
• Galactic Credits: Some credits, mostly for small change operations
• Railgun Rifle: A weapon that operates on a similar, but more powerful principle than coil weapons. This weapon has a recoil so powerful that it requires cyborg limbs to be operated safely (normal arms would shatter upon firing), but it packs quite the punch.
• Nanite Toolbag: A multi-purpose bag for performing small-scale repairs.

Short Bio: Tabitha was born in the Taurus-445 system, one of the fringe worlds that the Ascendancy of Man possesed prior to the war. A system characterized by a single rocky, desertic but inhabited planet, surrounded by vast gas giants and Asteroid fields, the tricky gravity of the system and large amount of planetoids made both space mining a very profitable, but dangerous business. The remoteness of the system and treacherous navigation through the debris made the system fairly isolated, and not all of the Ascendancy policies and fancies got through.

Cheap metal and a large number of accidents made that the population of Taurus-445 had a rather staggering rate of injuries that had required cybernetic implants, and biotechnology was almost unheard of. Tabitha grew up with people looking half-vending machine, half penal colony reject, although the scarce resources of the system made them develop a strong sense of community and unity. From a young age, Tabitha had always a magical touch when it came to precision machinery, and indeed, at age 17 she was chosen to be one of the Vultures, half miners, half mad pilots that bore in the asteroids fields in search of minerals. She did acceptably well, only losing the occasional body part and limb.

War then happened, and the entire system was drafted. Due to their backwater and unimportant location, mixed with their good skills at navigation through complicated space areas, most of Taurus-445 recruits, including the Vultures, were given the frontline transport and offensive jobs. The Ascendancy bled them to keep pressing on the Rau've. One day, Tabitha realized that she was the most senior combatant among her diminished troop, and the thought filled her with dread.

Proxima was the next battle. Tabitha was thrown in the meat grinder, and not expected to survive, only a strategy to buy time so those of core worlds would survive. Against all expectations, the pilot skillfully kept fighting to the last sputter of her ship's thrusters, being a tenacious little fly in the oinment for the Rau've crushing victory. When she looked back, though, less than one tenth of her comrades made it out alive. Her body was mangled beyond repair, requiring more cybernetic fixes to even stay alive, which earned the pity and disgust of her superiors. She was discharged honourably due to wounds (being little more than a torso and one arm with wounds and wires dangling), forever designing her a cripple, and sent her merry way back to the depopulated Taurus-445.

She decided she had enough, and she established herself as space pirate, making her base of operations in the crevices of said system.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Navigation x 3
Exceptional Engineering (to repair the wrecks her piloting does to his ship as well as some parts of her own body)
Exceptional Agility (cyborg body)
Exceptional Endurance(cyborg body)
Exceptional Strength(cyborg body)
Exceptional Aim(cyborg body)

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@AtomicNut I went human purely because I expected everyone to go Saiyan

@CaptainSully

I just wanted a repeat of Satay lol.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@King Cosmos yeah I did see. The idea was Sam just keeps him distracted so everyone can charge up some super giant mega ultra wave attacks and hit him all at once. Even if it didn’t kill Raditz, it’d have killed Sam which is what I still intend on happening.

However if too many people want to die then it won’t be a viable plan.

@CaptainSully

Well that plan didnt account for raditz charging a huge area attack.

Wish i could have played a saiyan but everyone picks those.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@AtomicNut I did notice so expect a nod from Kojiro

When Sam’s dead we can set off down Snake Way if you want?

@CaptainSully

It will be like a date except everyone is dead.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Right then lads and any potential lasses, after this round of posting I’m going to try implementing Sam’s plan again. I’m going to assume Raditz’s scouter has been destroyed and Sam’s going to jump in and use his Mist Form technique to try and distract him long enough for everyone to power up a joint attack.

I would appreciate people buying into it. Ultimately I want Sam to die and even if his death is futile, at least I can get out of everyone’s way and just get on to Snake Way.

@Weird Tales any idea when you’re going to get your next Raditz post up?

@CaptainSully

Mugen is already dead so... company might be good.She also addressed the old man too.

Edit: She was the one with the healing too. Whoops.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Pallas Skyborn

@The Jest@Conscripts@Letter Bee

When the man entered unanounced, Pallas knew that something was up with the High Command. Private talks were exchanged, and messages were dispatched. She had an inkling that this was going to be a long night for Admiral Kherol. Finishing the last of dispatches, the woman stood up in her tailored suit, as she logged out of her computer. She eyed her omni-tool. Canteen was about to close, and it would not do that a man of Alexander Kherol's standing would be left without dinner just because his job.

She dug in her heels and trotted towards the nearest break room, which held a cornucopia of kitchenware and tools. Opening the standard issue fridge, she found a prize. Chicken breasts and vegetables. She would be able to make a good meal with this. Well, she wouldn't match the top of the line galactic cooks, but it was leagues above the gruel the file and rank ate.

Tying her hair and donning an apron, she cut the meat and vegetables into pieces with skill and dedication, finishing with a quick TCHUNK on the cutting board, the knife standing upright. The pan on the stove did the rest as she vigorously shook the meat and the dice-sized vegetables, splashing them with some seasoning and balsamic vinegar.

Now, only one thing remained. The coffee. She poured her special brew into a cup, and placed the well-presented dish on a plate as she strode confidently in Alexander Kherol's room, after discarding the apron. She eyed at those present, before addressing her superior.

"I have taken the liberty of procuring a meal for you, Admiral. Canteen is about to close at this hour." She added, beaming a smile and leaving the tray besides the man. She had done it quite right this time. Only just a few floaty, crunchy bits in the Admiral's coffee.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Bob

It flickered slightly, the keypads being depressed by a some sort of invisible force. The hallways was ghostly, as lights intermittently shone. Between the darkness and the chiaroscuro, the silent hints of a massacre were patent. The cell's containtment blast door had been bored throughoutly, and the only poor soul who had tried to hold the line in this chaotic situation, laid dead in a pool of his own blood, a red smooth surface where his face otherwise stood. Hints of red illuminated the hallway, as the large crystal floated gently on the remains of his own onslaught.

"It needs to reach Realist. It needs those who can pierce the tide of the fleshbags. Those who were wronged shall do." Bob said as it typed in another wrong combination. It hummed in a low pitched tune, before the flickers of magic eroded the keypad into dust, unlocking the door.

"Thus, you are free." The Burner of Batallions said, as the cells who weren't open were finally open. The power cuts had worked to his advantadge.

And then the alarms blared. A prerecorded message played. "WARNING, WARNING, OBJECT 556 CONTAINMENT BREACH, EVACUATE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATEDLY, SWORD OF MARS IS ONLINE." Bob scoffed. So, they had thought of this aswell. He had to make haste, as he pushed his natural levitation to its fastest, plasma gathering on his back as he gave himself an additional boost of speed, just to peter out mid-way.

"It is drained from confinement." The red crystal vibrated, dejected. It was then when it felt it. The sensation of magic being released nearby. It turned around the corner in a corridor. Several sloshies, of all shapes and sizes... and with bizarre metal-crystal modifications stood... as well as larvas infused with its kin. But Bob's attention was focused elsewhere. The big source of magic. The cloaked organic.

It hummed, and activated his Plunder spell, targetting the organic. Its energy was pristine in nature and yet... it was not anything he had seen before.

"Liquid mana in this one's slurry body. Different from us. Different from those infused." It did hummed. "It is unfortunate, for it requires energy, and the sloshies shall provide, so it can help Realist."

Royal Rumble!

I think I will do my nice action of the day and salvage one character... The parts in Italics are the edits.

Melanie 'Lost Soul' Hennar (v2)

(The picture doesn't do justice to her beatiful long legs, standing at a height of 6'5'')
Name: Melanie 'Lost Soul' Hennar

Age: 16

Grade: Vigilantes

Biography:
Melanie had, arguably, a traumatizing childhood. At least, that's what her parents would tell her, but she's always had her suspicions. So the story goes, at her birth, the devil, a devil, a demon, or something else, with nothing better to do, came into the church upon her baptism, and ripped her soul from her young body. Nobody is exactly sure as to why the soul was pulled out of her, but pulled it was. There were a lot of witnesses, apparently, which Melanie has never had the fortune to talk to in person. The entire tale reeks of something made up, as nearly all the little details in it are constantly changing from her parents, and so she doesn't put much faith in it. Not that she cares much if the story was true or not, as in the end, not having a soul, or whatever the demon supposedly took, doesn't seem to have any physical ill effects (her emotions and morality were obliterated), and quite frankly she's found some positives to the whole ordeal like her powers.

Her early life was, for the most part, spent in what many would consider bliss, or at least close to it, as close to it as one could get while not having a soul (Really the only negative to the story her parents told was the fact that they never stopped telling it and so everywhere she went, regardless of how nice it was, everyone eventually learned of her back story.) Which, when she was young, quickly led to fights, and then they'd all have to pack up and head somewhere else. This went on for some time before her parents got tired of moving (before Melanie did by the way) and decided to settle down at Rhea, because, they assumed, there were so many people there to share their story with, that the odds of Melanie making an enemy of the entire city were slim, if any. They also held hopes that she would be eventually drawn towards St. Laurel's. Plus, it was in this City were Melanie lost her soul in the first place, and if anywhere could help her get it back, then it was there.

However, it was at this point, when they took Melanie to visit the Church of the great theft, where their plans took an interesting turn of events. When she was about to start to turn the church upside down in search of her soul, she met that there was already a group of dwellers called Vigilantes who had made said church their headquarters. Deciding to pursue the search of her soul in the church would inevitably lead to a clash with said group and being outnumbered, she opted for parley. The group was not hostile and an agreement was struck. She would help the Vigilantes, and in return they would help get back her soul.

Powers
Core Power - Empty:As was stated from, above Melanie has no soul. None. In its place, Melanie is connected to her own inner world, a barren landscape existing outside of regular physics. Melanie argues that since the value of a soul cannot be measured, the space that is inside her is equally vast and thus infinite. In an attempt to fill her inner void, Melanie has gathered enough furnishings to have constructed a small castle with space and lodgings for a small score of people. Said castle also contains a myriad of objects considered art or beautiful... but that can't amount to the value of a soul, so they have minimal effect on giving her emotions. She also apparently has stocked an entire armory of military ordinance, which includes even anti-air and anti-tank weaponry, for no other reason than to preserve the valuables inside her.
Sub-power 1 Remodel:Melanie is capable of changing the conditions of the dimension she is connected to. She argues this is what was left of what others call "emotions". Presently, since she uses the space for occupation purposes she has changed the qualities to a low-moisture breathable atmosphere with a stable warm temperature. That can be changed to suit her needs. Useful in Christmas.
Sub-Power 2 Window: Melanie can create openings into her personal space, in a variety of shapes, that take the form of glowing white areas. There's no known limit to the size or shape she can make the openings. However, the main limit to this ability is that the floating portals need to be connected to her body somehow. She can produce them in every part of her body. Most notably, she cannot phase beings with a (sentient) soul inside her this way.
Sub-Power 3 Door:Melanie can phase herself out of this reality into her room, but only herself and whoever is holding hands with her (a chain of hands also works). Melanie and her visitors can stay inside this place until her supplies run out. Only Melanie can allow passage through this world. However, when Melanie enters, the Door she uses becomes "tethered" to the real world and cannot be moved. Changes on the real world where the tether is do no affect the placement. The Door will reappear in the same spot.

Relationships:

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Approved by Bee.

Alexander Kherol's Secretary

Name: Pallas Skyborn
Age:19

Physical Description:

Hider

Important items:

[Redacted]A personal diary. She guards it jealously.

[Redacted]: [Redacted] is a extremely decorated shield made of Perfected Electrum, fashioned like the shield of a certain mythological goddess. [Redacted] can [redacted]

Omni-tool: It's her communication device.

Coil Gun: For deterrent purposes. She is much better with melee weapons.

Credits: She has some pocket money in her person

Short Bio: Pallas was born as the daughter of a field commander of a certain colonizing expedition. She always strived to work hard and meet the expectations of her family. Never to shirk her duty, she was found out she had a penchant for melee weapons, after besting her friend, [Redacted] in a sparring match. The colonization filled her with hope.

But war happened, because of the greedy hearts of people. Chaos ran rampant, and themselves were cut off from their home planet for a significant amount of time as war raged. While the planet was fertile, and the native lifeforms were showing signs of intelligence, the lack of central command made the expedition crazy. A lot of them became delusional, thinking themselves as gods, and began to murder eachother, vying for power. Pallas was struck a nearly mortal blow, but managed to crawl into a safe place to heal.

When she recovered... she was the last one. In the colony. In her home planet. She wept and vowed that she would one day get her family back, no matter how far she had to go and how much universe had to travel.

[Redacted]

Pallas was found among the wreckage of the Zactrian System incident during the war, one of the few survivors. The Ascendance took notice of how a huge boost of PR would be to hire her as part of the post-war rebuilding. She found herself lucky enough to end up as the Secretary of Alexander Kherol, a post she holds currently.

Exceptional Skill List:

-[Redacted]
-[Redacted]
-[Redacted]
-[Redacted]
- Exceptional Intelligence
- Exceptional Swordsmanship