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Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

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Gunther! Long time man.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Sorry about that Vey. Could always have an NPC? I was asked to bring this character over.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

At a request. I bring you a Light from the past. One of the surviving members of Team Scimitar.

Howard Davis aka Lasagna

Name; Howard Davis known as Degatogah

Age: 43

Appearance: Six foot five inches of ghostly hunter. Dark tanned skin, not sun kissed, that's just stupid, no, this is true dark tanned skin from working in the sun, not lying in the sun all day long. An almost leather-like color, hells it even feels like leather, thick, with a real feel to it. A powerful but whippy build, of corded muscle, no body builder, but with a tone. Calloused hands, used to handling tools and doing work bare handed. If not under a ghille tends to wear either t-shirts, polo shirts or muscle shirts. With hiking or work boots on his feet, and more then like cargo style khaki trousers. His hair is perpetually cut into a short mohawk, swept back towards the back of his head, at the very rear, of his head is a long thick bread, that goes to just above his tail bone. His eyes are a dark black, he says he has eyes of obsidian. Sharp eyes indeed. When on the job he's wearing a combat webbing, with several pockets, pouches and places to store items and equipment, usually worn under his ghille which is easily adapatable to the environment. The cape style ghille is open at the front so he can reach inside it for anything he needs. When up close, the black, grey and red warpaint he wears tends to take on the look of the hunters mask

Callsign: Lasanga (9000 Moxana points to who get this reference)

Skills:

Tracking - Be it a partial foot print, a cigarette butt, the remains of a sandwich, he can very well find who did it. The smallest sign is all he needs to start putting together a direction of travel, how many, and what they might have eaten for breakfast if you want specifics.

The Zone - The zone, once you're in it, almost nothing can phase you. Patience, breathing, basic needs, can be dulled so what needs to be done, can be done. This is the Zone.

One with Nature - Even without his ghille he can disappear right into nearly any environment. But with his ghille on, only the most eagle-eyed stealther or observant being will be able to pick him out.

Eclectic Fighter - Trained in Tae Kwon Do, Brazilian Jui Jitsu, straight up bare knuckled street fighting, and the incredibly eclectic Okichitaw Cree Martial art. Coupled with knife fighting, and the knowledge of tomahawk combat and axe throwing. Makes for one hell of nightmare to encounter in a dark situation.

Professional Hunter - Has the trained eye of a hunter to look for the best place to ambush, or to get that shot from a place the prey won't expect.

History: Brought up in Ganienkeh in Northern New York State. Second child of four, and the oldest male sibling. His family were traditionalists, trying their best to live off the land rather then out of a grocery store. They had a few trap lines in some of the wilder sections of the land, which had been handed down to them for generations. His father is an accomplished hunter, his mother knew all the things a woman of traditonal understanding should know, and more so. It's not that they lived as savage. As his father had a Ph.D in Engineering, and his mother a Doctorate in Special Education. They could have had wonderful jobs, but instead decided to live a much simpler lifestyle.

Almost from day one, David was brought up to rever those old ways, to never take more then you needed, to use everything that you do get. He did go to the public school system, and went through it all with decent grades. He went partially through college before joining the army. There he completed his college Masters in Physics. In the army he quickly showed how a traditionalists approach to fieldcraft went a long long way. He quickly worked his way into the sniping detail. Becoming somewhat well known in the company he worked with for being able to disappear utterly, and reappearing when he was needed, and never ever missing. When a platoon needed sniper cover, they often requested him to be the cover. By the time he left the army, he regularly broke the golden rule of sniping to never shoot from the same place more then twice. Mostly because the enemy could never find him.

Upon return to civilian life, one would have thought he'd be at a loss, not able to let go of the army life. And in a sense that's true, but instead of being unable to settle, he took up the lifestyle of his parents, and become a hunter. Full time without end. He made a living selling prime wild meat to restuarants around the land he hunted, who else could boast having real, true to life game meat? He hunted with rifle and bow, picking off bird and big game like deer, elk and moose.

It was here that Scimitar came to be known to him, a recruiter managed to find him in the bush. He had been tucked away, stalking a small herd of deer, when some fool in a man in a suit and hiking boots came tromping into the bushes, yelling his name. Davis had ghosted up behind him, and in payback for spooking the heard, scared the living daylights out of the man. What followed was a whirlwind recruitment attempt. With the recruit trying to follow Howard into the bush to talk to him. It took the man a week and a half to finally convince Howard to atleast look into it.

Everything fell into place after that. How can you say no to a sniper that never misses after all? And one that only the most wily, and observant watcher can see.

After Scimitar

Serving with Scimitar for a fair amount of time the young hunter and marksman left wealthier in experience and wisdom. Returning to Canada and the States. There he would spend some years training snipers in camouflage, distance shooting and tracking craft at Quantico, Perry and CFB Gagetown.

But would spend much of his time working his trap lines in Northen New York State and mid-Ontario and Quebec.

The Call of the Blackbird

He'd been doing his thing on the trap lines and occasionally shooting at a range to stay in practice. The wealth of knowledge and wisdom hadn't left him. So when he was in the bush he was a little surprised. There was a note. Raven. That's what it said with directions and coordinates.

A base. A new team. He watched listened and learned. Until he let himself be seen on a security camera. Melting out of some bushes near the main base entrance. Then melting away. A general alert and security was rushed out.

Three days later, 4 more sighting, several security guards returning with detailed notes placed in their pockets about how the chalk marks on their persons told the story of how the Ghost had killed them. It was a nightmare for another 2 days. Until Dr. Imran Malik was contacted. And the story of Howard was told.

At the end of the day having Svetlana and Antionette come to the base outskirts to call for him. Only then did the Infamous sniper show himself. Just appearing out of the base bush to grab the pair in a hug. Then announce his intention to help Raven. Saying the last six days were his way of showing his credentials.

Personality: Can be very stoic and severe when on the job, as he takes his job seriously. He's quiet, single-minded and dangerous. But has the ability to switch gears from the zone to a much more approachable person. He likes to laugh, chat on several topics, even debate them at length. He can also on occasion be found in a bar or pub somewhere sipping at a drink with a nice pub steak in front of him. Fun and games, and then the switch is thrown and it's all business.

Suit

A classic Ghillie suit, with equal parts classic burlap strips, and nylon cords with some interesting new active camo addons. If he wasn't invisible before he certainly gets close now.

Weapons:

GM6 Lynx Anti-Material Rifle - Multiple magnification custom sniper scope, top magnification of 25x. Integrated scope cam, for post-op debriefing.

AAC Honey Badger Carbine - Integrated silencer, with C79 optical sight, and green NVG visible laser sight

Equipment:

2x Winkler&Sayoc tomahawks, one axe being full blade head, while the other is a pick-over-blade.

Moose bone handle combat knife.

Collapsible combat bow - Adjustable tension string, with an effective distance up too 500 meters. Integrated collimator sight. Twenty carbon fiber arrow shafts with fiberglass fetching, fitted into a quiver that contains modular arrowheads. Arrowheads within quiver have several uses, armor piercing, HE, broad-head and smoke functions to name a few.

6x claymore mines

4x remote activated semtex sticks for distraction purposes

Hobbies: Sustenance hunter, using bow and rifle. Long range hiking. Marathons. Wilderness rescue volunteer.

I'll make some more tweaks later. Lemme know.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Thank you kindly boss man.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Ban Kingo aka Shimura

Name: Ban Kingo

Age: 34

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet 3 inches tall, with a broad shouldered well muscled build. Fine muscle definition and a rough appearance. Hair reaching just about middle neck length in a sheet of black, silky locks. Silver eyes, and a thin mouth with a ready frown, grimace or smile depending on the moment. His left hand is graced with three missing finger tips. His right cheek has a knife scar, and just under his left eye is notes of where he took a punch that ripped open his cheek, any higher and he might have lost his eye. The front of his upper jaw has evidence of having lost a fair amount of teeth as the front five teeth are replaced with silver replacements.

Face Shot

The Tattoo on his back

Tattoo on his right arm

Tattoos on his left arm

Nationality: Japanese Ex-pat

Callsign: "Shimura"

Skills:

Accomplished Cook - Went to School and took classes in many things. Law, and Business Management mostly, but one of the classes that surprised his Oyabun was the many classes he took in cooking, everything from Short Order Cooking to Gourmet cooking. He's a whiz with a wok, and can wield filet knife like a rapier. And can turn out some prime dishes everything from sushi to an amazing steak. He even knows how to handle pufferfish.

Martial Arts - And a variety of them too. Has been trained by his former clan members in the use of the Sai, Bo, Wakazashi and Iaido Katana arts. As well as Goju-ryu style Karate, and Okinawan style Judo. Making him quite an accomplished fighter in close quarters.

Small Arms knowledge - His Yakuza clan tended to shy away from the use of guns and rifles. But in modern times it doesn't help much to completely ignore them. As such he has knowledge in semi-automatic rifles, and machine pistols. Though perfers not to use them.

Drama abilities - Much to his former clans chagrin, Ban has a taste for and some really amazing skills in Noh and Kabuki actting. He made some of his best money by actting in Modern day Noh and Kabuki theatre.

I know a Guy - He's been around abit. And when the team enters a new country, he tends to say, "Hey I know a guy." And then vanish for an hour. And after abit return with some local gangster or mafia member, that has some information on what they are heading into.

History: Before joining Foxtrot Oscar and then Raven Squad, Ban had been almost life long Yakuza. His father had been Yakuza, and his grandfather too. His Grandfather, helped the Americans to track down and take Hideki Tojo down. His father helped the Amagi clan, part of the Yamaguchi Family ring to stay under the radar into modern day times. Ban was no less a Yakuza. Raised beside other Yakuza kids, learning to fight and steal and kill. Eatting beside tattooed up Yakuza and getting cuffed upside the head by many of his "uncles" in the Clan when he did something stupid, only to get cuffed again when his father got his turn.

So when he was old enough he joined the ranks. And became a tattooed yakuza as well. Working closely with several of his other yakuza kids, running arcades, plinko stalls and shaking down people who would open shops in the Amagi territory who wouldn't pay protection. He was shown no favors for his father being the top earner of his generation. Ban had to do it all like everyone else did. Eventually he would run his own three story arcade on the edge of Amagi Territory in their entertainment row.

He'd been watching the safe back at Amagi HQ when someone brazenly busted in, and with a shotgun, had blown Ban off his feet then robbed the place. Killing one of their number in the process. As Ban and the others were still alive they were held responsible. They should have sold their lives. But it had happened to quick. Ban offered to take the full punishment, and asked that the other three who had failed not be punished too heavily. He was ordered to cut three finger tips. Without hesitation he did so. Three quick cuts with a dagger, and he was bandaged up by the clan doctor.

A few years later he was accused of embezzling from the Clan, to which he vehemently argued against. He'd never do anything like that. Life long Amagi that he was. But as the evidence was against his he said he'd do the greatest thing, and would take exile. His father and grandfather would not turn their back so quickly though. He left the clan that day but his father and grandfather gave him money and supplies and sent him abroad. A sword, the Kingo family sword, and money and clothing.

Off he'd go and some time later be found in a German bar, having just cut down three german gangsters after a fight.

Personality: Ban still adheres to the Amagi code. Which is a mix of Yakuza life style and old Bushido honor. He can be gruff and angry and mean on the battle field. He has a mission to do, and that's what he;s there for. He will not attack an unarmed opponent, and will perfer to use his sword and Martial Arts to fight rather then a gun. But when he fights he fights to win and survive. And he fights to the death. There is no mercy to be had between warriors. Off the field he can be kind, generous and loves to eat, joke and work out. If he's not in the base kitchen cooking something for the team, he can be found in the training room, boken in hand practicing, or going through Kata, or working at one of the machines. Always trying to improve. He can also often be found in the auditorium putting on a solo Kabuki or Noh show for anyone who just wants to sit and watch.

Tactical Suit: The Ronin suit. A complex yet simple modern take on the Samurai armor concept. Ceramic over Kevlar plates in a chest plate, with kevlar pants, and leg wraps and SWAT style sneakers. A padded Haori and padded Hakama tucked into the kevlar leg wraps.

He'll also wear Kabuki style paint on his face that gives him a very off putting look. A wide brimmed steel conical coolie style hat completes the look.

Armor Image

Some of the face paint styles Ban wears

Hat Style

Weapons:

Kingo Family Katana - Given to him when exiled from the Amagi Clan, since then updated and enhanced. Honed through science and augmentation into an incerdibly sharp Mono-edge. The edge of it a single atom/particle thin, so sharp to be able to cut through and likely get stuck in 2 inchs of tempered steel.

Steyr TMP style Machine Pistol - A high cap magazine inside a TMP style Machine pistol for rapid fire high volume fire in those times that he can't use his sword. A white colored laser sight attached to help with aiming.

ACE 52 style semi-auto rifle - Something with some kick for those times he isn't right on the front line and can use his blade or MP.

Equipment:

Physical Augmetics - Has been worked on by some of the leading biotech firms, out of Japan and America. All of his augments are housed in his shoulders, arms and legs mostly with a few blended into his chest and back muscles. They are designed less for making him beefier and to stand out. But more to give him faster reflexes, speed and strength in his actions. Making him generally faster in movement, allowing him to quickly use his sword and react to things going on around him.

Standard survival kit, water, and food.

Medical First Aid kit for battle field staunching of minor injuries.

Standard medium combat kit, grenades, frag and HE 2 of each, ammo, smoke grenades two of each, a trio of NineBang flash grenades. A single breacher charge.

Minor repair kits for weapons and armor.

Hobbies:

Kabuki and Noh Performance - Will often put on solo shows of both Noh and Kabuki style acts. Either the soft traditional Noh style, white face mask actting out a dramatic showing. Or, a rowdy, loud and rough Kabuki act, free and freeing.

Cooking - Ban absolutely loves to cook. If he hadn't been expected to run some business for the Clan he would have started his own cafe or Izakaya. He cooks some really incredible dishes and will often waylay their cooks, and end up making multi course meals for the team.

Reading - Has a well thumbed copy of the Book of Five Rings, Sun Tzu's works, Confucius' work and several Bushido books. he also loves Japanese style fiction novels. And often can be found laughing at some of the badly written tropes in them.

Has been trying to teach himself how to play the Shamisen and the Biwa/

Likes:

A fine Sake.

Well made food.

Good friends.

The Honor of a good fight.

Dislikes:

Dishonorable motives.

People willing to manipulate others.

Honorless combat.

The Conflict

@Starlance@FourtyTwo

Hayden quirked his head to the side and grinned a little, he swung the Bren down, he let it hang there, over one arm, almost easily. He nodded, "What do you mean more practical." He looked at Sean then patted the WW2 era work house LMG, "There's nothing more practical then a Bren gun my son." He chuckles, "Let's just hope I don't have to use those pan mags eh? Thirty round roars are already massive." He grins, and stretches hiking the weapon up over his shoulder, "You just wait...and I'll try and keep my demons under wraps." He grins brightly, "Alright...so here we are. Guns, good workhorses. Now we need more work. And start to gain some idea about our target." he sniffs, "I'm wondering if we shouldn't try and make a deal with the dev..." He trails off.

Victor's arrival with the amazons beside him was almost what he was about to reference. The warrioress with the face bling motioned. And the other with the tattoo smiled, "Come with us." And victor leads the way to the limo again. The Amazons having the crew put their weapons into the trunk of the limo and then board up the pair jumping into the front, taking over driving.

Hayden as they are loading their guns whispers, "Take what you can, give nothing up that you can help. We need his help right now, but I rather think he could fleece us for everything we have and leave us without a lead to our name. So don't let our mission slip if you can. I know I'm not all that trusting, but if this guy could I really do think he'd drop us in a heart beat." He sniffs and places his Bren in the trunk then leans over and pets the barrel of his gun, "Don't worry sweetie we'll be back." And ducks out of the way as they close the trunk.

Hayden heads for the door into the vehicle but stops at the last moment holding the door open, "Ladies first." He grins at Sean, "Come on then lovey." And gets ready to duck back out of the way. It's not until everyone else is in that he gets into the limo.

Victor waiting there and the limo starts to roll once everyone is inside.

Victor is quiet for a time, but he sits there. Suave and fair. But with a roguish quality to him at the same time. A huge smile on his face, peaked goatee showing off abit maybe and his fine suit, which now that everyone is close seems to have some kevlar weaved into it. He sits taking up the entire back seat while the four mercs are relegated to the side seats. Victor nods, "So then, to brass tacks yes? What are four prime end operatives like you doing here in Matanbai huh? Tagayi even. Gods of the old countries I mean look at you." He gestures to them, "Anyone of you could show your face at a diamond mine and get the security chief position by presense alone. Live like kings or queens after ward on the money of telling other gun hands what to do. But yet here you are." He hums, "Yes, there's something off. I wanna know what it is hmm? Give me a little sugar? Hmmm?" He chuckles, "Recompense maybe? for your first job? And this meeting I'm going to get you?" He wiggles his eyebrows at the women as if his charms would be enough to get them to start talking, or...maybe stripping. Who knows?

Hayden hides his snort of derision and amusement behind what looks like a fake sneeze, "This guy...can't decide if I want to hate him or love him." He says out of the corner of his mouth to Bethan. He then clears his throat, "Just...wanted to see what the place is all about." He starts with, "Hired on by the Red Cross as muscle...and then well you came along." Certainly rang with a little bit of truth somehow. He looks around the car to see what everyone else thought of the ploy.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Ban Kingo aka Shimura

Name: Ban Kingo

Age: 34

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet 3 inches tall, with a broad shouldered well muscled build. Fine muscle definition and a rough appearance. Hair reaching just about middle neck length in a sheet of black, silky locks. Silver eyes, and a thin mouth with a ready frown, grimace or smile depending on the moment. His left hand is graced with three missing finger tips. His right cheek has a knife scar, and just under his left eye is notes of where he took a punch that ripped open his cheek, any higher and he might have lost his eye. The front of his upper jaw has evidence of having lost a fair amount of teeth as the front five teeth are replaced with silver replacements.

Face Shot

The Tattoo on his back

Tattoo on his right arm

Tattoos on his left arm

Nationality: Japanese Ex-pat

Callsign: "Shimura"

Skills:

Accomplished Cook - Went to School and took classes in many things. Law, and Business Management mostly, but one of the classes that surprised his Oyabun was the many classes he took in cooking, everything from Short Order Cooking to Gourmet cooking. He's a whiz with a wok, and can wield filet knife like a rapier. And can turn out some prime dishes everything from sushi to an amazing steak. He even knows how to handle pufferfish.

Martial Arts - And a variety of them too. Has been trained by his former clan members in the use of the Sai, Bo, Wakazashi and Iaido Katana arts. As well as Goju-ryu style Karate, and Okinawan style Judo. Making him quite an accomplished fighter in close quarters.

Small Arms knowledge - His Yakuza clan tended to shy away from the use of guns and rifles. But in modern times it doesn't help much to completely ignore them. As such he has knowledge in semi-automatic rifles, and machine pistols. Though perfers not to use them.

Drama abilities - Much to his former clans chagrin, Ban has a taste for and some really amazing skills in Noh and Kabuki actting. He made some of his best money by actting in Modern day Noh and Kabuki theatre.

I know a Guy - He's been around abit. And when the team enters a new country, he tends to say, "Hey I know a guy." And then vanish for an hour. And after abit return with some local gangster or mafia member, that has some information on what they are heading into.

History: Before joining Foxtrot Oscar and then Raven Squad, Ban had been almost life long Yakuza. His father had been Yakuza, and his grandfather too. His Grandfather, helped the Americans to track down and take Hideki Tojo down. His father helped the Amagi clan, part of the Yamaguchi Family ring to stay under the radar into modern day times. Ban was no less a Yakuza. Raised beside other Yakuza kids, learning to fight and steal and kill. Eatting beside tattooed up Yakuza and getting cuffed upside the head by many of his "uncles" in the Clan when he did something stupid, only to get cuffed again when his father got his turn.

So when he was old enough he joined the ranks. And became a tattooed yakuza as well. Working closely with several of his other yakuza kids, running arcades, plinko stalls and shaking down people who would open shops in the Amagi territory who wouldn't pay protection. He was shown no favors for his father being the top earner of his generation. Ban had to do it all like everyone else did. Eventually he would run his own three story arcade on the edge of Amagi Territory in their entertainment row.

He'd been watching the safe back at Amagi HQ when someone brazenly busted in, and with a shotgun, had blown Ban off his feet then robbed the place. Killing one of their number in the process. As Ban and the others were still alive they were held responsible. They should have sold their lives. But it had happened to quick. Ban offered to take the full punishment, and asked that the other three who had failed not be punished too heavily. He was ordered to cut three finger tips. Without hesitation he did so. Three quick cuts with a dagger, and he was bandaged up by the clan doctor.

A few years later he was accused of embezzling from the Clan, to which he vehemently argued against. He'd never do anything like that. Life long Amagi that he was. But as the evidence was against his he said he'd do the greatest thing, and would take exile. His father and grandfather would not turn their back so quickly though. He left the clan that day but his father and grandfather gave him money and supplies and sent him abroad. A sword, the Kingo family sword, and money and clothing.

Off he'd go and some time later be found in a German bar, having just cut down three german gangsters after a fight.

Personality: Ban still adheres to the Amagi code. Which is a mix of Yakuza life style and old Bushido honor. He can be gruff and angry and mean on the battle field. He has a mission to do, and that's what he;s there for. He will not attack an unarmed opponent, and will perfer to use his sword and Martial Arts to fight rather then a gun. But when he fights he fights to win and survive. And he fights to the death. There is no mercy to be had between warriors. Off the field he can be kind, generous and loves to eat, joke and work out. If he's not in the base kitchen cooking something for the team, he can be found in the training room, boken in hand practicing, or going through Kata, or working at one of the machines. Always trying to improve. He can also often be found in the auditorium putting on a solo Kabuki or Noh show for anyone who just wants to sit and watch.

Tactical Suit: The Ronin suit. A complex yet simple modern take on the Samurai armor concept. Ceramic over Kevlar plates in a chest plate, with kevlar pants, and leg wraps and SWAT style sneakers. A padded Haori and padded Hakama tucked into the kevlar leg wraps.

He'll also wear Kabuki style paint on his face that gives him a very off putting look. A wide brimmed steel conical coolie style hat completes the look.

Armor Image

Some of the face paint styles Ban wears

Hat Style

Weapons:

Kingo Family Katana - Given to him when exiled from the Amagi Clan, since then updated and enhanced. Honed through science and augmentation into an incerdibly sharp Mono-edge. The edge of it a single atom/particle thin, so sharp to be able to cut through and likely get stuck in 2 inchs of tempered steel.

Steyr TMP style Machine Pistol - A high cap magazine inside a TMP style Machine pistol for rapid fire high volume fire in those times that he can't use his sword. A white colored laser sight attached to help with aiming.

ACE 52 style semi-auto rifle - Something with some kick for those times he isn't right on the front line and can use his blade or MP.

Equipment:

Physical Augmetics - Has been worked on by some of the leading biotech firms, out of Japan and America. All of his augments are housed in his shoulders, arms and legs mostly with a few blended into his chest and back muscles. They are designed less for making him beefier and to stand out. But more to give him faster reflexes, speed and strength in his actions. Making him generally faster in movement, allowing him to quickly use his sword and react to things going on around him.

Standard survival kit, water, and food.

Medical First Aid kit for battle field staunching of minor injuries.

Standard medium combat kit, grenades, frag and HE 2 of each, ammo, smoke grenades two of each, a trio of NineBang flash grenades. A single breacher charge.

Minor repair kits for weapons and armor.

Hobbies:

Kabuki and Noh Performance - Will often put on solo shows of both Noh and Kabuki style acts. Either the soft traditional Noh style, white face mask actting out a dramatic showing. Or, a rowdy, loud and rough Kabuki act, free and freeing.

Cooking - Ban absolutely loves to cook. If he hadn't been expected to run some business for the Clan he would have started his own cafe or Izakaya. He cooks some really incredible dishes and will often waylay their cooks, and end up making multi course meals for the team.

Reading - Has a well thumbed copy of the Book of Five Rings, Sun Tzu's works, Confucius' work and several Bushido books. he also loves Japanese style fiction novels. And often can be found laughing at some of the badly written tropes in them.

Has been trying to teach himself how to play the Shamisen and the Biwa/

Likes:

A fine Sake.

Well made food.

Good friends.

The Honor of a good fight.

Dislikes:

Dishonorable motives.

People willing to manipulate others.

Honorless combat.

@FourtyTwo

Lemme know what you think.

Raven Squad : (An Eccentric Military / Spy-Fi RP)

Yo! @FourtyTwo Can I call one of those Mediums? the Male one maybe? A ex-yakuza, modern ronin deal in mind if you're okay with it.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Kumbaris@King Cosmos@Martian@AWACS@13org

Micheal Crane of the Fancy Clothing, and his Performing Dieties

Looking down at the beef-ish dish before him had Micheal smiling and nodding. He kept track of the conversation as the other spoke and ate and drank. He'd been hoping for something beefy, as he so rarely gets beef dishes out where his personal lodge is. It's usually moose, elk or deer. With a grunt he looks up from his meal, "Oh..." He swallows quickly and has to wash it down with near half his glass of something purple. Grape juice maybe. Possibly Welcher's Grape juice. Hey for a First Nations fella it's rather classy. He dabs at his mouth with a napkin, "Sorry. Just been abit, some fine dining here." He chuckles, "Okay yes. Avi, brother. Yes, so very Canadian. Interesting you said you're from Vancouver? Well I'm from just next door. Alberta. About two and a half hours north east of Edmonton actually. Little Reserve called Saddle Lake." He grins, "That's great. We can talk Lethbridge whiskey, maple syrup and hockey. He stops and looks critically, "You aren't a Calgary Flames fan are you?" Honestly the tone of his voices says this very well could devolve into a fight depending on the answer.

But soon he's straightening up and smiling at Amanda, "That Hamburg steak dish some were talking about. Ended up indulging in my need for protein." He chuckles softly. He leans over a little and grins at Faye, gesturing to his three godly tagalongs, "The three over there have been following me around since just after the Abomination was stopped. If you want to get some attention, just go and talk to them at some point." He nods and returns to his meal for abit.

Listening as he eats to the conversation and the revelation about the Agent Potential Calculator. He hums chewing thoughtfully, "So you're saying, it took into account the actions and thoughts of one of the more untrusting factions of the world and somehow choose me of all people to come and help out here? That's...well hard to believe. But then here we are." He nods. tapping his chin with the handle of his knife. As if saying that the Confederacy of Shamans is untrusting is common knowledge. Though it might be news to some, anyone knowing the history of degradation, lies, cheating and misuse of power against the First Nations peoples of North America and the world, would understand why the Confederacy is untrusting of others. Centuries of getting the short end of the stick and all.

He shrugs, "Well we're here now." He spears one of the sauteed asparagus that came with his meal, "I swear this stuff is godly."

The Conflict

Sorry that took so long my friends. I was having a bout of writers block there for abit.