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Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

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Shugo Tenshi Samurai (Guardian Angel Samurai) - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

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WHITE TIGER

Ava Ayala, 19 (b. 1949)
_{Based in Spanish Harlem, New York
Active since approximately 1967}

Character Concept

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Family, a one letter word that has multiple meanings to different people. Some might say it means blood is thicker than water. Others will say it means someone that will always have your back. But for Ava it meant something else entirely, something even more dire than the two before, for her it’s about legacy. Who better to carry that burden of that legacy than herself? Her brother, Hector, was always the light of her life growing up, the perfect role model. And why wouldn’t he be when he was the first ever Latino superhero? It was already a crowning achievement to become a superhero but an entirely different weight to be anything other than white in the current political climate of the 1960’s. All publicity was not good publicity though as both terror and tragedy had befallen not just him but her entire family. Few grade schoolers come home to the massacred remains of their families by anti-hero militants, even less to survive their own attack by the same hand.

Years passed without the white tiger mantle being taken up and those years led to the discovery of her brother’s death. Eventually, the tiger amulet would find its way to her niece and then finally to Ava herself. The obsession with her brother’s legacy and her need to make it her birthright, Ava took up the power of the amulet and dawned the costume that would make her the new white tiger. In a time period so hectic she sets out on her new career in hopes of mastering the amulet and picking up where her brother left off.

The story for Ava here is to pursue and explore her culture and the way it is being seen in the current time period. Not only her culture but the culture surrounding the source of her powers, the jade amulet. While she has convened with the Tiger Spirit, she has yet to attach herself to either K’un-Lun itself or the several masters to have been produced from said place such as Daniel Rand. She of course will be looking to avenger her family’s death by pursuing and killing Mace Gideon without the intervention of the Avengers, but perhaps a new organization or force she associates with will prevent her from doing so.

Storyline pitches of note:

• Joining the newly formed Young Justice team
• Traveling to an alternate earth to attend the Thirteen Chambers tournament as the white tiger.
• Working to be the face of Latino American politics and seeking reparations for operation wetback and exploitation of farmers in the US.

Key Notes

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Relevant Characters

Jade Tiger Avatar: A powerful deity hailing from the mysterious mountain of K’un-Lun that serves as the source of Ava’s augmented skill set and powers. However, an antagonistic god and controlling god, at the start of their relationship it demands one night per week without interference, full possession of Ava’s body.

Mace Gideon: Anti-hero militant villain who was dishonorably discharged from the military due to or his actions, his discharge papers citing insubordination, mental incompetence, and suspicion of combat activity independent of orders. He now has a weapon prosthetic fitted on the hand he lost in an explosion from the last war. Also, the sole reason that led to Ava’s family being killed and the bullet that was lodged into her lungs.

References / Sample Post

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Hunting Grounds: A Survival Horror Experience

Images of seafoam washing up on an obscured beach played in his mind while the sound of waves crashed in the background of his mind. The image was still, peaceful, as the waves receded back to their home before crashing against the sand once more. A dream so serene was seldom in the mind of Sylas so the change of pace was nice. But there was something wrong with the sound of waves, they were being drowned out by this incessant knock of what could only be described as wood. Tap, tap, tap. The droning on of wood jolted him awake and washed away the dream theatre he had fancily built for himself.

The tapping of the wood was the bartender trying to get his attention for last call. The ship was docking soon, and Sylas had spent the entire morning ordering a mix of old fashions and whiskey sours. The only remnants of his dream that did survive was the sounds of waves crashing against the ship. Groggily, Sylas removed his death grip on his glass that was already watered down from the ice melting. Not wanting to waste his drink he gulped it down with a wince and a shutter of the body. Whether or not he was jump starting his body or cringing at the taste of watered-down whiskey was left to be seen. “Thanks for the drink compadre.” Sylas’ hands found their way into his pockets and out came some crumpled bills along with a pack of Marlboro menthol's.

The cigarette met his lips while the money was left behind on the table. He didn’t have much time to collect himself, but that was alright it was the start of a brand-new slate so he could go at his own pace. Making his way below deck he saw a small crowd of people forming around an old man. Striking up a match he lit his cigarette before making his way behind the girl and the old man. “Is diving allowed off that waterfall? Or am I gonna have to be the first one off the top” he asked before realizing where his manners went. “I’m Sylas by the way, Sylas Reed, pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. You mind if I smoke here?” As if asking really mattered since he was already well into a few drags at this point.

Hunting Grounds: A Survival Horror Experience

_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Male Date of Birth - 06/06/1986 Ethnic Background - White Residence - Annapolis, Maryland Occupation - Current: Tattoo Artist | Previous: Fortune 500 Education - St. Johns College - Business Marketing B.A. - [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y Crowd Pleaser If there was one thing Sylas is good at it’s being the life of the party or just helping people have a good time. His natural charisma makes him sociable in even the most diverse communities and understanding in the ones he’s used to. He’s all about change and variety which is the spice of life. Despite being jovial, fun, and optimistic it can be misconstrued as ego, pride, and arrogance to many. Either way it will never be a dull moment when Sylas is around. The Machinist Guided by a passion to learn, his machinations are what drive him to return to the form of a student rather than a teacher. His mind and body can never sit idle so he seeks provocations that he can converse over and provide inquiries whilst working together rather than disrespecting the opinions of others and trying to shoehorn his ideas in. His obsession with learning has driven him to pursue the occult which in most cases is a turn off for others since it deals with the supernatural. Groundhog's Day Despite throwing himself into and being enthralled by the world around him that he had not recognized or lived in so long he’s learned like most people that even he needs his time away from the sun. Sylas will make time to retreat from all his social obligations and instead spend time alone at home or a cabin in the woods to mentally and physically recharge.

Physical Description Where should we start, well, Sylas had dedicated his body to the cliché of being a blank canvas. All together he has 23 tattoos lining his body, from the more obvious one like the large portrait of a woman caressing a clown on his chest to subtle tattoos of significant dates and landmarks tucked behind the crevices of his sides and arms. The not so young man stands roughly around 5’9 with a figure touting the line between dad bod coveted by the ladies and shredded which conveniently is also craved by the ladies…His style can be best described as chaotic or formless if that could be considered fashion. By this explanation his ensembles usually consist of ratty/dirty sneakers or boots paired with rather long white socks. With any combination of inseam shorts/leggings/jeans and usually shirtless with the occasional shirt or sweater pending the weather. Beyond that he keeps his hair in a buzzcut or worse a short bowl cut. Character Conceptualization Sylas grew up in your standard American nuclear family with one exception, the American Dream was no longer just that for his parents but an active reality. What exactly did this mean? Well his family not only came from money but amassed even more on their own. There was no dream when everything you could ever want was at the behest of your parents. At first this was a non-issue growing up considering Christmas and birthday parties were always tantamount to soirees of elite standings. While being sedated with his parent’s idea of materialistic love rather than emotional love he obeyed their wishes. He attended private tutors, completed his confirmation and communion to engrain his faith, and even attended country clubs with his dad’s friends. Eventually that nuclear family expanded to two more kids which left him as the oldest and the role model for his siblings. Eventually when he was old enough to attend high school the glitz and the glam of his privilege began to lose its once illustrious sheen and the sharp edge of the world outside his bubble became more alluring. Despite attending a catholic private school, he yearned to attend public school in the next town over, most times finding himself there when he skipped out on lunch. There he picked up his ugly habit of smoking cigarettes, whether it was to rub dirt on the clean exterior his family worked so hard to build up or the nicotine addiction, it helped paved the road to one of many changes in his life. Once again, he followed the life path set out for him by his parents and attended one of Annapolis’ most prestigious colleges granted it didn’t take much but a small donation of an entire building by his parents. And while he did manage to secure good grades in his classes he succumbed to the hazing of Greek life and the intoxicating ichor that he’d imbibe thereon. That’s when the itch started to develop. The itch was always there it just became harder to relieve with just a scratch. The button up shirt and noose of a tie didn’t serve to help but only irritate it more. The tie supplied by the fortune 500 company he was hired into out of college. Whether it was by accolades alone or nepotism no one really knows. Regardless, he was there 5 days a week for ten hour day. There was no fun cooler talk or skits you see on the office. Instead it was mind numbing and the dissociation that began to unravel the more he talked to his drone of coworkers only furthered his disdain for his career. He was trapped, caged by his father since birth to live a life he wrote for him instead of himself. Pretty soon he’d have to get married to a woman approved by his parents, have children, indoctrinate and repeat the cycle he lived onto them and spend his old age at country clubs with men who weren’t really your friends but sycophants. That was enough for the itch to become too strong. He rejected his job, his tie to his family, and everything else he had worked for in his life. Now with no communication with his family for the last several years and a blossoming tattoo career that once started in a backyard shed, now into a studio building, Sylas has begun to live his life on his terms. Untethered and unbothered by money, Sylas seeks the pursuit of his own happiness, becoming the author of his own script. Other Information He owns a Burmilla cat named Aleister Crowley and drives a 1956 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing a parting gift (unknowingly) taken from his father

Hunting Grounds: A Survival Horror Experience

_______________________________________________ [+] B A S I C S Sex / Gender - Male Date of Birth - 06/06/1986 Ethnic Background - White Residence - Annapolis, Maryland Occupation - Current: Tattoo Artist | Previous: Fortune 500 Education - St. Johns College - Business Marketing B.A. - [+] P E R S O N A L I T Y Crowd Pleaser If there was one thing Sylas is good at it’s being the life of the party or just helping people have a good time. His natural charisma makes him sociable in even the most diverse communities and understanding in the ones he’s used to. He’s all about change and variety which is the spice of life. Despite being jovial, fun, and optimistic it can be misconstrued as ego, pride, and arrogance to many. Either way it will never be a dull moment when Sylas is around. The Machinist Guided by a passion to learn, his machinations are what drive him to return to the form of a student rather than a teacher. His mind and body can never sit idle so he seeks provocations that he can converse over and provide inquiries whilst working together rather than disrespecting the opinions of others and trying to shoehorn his ideas in. His obsession with learning has driven him to pursue the occult which in most cases is a turn off for others since it deals with the supernatural. Groundhog's Day Despite throwing himself into and being enthralled by the world around him that he had not recognized or lived in so long he’s learned like most people that even he needs his time away from the sun. Sylas will make time to retreat from all his social obligations and instead spend time alone at home or a cabin in the woods to mentally and physically recharge.

Physical Description Where should we start, well, Sylas had dedicated his body to the cliché of being a blank canvas. All together he has 23 tattoos lining his body, from the more obvious one like the large portrait of a woman caressing a clown on his chest to subtle tattoos of significant dates and landmarks tucked behind the crevices of his sides and arms. The not so young man stands roughly around 5’9 with a figure touting the line between dad bod coveted by the ladies and shredded which conveniently is also craved by the ladies…His style can be best described as chaotic or formless if that could be considered fashion. By this explanation his ensembles usually consist of ratty/dirty sneakers or boots paired with rather long white socks. With any combination of inseam shorts/leggings/jeans and usually shirtless with the occasional shirt or sweater pending the weather. Beyond that he keeps his hair in a buzzcut or worse a short bowl cut. Character Conceptualization Sylas grew up in your standard American nuclear family with one exception, the American Dream was no longer just that for his parents but an active reality. What exactly did this mean? Well his family not only came from money but amassed even more on their own. There was no dream when everything you could ever want was at the behest of your parents. At first this was a non-issue growing up considering Christmas and birthday parties were always tantamount to soirees of elite standings. While being sedated with his parent’s idea of materialistic love rather than emotional love he obeyed their wishes. He attended private tutors, completed his confirmation and communion to engrain his faith, and even attended country clubs with his dad’s friends. Eventually that nuclear family expanded to two more kids which left him as the oldest and the role model for his siblings. Eventually when he was old enough to attend high school the glitz and the glam of his privilege began to lose its once illustrious sheen and the sharp edge of the world outside his bubble became more alluring. Despite attending a catholic private school, he yearned to attend public school in the next town over, most times finding himself there when he skipped out on lunch. There he picked up his ugly habit of smoking cigarettes, whether it was to rub dirt on the clean exterior his family worked so hard to build up or the nicotine addiction, it helped paved the road to one of many changes in his life. Once again, he followed the life path set out for him by his parents and attended one of Annapolis’ most prestigious colleges granted it didn’t take much but a small donation of an entire building by his parents. And while he did manage to secure good grades in his classes he succumbed to the hazing of Greek life and the intoxicating ichor that he’d imbibe thereon. That’s when the itch started to develop. The itch was always there it just became harder to relieve with just a scratch. The button up shirt and noose of a tie didn’t serve to help but only irritate it more. The tie supplied by the fortune 500 company he was hired into out of college. Whether it was by accolades alone or nepotism no one really knows. Regardless, he was there 5 days a week for ten hour day. There was no fun cooler talk or skits you see on the office. Instead it was mind numbing and the dissociation that began to unravel the more he talked to his drone of coworkers only furthered his disdain for his career. He was trapped, caged by his father since birth to live a life he wrote for him instead of himself. Pretty soon he’d have to get married to a woman approved by his parents, have children, indoctrinate and repeat the cycle he lived onto them and spend his old age at country clubs with men who weren’t really your friends but sycophants. That was enough for the itch to become too strong. He rejected his job, his tie to his family, and everything else he had worked for in his life. Now with no communication with his family for the last several years and a blossoming tattoo career that once started in a backyard shed, now into a studio building, Sylas has begun to live his life on his terms. Untethered and unbothered by money, Sylas seeks the pursuit of his own happiness, becoming the author of his own script. Other Information He owns a Burmilla cat named Aleister Crowley and drives a 1956 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing a parting gift (unknowingly) taken from his father