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█ Meir Amos Maggid

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Cis-Male ► Sexuality - Hetero ► Nickname - Magi ► Occupation - Professor at MIT ► Qualifications - Valedictorian at Ritman Valedictorian at MIT Graduate PhD in Linguistics Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages Multilingual ► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. ► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. ► Piercings - Pierced, but rarely worn. ► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair is usually just a naturally curly shag. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower. With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. PSYCHE As long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’. Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► In a world ruled by science and logic, magic is only reserved for people who perform party tricks or those desperate enough to busk on the street. Having an otherworldly power and magic that is beyond explanation allows for potent weapons against those in opposition. Magic is rather versatile and can be choreographed with several other spells at once. Not only that, but dependent on the amount of magic used and incantation length directly effects the strength of the spell being used. It’s almost limitless to say as magic requires a constant learning for the exploration of new possibilities. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►Despite being quite powerful so early on with magic and the possibilities being so endless, Meir is still a newly anointed magician. While he has access to telekinesis, illusion casting, and his own magic, he is restricted to only being able to use one at a time. Meir is also very weak in hand-to-hand combat and his best defense works from a good distance. Despite having mana flowing throw his veins he can overuse his powers easily, thus forcing him to be smart on use and conservation of magical energy. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

OBLIVION— interest check

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Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

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^{Big Thief - Masterpiece}

Casper wasn’t sure what the allure of the beach was to him. Maybe it was the soft sea foam that formed from every wave or the intoxicating smell of the salt fresh from each tide. Regardless of what it was, he was drawn to it, to the point that it became a habit for him before school everyday. Unlike most of his peers, his functioning hours laid between twilight. 2am-6am was his favorite time as it felt like that’s when the world finally felt like it was a ghost town and no one was there to occupy it but himself. Between the soft faded clouds, peeked the head of the sun. Within a few minutes everything was doused in a medley of pinks, purples, and oranges. Looking at his phone it was almost time for the first and last day of his Delbrook career. Birds began to sing while he popped AirPods into his ear and hit play before he started down the road on his skateboard. It’s not that he didn’t want a car nor that he couldn’t afford one, but he didn’t really need one since he lived decently close to campus and it saved him money for things he considered more important, like creating an EP for labels to listen to.

Like their mascot, Casper rolled in like a rising tide. He was greeted with the new class of freshmen that moved up from the middle school and he couldn’t help but wonder if he looked that young when he was their age, they get tinier every year. The halls were as clogged as always, pushing past the loitering crowd and peering into the cafeteria to see if he recognized anyone. Nothing. Guess everyone was either still arriving or already in home room. He walked past the center of the school at a crossroads looking at the massive image of Poseidon etched on the wall and kind of scoffed, after all guys who were into Greek mythology were the equivalent to girls who got into astrology. He liked both so what did that say about him? The drum of the five minute bell pulled him back in, the only thing more terrorizing than the bell was the default alarm on the iPhone. Luckily he made it in time just to catch the makings of a line formed outside Miss Goldman’s room. Spanish was cool and all, but Creole was more up his alley or that’s what his mom led him to believe.

“Hola, cómo estás Profe?” That should have gotten the heat off him for now, making his way to his seat. He found himself comfortably square in the middle of the chart. Everyone already knew him by Caspian, Cas, or Casper so there was no need to write his nicknames on the board. She went over the typical spiel as she did every year prior. It was nice to know they had the autonomy to do whatever they wanted in their free period. Casper mostly slept since he spends four or so hours up on the beach. Just then the speaker came alive with static before the Sea god himself began to speak. He half rolled his eyes at the dystopian practice of standing up and reciting something so indoctrinated within them since elementary school, but nonetheless he humored their principal and stood up idly until it was over. Casper turned and made sure he greeted his new and old peers before the principal finished the rest of his message and they headed over to the auditorium. More pleasantries that put mostly everyone to sleep until they perked up at the announcement of the carnival. This was almost undoubtedly a risky way to start the year, but as they headed onto the field, Casper only head one thought in his mind. Funnel Cake.

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

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Caspian Wells

_{"If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets."
-Hikaru Murakami}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Caspian 'Casper' Wells O N L I N E - N A M E S CaspianSees Th3FriendlyGhost NewHere A G E 19 G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Queer P L A C E O F O R I G I N Portland, Maine C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E North Long Beach 'Norf Norf', Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Filipino/Haitian _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5ft 11in Weight: 170 Hair: Moss green Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Slim Build Body Marks: LBE (Lame Boyz ENT, his musical group) in a mimic Japanese style on his forehead, Apple under his right eye, John Frusciante’s face on his right hand _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single F A M I L Y Father: ∞ Zoren Wells - Aircraft Pilot at Long Beach Airport Mother: ∞ Islande Wells - Social Justice and Human Rights Professor at Biola University P E T S A 6 year old Bengal Cat named Ishii H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Yo MTV Cribs ∞ Come on in! _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Music, but not just listening to it, but performing it. Mostly in the musty basements of college houses, stationed right next to the laundry and dryers. Or in the backyards of his highschool peers on the seldom whim of doing so. ✔ Fashion. Whether that's fast fashion, designer, or a thrifted set he loves blending it all to make his own unique look. ✔ Lobster Rolls. Can't be a native of Maine without having a taste for those little cretaceous arthropods and their cute little chelicerae. ✔ Skateboarding. If you've ever seen Lords of Dogtown, yeah, that's the kind of vibe he's going for. If you haven't he's pretty much your local skater boy. ✔ Japanese Art. If it wasn't evident from his tattoo, he has a deep appreciation for Japanese art. Whether its something as simple as the characters in their alphabet or their writers like Hikaru Murakami, he loves it all. ✔ Environmentalism. If he had a back up plan to his passion for music it would be his interest in conservation of the environment. ✔ Paraphernalia. Like most students and artists, Caspian isn't a stranger to drugs and alcohol. If anything it gives him the necessary level of inspiration. ✔ Astrology. Surprisingly Caspian is pretty well versed in the signs. His big three are Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising with a Scorpio Sun. ✔ Noir Films, Vinyls, Photos taken on disposable cameras, recording shows on camcorders. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hates seeing people being taken advantage or pressured into uncomfortable situations. ✘ People who don't curb their dogs. ✘ Those who don't really have a respect for the environment around them. ✘ Musicians using their fame or talent to solicit things from others. ✘ Long division and derivatives. ✘ Shrimp, despite liking mostly if not all other forms of seafood. ✘ Scented vapes. ✘ Stereotyping based on looks alone. ✘ Gatekeeping hobbies or locations people intentionally show but hide on social media. You're a lame if you do that. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Placid ♣ Responsible ♣ Detached ♣ Creative ♣ Humanitarian ♣ Confrontational ♣ Loyal ♣ Social ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y - ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 | A- F A V O R I T E C L A S S Music Theory E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Music Theory | Music Production | Guitar E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Marching Band | Concert Band T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A pretty sick 5 speed bicycle, but most days his trusty skateboard. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N To Casper there's only really two paths set up for him once he graduates. The first one is to make a living off his music. If that means performing from tiny ballrooms to sold out venues in nothing but a cramped van, so be it. If not playing than producing would do just as well. If his music dreams fall through he would fall back on pursuing Environmental conservation in college somewhere in California or maybe back on the East Coast. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Casper doesn't have a job persay, but he does volunteer every Wednesday at a food kitchen. Mostly cooking meals and helping families pick out groceries fit for their religious beliefs. Other than that he makes what little money he has off of house shows or guitar/drumming/singing lessons. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Bixby Skatepark Long Beach ∞ El Dorado Nature Center ∞ Earl Burns Miller Japanese Garden ∞ Gemmae Bake Shop R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Music Lessons ∞ Volunteer Work ∞ Cultivating a college worthy resume ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Spends any free time he has playing mostly single player games on his PS5 Once in a while will go hiking and forage for edible mushrooms. Takes a yearly trip overseas with his parents. Understands both of his parents native tongues fluently but knows about a handful of words between the two. Inuyasha T H E M E S O N G CANNON - BROCKHAMPTON Face Claim: Dominic Fike | #17A5A5

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

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_______________________________________ N A M E Caspian 'Casper' Wells O N L I N E - N A M E S CaspianSees Th3FriendlyGhost NewHere A G E 19 G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Queer P L A C E O F O R I G I N Portland, Maine C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E North Long Beach 'Norf Norf', Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Filipino/Haitian _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5ft 11in Weight: 170 Hair: Moss green Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Slim Build Body Marks: LBE (Lame Boyz ENT, his musical group) in a mimic Japanese style on his forehead, Apple under his right eye, John Frusciante’s face on his right hand _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single F A M I L Y Father: ∞ Zoren Wells - Aircraft Pilot at Long Beach Airport Mother: ∞ Islande Wells - Social Justice and Human Rights Professor at Biola University P E T S A 6 year old Bengal Cat named Ishii H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Yo MTV Cribs ∞ Come on in! _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Music, but not just listening to it, but performing it. Mostly in the musty basements of college houses, stationed right next to the laundry and dryers. Or in the backyards of his highschool peers on the seldom whim of doing so. ✔ Fashion. Whether that's fast fashion, designer, or a thrifted set he loves blending it all to make his own unique look. ✔ Lobster Rolls. Can't be a native of Maine without having a taste for those little cretaceous arthropods and their cute little chelicerae. ✔ Skateboarding. If you've ever seen Lords of Dogtown, yeah, that's the kind of vibe he's going for. If you haven't he's pretty much your local skater boy. ✔ Japanese Art. If it wasn't evident from his tattoo, he has a deep appreciation for Japanese art. Whether its something as simple as the characters in their alphabet or their writers like Hikaru Murakami, he loves it all. ✔ Environmentalism. If he had a back up plan to his passion for music it would be his interest in conservation of the environment. ✔ Paraphernalia. Like most students and artists, Caspian isn't a stranger to drugs and alcohol. If anything it gives him the necessary level of inspiration. ✔ Astrology. Surprisingly Caspian is pretty well versed in the signs. His big three are Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising with a Scorpio Sun. ✔ Noir Films, Vinyls, Photos taken on disposable cameras, recording shows on camcorders. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hates seeing people being taken advantage or pressured into uncomfortable situations. ✘ People who don't curb their dogs. ✘ Those who don't really have a respect for the environment around them. ✘ Musicians using their fame or talent to solicit things from others. ✘ Long division and derivatives. ✘ Shrimp, despite liking mostly if not all other forms of seafood. ✘ Scented vapes. ✘ Stereotyping based on looks alone. ✘ Gatekeeping hobbies or locations people intentionally show but hide on social media. You're a lame if you do that. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Placid ♣ Responsible ♣ Detached ♣ Creative ♣ Humanitarian ♣ Confrontational ♣ Loyal ♣ Social ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y - ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 | A- F A V O R I T E C L A S S Music Theory E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Music Theory | Music Production | Guitar E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Marching Band | Concert Band T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A pretty sick 5 speed bicycle, but most days his trusty skateboard. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N To Casper there's only really two paths set up for him once he graduates. The first one is to make a living off his music. If that means performing from tiny ballrooms to sold out venues in nothing but a cramped van, so be it. If not playing than producing would do just as well. If his music dreams fall through he would fall back on pursuing Environmental conservation in college somewhere in California or maybe back on the East Coast. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Casper doesn't have a job persay, but he does volunteer every Wednesday at a food kitchen. Mostly cooking meals and helping families pick out groceries fit for their religious beliefs. Other than that he makes what little money he has off of house shows or guitar/drumming/singing lessons. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Bixby Skatepark Long Beach ∞ El Dorado Nature Center ∞ Earl Burns Miller Japanese Garden ∞ Gemmae Bake Shop R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Music Lessons ∞ Volunteer Work ∞ Cultivating a college worthy resume ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Spends any free time he has playing mostly single player games on his PS5 Once in a while will go hiking and forage for edible mushrooms. Takes a yearly trip overseas with his parents. Understands both of his parents native tongues fluently but knows about a handful of words between the two. Inuyasha T H E M E S O N G CANNON - BROCKHAMPTON Face Claim: Dominic Fike | #17A5A5

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

@VeyrinDay[@everyone]

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It was hard to know whether or not the words that left her mouth were genuine or crafted from tricks of the trades, she had hoped it was the latter as it had been a few years since joining Tsukiyama. Things were different this time around, her first gang, Sons of Angels, was just a means to an ends. For some reason she felt like she could finally find peace with her peers, but for now old habits still die hard. Luckily for Hikari, Kiyo recently just cleared all the excess empty bottles in her car so they didn’t spill out once she opened the door, a little habit she started to develop on tails. “Seems like he got his money’s worth before you know. Well anyways lets hope you don’t have to wear his skin for too long. Cigarette?” She asked with the orange end of the filter popping up out of a cramped carton. Hikari didn’t seem like the type, but then again none of them did, regardless it was just good manners.

She sunk back into her seat before the engine turned over once more and she took off. “She’s my pride and joy, I’ve had her for a few years now. The only reliable house and bed I’ve known, take as much of a rest as you need. I’ll get there before the meeting starts.”

“Out of nowhere, the mind comes forth.”, she didn’t quite know what Hikari meant by this, but she let it rattle in her brain before she slipped a disk into the tray and let the colorful jazz slip them into a stream of unconsciousness.

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Headlights pierced the nights fog jutting from the grates below the hideout. Lights dimmed and the hum of her car fell silent. “Right on time” she said before opening the passengers side door to let Hikari out. With no time to dawdle they entered right away. Familiar faces populated the room around her and the smile of Tsuki seemed like a good omen, that or it was just a particularly strong joint. Regardless, she found a seat before pressing the wrinkles out of her pants. It was all business from the start, Tsuki found no avenue for wasted breath or intel. Kiyo hung onto every word just waiting for her name to be called so she could get a head start on her mission, alone hopefully.

After hearing all of the assignments she was a bit remised to have not been on the all girl mission, then again she wasn’t one for glamour or sex appeal. Not that having an eyepatch lent any kind of support in that aspect, maybe someone would find it exotic. Explosives weren’t her speciality, but she has played the role of saboteur quite a handful of time. As good as she was at stealth, the possibility of it going south was what excited her the most. After all, punishing the weapons dealers with her own weapons seemed poetic.

She stood and began to walk towards her group assignment, “We’ll be the first ones done Tsuki” she said confidently, before leaning on a table next to Hiroto.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

@VeyrinDay

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Nothing but the sounds of a deep crackle could be heard in the distance. It was dark before the glimmer of light sparked and flickered off the end of a lit cigarette. A plume of smoke curled around, suspended in air before more light started to break through. The faint glow of light bounced off Kiyo’s face as if she were watching something. The source of light was mostly from the screen in her car scattering through images, inaudible. The crackling faded to the background as the sound from the screen started to push through. Vicious spats of yells could be heard, and the soft giggles slipping out the corner of her mouth. She has been watching every single Bruce Lee movie in his catalogue. These ancient discs were hard to come by with it being two centuries later, but luckily for her, her father had come into possession of them when he was a kid from his father and so on and so forth. Finding a car old enough or modded enough to support the format was another thing, but she managed.

There he was in all his glory, in his famous yellow track suit kicking ass and taking names. This yet another hobby borrowed from her father that she continued today. Probably the source of her fighting style inspiration. What an apt name, The Game of Death, seeing as today was the anniversary of her father’s. The empty hole that took the place of an eye always seemed to hurt on this day specifically, something more advanced than a phantom limb. And while she still missed him, this was something she did to help feel closer despite it being over two decades now. She dropped the lit cigarette into the mouth of her beer can before it sizzled out. Just as the final fight started, she turned the screen off and turned over the engine of her car. One foot on the clutch and the other on the gas she raced out of the empty parking lot she was soliciting in.

The car ride was silent aside from the revving of her engine from gear shifting. The ride was so familiar at this point she could practically drive there with her eyes closed, well, eye closed. Graveyards weren’t too commonplace especially in the slums of Heita district, but death wasn’t uncommon here either. Therefore, groundskeeper duties fell solely on her. Now that she wasn’t a stray dog, she had more time than she liked to have, so this wasn’t too much of a bother. She wasn’t much of a buddhist but she respected their practices and maintained the shrine, tohba, and brought offerings every time she came to visit him. From her persons she retrieved a bowl of rice and a cup where she poured tea into, setting both on the shrine. She stayed silent for a time, never knowing what exactly to say or if there was something to say. Her lips were about to part as she found her voice in her throat, until her phone began to buzz in her pocket.

Her voice quickly scurried back inside while she checked to see who it was. ”Moshi Moshi, hai, hai ja mata” she hung up just as fast as she answered. Shit. She had forgotten there was a meeting today with Kurosagi, looking at her watch she did the math and figured she would make it to Hanamachi just in time to pick up Hikari and make it to the meeting. She shot up and made her way back to her car before she hesitated for the briefest of moments. She grabbed the disc out of her car and placed it back in its archaic case, running it over to the shrine and placing it down. With a quick bow and faint smile, she turned back one more and slammed her foot down on the gas.

Moments later Kiyo arrived somewhere near Hanamachi after getting an updated location from Hikari. She slowed down as she approached Hikari on the side of the street and opening the door for her. “Get in. We can still make it on time if we leave now…unless you were planning on bringing your work home with you?” she said half serious half joking not knowing which response she would get. Hopefully for the two of them, someone else would be the one to show up late, man did she hate being late to anything.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Kiyomizu Hondai

Kiyomizu Hondai | Unagi

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: 本体 Hondai, Kiyomizu 清水 Nicknames/Aliases: Unagi | Kiyo Birth City/District: Heita District Age: 27 Height: 175 cm Racial Background: Half Chinese, Half Japanese Race: Y.S.G Awakened Hair Color: White Eye Color: Dark brown Appearance: At first glance everything about Kiyomizu is...rather unremarkable. Her hair is constantly pulled into a high ponytail, her clothes are run of the mill business attire, and she never needs for or wants to glamorize herself with make up or polish. Which in her line of work serves as its own form of crypsis, allowing to come and go as she pleases. Not to say she's completely unremarkable. Her height puts her well above the average height of most women in the Sakanoshita District, modified or not. Paired with her eye-patch, which sticks out like a sore thumb, makes others second guess their approach. Mutation Marker(s): While her Mutation Markers are visible, they are well cloaked. Her first mutation consists of three rows of gills on both sides of her throat. Normally the segmentation would be visibly seen by anyone looking, but she has a thin operculum covering her gill arches and gill rachis. The thin plating is the same skin tone as the rest of her body, but with a slight bulge not normally noticed unless you were touching her skin or staring at her neck. Being tall adds to the perception of how much larger than she actually is. The second mutation marker is less conspicuous. Dorsal fins line the backs of her legs, spine, and arms from top to bottom. Both anterior and posterior fins are about 3 inches in length from her skins surface. Most of the time they are folded over and covered by her clothing which is why she wears loose fitting suits. Luckily, they’re translucent as to not garner too much more attention than needed. Personality: Kiyomizu is a hard women, in all senses of the term. Hard to meet, hard to understand, but mostly hard to get to know. She doesn’t steer too much outside of the realm of her work and what her next priority is. This can come off as her being dull or a victim of being a slave to her work, but she finds neither is true. What’s hard for her is finding anyone worth having a conversation with that goes beyond pleasantries. Someone to respect her rather than fear her. Perhaps her own perception of herself has been skewed and reinforced the thought of needing to harden her emotions to the point she had no real outward expression besides irritation and disappointment. Contrary to her electric bite gained from being a YSG, her tone is direct and monotone, not changing for any form of hesitation internally or external. If there is one thing that can soften the edges it’s alcohol and a pack of freshly smacked cigarettes. Aspirations: A simple life. Proper channels for orphans. Unpolluted waters. Fears: Fear of drowning. Fear of an unfulfilled life. Vehicle: Nissan Skyline 2000GT-R. What’s more futuristic than going back to the basics? This model is a reinvented spin on the classic 2000GT-R released in 1972, a whole two centuries ago. The model isn’t exactly a 1:1 remake since driving down a highway is no longer streamlined with all the technology. Instead, it borrows bits and pieces from the original model and puts a spin on them in this new model. Yeah, it’s a bit bulkier than the original model, but what it lacks in flair it makes up for in speed and durability. I mean what 20th century cars were made to ram blockades and deflect bullets? And while motobikes are all the craze just about anywhere you go, Kiyomizu was never a huge fan of being on a bike. To her it felt like being a fish out of water and you were more exposed to danger than in anything else, but it did prove to win out in escapes and high-speed chases. Kiyomizu was an old school kind of gal anyways, whether it was picked up from her father or just the overall feeling of being behind the wheel. She’s stripped the inside of anything A.I. or future technology minus a screen in the center panel. Otherwise, it’s fully manual, has nitrous capabilities, and can speed up to just shy of 240 mph. All she’s missing are some fuzzy dice. P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Linguist: If translator pieces are on the fritz, you can rely on Kiyomizu to successfully navigate any conversation with a native speaker fluently. Marital Arts & Weapon Expert: Kiyomizu has been trained classically in many Japanese and Chinese schools of martial arts, ranging from Wing chun to Kyūdō. While she's only an expert in the use of a pistol an no other firearm, she is an expert in traditional weapons. Most notably nunchaku and bō staves. Y.S.G Enhanced: Like others, Kiyomizu was bestowed the gift of being naturally enhanced in all areas. Sensor: Given the nature of her mutation, she excels at detection through the use of sensory detection via electromagnetic impulses. Weaknesses/Flaws: Tech Support: Anything too technical or too new for Kiyomizu is too much for her to wrap her mind around. She has never had to rely on a computer or any technology to save her life or that of others. Her old fashioned mindset has led her to excel in other aspects of her life, but remain stagnant in others. Any tech stuff she leaves to others. Insulators: Kiyomizu's Y.S.G abilities don't particularly work well or effectively when paired against insulators or being able to pierce through ground. Overheating: Also due to her mutation, Unagi can not tolerate temperature that are too hot. Lone Fish: Due to her years of living a completely self reliant life style with only having to work alone, Unagi has developed the unhealthy habit of being overconfident in her abilities when faced with a team setting. She rather work on something on her own regardless if the help of others would facilitate the mission. Y.S.G Ability(ies): Unagi is just that, an eel. Well, technically not a true eel, but an eel, nonetheless. With this mutation she has been opened to a secondary world, that of the sea. Not only do her gills and fins help her become a dominant swimmer and predator in the water, but it also helps her navigate the surface world. Her anatomy allows her a few things: first she can use her gills as a secondary breathing mechanic in case her mouth is ever covered. Second, she’s gained new organs (main, Hunter’s, and Sach’s) to help create the electricity needed to use her abilities. This allows her to generate two types of voltage, high and low. Low voltage is what permits her to excel in sensory detection, much like her aquatic counterpart, she can send out multiple small pulses of electromagnetic energy. Comparable to a bat’s echolocation, once she gets a hit, she can pinpoint the precise location of whom she’s tracking and, in some cases, stop their escape through domination of their nervous system. This works more efficiently in water but works well on land. High voltage is where her offensive abilities come into play. Once her brain sends a signal to her nervous system, Unagi lights up like a Christmas tree. Electric currents are generated all throughout her body and she can channel them into a concentrated area like her fists or encase herself with the energy like a shell. Soul Binder/Weapon(s): Tsurizao (釣り竿/Fishing Rod) Unagi's go to weapon is a blend of two very beloved weapons she's grown up with, the nunchaku and bō. Not being able to choose between one she chose both. The primary form of the weapon is a black metallic rod made to be able to conduct the electricity from Unagi into the rod itself. She carries it on her person, specifically on the waist of her back. The rod itself is only about 15 cm long, until she decides to extend it into its full 1.8 meter height. Not only can she extend it but she can also retract the staff and separate it into two, forming a nunchaku through a chain within the center of the staff. It has no discernible abilities outside of the ones listed. Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories: None, too new school. E X T R A Anything else? (Un)Surprisingly does not like the taste of eel. Has nothing under her eye-patch. Probably should have some type of lung cancer by now. Theme

H i s t o r y Incase it's long Where to even begin. Rather than have her head in the clouds, most of the time Kiyo had her head in the tank. A fish tank to be precise and not one of those dainty looking ones you get from a pet store than end up breaking on you after a month. No, instead it was one of those giant tanks that line an entire building, you know, an aquarium. Although there weren’t many or rather no aquariums at all in the Heita district, just crime and debauchery. When you grow up with it you get used to it and the fear of being a victim slowly starts to ween off you like a child fresh off the breastmilk of their mother. Before we can get to the aquariums some background on Kiyo is rather necessary. Kiyo grew up in the Heita district, how she ended up there? She had no clue, but she didn’t really have a clue about a lot of things. It begun with not knowing who her mother was or where she was or if she was still alive. These were questions that originally popped into her head, but later dissuaded herself from asking, because her father was more than enough, and she trusted that he withheld that information for a reason. What she did know of her mother was by extension of her father. She knew she was Chinese, she was beautiful, and she taught her dad half of everything he knows. Despite all this she never had a photo or a single record of her to confirm what he told her or if she even existed. Well, she kind of had to if Kiyo had been brought into the world. Another thing she didn’t know was what her father did for work, he was just as secretive if not more when it came to that. There were occasions when seedy men showed up at the house and times where she had to play a fun game of hide and seek while he had guests over, yet no one seemed to ever want to find her. And while he provided them with everything, they could need she knew he wasn’t rich enough to move them to any district outside of Heita. Some people may call her blind faith in her father stupidity or ignorance, but she found it to be love. That love was returned in the form of education. Since she couldn’t go to school, he taught her what he knew or rather what he thought was best for her to know. Of course, he started off with the basics like addition and subtraction, how to read and write, even some of the history of the world. Once the basics were over, he introduced her to extra curriculars, which consisted of martial arts training, learning foreign languages, and even drinking ice cold beers. This went on for some odd number of years. In spite of that not everything was so ‘adult’ when it came to her teachings, he still treated her like a child. He showed her his favorite hobbies, bought her toys and candy, and even got her a goldfish. That was the catalyst for her love of fish. Her father even began to teach himself about fish just to appease the voracious appetite of his daughters wishes. She wasn’t sure what it was about fish that drew her attention, maybe it was because they were never caged or rather the ocean never ended for them no matter how far they swam. Maybe it was their freedom or maybe it was just how adaptive they can be no matter how bad and filthy their habitat was. Regardless, they drew Kiyo in more and more until she was attached. Unfortunately like most goldfish, hers died. It was a devastating blow to an adolescent child, but that was her first experience with loss whether she recognized it or not. Fortunately for her, her father was able to sneak her out of the district to bring her to her first ever aquarium. The sheer size and quality blew her away, she didn’t know how he managed to scrounge up the extra cash nor how he got her there, but she was in love. Her face was pressed up against the glass so tight she could see the condensation forming on the glass from her hot breath. Eventually she had to be pulled away to return home, but he made it a point to bring her once a month. And so, once a month it was practically her birthday, more so because she never really got much for her birthday or any subsequent holidays. And while her life had finally found some excitement it had other plans for her father. That time of the month came once again and they set out for the aquarium, except something was off. Her father kept turning around to look behind him every few minutes, he tried to play a running game with her, but she was getting too old at this point to humor his games. As she always did, she trusted her father would do what was best for them. They made it to the aquarium and looked around as always, hell they were even recognizable regulars by the patrons. This month they had added a new exhibit, once with a pool of electric eels. She walked off on her own to view the new exhibit while her father remained at the shark tank as he always did. She was lost in the wriggling bodies of the eels until she heard a scream and then a few loud pops. The aquarium irrupted into mayhem. Confused she tried looking for her father in a sea of people trying to make their way to the emergency exists. That’s when she saw her father making his way toward her, yet there was something different about him, something she hadn’t recognized before. Fear. This new expression was followed by red ooze slipping out of his mouth, no it was blood. He kept shouting something at her, but with the sound muffled from the cacophonous shouting she couldn’t make way of what he was saying. When she finally read his lips saying ”run” she had already been picked up by the same men she remembered seeing all those years ago. Before she could fight back, she was quickly drugged and slipped into a stream of unconsciousness. She woke up every now and then seeing men in surgical masks and surgical tools on a tray as they stared at her just as she had stared at the fish earlier that day. Drugs began to wear off and she could feel pain course through her body. She woke up in a terror and began to thrash about, provoking the men to try and hold her down to inject her with something more potent. Before that could happen though, she could feel a warmth erupt from deep within her. A shout left her throat and a surge of electricity pulsed out of her, shattering the lights leaving nothing but darkness. She slipped under once more before waking up to her father calling her name, armed with nothing but the flashlight from his cellphone. She woke up what felt like hours later. It had been months. She was in another office, this time a bit more professional before she was met with the presence of what was probably another doctor. The first time in her life she began to ask questions, rattling them off like bullets, asking about where she was, who he was, where her dad was. It was something new for her all together. The reality of the situation was her father owed money, lots of it, and they found out he had been spending money to bring her to the aquarium every month for years. Her father knew of the result from the onset but had made peace with it. The doctor explained that he had brought Kiyo in late at night distraught, wounded, and carrying a girl on the verge of death from a botched organ extraction. She was the target of the black-market trade, not her father. With no donors and no one to match Kiyo’s blood type except for her father he made the decision to donate whatever organs she needed to live. The transplants worked, but to save her life he had to exchange his. This was the second time Kiyo was met with loss and this time she was also unable to process it, but that would be the last time she did. After her recovery, she decided to join the Tenshi-tachi no musuko-tachi as a means to an end. She used her time with them to hone her already latent talents and learn whatever she could while she got herself set up. Eventually she was able to extend her reach to find the men who her father was indebted too. Without so much as a hint of hesitation she struck like an eel and devoured the men just as the sharks would that her father would so fondly watch during their routine aquarium visits. Things were empty for her after that, she took what she wanted from her slum of a home that had lost its sheen after what transpired and she headed out of the Heita district, forever. She left the Sons of Angels behind all the same and made sure to stop at the aquarium one last time. Kiyo sawm through life like the very fish she loved, becoming a gun for hire until she met one contractor named Tsukiyama, that wanted her skills permanently. Dismissive at first, Kiyo finally came around when she realized she was tired and the Kurosagi clan could help meet and share her goals.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

@Moonlit Ghost

Thank you! Do you happen to have a link?

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Kiyomizu Hondai

Kiyomizu Hondai | Unagi

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: 本体 Hondai, Kiyomizu 清水 Nicknames/Aliases: Unagi | Kiyo Birth City/District: Heita District Age: 27 Height: 175 cm Racial Background: Half Chinese, Half Japanese Race: Y.S.G Awakened Hair Color: White Eye Color: Dark brown Appearance: At first glance everything about Kiyomizu is...rather unremarkable. Her hair is constantly pulled into a high ponytail, her clothes are run of the mill business attire, and she never needs for or wants to glamorize herself with make up or polish. Which in her line of work serves as its own form of crypsis, allowing to come and go as she pleases. Not to say she's completely unremarkable. Her height puts her well above the average height of most women in the Sakanoshita District, modified or not. Paired with her eye-patch, which sticks out like a sore thumb, makes others second guess their approach. Mutation Marker(s): While her Mutation Markers are visible, they are well cloaked. Her first mutation consists of three rows of gills on both sides of her throat. Normally the segmentation would be visibly seen by anyone looking, but she has a thin operculum covering her gill arches and gill rachis. The thin plating is the same skin tone as the rest of her body, but with a slight bulge not normally noticed unless you were touching her skin or staring at her neck. Being tall adds to the perception of how much larger than she actually is. The second mutation marker is less conspicuous. Dorsal fins line the backs of her legs, spine, and arms from top to bottom. Both anterior and posterior fins are about 3 inches in length from her skins surface. Most of the time they are folded over and covered by her clothing which is why she wears loose fitting suits. Luckily, they’re translucent as to not garner too much more attention than needed. Personality: Kiyomizu is a hard women, in all senses of the term. Hard to meet, hard to understand, but mostly hard to get to know. She doesn’t steer too much outside of the realm of her work and what her next priority is. This can come off as her being dull or a victim of being a slave to her work, but she finds neither is true. What’s hard for her is finding anyone worth having a conversation with that goes beyond pleasantries. Someone to respect her rather than fear her. Perhaps her own perception of herself has been skewed and reinforced the thought of needing to harden her emotions to the point she had no real outward expression besides irritation and disappointment. Contrary to her electric bite gained from being a YSG, her tone is direct and monotone, not changing for any form of hesitation internally or external. If there is one thing that can soften the edges it’s alcohol and a pack of freshly smacked cigarettes. Aspirations: A simple life. Proper channels for orphans. Unpolluted waters. Fears: Fear of drowning. Fear of an unfulfilled life. Vehicle: Nissan Skyline 2000GT-R. What’s more futuristic than going back to the basics? This model is a reinvented spin on the classic 2000GT-R released in 1972, a whole two centuries ago. The model isn’t exactly a 1:1 remake since driving down a highway is no longer streamlined with all the technology. Instead, it borrows bits and pieces from the original model and puts a spin on them in this new model. Yeah, it’s a bit bulkier than the original model, but what it lacks in flair it makes up for in speed and durability. I mean what 20th century cars were made to ram blockades and deflect bullets? And while motobikes are all the craze just about anywhere you go, Kiyomizu was never a huge fan of being on a bike. To her it felt like being a fish out of water and you were more exposed to danger than in anything else, but it did prove to win out in escapes and high-speed chases. Kiyomizu was an old school kind of gal anyways, whether it was picked up from her father or just the overall feeling of being behind the wheel. She’s stripped the inside of anything A.I. or future technology minus a screen in the center panel. Otherwise, it’s fully manual, has nitrous capabilities, and can speed up to just shy of 240 mph. All she’s missing are some fuzzy dice. P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Linguist: If translator pieces are on the fritz, you can rely on Kiyomizu to successfully navigate any conversation with a native speaker fluently. Marital Arts & Weapon Expert: Kiyomizu has been trained classically in many Japanese and Chinese schools of martial arts, ranging from Wing chun to Kyūdō. While she's only an expert in the use of a pistol an no other firearm, she is an expert in traditional weapons. Most notably nunchaku and bō staves. Y.S.G Enhanced: Like others, Kiyomizu was bestowed the gift of being naturally enhanced in all areas. Sensor: Given the nature of her mutation, she excels at detection through the use of sensory detection via electromagnetic impulses. Weaknesses/Flaws: Tech Support: Anything too technical or too new for Kiyomizu is too much for her to wrap her mind around. She has never had to rely on a computer or any technology to save her life or that of others. Her old fashioned mindset has led her to excel in other aspects of her life, but remain stagnant in others. Any tech stuff she leaves to others. Insulators: Kiyomizu's Y.S.G abilities don't particularly work well or effectively when paired against insulators or being able to pierce through ground. Overheating: Also due to her mutation, Unagi can not tolerate temperature that are too hot. Lone Fish: Due to her years of living a completely self reliant life style with only having to work alone, Unagi has developed the unhealthy habit of being overconfident in her abilities when faced with a team setting. She rather work on something on her own regardless if the help of others would facilitate the mission. Y.S.G Ability(ies): Unagi is just that, an eel. Well, technically not a true eel, but an eel, nonetheless. With this mutation she has been opened to a secondary world, that of the sea. Not only do her gills and fins help her become a dominant swimmer and predator in the water, but it also helps her navigate the surface world. Her anatomy allows her a few things: first she can use her gills as a secondary breathing mechanic in case her mouth is ever covered. Second, she’s gained new organs (main, Hunter’s, and Sach’s) to help create the electricity needed to use her abilities. This allows her to generate two types of voltage, high and low. Low voltage is what permits her to excel in sensory detection, much like her aquatic counterpart, she can send out multiple small pulses of electromagnetic energy. Comparable to a bat’s echolocation, once she gets a hit, she can pinpoint the precise location of whom she’s tracking and, in some cases, stop their escape through domination of their nervous system. This works more efficiently in water but works well on land. High voltage is where her offensive abilities come into play. Once her brain sends a signal to her nervous system, Unagi lights up like a Christmas tree. Electric currents are generated all throughout her body and she can channel them into a concentrated area like her fists or encase herself with the energy like a shell. Soul Binder/Weapon(s): Tsurizao (釣り竿/Fishing Rod) Unagi's go to weapon is a blend of two very beloved weapons she's grown up with, the nunchaku and bō. Not being able to choose between one she chose both. The primary form of the weapon is a black metallic rod made to be able to conduct the electricity from Unagi into the rod itself. She carries it on her person, specifically on the waist of her back. The rod itself is only about 15 cm long, until she decides to extend it into its full 1.8 meter height. Not only can she extend it but she can also retract the staff and separate it into two, forming a nunchaku through a chain within the center of the staff. It has no discernible abilities outside of the ones listed. Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories: None, too new school. E X T R A Anything else? (Un)Surprisingly does not like the taste of eel. Has nothing under her eye-patch. Probably should have some type of lung cancer by now. Theme

H i s t o r y Incase it's long Where to even begin. Rather than have her head in the clouds, most of the time Kiyo had her head in the tank. A fish tank to be precise and not one of those dainty looking ones you get from a pet store than end up breaking on you after a month. No, instead it was one of those giant tanks that line an entire building, you know, an aquarium. Although there weren’t many or rather no aquariums at all in the Heita district, just crime and debauchery. When you grow up with it you get used to it and the fear of being a victim slowly starts to ween off you like a child fresh off the breastmilk of their mother. Before we can get to the aquariums some background on Kiyo is rather necessary. Kiyo grew up in the Heita district, how she ended up there? She had no clue, but she didn’t really have a clue about a lot of things. It begun with not knowing who her mother was or where she was or if she was still alive. These were questions that originally popped into her head, but later dissuaded herself from asking, because her father was more than enough, and she trusted that he withheld that information for a reason. What she did know of her mother was by extension of her father. She knew she was Chinese, she was beautiful, and she taught her dad half of everything he knows. Despite all this she never had a photo or a single record of her to confirm what he told her or if she even existed. Well, she kind of had to if Kiyo had been brought into the world. Another thing she didn’t know was what her father did for work, he was just as secretive if not more when it came to that. There were occasions when seedy men showed up at the house and times where she had to play a fun game of hide and seek while he had guests over, yet no one seemed to ever want to find her. And while he provided them with everything, they could need she knew he wasn’t rich enough to move them to any district outside of Heita. Some people may call her blind faith in her father stupidity or ignorance, but she found it to be love. That love was returned in the form of education. Since she couldn’t go to school, he taught her what he knew or rather what he thought was best for her to know. Of course, he started off with the basics like addition and subtraction, how to read and write, even some of the history of the world. Once the basics were over, he introduced her to extra curriculars, which consisted of martial arts training, learning foreign languages, and even drinking ice cold beers. This went on for some odd number of years. In spite of that not everything was so ‘adult’ when it came to her teachings, he still treated her like a child. He showed her his favorite hobbies, bought her toys and candy, and even got her a goldfish. That was the catalyst for her love of fish. Her father even began to teach himself about fish just to appease the voracious appetite of his daughters wishes. She wasn’t sure what it was about fish that drew her attention, maybe it was because they were never caged or rather the ocean never ended for them no matter how far they swam. Maybe it was their freedom or maybe it was just how adaptive they can be no matter how bad and filthy their habitat was. Regardless, they drew Kiyo in more and more until she was attached. Unfortunately like most goldfish, hers died. It was a devastating blow to an adolescent child, but that was her first experience with loss whether she recognized it or not. Fortunately for her, her father was able to sneak her out of the district to bring her to her first ever aquarium. The sheer size and quality blew her away, she didn’t know how he managed to scrounge up the extra cash nor how he got her there, but she was in love. Her face was pressed up against the glass so tight she could see the condensation forming on the glass from her hot breath. Eventually she had to be pulled away to return home, but he made it a point to bring her once a month. And so, once a month it was practically her birthday, more so because she never really got much for her birthday or any subsequent holidays. And while her life had finally found some excitement it had other plans for her father. That time of the month came once again and they set out for the aquarium, except something was off. Her father kept turning around to look behind him every few minutes, he tried to play a running game with her, but she was getting too old at this point to humor his games. As she always did, she trusted her father would do what was best for them. They made it to the aquarium and looked around as always, hell they were even recognizable regulars by the patrons. This month they had added a new exhibit, once with a pool of electric eels. She walked off on her own to view the new exhibit while her father remained at the shark tank as he always did. She was lost in the wriggling bodies of the eels until she heard a scream and then a few loud pops. The aquarium irrupted into mayhem. Confused she tried looking for her father in a sea of people trying to make their way to the emergency exists. That’s when she saw her father making his way toward her, yet there was something different about him, something she hadn’t recognized before. Fear. This new expression was followed by red ooze slipping out of his mouth, no it was blood. He kept shouting something at her, but with the sound muffled from the cacophonous shouting she couldn’t make way of what he was saying. When she finally read his lips saying ”run” she had already been picked up by the same men she remembered seeing all those years ago. Before she could fight back, she was quickly drugged and slipped into a stream of unconsciousness. She woke up every now and then seeing men in surgical masks and surgical tools on a tray as they stared at her just as she had stared at the fish earlier that day. Drugs began to wear off and she could feel pain course through her body. She woke up in a terror and began to thrash about, provoking the men to try and hold her down to inject her with something more potent. Before that could happen though, she could feel a warmth erupt from deep within her. A shout left her throat and a surge of electricity pulsed out of her, shattering the lights leaving nothing but darkness. She slipped under once more before waking up to her father calling her name, armed with nothing but the flashlight from his cellphone. She woke up what felt like hours later. It had been months. She was in another office, this time a bit more professional before she was met with the presence of what was probably another doctor. The first time in her life she began to ask questions, rattling them off like bullets, asking about where she was, who he was, where her dad was. It was something new for her all together. The reality of the situation was her father owed money, lots of it, and they found out he had been spending money to bring her to the aquarium every month for years. Her father knew of the result from the onset but had made peace with it. The doctor explained that he had brought Kiyo in late at night distraught, wounded, and carrying a girl on the verge of death from a botched organ extraction. She was the target of the black-market trade, not her father. With no donors and no one to match Kiyo’s blood type except for her father he made the decision to donate whatever organs she needed to live. The transplants worked, but to save her life he had to exchange his. This was the second time Kiyo was met with loss and this time she was also unable to process it, but that would be the last time she did. After her recovery, she decided to join the Tenshi-tachi no musuko-tachi as a means to an end. She used her time with them to hone her already latent talents and learn whatever she could while she got herself set up. Eventually she was able to extend her reach to find the men who her father was indebted too. Without so much as a hint of hesitation she struck like an eel and devoured the men just as the sharks would that her father would so fondly watch during their routine aquarium visits. Things were empty for her after that, she took what she wanted from her slum of a home that had lost its sheen after what transpired and she headed out of the Heita district, forever. She left the Sons of Angels behind all the same and made sure to stop at the aquarium one last time. Kiyo sawm through life like the very fish she loved, becoming a gun for hire until she met one contractor named Tsukiyama, that wanted her skills permanently. Dismissive at first, Kiyo finally came around when she realized she was tired and the Kurosagi clan could help meet and share her goals.