Daxam

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

_{Interactions:@Force and Fury @Theyra (and everyone else in earshot)}

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Vincent blinked and the spider was gone. He had been so focused on it that he failed to notice Lys approach, though that could also be in part due to how silent her wheels turned. When she returned and offered to take the crate he had been carrying, it took a moment for Vincent to gather himself. Awesome. Now I'm gonna be that guy who's scared of spiders. He quickly put on a grin that hid his embarrassment and said, "Oh, uh, thanks, Lys. For that and the offer, but I'm good. Really. I, uh, was just taken a bit aback by..." After a moment, he realized he was about to make excuses and mentally slapped himself. Oh, come on, Vince, you're better than that! Besides, you know she'll see right through it. He sighed and gave Lys a rare, uncharacteristcally sheepish smile as he said, "Thanks, Lys. But I'm fine, really. Though, since you're offering..."

He picked up another crate, one small enough to fit in Lys' lap, and handed it off to her as he added, "It'll go by a lot faster with you helping out." Just as he said that, he heard another voice address him and turned to find the one-eyed Desmond there, asking if there was anything else to load. "Oh...Desmond, right?" Vincent asked, still doing his best to learn everyone's names. He cast a quick look around the room and picked up a case of ammunition. "I think we're just down to the smaller things, like this," he said as he handed the case off to Desmond with a grin.

He carried his crate back to the van and loaded it up before he took a step back. He took in the sight of everyone going about their tasks as they prepared for the mission ahead. Even someone as dense as he was could pick up on the layer of tension that hung in the air, which was unsurprising given the nature of the job. Vincent was no stranger to fighting large groups of Lost and he was sure many in the group weren't, either. He eagerly threw himself headfirst into such encounters. This time, however, he was with a group. There were other revenants, sure, and Sidhe, but there were also humans. He was perfectly fine getting hurt in battle, but if he let himself get too wrapped up in the fight and someone got hurt due to his inattentiveness? "Guess I'll have to make sure to keep everyone's focus stays on me," he quietly said with a grin as he stepped into his room. "Shouldn't be too hard."

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

_{Interactions: @Izurich, @pantothenic, @Force and Fury, and possibly @Theyra}

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As Vincent followed Dallas to the storage room, he took the time to once more look around the base as he walked. It still amazed him that not only were there so many revenants, Sidhe, and even humans in one place, but that everyone seemed to get along really well. Every time he had tried to put down roots with a group, it never took long for the group to tear itself apart. Sometimes it was something major, like one person cheating on someone else with another of the group, but most of the time it, it seemed to be a series of conflicts that ended with a straw breaking the camel's back. Let's hope this one stays together, he thought as he followed Dallas and Ionna into the storage room.

They weren't inside two seconds when Ionna gathered up three munitions crates and carried them toward the van. Vincent let out a low whistle as he watched the small girl carry the load to the vans. "Well, I'm not about to be outdone by someone almost half my size," he joked as he hoisted a crate onto his right shoulder and another underneath his left arm. He carried the cargo out to the van Ionna was loading, having assumed that was the one for supplies. As he loaded the crates into the back of the van, he decided it was high time to start getting to know his comrades.

As he walked back toward the storage room, he grinned and nodded at Lysandra before he hefted another crate onto his shoulder. He opened his mouth to address the group, but stopped. The color drained from his face and he felt his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at the creature that had appeared in front of him, dangling on a thread so fine, it was almost invisible. It was small, but to Vincent, the eight-legged menace may as well have been as big as a dinner plate. "I...sp...sp-sp..." he tried to say, though in the presence of such a creature, his voice couldn't seem to work.

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

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Vincent had opened his mouth to add to the conversation, but stopped when he heard the sound of someone approaching. From the look on the ashen-haired girl's face told him she noticed it, as well. A moment later, the doors opened to reveal another Sidhe. Shortly after she appeared, Poppy seemed to switch gears. Vincent had heard she was the resident medic, so she must have noticed something about the new Sidhe that flipped her switch from 'leader' to 'doctor.' She paused for just a moment to give an order to the stony-faced man, before telling Vincent and Ionna to help out with loading the van. Vincent grinned and said, "Sure thing, boss! We'll be ready to go before by the time you're done."

Before he joined up with the Commune, Vincent had always thought it was easier on his own. Sure, he was a people person, but when he was on his own, the only thing he really had to worry about was gathering enough blood beads for himself. He figured the resources a group would need, combined with the possibility of infighting, made it seem like more trouble than it was worth. It was more on a whim, combined with the desire to sleep in a warm bed, that Vincent had bothered joining the group at Crow's Nest. After he saw how well everyone seemed to get along, though, he found that his reservations had started to abate, even though so little time had passed.

He was shaken from his musings when he heard Dallas' name and quickly scanned the room. As new as he was, he still had yet to learn everyone's name, so when he found the source of the voice, a young ashen-haired girl, talking to an older, serious-looking man, he figured they must be Ionna and Dallas, respectively. He took a moment to look down at Lys, whom he was still standing next to, and winked at her before he pushed away from the telescope. When he approached Dallas and Ionna, he said, "Alright, looks like I'm all yours. Sooner we get this done, sooner I get to have some fun!"

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

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Bam!

Bam! Bam!

Bam!

Bam, bam, bam!

The impacts, dulled by the closed door, sounded out into the main hall of the Crow's Nest, audible to anyone who happened to walk past. Inside, Vincent's fists slammed into the worn leather of his punching bag as he got his morning workout in. He was a recent addition to the group, having joined up just the day before, yet he had been quick to make himself at home, which would be obvious to anyone who saw the pile of clothes that had already somehow accumulated in the corner. The thought of being part of a team was still weird to him, but if it gave him a decent bed and a roof over his head, he'd work with the Lost if he had to.

It was during a break in his workout that he heard the gathering call. "Well, first day and it looks like I'm already gonna get some action," he mused. He quickly cleaned himself and threw on one of his cleaner shirts, a black sleeveless shirt, before he stepped out of his room. Given that he still had yet to get his bearings, he watched as some of his new comrades headed toward the rear of the building and followed suit. When he entered the room, he listened to Erik's explanation of what their job was, then looked up at the towering telescope when he heard Lys invite those interested to take a look. Eager to see what they (read: he) was up against, Vincent walked over and looked through the eyepiece. When he saw the Lost horde, he let out a low whistle and grinned.

"Yeah, I've got a question," he replied as he lifted his eye away from the telescope. He leaned against it, his tattooed right arm resting against the cold metal, and asked, "When do we head out? I'm excited to knock some Lost heads together!"

Anepool Academy for the Gifted

@Moonlit Ghost

Sol and Luna had just been about to enter the school when the former stopped and, in turn, brought Luna to a stop next to him. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he had gotten caught up in his girlfriend's excitement and it had slipped his mind that he was going to meet Eri at the front gate to show her around. "Something wrong?" Luna asked.

"No, nothing's wrong," Sol said as he turned to his girlfriend, "but I've got someone I need to meet up with. I promised her I'd show her around, since she's new. If you want, you can go check out the clubs and I'll meet up with you later."

Luna thought for a moment, then gave her boyfriend one of her trademarked grins. "Nah, they're not going anywhere," she said. "Besides, the more's the merrier, right? Maybe all three of us can find a club!" It wasn't that she didn't trust her boyfriend, given that he had mentioned meeting up with another girl. Luna knew she had nothing to worry about in that respect. She simply enjoyed meeting new people and if this girl was able to get her boyfriend, one of the least sociable people she knew, to take the initiative and offer to show her around, then Luna definitely had to meet her.

Sol smiled and squeezed Luna's hand before the couple turned away from the door. They made the trek from the parking lot to the main gate of the school and found Eri standing off to the side, headphones on her head and her back to them. Sol guided Luna around toward the periphery of Eri's vision, not wanting to startle her, and continued to approach her. When he and Luna were within arm's reach, Sol spoke up, "I'm sorry we kept you waiting, Eri. We just got here not too long ago."

Anepool Academy for the Gifted

The day began for Sol like any other: up at first light, a shower, followed by brushing his teeth, then he'd spend a few minutes browsing through the news on his phone as he cooked breakfast. All the while, his girlfriend, Luna, would still be sound asleep in their shared bed. Even when they were young, she was never one to wake easily and Sol had quickly learned it was usually better to let her sleep and wake up on her own. Which was usually when she smelled breakfast cooking.

A few moments after he returned to the stove, he heard the soft sound of Luna's bare feet on the floor of their apartment and soon felt her arms wrap around his middle from behind. "Murnin'..." she muttered sleepily as she rested her head on Sol's shoulder.

"Morning to you, too," Sol replied as he rested his head against Luna's. "Got a bit of an earlier start on breakfast than usual. I figured you might have forgotten about sch--"

"Don't say it," Luna grumbled. "You know I'm allergic to that word." She then let out a yawn and let go of her boyfriend. "I'm gonna go clean up and get dressed," Luna said as she trudged back down the hall toward the bathroom. By the time her shower was finished and she had dressed in her clothes for the day, Luna was awake, alert, and, despite how she felt about classes starting back up, she was excited to get the day started. While she knew classes wouldn't start until tomorrow, she was excited to see old friends, make new ones, and improve her abilities.

She and Sol spent the next while eating breakfast while they chatted about this and that until the time came. The couple set their dishes in the sink to be washed later, put their shoes and jackets on, and left their apartment. The drive to school only took ten minutes, so in no time at all, Sol and Luna found themselves back on campus. They left the parking lot and Luna stretched her arms over her head. "So," she said as she dropped her arms and laced her fingers with Sol's, "wanna go check out the clubs? We're here early enough, I bet we could find one we can both join!"

Sol squeezed Luna's hand and gave her a quiet smile. "Sounds like a plan," he replied as they made their way toward one of the main walkways.

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent

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Vincent Ryder

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| AGE |

26

"At least, I feel like a 26. Probably a hell of a lot older, though."

| APPEARANCE |

Vincent (I apologize for the size)

"Damn, who's that handsome bastard?"

| PERSONALITY |

Eager to fight - Passionate - Bit of a skirt chaser - Stubborn - Impatient - Unwaveringly loyal - Kind (in his own way) to his allies

"Hey, if this is the world we gotta live in, I'm gonna enjoy it as much as I can!"

| BLOOD TYPE |

AB - Vincent's blood type gives him enhanced strength and stamina, even when compared to some other Revenants who share the same blood type. While he enjoys using the biggest weapons he can get his hands on, he's also been known to fight bare-handed, as reckless as it might be. That said, in times when he had lost his weapon, he's been able to match some of the larger Lost in strength. His energy is red with flickers of orange, similar to a flame.

"One of these days, I'll be able to throw one of those things!"

| BACKGROUND |

Due to his reckless fighting style, Vincent has dispersed so many times that his memory had been rendered nonexistant, scattered throughout the world as vestiges. This fact never seems to bother him, though a single, stubborn fragment seems intent on never fading away: the name "Erica." Over the decades since the Great Collapse, to the best of his memory, Vincent had been traveling here and there, clearing out Lost for settlements in exchange for blood.

"I was once asked if I wanted to find my vestiges. Why bother? If I forgot it, it wasn't worth remembering in the first place. Long as I remember my name, I don't see a problem!"

| SKILLS / EQUIPMENT |

- Due to his penchant for losing weapons, Vincnent makes due with whatever he can get his hands on, usually a large chunk of concrete attached to rebar or an abandoned weapon. This versatility has given him a rather flexible fighting style.

- He also carries a dead smartphone around with him. He isn't sure why, but the one thing he's sure of is that it's the one thing he couldn't bear to lose.

- Even for a Revenant, Vincent is surprisingly durable.

- In the event he loses his weapon, Vincent always wears a pair of studded leather gloves. In most other people's hands, they would be vastly inferior to other weapons, but thanks to Vincent's enhanced strength, they're just as viable an option as a sword or hammer.

- While reckless, Vincent isn't completely stupid. While it may look unassuming, the black coat he wears is incredibly durable, offering above average protection against physical damage.

"Also makes a good pillow when it's wadded up."

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |

- His recklessness, as stated before, has caused him to disperse before and may end up doing so again, or worse.

- Vincent has spent so long on his own that the idea of working with other people is foreign to him. That said, if someone were to become close with him, he would give his life to protect them.

- Vincent is almost useless to any problem that requires a lot of thinking.

"It's not that I'm stupid, I just prefer the more fun options."

| NOTES |

- He's a surprisingly (especially to him) good cook

First Impressions

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Vincent Ryder

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Role in the team: Mad Dog of Crow's Nest

💔 Ex-friends/lovers/enemies
♥️🤍🤍🤍 Neutral
♥️♥️🤍🤍 Acquaintances
♥️♥️♥️🤍 Friends
♥️♥️♥️♥️ Close friends
❤️‍🔥 Lovers

Erik

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"From the way he carries himself, the guy seems like he'd be a decent fighter. Other than that, he seems like a pretty good guy! Can't tell if he knows the meaning of the word 'relax' all that well, though."

Dallas

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"I like this guy! I saw him training earlier and he really knows his way around that axe! I'll have to see if he'll let me take a swing or two with it, sometime."

Ionna

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"Kid's stupid strong for her size. Hell, she might be stronger than me! But that strength doesn't mean shit if she doesn't know how to use it. I might have to give her some pointers, sometime."

Ajax

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"I don't think I've ever seen so many weapons on one person."

Akaia

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"She's too fucking quiet. Nothing wrong with that at all, I just feel like I should put a bell on her or something in case she walks up behind me."

Lysandra

♥️🤍🤍🤍|❤️‍🔥 (Potentially)
"Hey, I'm not ashamed to admit when someone's smarter than me. This girl? Definitely smarter than me. Her robots are cool, too!"

Vincent

❤️‍🔥
"Hey, that's me!"

Desmond

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"Seems like a nice guy. I like his...what did he call it? Glaive? That thing."

Cerise

♥️♥️🤍🤍
"Can't say I expected to find someone so...bright in this world. Not that that's a bad thing, though."

Poppy

♥️🤍🤍🤍
"Always good to have a doctor. Let her know I'm sorry in advance for all the visits she'll be getting from me!"

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Sean

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Sean Anderson

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| AGE |

32

| APPEARANCE |

Sean is of average height, 5'9", with short, perpetually wild dark hair, ardent green eyes, and a lithe, toned build. His most notable feature is his bionic right arm, which hides a multitude of tools and a hidden blade in the forearm. He normally wears jeans, a t-shirt, and boots. In the field, he also wears linothorax, torso armor made of layers of woven cloth glued together.

| PERSONALITY |

Tactical - Extroverted - Genius

| BACKGROUND |

Sean was born in a shelter that had been reserved for those from the higher rungs of society; doctors, scientists, politicians, and people with so much money that it was disgusting. His parents were physicists, which gave rise to not only his passion for the field, but also an almost ravenous appetite for learning. Physics, medicine, technology; whenever Sean came across a subject that caught his interest, he made it his mission to learn as much about it as he could.

It was this passion that eventually led to his recruitment in the provisional government's R&D division, where he spent most of his time studying revenants, the BOR parasite, and the lost. Over time, however, Sean began to realize he had lost his motivation to continue working for them. While the lab and almost limitless funds were nice, he felt he could only learn so much in a controlled setting and that his place was out in the field. He had tried to get permission through the proper channels numerous times, but was refused each time, since the government didn't want to risk losing him.

A few bribes here, a blackmail or two there, however, and Sean was able to get what he wanted.

| SKILLS / EQUIPMENT |

- Mossberg 500 Cruiser 12 gauge pump action shotgun

- M1911 handgun

- Customized ammunition and explosives

- Combat knife affixed to his left thigh

- Genius-level intellect: While specialized in physics and chemistry, he also has extensive knowledge in medicine, bionics, and several other fields

- Being artificial, his right arm can be used as a defensive tool, as well as offensive with a blade hidden in the topside of his forearm, a small caliber, single-shot firearm on the underside, and retractable knuckle studs.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |

- Being human, Sean is squishy, especially in comparison to revenants and Sidhe and it takes longer for him to heal when wounded.

- While Sean has taken steps to protect it from the elements, his arm still requires routine maintenance to remain functional.

- Sean only has limited knowledge of hand-to-hand combat. While he is equipped for it, Sean relies on his mind to outsmart a physically superior opponent. Failing that, the best he can do is hold out until help arrives, if it does.

- Sean is a smoker. While he doesn't smoke enough to hamper his physical abilities too much, at most one cigarette a day, if he goes too long without a smoke, he'll grow irritable, restless, and lose focus more easily.

| NOTES |

The more veteran members of the Commune may know him. Throughout his travels, Sean sells his vast array of skills and knowledge in exchange for supplies, so he may have visited the Commune a few times over the years.

He has a tendency to swear in Irish when frustrated.

Code Vein

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Tales Of Shizuyama: Another RP with Monster Girls! (Looking for players!)

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Scorched Earth

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