Demon Shinobi

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkinkSo! I reverted the money to 500 and took away the pokeball, might as well have him buy his first pokeball in game right?! Then I removed lick, and I also removed Defense curl because officially defense curl is a level 4 move and stuff and I wasn't sure I would use it much. lol now, despite how much you wrote, I'm pretty sure those were the only things that I noticed were brought up. So I can move him over to the CS tab yeah??

Pokémon: Start

@Demon Shinobi Ah, no, don't remove Metronome. In fact, I look forward to you using it. rubs hands together XD

@PlatinumSkink

I’m imagining it’s the same hilarity as I’m going for in my mind when I chose it

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkinklol yeah, I figured some stuff wasn’t gonna fly, but I’ll make the changes by tonight, and will also remove defense curl as it is a level 4 move and not level one. At least by ORAS moveset, which is what I was using lol I can also remove metronome. Literally just took from the list of level 1 moves and the one level 4 in defense curl. Anyway! Yeah, with fam so a little later for changes

Pokémon: Start

Hey there @PlatinumSkink! So I finally finished these two CSes. Would have been done sooner, but a few things came up that prolonged the writing process. Not much to look at overall, especially in the history part but I'm excited to get out there and everything! Lemme know what you think. I am willing and ready to change, remove, or add? fix anything you might need me to.

Pokemon Trainer Axl

Axl Hawthorne

“What’s life without a little adventure?”

Appearance:

Axl stands at roughly 5’7” tall and 165lbs. He has a lean, yet muscular build, and an overall athletic body. As one might expect, this is quite ideal and likely has been built up from years of his own adventuring and fun, prior to his convincing his parents to allow him to go out on a pokemon journey. You’re unlikely to see him without his hat either on, or attached at the hip, if it’s not hanging from his bag.

Age:

16

Gender:

Male

Personality:

Axl is an adventurous person with a very engaging personality. He is strong-willed and kind hearted, with a good head on his shoulders. At least, to an extent. The fact is, he can be a bit reckless and rash, always quick to jump without thinking of how exactly he’s going to land. That is to say, he doesn’t really think things all the way through. He may be quick to make friends and quicker to jump in to help somebody, but that doesn’t mean he’ll actually be able to help himself get out of any trouble he may have gotten himself into.

Apart from that, Axl has something of a big brother personality. If you’re younger, weaker, frailer, or just seem like you might need a hand, he’s quick to offer it and protect it. He’s also quick to give “parently” advice and warnings and any other manner of encouragement. ”I believe in you!” “Did you eat today?” “Are you alright?” “Need a hand?” “An apple a day, keeps the doctor away!” “Make sure you take your medicine! It’s like a preemptive strike on sickness!” (Those are just a few to give an idea.)

Even so, for all his care and coolheadedness, you can see a completely different side of him if you mess with his friends or family. He’ll charge right on, like a bat on a hell, out for blood against somebody if he feels they deserve it.

Hometown:

Pureplain City

Background:

Axl was born in Pureplain City to parent who’d been ready to settle down after years of adventure and travel. At least, one of them was. After having settled in the fairly normal, his mother and father built a life for themselves. However, the mundanity of their day to day lives became quite boring for his father. The man couldn’t take it anymore. He lived for adventure. And so, one night, when Axl was about four years old, he left.

The loss of his father hit Axl and mother pretty hard. She became a bit bitter and began to hate even the notion of the adventurous life she’d left behind. He got over it in time, but as the years went by he found himself more and more enthralled by the idea of going out on his own journey. He made friends all over the city, always being one to lead games and have fun here and there. His mother threw herself in her work, occasionally scolding him as he grew older and attempted to convince her to allow him to leave on a Pokemon journey.

In time, as he grew older and more capable of handling various situations and keeping himself safe, to an extent at least, Axl made it clear to his mother that though he wanted her blessing, one way or another he’d be heading off. It was likely his curiosity, his charisma, and his need to go out and explore that helped Professor Kalmia to choose him as one of the trainers to give a pokedex to. Though it took some time to convince his mother and he is heading out a bit older than he initially may have wanted, Axl is more than ready to head out into the world on his own. Who knows what surprises may await him.

Kind of Pokémon you like:

“I love all Pokemon! Fire, Water, Grass, Ghost! All of them! They can all be pretty cool and awesome. Unless they’re slimes… But beyond that, my favorites are my pokemon.”

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:

• Although it is unlikely that Axl would ever admit this, he secretly wants to find his father. He doesn’t know what he’ll say or do when he meets him, but it is a want of his.
• Axl is a great dancer, which has given him pretty good control of his body.
• Axl is terrified of slimes. Like from games, and most pokemon who are too similar. This is only applied to those who look like straight slimes/blob monsters. No idea why.
• Even if it’s not usually his first choice of action, if it can be helped, Axl is a pretty good fighter. He has no real formal training. Mostly just a brawler with some martial arts influences. I’m not expecting this to matter much.

Items:

• 1x Potion
• More to come

Pokédollars:

500p



Tank the Munchlax!

Tank

Appearance:

Tank is of average size for his species standing at roughly 2 feet tall and 232lbs. He doesn’t seem out of the ordinary physically in any way.

Species:

Munchlax

Gender:

Male ♂

Type:

Normal

Personality:

In a word? Bold! Munchlax seems to share in his trainer’s tenacity and determination when it comes to challenges and battles! That is, so long as he’s got a full stomach. Even so, his loyalty is unmatched and he’s the kind of partner most can only dream of!

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:

Tank is far more energetic and battle ready than the average munchlax is considered to be.

Level:

5

Moves:

• Tackle
• Odor Sleuth
• Metronome

Ability:

Thick Fat! A Pokemon ability that halves all Fire- and Ice-type damage done to the user.

Held Item:

N/A

You Can Become a Hero!

K a z u o

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> > > Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) < < <
April 7th ~~ School Grounds

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"Guess I got here right on time." Kazuo said to himself as he lifted his feet off the chair he'd propped them up on and planted them firmly back on the ground. He slid the phone back into his pocket, intent on paying attention to the words of the Dean of Students. Even so, having said that, it was likely he'd have been late if he'd taken another minute or so longer. He might have if he hadn't thought the school would be extreme enough to have him expelled for a tardy on the first day, to the orientation no less. That was likely why his father had gotten him to pick Ishin. The old man didn't care about the fact that it was one of the oldest hero schools, or that it created some of the best around, his rising star sister being one such student. The truth was, his father figured the clash created by Kazuo's rebellious nature and the rigidity of the school would be a sure ticket to his expulsion.

He is really underestimating my resolve. The young man thought as he caught the jawbreaker between his teeth on the right side of his mouth, biting it clean in half almost immediately. It wasn't blatantly loud, much quieter in fact than one might have thought, though. No, he was listening to every word coming from the mouth of their speaker, former hero Snowman. He was excited. He could practically feel his blood bubbling up inside him. Somebody close enough might have felt the temperature in the immediate area around him raise higher as well.

Even so, as the speech neared its end one singular thoughts popped into his mind. Holy shit... By the end of the year the phrase 'Soar Skyward' is gonna be used as part of a one-liner for... something. Part of him thought it might be lame, but the other part couldn't help, but try to imagine all the epic badass scenarios that could also apply to.

Kazuo shook his head, snapping out of his slight stupor. "Right," he said as he dropped his hands to his knees, decisively hopping to his feet. "Guess I oughta find my dorm." He skimmed the pamphlet each student had, evidently, and began walking. He'd been assigned to the Chiheisen Dormitory Building. He wasn't expecting to need any help finding the place, or his room. But he wouldn't mind asking for help if he needed it anyway. Still, he could find it. "Wonder what my roommate's gonna be like? Kazuo asked himself as he walked, making his way through the crowd, to exit the auditorium. He folded up the pamphlet and slipped it into his pocket, replacing his phone as he took that back out. He glanced at it.

There was another torrent of messages, most of which, were simply his sisters ramblings. He couldn't wait for the day to end so she could get over her own excitement over her "baby brother's first day of hero school!" He couldn't believe her. And yet, he still couldn't help but chuckle as he scrolled through them. Her wouldn't walk into anybody. Most likely. Maybe. Regardless, he was on his way.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Wafer D. Kite - Challenge accepted? Kite's unyielding spirit!

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Pike grinned wide like a maniac as Kite approached him, accepting the challenge. ”Yeah, there is something else you should know,” he answered. The large man took hold of the cigar from his mouth, dumped the ashes in front of him toward Kite’s feet, then blew smoke in the young shipwright’s face. ”I don’t go easy on pirate scum. Don’t go crying if I break a few of your bones, or you die! YARHARHARHARHARHAR!”

The man’s laughter was deep, and guttural. He projected it from the belly. Once his fun at Kite’s expense was done, he placed the cigar back in his mouth, and kicked the cannonball up using his foot like a scoop, and sent it toward one of the refs, who struggled to catch the thing.

“Take your places!” The second ref ordered. Pike took to his side of the center field, waiting for Kite and waiting for the ball to get put in play.

Kite stared down the man as he laughed. He wasn’t much bothered by the smoke from the man’s cigar as someone else might have been. He was a smoker himself after all. He simply shrugged it off chuckle of his own as he pulled his bandana out from his pocket and tied it into place around his head. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” He said as he moved to take his place on his own side of the center field. ”But don’t whine if things don’t turn out the way you want them too.” He remarked, taking a moment to stretch.

This’ll be tough. He’s confident in playing with a cannonball, which means this is a regular occurrence. He thought as he stared down the arena. He was no slacker himself, and he was sure his own training regimen would provide a surprise or two for the larger man. He’d always felt he would need strength to properly work on a ship. His muscles and bones could more than hold up to a little pain. After all he’d managed against Krabbe. But that was a problem in and of itself. I haven’t had a proper rest since I bordered that bastards ship.

The shipwright sighed. Between nightmares revolving around his own crew, his capture, the ongoings with the Red Rums, etc., he was far from tip top shape. Can’t let that stop me.

The two referees joined the players near the center, setting the cannonball dead center between them. The other pulled out a coin and addressed Kite. “As the challenger, you get to call the toss.” He flipped the coin in the air and caught it, out of sight, waiting for Kite to call heads or tails.

Kite took a breath and watched as the coin flipped through the air for a brief moment. “I call heads.” He said, hoping he was correct.

Slowly, deliberately, so as to show that there was no sleight of hand or other form of cheating, the referee lifted his hand up to reveal the coin: tails. “Challenger Kite has lost the coin toss! Capt-er, sorry, first mate Pike, do you want to start on offense or defense?”

Pike blew his cigar smoke into the mook’s face and casually placed the roll of tobacco back in his mouth. ”The hell do you think I want?! You’ve been in my service for what, three years now? OFFENSE IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS! CRUSH YOUR OPPONENT BEFORE THEY CAN MAKE A MOVE WITH LIGHTNING FURY!”

Pike left the ref to stand in the middle of his side of the field, the ref standing back at a 45 degree angle on his heels, his hair frozen behind him from the sheer force of Pike’s yelling. The second referee had to step in. “Uh, ok. Well then challenger Kite kicks off to Pike!” He left the cannonball in the center of the field, by Kite, then picked up his peer to run off the side. A few seconds later and a whistle was blown. “BEGIN!”

Kite winced at the news of the coin toss and then again at the scream from the larger man. “Fuck, this is gonna be tougher than I thought.” He mumbled to himself with a slight chuckle as he took a step back and geared himself up to begin. Thus, when the call was made he charged forward. He couldn’t necessarily kick it straight. It wasn’t the best moved. It’d be a better called to kick it a little out of Pike’s way so he could work to get to it. Otherwise, his offensive moves would be that much easier.

Luckily, Kite was strong. Working on ships. Lifting and molding the wood, moving beams. He might not have matched up to Feya, but he could hold his own. Still, the smarter move would be to try and preserve my legs if possible. He thought as he slipped the top of his foot into the curvature of the ball and lifted it slightly. He used that movement to launch the ball forward, but aimed towards the left of the field. Pike would have to run for it if he wanted it, but it wasn’t so far out of the way that it’d be better to let it fly out of bounds. Let’s see how he handles this.

Pike scrunched up his face at the kickoff serve he had just received, rolling off to his side. ”Pathetic,” he grumbled, darting off to the cannonball with surprising speed for someone his size. ”Using your foot to scoop it is smart to avoid damaging your legs, but!”

He reached the iron ball in under a second, kicking it up into the air, then began juggling it in place by alternating his knees. ”If you want to defeat me! You’ll need to go! On! The attack!” He juggled it up much higher, then spun in place like a windmill. The side of his foot slammed into the cannonball with tremendous force, sending it rocketing forward… Straight for Kite’s torso.

It was coming right at him. For Kite, it seemed almost like slow motion. He had to make a choice, move out of the way, try to redirect it, or perhaps try to kick it back. At the cannonball hurdled towards him he took a deep breath. The decision he’d made would surely hurt a bit, but he could take it. Especially since this ball didn’t seem to be more as fast or with as much force as the cannonballs Caesar had been dealing with. And so, he lifted his leg, bent at the knee, with the sole of his foot set to stopped the ball’s momentum.

Kite grit his teeth, feeling the impact of the ball, but managed to stand his ground. He used his own strength to push it down and into the ground, grinning at Pike before beginning to run. Sure, he slid back a few feet, but that was better than possibly losing a point. Kite was now making his way down the field, dribbling the ball as he’d done so many times. It wasn’t that different. Just required a little more force. “Understood, sir.” He laughed confidently. Hopefully, that display had showed that he was a little more than Pike probably thought at a first glance. He didn’t take kindly to being underestimated afterall.

Pike scrunched his eyebrows up at the sight of Kite resisting one of his standard kicks. The kid had more grit in him than he originally thought, he had to admit. Still, it wouldn’t be enough. He charged straight for Kite at blinding speed, propelled by his massive leg muscles which left cracks in the floor. Of course, Kite was slowed by the burden of an iron ball. ”Better than the average man,” Pike called out, kicking the ball straight up from in front of the Red Rum. ”BUT NOT NEARLY GOOD ENOUGH!”

Pulling more or less the same maneuver he had to shoot the cannonball toward Kite, he flipped around like a fan and struck the ball in a slapshot with the side of his foot. The cannonball was sent flying over Kite’s head with greater speed than the initial kick, and slammed into the goal unobstructed. A referee’s whistle blew out, signalling the score.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! One point for capt-er, I mean, for first mate Pike! Pike now serves to Kite!”

The tall, imposing man grinned with sheer malice and superiority down at his opponent, taking the time to blow more cigar smoke in Kite’s face before heading over to retrieve the ball for the game’s second kickoff.

Kite was completely and utterly caught off guard. And just like that Pike had scored himself a point. “Shit…” He grumbled as he ran back to take a possession of the ball. He had to do better. Be more on guard. He took his mark. I won’t be able to beat him in a game of shear strength. I’m gonna have to play smarter. He thought to himself as he awaited the large man’s kickoff. Problem was, he was already started to get a little annoyed. He hated being looked down on, but more than that he hated when he couldn’t prove his opponent wrong. He had to be better than that.

”Are you ready, pipsqueak?” Pike chided, juggling the ball with his knees. ”Because now that I’ve seen you can take a kick, the kid gloves come off! TIIIIIGERRRR! STRIIIIIIKE!” As the cannonball fell down, Pike gave the thing a standing kick, his leg perpendicular to the ground. Interestingly enough, he kicked with his toes pointed straight forward, as though his leg were a spear. The air distorted around his leg thrust, and the impact sent the cannonball hurtling straight for Kite’s torso as before, only with much greater force and speed! ”You should know my policy by now! TEAR APART THE OPPOSITION! YARHARHARHARHAR!”

Kite’s eyes widened. The speed and power behind the ball was far greater than before and he wasn’t entirely sure he could stop it this time. ”Well I’m not backing down old man!” But that was easier said than done. What could he do?

Kite turned, and braced himself. With the wrenches on his back he could take less of the brunt of the damage, though it’d still hurt like hell. “This is gonna hurt.” He spoke quietly to himself. If it hit, he was hoping it’d stop in place. If it did there was a chance it would lodge between his wrenches. Then, he could charge to the net. If it didn’t play out like that, he’d have to turn around and charge the net with the ball properly. But then, he’d have to throw in a few feints in his next attempt at dribbling. Either way he wouldn’t be using his hands and would still be abiding by the rules.

The cannonball struck his back, driving into his muscle between the wrenches. It didn’t get caught between the tools, but he wasn’t as injured as he would have been taking the shot head on from the front. There was little doubt the bruise would be absolutely massive, and black. Pike didn’t lie when he said he wasn’t playing around.

“Goddammit…” Kite growled as he felt the ball’s impact followed by the its descent to the ground. ”Plan b then.” He said as he turned and began his charge down the field with the ball. He was kicking harder and running faster, pushing the ball at an incredible pace given the circumstances. This time though, he paid attention. Pike could appear in front of him in the blink of an eye and he had to be ready for that. Whether it be a sudden stop and turn, or a kick in retaliation to defend his control over the ball this round. He wasn’t gonna let him score again so easily. He couldn’t let him score again so easily.

Right on cue Pike appeared from Kite’s right flank, almost in a flicker. ”Tiger stalks its prey!” he chanted with fervor. Then he lifted his right leg, and swung it straight for Kite’s neck! ”Ambush Strike!”

Kite glared at Pike. He’d actually been ready this time. He ducked his head, only narrowly avoiding the quick and powerful kick. ”It’s not gonna be that easy!” he yelled as he maneuvered the ball to the side away from Pike. He was banking on Pike’s attention being fixed on the ball, the target of the game, and launched a kick of his own aimed at Pike’s chest with his left leg. If Pike went for the ball, he’d be walking right into an attack. If he avoided the attack, Kite could take the chance to deliver another kick to the ball and actually score a goal. Of course, there was a chance that things didn’t go his way at all, but he was hoping his on the fly planning was better than that.

As it happened, his way is exactly where things didn’t go. Pike hadn’t focused on the ball at all, but on Kite himself. Yet dodging was not on the pirate’s list of priorities either. As soon as Pike’s right leg went over his target’s head, he spun around in the air and met Kite’s kick his his own left leg, striking the shipwright along the side of the knee. Running and dribbling would be painful from now on.

”YARHARHARHAR! You’ve learned to try crushing your enemy! That’s good!” Off he went in the opposite direction, and a somewhat leisurely pace kicking the ball for the goal. ”But not good enough for a veteran like me, kid!”

Kite bit his lip to avoid crying out in pain at the impact of the larger man’s kick. He turned and chased after him. Dammit… Dammit dammit dammit! He mentally cursed himself as he forced his body to catch up to the man. He needed another plan. Tripping him was out of the question. And the man was clearly not taking him seriously given his lackadaisical attitude. It was possible it would be in vain but he dove feet first, sliding across the ground in an attempt to kick the ball, and Pike’s feet, out from under him. ”I’m not gonna make it that easy for you!”

It was then that something miraculous happened. Through the pain, Kite slid across the floor and knocked the iron ball away from Pike, despite the man being far more healthy and physically able at the time. The former captain turned first mate jumped upward to avoid getting tripped up himself, but it was quite clear from the expression on his face that Pike had utterly failed to expect that Kite might actually make a bold offensive move like that after getting his knee wrecked. If there was a time to turn the tables, that time was now!

Kite grit his teeth, forcing himself back up to his feet. It wasn’t just his knee. His leg was in incredible pain. Still, with adrenaline coursing through him, and determination to get a point of his own, he began dribbling again. Still, this was likely a once in a lifetime moment for this match if he’d learned anything at all. He put all his weight on his injured leg and wound up. Go in! He screamed mentally, as he sucked in a deep breath and swung his leg, the impact with the ball reverberating through his entire body as it sent it hurtling toward the goal. Please! Go in! He thought as he brought his leg back down and began to move forward after it, just in case. He wanted to stop moving, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t an option as of yet.

Kite could plainly see Pike zoom right past him in an effort to catch up to the ball, but it was to no avail. Kite put everything he could into that kick, and the man’s surprise had delayed him just barely long enough. Pike swung his leg up in an effort to knock the ball back, and successfully made contact, scooping it from the air and back into the field… But not before it had clearly past the goal line into his net.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!” cried both of the refs, blowing into their whistles. Atop the stands, Bill narrowed his eyes at Pike smugly.

”Yer doin’ a fantastic job o’demolishin’ everyone,” he commented with a smile. ”Maybe it’s tha smoke in’yer lungs slowin’ ya down? Boomboomboomboomboom!”

Down below Pike growled. ”He’s not worth dropping my cigar. I just underestimated his will.” He turned to look back at Kite, then strolled up the field to take his position. ”But that won’t happen again. Two more goals. I will crush you beneath my heel, kid. Now kick off to me.”

“Greahahaha…” Kite laughed under his breath at the display as he took his time walking back over to his starting position. His blood was pumping, his body was still moving, so that was something. The pain hadn’t dulled, but it’d been overwritten by what could only be described as an adrenaline fueled numb. He stared down at Pike, now finally in position and ran forward, each step on his bad knee sending what felt like jolts of electricity coursing through his body. ”Off to you, mate. He called as he kicked off as was the rule of the game.

”Time to see if your head is as hard as mine!” Pike decreed, intercepting the ball before it even touched the ground. Rather than kick it, he used one of the more flashy, and difficult, maneuvers in football… And considering the ball in questions was made of solid iron, in this case one of the most dangerous. He slammed his forehead directly into it without remotely hesitating, sending the cannonball careening straight back at its source. Well, a few feet higher than where it was originally, straight for Kite’s face.

Kite’s eyes widened. He had taken many blows to the head in his time, but was he up for this. If I move I don’t know how I’ll stop it. He’s likely to get the goal. He thought as the ball came at him. But it was about more than that wasn’t it? The man was still questioning, underestimating, Kite’s resolve. He growled as planted his feet. Fuck off if you think I’m not willing to put everything on the line for my new home. Especially when he’d watched them do the same. Kite tried to steel himself as he move his head forward and forced the ball to collide with his forehead.

Immediately, he felt how powerful Pike must have been to use this ball as if it were a simple plaything. He couldn’t do anything, but stand there until finally it dropped to the ground before him. Blood trickled down from his nose, but he managed to stay standing. ”I told you. I’m not making it easy for you.” He barked. ANy sign of fear that might have been in Kite’s eyes, any nervousness, anything negative was gone as he glared at the larger man. He understood that he might not win this match, but more was on the line for him now than a simple victory. More than the ship. It was about his pride, his worth, and everything that he knew would only get in the way of the crew he’d joined should he continue following them deeper into the Grand Line.

Without another word, despite the now added pain to his growing collection, Kite stepped forward. Part of him wanted to collapse right then and there. But he pushed the ball forward as he took another step, and another, and another, until he was now charging down the field again with the ball, still weary of a possible attack from Pike, watching him like a hawk, though he true focus was as it should have been the goal. The second Pike tried to come at him, he’d kick the ball with as much force as he could muster and send it rocketing towards the goal. Then he’d throw another kick at Pike to try and distract him. It would seem like the same plan as early. Attempt to land an attack to keep the ball, but this time he’d be trying to score a goal and keep Pike from stopping it. But could his body hold up?

Sadly Kite’s plan was never placed into action, as Pike never approached him, which isn’t to say that the large man did not engage in some way. Tiger stripe’s course of action was utterly unpredictable, and borderline impossible to avoid coming from Kite’s blind spot. ”Ground Pounce!” he called out, but Pike did not pounce forward, nor pounce at all. The attack name could only be described as painfully literal. Angling himself and tilting his toes to form a spear shape with his leg once more, Pike stabbed into the floor with great force, piercing the stone. A fissure trailed all along the floor in two separate directions, and the man lifted his foot upward to complete the attack. He had accomplished flipping an entire section of solid stone floor, including where Kite was dribbling the ball forward! It was indeed a “ground pounce” in the most absurd of ways.

The floor tilted up, tossing Kite and the iron ball backward, where he inevitably lost control. Pike flipped backward, slamming his foot hard into the ball and sending it rocketing back into his target goal for his second point of the match.

“GOOOOOOOOAL! The score is now 2-1 in favor of first mate Pike!”

Pike blew more smoke down at Kite, then turned to retrieve the ball from his net. ”You’ve had a good run, kid, but you’re not at your best. Even if you were, this match wouldn’t go any different. Hell, it might have gone worse for you. I wouldn’t have held back and crushed you that much faster. Yarharhar.”

Dammit! This guy’s barely even been trying and I’m like breaking apart here. He thought as he mentally kicked himself. He wanted to be of use to the team, but he just wasn’t strong enough. It was clear to him, and if his state of being was clear to Pike, it was likely clear to others as well. Maybe he should have sat this one out, but when else would he have competed? Even so, he moved back into position. He wasn’t about to give up. Even if he didn’t have a shot in hell, he was giving it his all to try and win. ”Just kick off. I can still move. So, I can still compete.” He said simply, though he was clearly he was just barely holding it together.

”Hm. Impressive will. I respect that, even if you are pirate scum. So take this! My Striped Drill Kick!” The large man gave the cannonball one last kickoff, but it was clear this was no normal kick. Pike spun in the air as he extended his foot out, slamming into the thing like a drill. The impact sent it shooting forward with force equal to his last great kick, but the added piercing ability of a spinning shot. Thankfully it wasn’t heading straight for Kite’s face this time. He still had a chance to be useful, to take this man down a peg!

Kite watched on as the ball came flying down the field at him. It was like staring down the barrel of a gun. Everything felt slow. He could feel the air against his skin, particles from the sea air traveling to surround them. He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t have a vast amount of experience, but he still had things to draw on. He thought about it all. The biggest threat in the cannonball right now, was it’s spin. How could he stop it? No, he couldn’t. He could maybe slow it. Or redirect it. He grinned. He didn’t want to go down without a fight.

Kite took another deep breath. He could feel his lungs expanding and deflating. He could feel the blood move through his veins. He waited until the ball was close enough. He moved himself in front of it. It was lined up with his chest. He turned as he felt it make impact. It took everything he had not to scream in pain. At the very least he’d have fractured a rib, or a few. Maybe even broken. He turned his body to direct the ball and lessen the blow. He lifted his leg as it passed his body and brought up his knee. It was already injured, but he knew it was a risk going in. The ball struck and he could feel that he wouldn’t be walking on this leg for a bit. It rolled along. It had lost momentum, but it was still moving. And now, he was redirecting it. As it rolled down towards his foot he kicked forward, sending it flying back at Pike. He wasn’t sure where it would hit, or if it would hit at all, but if this worked, the big man wouldn’t walk away unscathed, even if that meant Kite wouldn’t be able to compete anymore.

Meanwhile, Pike had already considered his victory a done deal; the tiger striped, cigar chopper had already turned round and was strutting off of the field. So when the cannonball struck him in the back of his left knee, to say the injury was unexpected would be an understatement. ”GAH!” Of course, it was nowhere near as bad as the injuries Kite had already taken. Pike’s leg muscles tensed up by reflex, gripping the ball right where it had struck him. He gave pause for a moment, breathing harshly to vent his fury. ”That. Is. THE LAST TIME I UNDERESTIMATE YOU STINKIN’, DIRTY, PIRATES! I’LL SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL! REVERSE CLAW SHOOOOOOOOT!”

Pike swung around backwards, flinging the iron ball from his leg like a catapult. He didn’t aim at Kite, there was no time to do so: he had merely flung it right back in the direction of the net. ”Tell the devil that Captain Pikes says, ‘I’m comin’ for ya too!’”

“GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! With three points, first-mate Pike wins!”

Pike rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, then aggressively shrugged. ”Get my next challenger down here. I’ll send you all to Hell.”

Kite chuckled under his breath at the reaction from the larger man. That’s all I’ve got. He thought to himself, believing he’d said it outloud for a second, before realized that his lips hadn’t moved. The ball flew passed him. He watched it from the ground. It was over. He couldn’t really walk himself off the field though. He looked back up at Captain Boone, then at the other members of the crew. He really wasn’t going anywhere without a little help. He attempt to ask for it, but it seemed that given the possible mess up ribs, and the other injuries he’d sustained it was taking a lot to even stay awake. Still, he hadn’t given up. And Pike hadn’t crushed him completely. That was enough for him. At least at that moment.

Tokyo Ghoul: Kosei

So, obviously... I've been very slow. Very, very, slow, But I've finally gotten most of this very basic character on paper. She could probably be better, but it's more than I had before. Currently accepting any ways to fix her up some.

My character

*staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare*
“.........”

Unbandaged

If she ever gets herself fixed up and actually taken care of that is.

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Name

Takahashi Aoi

Gender

Female

Age

9

Personality

Aoi is something of an oddity. She seems to like many of the things one would expect of a girl her age, but can also be something of a cynic. She rarely speaks, and when she does it is broken as she has never received formal, or continued, education during her time with the CCG. While she can give off multiple facial expressions, it’d be rare for anyone to find her without a blank expression under the bandages. Even so, if given the opportunity, she would have a room full of stuffed animals, although their level of cuteness would be up to her to decide. Not many would probably agree on what is cute either as she doesn’t seem to have much consistency in this area regardless.

Apart from that, Aoi surprisingly likes to eat. This is likely because she hardly ever is given any form of proper nourishment by the CCG, and hasn’t since her capture. Thus, when she does get the chance to actually eat, she can get a little out of control. Even so, she does remarkably well keeping herself contained in public or around CCG agents, no matter how hungry she may be. This is likely due to fear of being hurt or killed should she go too far.

Aoi is strange, but she is kind, and can be quite loving. One of the things she picked up from her parents was a sense of justice and empathy towards others even if she knows she might not always get the same. Still, she tries her best to be better than the monster she is made out to be. Especially, since her sniffing out other ghouls has put something of a target on her back. Even if she were to escape, she wouldn’t be very likely to have a happy life.

Background

Takahashi Aoi was born to a ghoul father and human mother, who had fallen in love. Though she doesn’t particularly know or understand the details behind their tragic romance, she knows that she had something of a happy life before the raid. She was homeschooled by her mother who had worked as a teacher’s assistant prior to falling in love. Her education was going quite smoothly, albeit a bit slow, but she was always smiling. While Aoi was with her mother, her father spent his days doing odd jobs and working to help support his family and other wayward ghouls. He was kind and would have done anything to help anyone he could. The same was true for his daughter whom he always made time for when he got home.

Even so, one night, when Aoi was 4 years old she was awoken by the sound of banging on the door and footsteps. Her father was out on one of his night jobs and she was sleeping with her mother. Then, gunfire. Her father had come home and started a battle with CCG agents who’d come because of potential ghoul activity in the neighborhood. It was her and him. The battle had started immediately as the CCG broke in. He mowed down many of them, but he was badly injured. Her mother was dead. She’d picked her up and tried to protect her, tried to run, but with a hail of bullets and an onslaught of attacks her mother couldn’t escape anymore than she could.

She doesn’t remember much more from that night. Blood, fire, screaming… So much screaming. Everything was hazy. Her father was gone, presumed dead. She, however, was not killed. Though many agents planned to do so, one in particular brought her in. She could be useful.

That was how her life of under a microscope began. Testing, poking, prodding, everything that could be done to test the limits of a ghoul was done. She could almost always heal, but she would immediately be hurt again. That’s why so much of her time has been, and is, spent in her bandages. Even so, where, when and how she will die… She doesn’t know. She’s just going one day at a time. They can’t all be painful after all.

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CCG Title

Bloodhound

CCG Rating

B Rated

Mask

Aoi has no formal mask (for now at least) as she never got the “luxury” of having one created. Even so, bandages from years of poking, prodding, and experimentation by the CCG have taken the place of a typical ghoul mask.

RC Type

Rinkaku

Kagune

Aoi’s Kagune typically manifests in the form of four tendril-like appendages which she has an incredible degree of control over. They are sickly shade of neon green with purple accents streaking through them from the base of the tendrils all the way to the ends which are coated in purple. She can change the shape and size of these tentacles, even showing the capability to seemingly combine them into fewer, or even one, or splitting them into more. The upper limit she has shown during testing was 8, double the usual four.

Apart from that, while she does exhibit incredible control over the tentacles, she typically keeps the ends of them molded into the shapes of beastly mouths. These fangs jaws can bite, tear and grip quite powerfully, but on average seem to move as though they have a mind of their own. It is sometimes questioned whether or not she actually has control of the kagune. Regardless, it is of little worry to the CCG as her kagune is fairly weak compared to its estimated potential due to her diet of human food, or none at all. She doesn’t often get the proper nutrients. This leaves her abilities all fairly frail and lower compared to what she should be capable of.

Notable Characteristics

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KHR: The Mafia War [Jakeozzy|Demon Shinobi]

When Mamoru was finally given the okay to turn around he narrowed his eyes at her. His furrowed brow was enough to express his annoyance at her casual joke about what had just happened. Was it embarrassing? Yes. But more than that, more than anything once he thought about it more critically, it was infuriating. "Is that all you have to say?" He asked, annoyance evident in his tone. The young man was always making sure to stay on top of his game, always trying to better himself as a future mafia boss. The Vongola, and even his own Simon, Famiglia was an amazing organization, ever since it'd changed from a criminal group to something more a vigilante organization. Did they still break the law? Yes, but there was a code, a sense of honor and chivalry.

"What would have happened if you were actually attacked?" He raised his voice, though he didn't mean to. "The mafia world may have changed over the years, but we could still be attacked and killed at any time! And what's with that weak performance you gave during the fight? Can't you control the Dying Will Mode at all?!" He turned away from her and punched the wall.

Mamoru took a deep breath. He sighed once he'd calmed his nerves and turned back towards her "We promised that we'd get strong to protect our families and each other. You need to take this seriously. You should always be ready in case a fight breaks out. You should always be prepared to defend yourself and anyone else you might be with. Otherwise, what's the point of you have those rings? What's the point of me putting my all in it, if you aren't gonna be doing the same? Why even bother?" He asked this time stopping, almost as if he were waiting for an answer, though he wasn't actually expecting one. What could she offer right now that wouldn't be seen as an excuse? He wasn't sure, but whatever she had to say, whatever it was that she wan't it, he wasn't looking forward to it. Still, this needed to be said.

S: TCD [cancelled]

Reserving this here spot.

You Can Become a Hero!

K a z u o

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> > > Mizushima Household, Sapporo (Japan) < < <
April 7th ~~ Kazuo's Kitchen

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"Well it's about time I get going," Kazuo said with a calm smile as he rose from the kitchen table. He'd just finished the huge spread of a breakfast his mother had made him and was ready for orientation and his first day at Ishin Academy.

"Are you sure? Your father was going to stop by to see you off before work," His mother, Akane, spoke softly as he brought his plate to the sink. She'd never quite gotten on board with his father's way of thinking. She believed that he was too strict and harsh. If that wasn’t bad enough he was generally unsupportive of the choices his children, or even she, made.

"Yeah, he sent me a message earlier. He was called in early." Kazuo replied simply. In all due honesty, he had the feeling that even if his dad had come, things would not have gone as well as Akane might have hoped. He turned back to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Besides, it's not like he's ecstatic about me going into the hero course anyway." The young man continued on to the front of the house where he knelt down to slip his shoes on.

"Okay, well, at the very least call Natsumi later. She wants to talk to you."

Kazuo couldn't help, but laugh at this. "Really?" It wasn't like he didn't understand the sentiment or her excitement that he was also pressing onward into the world of heroics. But he couldn't help but wonder what else his sister could possibly have to say that she hadn't conveyed in any of her 143 messages. "Okay," he chuckled a bit more. "I'll do it at lunch or something." He finally said after a soft slap to the back of his head by his doting mother. And so, without another word he was on his way to the beginning of his journey as a hero-in-training.

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> > > Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) < < <
April 7th ~~ School Grounds

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Kazuo sighed as he approached Ishin Academy, pushing open the doors to the building in order to make his way toward the auditorium of this seemingly prestigious school. In truth, he was a bit nervous about his starting here, even if it didn’t show. He hadn’t heard anything in particular, but he was pretty sure nobody he knew in any notable form would be joining him at the school. Still, this could be more liberating than he gave credit. Here he wasn't anything more than another face in the crowd. Still, if he wanted to make a mark and really continue to seriously pursue his dream, he’d need to do something. He had to make himself stand out as he was sure so many other heroes once had to do when they were in his position. The young man was prepared for whatever this place might throw at him, though he had something of an idea of what might be coming his way considering the old man had pushed so hard for him to come to this school if he wasn't going to become a police officer.

”I don’t know what he’s planning, but one thing’s for sure,” the young man spoke to nobody as he navigated his way to the auditorium, ”I’m not gonna let anything get in my way.” He smirked pounding his right fist into the open palm of his left hand.

Luckily, he was alone for this brief bit of psyching himself up. Thus, there was nothing left for him to do. He was at the auditorium. People were already there. So, that was something. Although it was already clear that some were already having full blown conversations. He wasn’t planning on busting in just yet. Besides, it’d been a long day, even if the day has just begun, and he wanted to see how things might be and what they would be like. His ears perked up here and there at varying voices, though he made no outward expression of interest.

“Looks like this is gonna be more interesting than I thought.” He said to nobody in particular as he made his way to an empty seat. As he sat down he reached into the pocket of the jersey of his school uniform and pulled out a jawbreaker. He squeezed the empty part of the wrapped and used a bit of his strength to pop it open via the air trapped inside. It flew up a few feet as he took the seat and leaned back, throwing his feet up on the empty chair in front of him. The jawbreaker came down landing in his mouth almost perfectly, he’d had to move his head a bit to the side to actually catch it, once he was in a more relaxed position.

”Hope this thing starts soon.” He mumbled as he moved the candy from one side of his mouth to the other, pulling out his phone to scroll through some of his sister’s messages. How did her head never explode from the sheer carnage that was her train of thought? He laughed a bit to himself.