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The moment of innocent children being catapulted into a hazardous environment of mutated abominations of nature! LET THE BLOODSHED COMMENCE INA CHILD-FRIENDLY MANNER!

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I'm fine with it since the conversation seems to have died down to "Initiation..."

Dragon Ball ~ The 13th Angel

<Snipped quote by IceHeart>

Oh for sure, it's a slow attack after all. One would have to be weakling to be hit by it. It's just novelty.

@NacNak

I always just assumed that the candy beam was as effective as it was in games, where it was really just a temporary stun when it came to victims that weren't just random weaklings.

The Great Utopia, Most Oppressive of Cities! A rebellion RP. Still open!

@BrokenWashing Well, considering this RP takes place IN England...

Dragon Ball ~ The 13th Angel

Dashade of Universe 6

Dashade (Icicle)

"Apologies for the rude interruption, but those are my men you are intent on harming, something which I can not allow"

_Name

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Formerly Icicle, changed to Dashade

_Age

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30

_Gender

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Male

_Appearance

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He’s tall for a Changeling, which is still small for other races, sharing his mother’s dark green color scheme. One feature he holds dear is that one of his black horns is broken in half, an old injury, an old failure.

_Race

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Arcosian/Changling/Ice-Bastards

_{Universe of Origin}

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Universe 6

_Personality

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Dashade is usually a calm, polite and collected individual. Carrying himself as an honorable fighter who tries not to do anything without a good reason (Even if sometimes he does completely go against this), as he wishes to restore the name of his clan away from it's foolish roots, he becomes panicked whenever he feels embarrassed. He'll try to use any word that sounds smart, even if he doesn't know what it means, to look better. In a way, he has a bit of an inferiority complex. Overall he values the attribute of loyalty, loyalty to his cause, his people and his blood. He has seen evils, he has committed deeds that would make him question everything, but when you live under propaganda, you tend to find justifications an easy aspect collect.

_Bio

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Icicle is an oddball in light of his people’s reputations, growing up much like any with a perceived noble blood backing them would grow, as an egotistical brat. You're led to believe that every other species exists below your own and you take it in stride and if you're lucky you'll be able to keep with this notion, otherwise it will end up knocking you off your pedestal and into the mud, lower than you ever thought. As a young boy, Icicle's ego and loose tongue brought him to his knees before his family, a word spoken out of turn left him hospitalized and shamed. Whatever family he had were family no more. He was disowned, stripped of his name and sent off to serve in the military where at least a disappointment like him could make a good meat shield.

The greater years of his life, where at his lowest point he was given the shameful name 'Dashade', were spent under the boot heel of his superiors. At first, it was his personal hell, but soon it grew on him. He had been so lost before, so abandoned by purpose, yet rising through the ranks, fight side-by-side with other grunts, he found value in discipline, companionship, loyalty and blind, blind devotion. Icicle was a noble mistake, but Dashade was a loyal soldier. His duty was his mistress and his superiors were his Gods, who he worshiped through his undying loyalty. He would make up for his past failures by pledging his soul to his people.

Too bad for him that a series of mistakes lead to him once more being considered a traitor, cut down by those he once stood beside for his mistake and left for dead. It was only thanks to the timely arrival of an Angel, one who saw potential in him, that he wasn't slumming it in the other world. Such an act can bring birth to some usefuly blind loyalty.

_{Preferred Fighting Style (Melee/Ki Blasts/Balanced/Magic)}

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Dashade very much likes to be adaptable for the situation, hoping to balance out his skill set to make good use of his meele capabilities, setting opponents up for a devistating ki blast using his tail and feet to throw, trip and disorientate his opponents.

_{Signature Combat Techniques}

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Milky Cannon: Stole- Inspired by a fighter very much like Universe 7's Ginyu, this is a Ki Blast that is charged up and detonated at the users will, allowing Dashade to either use it as a quick offensive get away, or a hidden attack to catch his opponent from behind. No soldier should leave base without a few energy mines.

Burning Blood: Channeling his Ki around him, Dashade is able to coat him self in his Ki for a limited time, where he is able to charge into his opponent and attempt to slam into them as much as possible before he runs dry.

Cerulean Cannon: A risky, but powerful attack that requires time to charge. By channeling electricity through one's own body, Dashade can transfer the currents into energy to explode out of one hand, letting loose a devastating blast that will leave the user quite drained. The risk of manipulating such things in your body is high, if done wrong or simply using too much power, the move can end up backfiring on the user and even incapacitating them for a time. When Dashade first used this move he ended up with a dead arm for over a week.

_{Approximate Combat Strength}

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Mid Namek Saga Vegeta

_{Aura Color}

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Green

Dragon Ball ~ The 13th Angel

@DrTwit Hmm well I noticed you spelled [devastating] devastating but aside from the minor grammatical nitpick I don't see anything holding the character from making the jump to the character tab. Accepted.

@IceHeart

I install Grammarly and this shit still happens... :D
But, I'm happy to be aboard!

The Great Utopia, Most Oppressive of Cities! A rebellion RP. Still open!

Sandra Claire

Name:

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Sandra Claire

Age:

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25

Sex:

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Female last time she checked.

Height:

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5'1

Build:

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A slim, but brutish looking woman with clear growing muscles in her torso region.

Style:

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As a person, she takes great pride in looking young and hip; that's what people call it right? A bright blue sweatband nestled over a short mop of red hair, because sweatbands are cool, especially when coupled with a stuffy fading-green jacket pulled over a black sleeveless top (The bar didn't have much of a dress code) and a bow tie; and of course, the most stylish of all, some weird mishmash of a blue skirt and shorts. She was truly the coolest gal in town. THough sometimes, she would be told to get into traditional bartender garb for the more special days.

Hair, face, markings:

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Nobody really noticed her green eyes, no matter how much she tried to make them stand out, they were usually more interested in the three deep claw marks that streaked across her nose, which she owed to a tale of the great beast she wrestled with in the wild. She always left out that the great beast was a cat.

Concept:

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A cleanly, hot-headed bar lady from Brooklyn who would be very tempted to out the resistance to the government or shoot off a few rounds with a gun if someone dares disrespect her workplace. She fights to keep it clean, damn it!

Disposition:

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Sandra is a person who's accepted the fact that her days are numbered, lucky to even make it to fifty. So, she intends to treat her days like one last glorious mile in a race (To make up for sucking at foot races back in the day), putting her skills to what she deems as good use and to their limit. She remains outgoing and curious, spending her time expanding her knowledge on the whirl of machines and dreaming of how many better ways her life could have turned out better. Race car driver? Mad scientist? Evil Lawyer? Those made money with style. Though with this also comes her nastier side, holding a short temper and a need for attention, desperate to make sure she doesn't look or feel old. As well as being fully prepared to get up and fight anyone who dares disrespect her work or track mud onto the floor she just half-assed cleaning!

Fears:

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Let's just say she's not a swimmer and that she's not fond of short people, squirrels or fish.

Morals:

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In a way, she has both a strong backbone, but a lack of moral restraint. She has your usual set of right and wrongs, but at times, if scared of bodily harm, she might be fully willing to throw some stranger under the bus depnding on how close she is to them.

History:

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Yuh know how life goes, pushed out kickin' and screamin' wit' nuttin' mawh than tears protectin' yuh from de cold. See, I grew up in what many people like tuh refuh tuh as a shit hole, not a coin tuh my name, just de bruises fawh how many people I've had tuh bend ovuh backwards fawh. De old man was a mechanic wit' his head always in de smoke of a newly lit cigarette, momma was a predatawh in de less than savawhy business who hardly kept herself cooped up indoawhs; she brought in de food, he sharped huh claws, I accidentally lit de rug on fire... Twice. Life was hard. Ya' dig? De old lady was sick of it and left wit' every coin she could fit in huh pocket, I din't mind though, she nevuh got me dat bunny fawh my birthday. De old man, howevuh... It hit him pretty hard. In shawht: life got harduh and I saw an oppawhtunity. Yuh got me so fahr? A necklace, a beautiful necklace, doomed tuh rot away in a sealed tomb. Ya' dig? Now, I ain't sayin' dat what I did was all dat nice fawh de family of de dead guy, but I coun't let somethin' so valuable stay unner de dirt.

As yuh can imagine, people doan take too kindly tuh dirty little grave robbers, seemed like karma had de same idea. From den on, caught wit' my hand in de dusty cookie jar, my life went down de drain. Oppawhtunities lost, family disappointed, a few nights in jail every week, all endin' in me flat on my ass outside of de last job dat rejected me in some foreign country. Homeless, jobless and too ashamed tuh go face de only shred of family I had left. I had left cocksure wit' a promise tuh pay off debts fawh him, but now? I coun't face him. Somewhere down de line, I found myself wit' de best deal I'd evuh get in dis shit hole, a place tuh stay wit' enough room tuh stretch my legs and food on de table; all fawh de price of playin' bartenduh fawh some Scottish bastard and lookin' de othuh way tuh any shady goings on.

So, bottoms up, assholes.

Sample Post:

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Hider

Some people enjoy life more as a simple thing. You're born, you grow up, you fuck up, you live a little and then you get swept up in Death's great poker game so that those poker playing dogs can piss on your grave. But, Sandra had come to learn that a lot of people liked life like they liked their alcohol. Maybe some like themselves a Hangman's Blood, refreshing and easy to manage, but quick on way down. Others had the knack for a Tom and Jerry, hitting them hard and slow with a scolding taste. And some just wanted that bitter taste from a Salty Dog.

That was one thing Sandra could always admit she enjoyed as part of her desperate labor, the experience, and the people. Watching them stumble through the door lost, looking down at the mess they've made of their life and asking for it back, giving her the responsibility of their soul as that angry Brooklyn born witch worked her magic and mixe all the memories, passion, anger, regret and spit into one cup. And in that cup, there's release, a temporary safe haven from the shitty weather, a warm hand to caress your cheek and remind you of the good times. A demon, an Angel and a lost child all in one stained glass.

Sandra was never much of a drinker, never could find the cup that hit the spot just right and gave her something back. At this point in time, she was a dry, bland milk drinker. Little texture, foggy waters and nothing to see yet, not until she added something; but what? She didn't know. But it would be a hell of a time finding out. "Alright, which one of you shit heads ordered a Suck, Bang and Blow?"

Skills:

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Mechanic - 3
Culinary Arts - 1
Driving - 2

Stats:

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Reflexes - 0
Speed - 1
Strength - 0
Endurance - 1
Perception - 1
Will - 1

Resources:

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She would see herself cruising around in a badass Harley, but she's now just stuck borrowing whatever transport her new boss has or getting the bus. She tends the bar in exchange for renting out the upstairs room, meaning the only real pay she gets is through tips as she's too prideful to try and broach the subject of a raise with her boss.

Connections:

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Works under Tavish Baird at "Baird's", which by extension connects her to any resistance members as the bar is a common meeting spot when the main resistance base isn't being used.

Theme Song:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHrFEnL9CfM

Misc. Info:

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Sandra inherited her father's love of smoke, finding plenty of stress relief in the comfort of tar wrapped up in white. Tying into this, she found that her favoraite food was smokes barbecue ribs, enjoying such meals beside a broken down car engine she could fix up as a hobby. And of course, whne it comes to drinks, she's a heavy and endurant one. With a liver of steel, she only goes for the real shit, the strong stuff. Cold, hard, milk!

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Interacting:@AdmrlStalfos19@AGenericUser@Ithradine@Agent 47

Mentioning:@Shadow Daedalus

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"Gewah!" Aeschel jumped at the sudden appearance of Xinyue, he had his notebook in his face, so her appearance took him by surprise. "Oh, it's you. I swear, you're a teleporter or something" After a moment of thought, he found the suggestion a bit laughable considering his own semblance. Though, that did bring up the wonder of what everyone else's aura offered his companions here. Semblance is believed by many to be connected to one's personality. Cinna seemed a rather lively person so far, perhaps she expended energy of sorts? Maybe some sort of charger? Oh great, now he was getting the image of her being some sort of human phone charger; he did not admire the person who got that super power. As he thought through all this, he flipped back through his notes, noting down possible powers for his current company to have. Cinna's had 'Battery Charger? Deflection? Mad Hops? Pain Absorption?'. With the vibe he was getting from Xinyue, he noted down 'Puppet Master? Exorcism/Possession? Aura Drain? Teeth-related'.

The other two were ones he didn't know much about, so he couldn't make any guesses, though with how they greeted each other he was starting to think his "they're related" theory was dead. The cyborg seemed to be the broody, stand-offish 'leave me alone because I am so cool' type of guy, so Aeschel would put his money on some sort of shield. Emotional, physical, mental or otherwise. "I'm sorry for disappearing earlier, but I was practically dragged away. I never got your name, miss" Aeschel nodded apologetically up at the faunus. At Aqua's question, Aeschel gave a skeptical look. "Her height isn't that strange. Uncommon, yes, but nothing mysterious or confusing. Some people are just tall"

He took another look at all the people surrounding him, finding his brows furrowing in thought and putting his note writing on pause. In such a short time he had already bumped into a multitude of strange people, with much more probably to come considering the types Beacon attracts, all trained warriors ready to complete the final four stages needed to prove that they're ready to become Huntsmen. Would these people before him become his teammates? Would he get the opportunity to see any of them again? Or would he quickly fade from their minds as soon as their teammates weigh on the brain?

Cinna had been nice to him, welcoming and certainly had an outgoing presence, just by looking at her he felt that she'd certainly make a good teammate.

Xinyue, while not the most social seeming person (Which, when he thought about it, was good for him), certainly made herself stand out as a presence, someone to fear and trust when it came to skills. Then again, that could just be the natural feel you get from a tiger faunus.

The cyborg, while completely awesome and inspiring to Aeschel's mind, didn't seem like someone he'd get along with. Someone who'd very quickly find themselves annoyed with Aeschel's antics, or maybe even quickly acknowledge and doubt Aeschel's abilities. Of course the guy I find the coolest is also the guy who probably wouldn't like me

"I hope you guys do well in the initiation process"

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I'm in, I'm jsut waiting for others to post considering my last one was interacting with others.

The Great Utopia, Most Oppressive of Cities --- Casual "Fuck the System" roleplay. High Energy Parkour and/or chases!

@BrokenWashing Considering the inclusion of stats, Discord can be of help in any calculations made. It also, in general, provides a more direct messaging method for OOC.