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Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Jin Saito

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The Crystal Shores, The Isabella Isle.

Ah. The beach. The cheery sun above everyone's head, the warm sand between the toes, the spray of the ocean on the skin of the young, innocent public. Jin's time on the beach couldn't have been greater. Getting a tan, watching the waves, sneaking a peek at the occasional sunbathing babe. The only way he could be more at ease was if he was getting a massage for this headache he was getting right now. Jin looked over his towel, all spread out on the sand and found his phone among his backpack and flip-flops. It was only a second for him to pick it up, flip through it and pick out a phone number to dial. A massage sounded nice, and his parents wouldn't mind anyway. 'Family money' and all. It only took a second for him to hear the familiar voice on the other end. "Welcome to Calm Sands Remedial Massage Clinic. My name is Naomi, how can I help you?"

"Hey Naomi, its Jin." The voice on the other end was calm, lilting. Like a woman made of silk was on the other end. "Good afternoon, Mr. Saito. Glad to hear from you again." He almost chuckled into the receiver, still so professional after this many appointments. "Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to get the usual. Head and neck, maybe around... 6ish?" He spoke with tone of ease, but also that of slight strain. If not for his sunglasses, the sun might have been burning his non-present retinas out of his skull. Or at least he felt so. Naomi on the other end sighed, "Sir, I'm afraid that we do not facilitate same-day arrangements. At least a day's notice is required." Her tones were measured, but by now Jin knew when she was frustrated. Years of association would do that to a pair of people.

"Come onnnnn, Nohms!" The nickname made her proverbial fur really bristle, but it was what he had called her when he wanted something. "I've got an anchor in my brain and you're like, the ONLY one that knows my spots! Come on. Pleaaaaaaase?" Naomi's distress on the other side was palpable as she lowered her voice to a hush and replied. "You really have to stop doing this, J. I've told you, make an appointment like... a day before, even. I'm not a callgirl!" Jin's hand was already rubbing at his eyes, half-chuckling and half-grimacing. He groaned ineffectually for a moment, sounding like a child who missed their nap. "I never said are! Come on, just do me this favor? I'll pay extra. Double, even."

The line held silent for a moment, before Naomi uttered that familiar grumble of defeat.

"Sorry what was that, Nohms?" He almost laughed through his teeth. She hissed at him and sounded to almost drop the phone. "Okay, fine. Christ, you know I hate when you do this." Jin was picking at one of his toenails as she spoke, mostly not registering the same lecture he got every time they repeated this dance. "Yeah totally, big apologies and all. When do you want me to swing by?" She was silent for a while, as Jin eyed up a pair of blondes treading their way across the sand, waves breaking over their toes. One was tall and slender, with a crazy blue pair of eyes. The other was shorter, but her muscles stood out like an action figure's molded plastic. Crazy. Naomi's voice snapped his attention back, "Did you hear a damn word I said, J?"

"Huh, I... No. I missed it. Dude, these two blondes just walked by. Fuckin'... was tight." Her sigh was more audibly distressed this time before she spoke again, still in that harsh whisper. "I get off work at 7, so meet me outside work. You can wizard me home or whatever that weird shit you do is, so I don't have to walk home in the dark again."

"Oh, yeah for sure, for sure. Pick you up at 7 then, bro." She scoffed, almost laughing before she spat back at him. "Don't call me that. I've told you before. So many t-" She stopped before she reached yelling volume and grumbled. "Ugh, nevermind. Just be here at 7, okay?" Her voice sounded remorseful for a moment, but this didn't seem to register with him.

"Okay thanks Nohms, bye!" He swiped across the screen again, looking to his social media app.

Fiends raiding, Fiends wrecking, Fiends, Fiends, Fiends breaking the U.S. He kept scrolling and scrolling until he- oh damn. That is great. Something going on down at Knightdale Rows? The words 'free refreshments' and 'live band' had him gathering his stuff already. It was an easy thing for him to just head over to the Rows, but considering his head, he would just walk. A hassle, but any more head pain and he probably would end up crying into his mojito by the end of the day. Its happened before. Not a pretty sight. Towel beneath his arm, gear in his backpack and he was ready to move. To walk off the beach with no shirt, board shorts, flip-flops, a flat-visored cap and his aviators.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Meanwhile you've got this dolphin-lookin' bitch makin' a ruckus in the middle of the desert.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

ALATOR

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Alator stuck her staff into the sand, taking a moment to adjust her bearskin cloak as she watched the small bird in flight and looked over the dunes in the light of the moon. So quiet. So serene. But so cold. 'Such a variation in temperature during day and night,' Alator mused to herself, picking up the staff once again; her very own walking stick and self defense implement, its construction made up of wood as most staves are, and iron to add to its durability. The top was adorned with an ornamental design, intended to hold a gem. The top was styled to look similar to a cage, flat bands of iron arranged in a cylinder to encase the smoke white, translucent gem within.

Alator stopped admiring her staff for a moment and looked back up at the bird that was tumbling in the wind. She couldn't help but smile as she saw the poor thing drop in altitude only to flap its way back up again and again. A slight cruel, but there was a lesson to be learned, and that was the essence of the matter. She laughed all the same at his frantic flapping and irate, irritated tweeting.

"Come now, dear. Even when birds are young they learn to either fly or fall. Up, up! Mmhmhmhehehe." She uttered that same pleased giggle as the bird tumbled in midair and fell.

"Ohhhh, no..." She looked down at the bird, blank eyes following the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Her smile was small and tired as she opened her book and began to flip the pages. The spell she was looking for was a bit more advanced, but it would do the trick. With a slam of her staff in the sand and the clap of her book shutting, a wave of force emitted from her feet and made a small indentation in the sand, like a crater. The air lit up and wavered for a moment before her eyes shone with white light. There was a sound of a loud popping and then the whole spectacle was over. Dispel Magic. A useful spell, but not the easiest. In the place of the bird sat a sweating, naked male. The same Warlock from earlier, minus his robes and weapons. She picked up her staff, gripped her book and in one quick movement, smacked the poor fool in his jaw. A tooth fell to the sand as she secured it back in its strap on her belt.

"Run home, little man. Pray you do not find yourself in my presence before morning. We reptiles get quite..." She leaned in as he covered his indecency, letting the light of the moon shine off of her fangs and eyes, "Ravenous. Yes, quite hungry during the dark times." She giggled once more as he stared on in confusion. She could only roll her eyes, though you wouldn't notice, and huff as her coy threat went over his head. He seemed to understand perfectly when she hissed at him and shook her tail, taking to his feet and running in the direction they came from.

She sighed as she looked around over dune and through dusk. That spell would have made a fair amount of noise and even more light. Someone might have seen it.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Jin Saito

Basic Information

Name:

Jin Saito.

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Slick.

Gender:

Dude.

Age:

22.

Height:

5'10".

Weight:

165 lbs or 75kg.

Home District:

The Crystal Shores.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black.

Eye Color:

Brown.

Ethnicity:

Asian (Japanese-Amercian).

Physical Appearance:

Jin is rather average for a young man in his 20s. Average height, average weight. His build is rather athletic, lean and muscular much like an acrobat. His hair is black, but shaven bald. He has a rather attractive face with his squarish jaw, evenly spread facial features, his happy resting face and olive skin. His eyes lack irises, but this doesn't affect his eyesight, and the veins along his scalp and neck are dark and tenebrous.

Attire:

In a casual setting, He usually wears dark, comfortable clothing but isn't opposed to dressing up, owing to his life in the lap of luxury. Most times he can be seen wearing a wide variety of tight-fitting jeans, name-brand t-shirts, expensive shoes and his signature black double-buttoned slim jacket. He tends to lean toward wearing beanies and baseball caps to hide the dark veins upon his head and neck, as well as aviator shades to hide the whiteness of his eyes.

When in situations that ask for a little more of that special je ne sais quoi, Jin is more than content in dressing in black surplus combat fatigues, and tough leather boots. His knees, shins and elbows are strapped with tactical pads, also procured from a surplus depot. Upon his chest, stomach and back he wears a military-issue IOTV (Improved Outer Tactical Vest). This was also procured from a surplus store at an exorbitant price. To cover his face, he wears an carbon-fiber AirSoft mask.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Jin is a downright punk. A snob. He'll take what he wants if he can't buy it first. He's the type of guy that thinks that money doesn't buy happiness, but that money IS happiness. Years of living with rich parents and getting what he wants haven't exactly left him as a spoiled child, more like an emotionally undeveloped man-child. He enjoys the same things that a child would. Confections, fast food, video-games, cartoons, wrestling. All things that the average adult could indulge in, with none of the restraint or responsibility. He tends to speak his mind about whatever is on it, and his opinionated views can sometimes land him in deep trouble.

Skills/Talents:

Besides being an indulgent brat, he doesn't have many skills. He can drive a car pretty well, owing to his idolizing of Asian people in racing media. He also took a boxing class once, but quit halfway for reasons he refuses to disclose.

History/Bio:

Jin has lived most of his life in the fast lane, the easy life. After being born in the U.S, he spent 5 years of his life in happy ignorance before his father's occupation necessitated a move to Japan. There he stayed until he reached the age of 12, going to school and living the life of a rich kid before his another of his father's promotions lead to the family's move to the United States once more. Minato, a hard-working man, was made head of a new branch of the company that focused on the sales of hand sanitizer and cleaning products. This meant a lot of money, and a lot of money meant a lot of toys and a lot of friends. Jin's life has been rather uneventful, even with the discovery of his powers. His mother and father told him that there would be changes. First puberty, and then this. No big deal.

The most exciting portion of his life began when he got into the senior year of high-school. His friends began to dip into the less amicable aspects of urban life. Influenced by gangster culture and rap music, just like all those specialists said, they began to put together little street operations. Jin has seen his fair share of police station interrogation rooms because of that, and he isn't overly phased. He spend the majority of his time not at school trying to start up his own operation on the streets. So far he has been met with nothing but lawyer fees and lectures from his parents on upholding the family's name. But this time, he's applying himself fully. He'll make it.

Relationships

Family:

Saito, Minato (Father) - Other: Intangibility
Saito, Aoi (Mother) - Elemental, Energy: Electrokinesis

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Other.

Power:
Einstein-Rosen Bridging

Jin is able to mentally project an energy which has similar effects to that of a wormhole, of which the shape and size are variable. He is unable to transport anything bigger than, say, a standard sedan. Portals can be thrown up to 20m distance as well as invert the orientation which those entering, exit. Going in walking could have you coming out upside-down. Jin is not immune to these orientation changes, just aware of them.

Limits:

Jin needs to have a clear line of sight, or a clear memory of the locations being linked by the portals that he makes. He can only manifest up to 3 portals at a time and they can only be thrown to a distance of around 20m, if they travel beyond his distance, or he is knocked out of range, they simply disappear harmlessly. Depending on the size of the portal, it can take a second to close smaller ones, whilst taking up to 3-5 seconds for the largest ones.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Holding a portal open for a long time can give him head-splitting migraines. This increases exponentially with the amount of portals open. If he holds three open for too long, there is a chance that his brain could actually hemorrhage.
Holding the portals open requires his full attention if he ever hopes to conjure three of them in a combat situation. Breaks in concentration can lead to portals closing unexpectedly, resulting in a sort of energetic backlash and the disappearance of the portals in question.
Going through portals too many times in too short a time frame can lead to Jin's inner ear equilibrium becoming imbalanced. This can cause him to experience disorientation, vertigo, imbalance, nausea and even loss of consciousness if he fucks around too much. This can affect his concentration and the ability to conjure subsequent portals as a result.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Edited to fuck his weaknesses up some more.

Jin Saito

Basic Information

Name:

Jin Saito.

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Slick.

Gender:

Dude.

Age:

22.

Height:

5'10".

Weight:

165 lbs or 75kg.

Home District:

The Crystal Shores.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black.

Eye Color:

Brown.

Ethnicity:

Asian (Japanese-Amercian).

Physical Appearance:

Jin is rather average for a young man in his 20s. Average height, average weight. His build is rather athletic, lean and muscular much like an acrobat. His hair is black, but shaven bald. He has a rather attractive face with his squarish jaw, evenly spread facial features, his happy resting face and olive skin. His eyes lack irises, but this doesn't affect his eyesight, and the veins along his scalp and neck are dark and tenebrous.

Attire:

In a casual setting, He usually wears dark, comfortable clothing but isn't opposed to dressing up, owing to his life in the lap of luxury. Most times he can be seen wearing a wide variety of tight-fitting jeans, name-brand t-shirts, expensive shoes and his signature black double-buttoned slim jacket. He tends to lean toward wearing beanies and baseball caps to hide the dark veins upon his head and neck, as well as aviator shades to hide the whiteness of his eyes.

When in situations that ask for a little more of that special je ne sais quoi, Jin is more than content in dressing in black surplus combat fatigues, and tough leather boots. His knees, shins and elbows are strapped with tactical pads, also procured from a surplus depot. Upon his chest, stomach and back he wears a military-issue IOTV (Improved Outer Tactical Vest). This was also procured from a surplus store at an exorbitant price. To cover his face, he wears an carbon-fiber AirSoft mask.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Jin is a downright punk. A snob. He'll take what he wants if he can't buy it first. He's the type of guy that thinks that money doesn't buy happiness, but that money IS happiness. Years of living with rich parents and getting what he wants haven't exactly left him as a spoiled child, more like an emotionally undeveloped man-child. He enjoys the same things that a child would. Confections, fast food, video-games, cartoons, wrestling. All things that the average adult could indulge in, with none of the restraint or responsibility. He tends to speak his mind about whatever is on it, and his opinionated views can sometimes land him in deep trouble.

Skills/Talents:

Besides being an indulgent brat, he doesn't have many skills. He can drive a car pretty well, owing to his idolizing of Asian people in racing media. He also took a boxing class once, but quit halfway for reasons he refuses to disclose.

History/Bio:

Jin has lived most of his life in the fast lane, the easy life. After being born in the U.S, he spent 5 years of his life in happy ignorance before his father's occupation necessitated a move to Japan. There he stayed until he reached the age of 12, going to school and living the life of a rich kid before his another of his father's promotions lead to the family's move to the United States once more. Minato, a hard-working man, was made head of a new branch of the company that focused on the sales of hand sanitizer and cleaning products. This meant a lot of money, and a lot of money meant a lot of toys and a lot of friends. Jin's life has been rather uneventful, even with the discovery of his powers. His mother and father told him that there would be changes. First puberty, and then this. No big deal.

The most exciting portion of his life began when he got into the senior year of high-school. His friends began to dip into the less amicable aspects of urban life. Influenced by gangster culture and rap music, just like all those specialists said, they began to put together little street operations. Jin has seen his fair share of police station interrogation rooms because of that, and he isn't overly phased. He spend the majority of his time not at school trying to start up his own operation on the streets. So far he has been met with nothing but lawyer fees and lectures from his parents on upholding the family's name. But this time, he's applying himself fully. He'll make it.

Relationships

Family:

Saito, Minato (Father) - Other: Intangibility
Saito, Aoi (Mother) - Elemental, Energy: Electrokinesis

Dynamics:

| | | "" |

Abilities

Power Class:

Other.

Power:
Einstein-Rosen Bridging

Jin is able to mentally project an energy which has similar effects to that of a wormhole, of which the shape and size are variable. He is unable to transport anything bigger than, say, a standard sedan. Portals can be thrown up to 20m distance as well as invert the orientation which those entering, exit. Going in walking could have you coming out upside-down. Jin is not immune to these orientation changes, just aware of them.

Limits:

Jin needs to have a clear line of sight, or a clear memory of the locations being linked by the portals that he makes. He can only manifest up to 3 portals at a time and they can only be thrown to a distance of around 20m, if they travel beyond his distance, or he is knocked out of range, they simply disappear harmlessly. Depending on the size of the portal, it can take a second to close smaller ones, whilst taking up to 3-5 seconds for the largest ones.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Holding a portal open for a long time can give him head-splitting migraines. This increases exponentially with the amount of portals open. If he holds three open for too long, there is a chance that his brain could actually hemorrhage.
Holding the portals open requires his full attention if he ever hopes to conjure three of them in a combat situation. Breaks in concentration can lead to portals closing unexpectedly, resulting in a sort of energetic backlash and the disappearance of the portals in question.
Going through portals too many times in too short a time frame can lead to Jin's inner ear equilibrium becoming imbalanced. This can cause him to experience disorientation, vertigo, imbalance, nausea and even loss of consciousness if he fucks around too much. This can affect his concentration and the ability to conjure subsequent portals as a result.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Okay jesus, now I can get stuck in.

Introducing Alator.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

ALATOR

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The trek to the middle of nowhere was, to be honest, rather dull. Nothing but the landscape and the ramblings of a half-mad warlock to occupy her attentions. Alator's tongue flickered at the air, coming back to clean her lip of a small dashing of kicked up sand. She blinked twice, once with her eyelids and again with her nictating membrane, as she looked on at the man leading her on this fool's journey. Were it not for the promise of knowledge supposedly forbidden and lost to the unknown, she would have snubbed the fool as soon as he had brushed her arm, but the lure of the unknown was too great. Too much for her not to investigate. Something was definitely amiss, however. It irked her, in the way that he looked back at her as he babbled under his breath. Crazed eyes like that of a frightened animal. She would have her information, or she would leave. She planted her staff on the ground with a loud thump, and spoke in a flat tone.

"We're far from the inquisitive ears of the public. If you've truly something for me to know, tell me now."

She garnered no reply, the man simply stopped in his tracks and gibbered to himself. Like a hyena in the heat. His pacing back and forth through the sand was beginning to eat at her patience. Some warlock he was, a name that held power in the occult circles, held by a man that barely qualified as upright and walking. He laughed to himself, drawing her ire slightly. Was he mocking her? She could feel her frill beginning to rise beneath her hood, moonlight shining off her slick skin. The man wheeled around and spoke, frantically and aggressively.

"I've no knowledge for you, and for that, I apologise... heheheha!"

Alator huffed for a moment, her time had been wasted once more. She would have been mad, had the warlock not turned so suddenly.

"But what I do have... is a KNIFE!"

The silver of the blade shone in the moonlight as he charged with it. The gall. The sheer audacity. It brought her blood to a boil. Her tail twitched slightly as she brought her other hand up to her quarterstaff and in a swift motion, brought it across his face. Where Alator was not strong, her staff was, and when it hit, it hit hard. He tumbled and scrambled, dropping his dagger to leap at her. The conflict stopped in an instant as she pushed her staff into the man's stomach. Hold Person. Efficient. Simple. As the man stood still, like a living statue, Alator waltzed over to him and sighed.

"Why must you common brigands lie and deceive those that are clearly above you on the chain of power?"

Her tail was tracing shapes in the sand, as she deliberated on just what to do with him. An idea struck her, but her face showed nothing but cold bemusement. She took the tome at her waist, undoing the leather strap that secured it to her belt, and flipped through its pages for a moment. A silent moment under the light of the moon, between the lizard and the living statue. Their shadows were dark on the dunes as she looked back up, clapping her book shut.

"Now. I'm not going to harm you, even though your trickery has angered me. But what I will do, is give you a gift. The greatest gift. The gift of a lesson. Of knowledge. And experience."

With a prod of her finger on his forehead, the spell set to work on his body. He shrunk, with a series of sickening cracks and snaps as his bones magically reshaped. Baleful Polymorph. A spell with a wide range of uses. For now, she was content with using it as a teaching implement. As the transformation ceased, the discarded robes of the man who assaulted her shifted to reveal a small bluebird. A pretty thing that she spoke to in a coo as it alighted upon her finger with an angry tweet.

She laughed softly. "Now, you will learn. You will learn not to cross me again, and you will learn the extent of your willpower. Wonderful, is it not?" She said, laughing once more. "Take flight and head," She pointed out toward the horizon with her staff, "That way. Seek out one near as gifted as I, as you can. I am sure they will be able to turn you back. If not, then I will do it myself. The only problem is..." The yawning void of the land stretched out before them, and she smiled her fanged grin. "I will be following. And if you fall, or if you falter?"

She leaned in, giggling as she spoke candidly to the small bluebird.

"I will vaporise you. Now fly, and get used to those wings quickly now~."

She allowed herself another sensible chuckle as the bird took wing clumsily, rolling and tumbling in the breeze before straightening out. It flew shakily, but it flew in the direction she pointed, as she followed along on foot. Straight toward a certain group of mismatched adventurers, having just been left by a most peculiar Goblin.

The Metahuman Revolution (Reboot)

I'n still here, just not much I can do in the base besides mull about and spout medical stuff.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

I think I'll start Alator off on her own, hunting for more knowledge.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Why thank you, nice of you to say so.

As for Alator, I will introduce her after I sleep. 5AM, because I'm not the greatest with my bed schedule. G'night.