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4 yrs ago
Just found out that I'm gonna be an uncle to twins! 😁
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4 yrs ago
Ay, if you see me lurking on your profile, it's because there was drama on the status bar which I missed and I'm being nosey AF. Don't mind me.
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5 yrs ago
There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of incredible RP ideas that are wasted every year, due simply to a poorly formatted Interest Check. Shit's gotta pop off the screen and punch you in the face!
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Yo, I'm Kalas!


I'm actually less gone now than I have been for years. I've even joined a new RP, hoping it lasts!

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Current Roleplays:

- Bleach: Rise Of The New Generation

Preferred Genres:

Sci-Fi: Fantasy: Anime: Other:
- Cyberpunk - Magical School - Naruto - Halo
- Space Opera - Superheroes/Villains - Bleach - WH40K
- Post-Apocalypse - Dungeons & Dragons - Sword Art Online
- Steampunk - Legend of the Five Rings - My Hero Academia
- Mecha - Gods & Deities
- Virtual Reality

Original Roleplays:

Here are some Roleplay Ideas that I have attempted to run in the past but which ultimately failed because I'm a trash GM. If any one of these ideas interest you i.e. You'd like to assist me in running one or you'd fancy trying to run a game yourself, please do not hesitate to contact me first. I don't mind you taking inspiration but don't blatantly rip my shit off. P.S. I have several old threads archived, as well as PMs to myself, in order to stake my claim to these Roleplay ideas.

NovaGames Studios Presents: Arcade All-Stars - Virtual Reality, Esports, Team-based, Small.

NovaStar Studios Presents: HeroTV - Superhero, Superpowers, Slice of Life, Comedy, Medium-Large.

Ocean Horizon: The Shardseeker Chronicles - Steam/Clockpunk, Minor Powers, Sky Pirates, Monsters, Medium.

Guildfall: City Under Siege - Post-Apocalypse, Horror-esque, Minor Powers, Missions/Quests, Large.

The End of Our Days - Post-Apocalypse, Military, Horror-esque, Missions/Quests, Large.


~23 July 2024

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Gimme a Long Island and I'm sorted.
A post is a post is a post friend. There's no such thing as a mere intro post!


You're correct. That took longer to write than I'd planned. ^^
T O B I A S E V A N S:

Friday, April 07, 2017 - 11:13 PM | De Vitis Warehouse - The Wharves


The storm raged on as Tobias soared higher into the night. And though he couldn't feel it physically, his projected consciousness could easily make out the gloomy coldness that had clung to Crescent City of late. He stopped climbing at just over the mile mark, taking a moment to scan the city below. It felt angry. Between the buffeting storm, the blaring sirens and the newly erupted fires to the north, Tobias could sense the burgeoning despondency that was beginning to grip the metropolitan triad. A faint *knock knock* tugged at his attention from below. Tobias rolled his eyes with a sigh, "Not even five minutes?" He quizzed to no one in particular. The knocking sound came again but this time much louder and far more intrusively, sharp stabs of pain began to prickle behind his eyes. Begrudgingly, the connection to his Illusion was severed and Tobias gasped slightly as the rush of returning to his physical body overwhelmed him. He lurched forward in his high-backed leather chair, having been fully reclined earlier with his feet perched upon his desk. It took a moment to catch his breath.

The knocking came a third time with a renewed urgency that only succeeded in worsening his mood. "Alright! Give me a moment!" He snapped, a figure shifted on the opposite side of the door to his office. The pain behind his eyes had flourished by now, spreading towards his temples. He rubbed a hand over his forehead as a means to stem the coming headache, whilst simultaneously yanking his desk draw open with the other in order to locate the familiar white bottle of pain medicine that he'd increasingly begun to rely on. The rattle of pills against plastic denoted his success, before he quickly thumbed the lid resulting in a soft *pop*. With a series of short jolts, Tobias poured two Advil capsules into his outstretched hand, which he'd removed from his forehead, and then rapidly palmed them into his mouth. He repeated the process again, swallowing the first set of pills, before washing the second lot down with a half-consumed glass of Ron Zacapa XO that he'd swiped from his desk.

Tobias fell back into his chair and breathed, relishing the feeling as the concoction of alcohol and medication swiftly traversed its way to his stomach. 400mg of Ibuprofen was probably overkill for a headache but it was less than the recommended 'safe limit' and it had worked to stave off Mind Burn before now, especially given the level of stress he'd been under in the last twenty-four hours. "Come in." He said to the door.

It opened slowly and a heavy set man, dressed in black, entered tentatively. "Sorry to dis-"

"What have I said about knocking?" Tobias interrupted. He could feel his face settle into his trademark scowl of contempt. The man, one of his assigned bodyguards, cast his eyes toward the old wooden slats that made up the floor.

"Don't knock too-"

"Precisely. So why must you insist on banging my door down like a goddamned gorilla every time you need me for something?" The man stayed silent this time, unable to find the right words to say in order to ease the situation. For all his brawn, he certainly didn't make up for it where his brain was concerned. Tobias maintained his scowl, allowing several awkward seconds to pass before urging his guard to divulge the news. "Well then. What is it now?"

"It's Lucio, boss. He's downstairs."

"Lucio?" Mention of that name had surprised him for sure. Until that moment, Lucio had widely been considered dead at the hands of the Fierro Family during a deal gone south. The same deal that had kept him awake for the last day or so, trying to issue damage control measures. "Bring him up." He ordered.

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Moments later the guard returned with a rain-soaked man in tow. Tobias analyzed him. His shirt was missing beneath his long coat. It didn't take long to realize that it'd been used help patch up at least three gunshot wounds. Diluted red streaks trickled down his torso as the cotton packing had become over-saturated with a mixture of blood and rain. Every other item of clothing was also similarly drenched, his dark, shoulder-length hair too, and he could see a tiny puddle forming beneath where Lucio stood as the excess rainwater-mixed-with-blood dripped from his being. He was shaking visibly.

"You look like shit." He remarked.

"I've had better days." Came Lucio's reply.

Tobias looked to his guard. "Get him a change of clothes and a doctor, pronto."

"No need for a quack, boss, I've seen one already."

"Which would explain how you're still alive. At least have your bandages changed then, you're pissing out blood all over my floor." He gave the puddle a disconcerting look, the idea of Lucio's dried blood in his office didn't exactly inspire excitement. The guard didn't wait for a reply and rushed off to call the nearest doctor on the De Vitis payroll. Lucio's beleaguered expression betrayed the tough act, he was quite clearly in pain and needed further medical attention.

"I guess you're right, nobody likes bloodstained floorboards." He staggered forward as he said so, catching himself just before he fell. A moment of exhaustion overcame him. Tobias stood rapidly in response.

"Come. Sit down." He said, beckoning to one of the chairs situated on the opposite side of his desk. As Lucio made his way to the chair, Tobias strode over to his drinks cabinet. He pulled out a tumbler and a bottle of rum, the same brand as earlier. Walking back to his desk, he poured two large drinks and offered one to his injured subordinate. "Drink this, you'll feel better." The pair of them drank. "So this doctor, where did you find them?"

"Lonely Hearts." Lucio answered, shortly after swallowing a large gulp. Tobias hardened his gaze at that.

"They're expensive." He stated.

"I know." Lucio looked down slightly, obviously expecting the backlash of using a doctor outside of the payroll. But he'd needed to lay low until he could get back to the relative safety of De Vitis territory and there was no better way to do that than an independent surgeon, one who's loyalties lie with none of crime organizations in the area.

"And who else, besides this doctor, knows you're alive right now?" He questioned, slowly sitting down in his chair and leaning forward on his desk.

"No one, except a strongman, as far as I know." Lucio replied, looking back up to meet Tobias' inquisitive expression. "After the deal with the Fierro's went south in Lil' Santiago, I wasn't actually that far from Lonely Hearts. One of the strongmen we'd taken for protection, Tito, had also survived and helped me find a doctor. He left immediately after dropping me off and told me to wait for him to see if the coast was clear."

"And where's Tito now?"

"I'm not sure. He never returned, so he's either dead or the Fierro's have him locked up some place and are torturing him for information."

"Information? What information could a strongman possibly have that would be of any interest to the Fierro's?" Tobias furrowed his brow, contemplating his own question and sitting back in to his seat.

"During the deal..." Lucio paused, hesitant to say whatever came next. "The Fierro's kept asking about you." A spark of anger and confusion flashed across Tobias' face as he sat bolt upright. But Lucio began to explain before he could say anything. "Well not you specifically, but the man who'd setup the deal in the first place."

"You mean to say that they didn't believe you were the one who set it up?" Tobias quizzed, relaxing slightly.

"No. Whenever I tried to explain that I'd set it up, they laughed it off as if they knew different. After I'd explained the third time, their leader pulled his piece and just starting blasting everyone." Tobias mulled over what Lucio was saying, his earlier anger having subsided for now. A cool head was required now more than an angry one.

"Sounds like a rat." He said after a few moments of thought.

"Impossi-"

"Improbable? Yes. Possible? Entirely." He stood up, downing his drink and slamming the glass against his desk, marking the varnished finish. Tobias then moved to his coat rack and donned a dark trench coat.

"Where are you going?" Lucio asked, a look of confusion plaguing his face.

"When the doctor is done with you, go get some rest. I'll need you in a few days." He replied, ignoring the question as he made for the door to his office. He wrenched it open forcefully and strode through with purpose. The door closed behind him with a loud *bang*.
Writing a post up now. Merely an intro post though.
And on that note... how about we kick off the...

W E E K L Y D I S C U S S I O N:

Obviously the storm swirling around Crescent City is occurring through unnatural means. What exactly do you think is causing it, or what do you hope is behind the storm? On the opposite end of the spectrum, is there one outcome that you would find disappointing? Or who/what do you think is least likely to be the culprit behind the storm.


I guess this is my cue to say "Hi!"

With regards to the discussion, I'm going to vote on a tech-based cause. Mainly because Crescent City seems to be a hub for Hyperhumans and the like. So given that there are organizations, namely the Constantine's Guard, who oppose the Hyperhumans and have been working on new weaponry to level the playing field, it wouldn't be a terrible plan to create technology that could literally alter the playing field in their fight against Hyperhumanity similarly to how the Hypes can.

I'd be disappointed if it were some cliché child-prodigy Hyperhuman or something.
S P E C T R E

T O B I A S J A M E S E V A N S 1 2 A P R I L, 1990 ( 26 ) M A L E H Y P E R H U M A N
"Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world."


▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

"Attractive to some, fearsome to others. I'm the best looking nightmare you'll ever experience."
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 5'-9"
◼ WEIGHT | 159 lbs
◼ BUILD | Average
◼ HAIR COLOR | Dark Brown
◼ EYE COLOR | Grey
◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian
◼ SEXUALITY | Hetero


//DESCRIPTION:
Formal but always with an air of informality. With his often slicked-back hair, some might even go so far as to describe him as suave, though even he would say that's too far. Tobias never dresses to impress and certainly not to impose. He prefers to utilize his appearance as a means to state his social standing, which resounds quite evidently as upper-class. However, he likes to live on the fringes so as not to come across as too uppity. A slim-fit, dark suit remains his preference, usually with the tie but oftentimes without it too. Very rarely is he seen in any other form of attire except special occasions.

Beneath the suit resides a typically average body of a man. One who engages in regular physical activity but not enough to be considered athletic. A few definitive muscles here and there with a hint of what could be a fully-fledged six-pack, if the time and effort were dedicated to it. His skin shows slight shades of a tan but nothing to write home about. Facial hair is often a point of contention for Tobias. There's never enough to sport a full beard but shaving it off almost always knocks ten years off, usually to some comedic effect.

Tobias possesses a harsh stare, one that is backed up by dull, yet sometimes icy, grey eyes. It is considered his go-to look of disdain, which helps with the fact that he is generally unimpressed by everything, so he doesn't have to go to much effort to display his discontent.


▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

"There's no red in my ledger, only black."

Born wailing out to the echoing halls of a Manor House buried deep within the Royal Borough of Berkshire, England, Tobias James Evans was to be the only son and heir of a wealthy couple who owned several Slate Mines back in their ancestral home of Wales. Mines which also stood as trading points for a few high-society, black-market arms dealers. His inheritance, however, was not to be. As merely three years later did the Manor House in which he was born burn down, killing both his parents and leaving him as the sole survivor. An incident he vehemently states not to remember. Upon his parents' untimely death, every asset they owned was immediately transferred to the Black Lotus Society, including the custody of any remaining heirs to the estate. This of course meant that little Tobias was now property of a particularly shady and none too friendly secret society that wanted nothing but the elimination of the middle class. A class he had, until recently, been a part of.

But instead of leaving the orphaned child to his fate, someone within the Society decided it would be a good idea to raise the young fellow as one of their own. Where fire destroys, it also clears the way for new things to grow and Tobias would indeed grow. Passed down, presumably, through his mother's side, Tobias' Hype-Gene was discovered particularly early on, much to the Society's joy. At the age of twelve, Tobias was moved to Switzerland where his training regime began. Rich education and rigorous training remained a large part of his life for the next decade, until he was finally ready to be utilized as the Society's pawn.

In the years that followed, Tobias was ordered to various parts of the world each time with the same mission: Organize and re-structure trade agreements for weapons shipments amongst multiple organized crime syndicates, whilst inciting discord and chaos to local areas in order to increase the demand for guns. The Society were essentially funding Gang Wars for profit. But that's not all, the ensuing anarchy that came with the warring of gangs allowed for certain mid-to-high level assassinations to go unnoticed as such, instead being attributed to the growing dissatisfaction of the public or the unruly gangs having stepped too far across the line. One notable success being the assassination of the Romanian Prime Minister's Brother, who's car was caught in the crossfire of a particularly nasty shootout between two feuding organizations.

Tobias' repeated successes did not go unnoticed and has since been granted diplomatic immunity in five countries, including Switzerland and Germany. His role, however, remains unchanged due to his proficiency. A victim of his own success, Tobias has finally been sent to the US to start work on new trade relationships after previous agreements had broken down due to the unfortunate passing of a certain Roman Locke, a well-known affiliate to the Society. Since his death, the Society had retained a minor presence within the Crescent Bay Area. But the time has come again for the Society to reaffirm their standing within the Crescent City Triad, especially with the upcoming Mayoral Election. And they have just the man for the job.


▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

"Tenacity & cunning, but above all, loyalty."


Tobias is driven by a deep sense of loyalty toward the Black Lotus Society. Due to his special circumstances, Tobias was one of the few who didn't receive any brainwashing treatment, or so his dossier says. Whether he was or not remains to be seen but either way, Tobias feels the need to repay the Society for saving his life and for raising him after his parents' tragic death. Most won't understand these feelings, not even his fellow comrades could truly get it. The Society gave him everything when they owed him nothing. This is something that Tobias doesn't easily forget and he makes sure to show his gratitude by attempting to perform outstandingly in every task issued to him. He is a Society man through and through and it'd take a revelation to change that.


▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

"Does my ability to see all not frighten you? It should."

//ABILITIES:
◼ ASTRAL MANIPULATION | Tobias has the ability to project his own consciousness from his physical body and control it in various ways that allow him to perform feats such as passing through physical objects, flight, astral senses, soul sense & interaction with physical objects from a distance.

Astral Illusions - Tobias can create and project up to three (3) astral clones of himself which he calls The Illusions. They are non-corporeal, manifesting as light blue, translucent versions of himself, and may not physically interact with the world at all. As such they are able to fly and pass through any physical object and are even intangible to most sources of energy. Upon creating these Illusions, Tobias is granted Astral Senses that allow him to see & hear the world from up to three different points of view at the same time as well as his own. He may also sense another being's soul even if he cannot see them, providing it is within the Soul Sense Radius of his projection.

Astral Phantasm - Tobias can create and project a singular astral clone of himself which he calls The Phantasm. It is corporeal, manifesting as a deep blue, opaque version of himself, and can physically interact with the world at his command. Like The Illusions, Tobias' Phantasm is able to fly but cannot pass through physical objects and may be affected by sources of energy. The Phantasm possesses enhanced strength, speed and durability to aid against its' tangibility. Upon creating The Phantasm, Tobias is granted Astral Senses, allowing him to see & hear the world from its' point of view as well as his own. He may also sense another being's soul even if he cannot see them, providing it is within the Soul Sense Radius of his projection.

//SKILLS:
◼ MARTIAL PROWESS | Due to his extensive training at the hands of the Black Lotus Society, Tobias possesses a high level of martial prowess. As such, he is well-versed in various styles of martial combat and can call upon each style almost seamlessly. His preferred Martial Arts, however, are Taekwondo and Muay Thai. Understanding the speed and power of the former but enjoying the sheer brutality of the latter. Despite his high level of training, Tobias usually resorts to fighting as a secondary measure, preferring to use his words in order to deflate increasingly violent situations.


◼ TENACIOUS | Tobias is a survivalist at heart, given that he was the only survivor of the fire that killed his parents and burnt his family home to the ground. Despite having no recollection of this event, Tobias chooses to rely upon his instincts to keep him out of harms way. He also falls back on them during social interactions, using his quick-wit and practiced charm to navigate through tricky trade deals or ballroom banter. Not one to accept failure, Tobias will stay until the job is done. Oftentimes sacrificing others in order to complete his task.


◼ MANIPULATIVE | Though to some it could be considered a superpower, manipulation in any form (emotional, financial or psychological) is merely a social skill that Tobias has managed to hone rather adeptly. He often tries to gain the upper hand over everyone he meets, however, some prove to be more difficult than others. He uses this skill in order to achieve his missions for the Society. Having learnt how to manipulate others from the very best minds the Society has to offer, Tobias certainly has the upper hand with most people he meets, though there are times where his manipulations have aroused suspicion. Leading himself to believe that he still has room to learn.


//LIMITATIONS:
◼ ASTRAL MANIPULATION | Tobias has a Vicinity of Control that applies to both his Illusions and his Phantasm when utilizing his abilities. The largest circle represents a 1.5-mile radius in which he may project and control a single Astral Illusion. The second largest circle represents a 1-mile radius in which he may project and control two Astral Illusions. The smallest circle represents a 0.5-mile radius in which he may project and control three Astral Illusions or his Astral Phantasm. So far he has been unable to push past these boundaries, especially so with his Astral Phantasm which requires significantly more concentration to project and control than his Illusions. With each expanding radius, Tobias' ability to sense souls becomes weaker and more stressful on his mind to try and maintain. As such, he limits the radius of his Soul Sensing from both The Illusions & The Phantasm to two-hundred (200) feet.

Astral Illusions - Tobias cannot create more than three (3) Illusions at any one time. Doing so causes too much taxation of his mind and may result in Mind Burn if he were to try and create any more. When creating two or more Illusions, Tobias has to take care to keep all Illusions within a relative distance of each other, as having his mind in more than once place at the same time can cause a lot of stress if the distance between each Illusion is too great; which would force him to end his projection after a certain period of time. For example: Tobias could project two Illusions to be on opposite sides of their 1-mile radius but he would only be able maintain them at those positions for around twenty (20) minutes. And whilst he can easily use his Astral Senses to switch between his Illusions giving him the ability to see & hear from each projection, Tobias' mental taxation becomes increasingly higher if he decides to use his Astral Senses with more than one clone at the same time.

Astral Phantasm - Tobias cannot create more than one (1) Phantasm at any one time, nor can he create said Phantasm in conjunction with any number of his Illusions. Due to the sheer amount of concentration needed to project just one Phantasm, Tobias has never even entertained the idea of projecting another. Whilst the Phantasm possesses enhanced strength, speed and durability it can only receive a certain level of damage before it is dispelled. If a limb is removed from the Phantasm, Tobias cannot replace or repair the damage at all, he must completely dispel his projection and create a new Phantasm but doing so can cause massive taxation on his mind, especially during highly stressful or already drawn-out situations. The level of enhancement of the Phantasm's strength, speed and durability are only just above that of an average human being, meaning that it is unlikely to be able to throw cars around or be blasted through a solid brick wall.

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ ASTRAL MANIPULATION |
By far the largest drawback of Tobias' ability is his physical body. Due to him having to project his consciousness out of his physical form, it is left vulnerable since his physical senses are dulled whilst projecting. The well-being of his physical form is of the utmost priority at all times whilst projecting. If his body were to sustain any trauma or strong interruption, the connection to his projections would be immediately severed, causing an immense wave of crippling pain to overcome him which he has come to call Mind Burn. Every instance of Mind Burn is extremely painful for Tobias, but it has been discovered that the severity of pain is amplified by the length of the duration of his projections. As such, it can be surmised that if he were to experience Mind Burn after an extremely extended period of projection time, the pain caused could undoubtedly force him into a coma or, in the worst case, kill him.

Tobias' abilities make him vulnerable to others with Telepathic abilities. Though he would be more than competent enough to be able to fight off the control of another telepath whilst in his physical form, his body would be considerably vulnerable to any telepath that may have discovered his location whilst projecting. Also, if he is faced up against a stronger Astral Manipulator, his body may be susceptible to possession and his mind being displaced amongst the Astral Plane.


▼ N O T E S:


//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES


The Phantom | Tobias' handler and the man who, he believes, decided to have the Society raise him after his parents' death. Though their contact is minimal, Tobias harbours great respect for The Phantom and will drop anything should The Phantom come calling.



Sasha Raphaelle | Owner of La Petite Mort and one of the city's best Information Brokers. The pair of them are close business partners, however they also share a somewhat tumultuous romance between each other. Tobias trusts Sasha with his biggest secret; that he is actually a member of the Black Lotus Society. Though their time together has been relatively short, Tobias would stop at nothing to protect her from his enemies.



Lucio Tiago de Souza | Tobias' right-hand man. His loyalty lies with Tobias more than it does the De Vitis Syndicate. This is evident by the sheer lengths he is willing to go in order to appease his boss. Despite Tobias' often cold approach towards his men, he cares about Lucio as if he were a younger brother. As such, he tries his best to guide him and keep him safe, even if that means berating him all too often.


▼ ACQUAINTANCES


Vitis, Raul de | Head of the De Vitis Crime Syndicate. Introduced to each other through the machinations of The Phantom, with Tobias' employment being the main topic of discussion. Raul didn't seem to like the idea at all but The Phantom needn't ask twice.


▼ ENEMIES

Many | Most of them unawares, those who know are already dead.


//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ THE WHARVES | His current place of 'employment.' After being strong-armed by the Society into employing him, Raul placed Tobias down in The Wharves and practically gave him free roam of the place. No one seemed to ask any questions either, despite none of the gang members ever seeing his likeness before, although Tobias felt the tension as they regarded their new boss. However, they all marched to Raul's tune and right now that tune said Tobias was in charge. Tobias, however, had other ideas. He locked himself away, tending to the books and learning the numbers inside and out, letting the docklands continue on as they'd always done, it wasn't long before the initial unease amongst the lower levels faded away. Pretty soon he'd gathered all he needed to know about the De Vitis' illustrious dockland operations and had even garnered a rapport with the men. There were a few minor instances of insubordination but nothing one or two displays of violence couldn't solve.


◼ LONELY HEARTS CLUB | More specifically, La Petite Mort. Tobias is currently dating the owner of the prestigious gentleman's club whilst also having business dealings regarding the club's sexual services. He tends to keep his appearances rather low-key, so as not to bring attention to his relationship. Tobias will often hide out here whenever he needs to lay low, relying on the protection of the club's guards and its' reputation as a place of peace.


//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ The Black Book | Containing highly-encrypted Black Lotus instructions and information.

Jinzo Kurogama
Abandoned Mansion | Human World

@Oblivion666@yoshua171


The world was on fire. Screams pierced the pitch-black sky as the sounds of clashing steel rang out, easily depicting the cacophony of battle as it raged all around him. Jinzo stood motionless, mouth agasp as he was forced to witness the horrors of that fateful night. Masked figures draped in black cloaks were cutting down each and every one of his fellow Shinigami right in front of him. He could feel an unknown anger swell up inside him. His attention was brought to the fore when another figure, the same as the rest, appeared a few meters in front of him. He couldn't make out any distinctive markings but the feral growl confirmed that this thing was not normal. Instinct told him to reach for his zanpakuto but his hand would not move. Panic began to circle like a wily predator as he willed his hand to move once again, this time a grimace filling his face. He struggled against an invisible force to move his arm and only through a herculean effort did he manage to finally place his hand on the hilt of his blade.

Abnormally worn out, he turned his attention from his hand back to the creature in front of him, ragged breathing overcoming him from his struggle to move. It had sauntered closer by now and had suddenly drawn its' own zanpakuto. Jinzo steeled his nerves and tried to draw his sword but to no avail. He tried again, yanking at the hilt several times as the thorns of panic slowly wrapped themselves around his heart. The creature was drawing nearer, its' earlier growl having changed into the barely recognizable sound of laughter. Sweat began to ooze from the pores of his skin as a wave of goosebumps washed over him, Jinzo finally began to panic, still attempting to draw his zanpakuto.

The creature was upon him now, Jinzo tried to move backwards but the attempt was met only by pain. He looked down to find the creature's blade piercing his chest, he felt his legs give way underneath him and his body fall to its' knees, the sounds of combat dulled by the rush of blood pounding in his ears. By now the masked invader was laughing maniacally, all the while carefully and painstakingly digging his blade deeper into Jinzo's flesh. His world began to darken, with only the feeling of horror to comfort him. His last image was that of his Captain, Sannouske, falling in battle clutching his throat as bloody gore spilled between his fingers.


Jinzo opened his eyes and breathed. 'Just a nightmare.' He thought. Another in a recent string of disturbing images that had plagued his sleep of late. He pushed himself off of the wall he'd been leaning up against, noticing that almost everyone had arrived to hear the Captain Commander's speech. He'd been one of the earliest to arrive, even despite the internal argument he'd had with himself to stay in bed just five minutes longer. No, it had been four months since the Commander had cobbled together what was left of the Old Gotei Thirteen and this was to be his first major announcement. Though normally Jinzo could have cared less, he was beginning to think that these nightmares, coupled with his deep-seated regret over the night of the attack, were starting to change him. 'Nonsense!' He thought to himself, shaking his head with a frown.

Once everyone had showed, Commander Yanagi began his prepared statement. Jinzo listened along, partially. Most of it was fluff, aimed to rile everyone up but he just couldn't buy it. Everyone, except himself, had had their asses kicked five years ago. How could he expect a few words to make up for that? Nonetheless, Jinzo gave the man another chance. He noted the Commander's plan, it certainly was a different approach. After the previous attempts to regain the Seireitei had failed, Jinzo had resigned himself to the Human World. It wasn't such a bad place after all and it meant that his time remained unburdened by the weight of responsibility. But this plan would certainly change things, he would be expected to act in accordance with everyone else, which meant seeking out the enemy, which meant fighting. He questioned, again, why he'd gotten out of bed so early in the first place. After all, this was starting to sound like a bad idea to him. But something kept him stood there. Stood amongst his fellows, the ones who had truly fought and lost everything all those years ago. A pang of regret struck him, not for the first time and as the Commander made to leave the Mansion, Jinzo followed swiftly behind.

"So you got a plan there, Commander? 'Cause if Kurogama got lazy he probably fell asleep on the stairs!"

"Pssh! And just who're you calling lazy, Third Seat?" He exclaimed, suddenly appearing behind Yūbina Hōshakō, the man from the Second Division who was to be his squad-mate, alongside Old Man Serizawa and the Commander himself. "Maybe you oughta stop throwing out insults and focus more on your rear, 'cause if this was a fight, I'd have got you dead!" He laughed.
Kurogama, Jinzo - Sendou


Everyday is a holiday/|\Sometimes fights tho/|\...But then it's back to sleep :)/|\Oh yeah! Sometimes emotions too!
~*Sigh* "Let's get this over with already."~





【Personal Info】






【Capabilities】




Still got a few things left to do: 2nd Specialization, Relationships & Bio. But essentially the main stuff is there.

Kurogama, Jinzo - Sendou


Everyday is a holiday/|\Sometimes fights tho/|\...But then it's back to sleep :)/|\Oh yeah! Sometimes emotions too!
~*Sigh* "Let's get this over with already."~





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