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Anime & Manga! Oh my! (Anime/Manga Thread)

DAI GUARD.

I remember watching this as a kid on some digital cable deal.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ch8Zq10_luA

Whole gimmick was they were office workers who had to file paper work and deal with office dynamics/bureaucracy before they were allowed to use the giant woowoo mech to kill aliens.

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The character I'm currently playing as has no hostile intent whatsoever. However, he doesn't require hostile intent to attack someone to be entirely fair.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Had this (and ofc the Virtual boy) as a little kid. Needed glasses after, laid on my stomach to play it, gave me headaches; 8/10, it has a little for everybody.

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@Chris488 I mastered this art in school and at work when operating dangerous machinery.

All you gotta do is have an awful sleep schedule and a sleep disorder but really want to play Gamecube at 3 in the morning.

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I've never not been awake, except when I was.

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>And it's about damn time you answered the call.

>The tavern has been too peaceful, and the Devil's sitting in it!

@Zyx

What can I say.

I hit the snooze button quite a few times more than I should.

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Hurried steps delivered with weight and an impatience that burned hotter than the overhead sun.

Normally a person "walking" with this aggressive body language and haughty shifting of weight ever forward would be assumed to be fresh in or out of a fight and spoiling for more, yet attached to the moving red figure was a sharp tipped toothy smile with a low rumbling "hahaha!!" of excitement humming along their enamel. Surroundings blurred, only the vague road, the illusive structure was really ahead and my how it shone! Well, no, it didn't really shine at all, it was something of a debased multi-floor structure with smoke plumes gushing out of the chimney but the point was, it had hot food and cold drink surely! Even garbage towns in abject squalor had that!

This was it! The Firebrand Tavern was just up ahead. Unless the area held more than one tavern but last [Omi Barsait] remembered, this town wasn't big enough for that. Though he supposed it had been a few years since he came trotting by come to think of it. Still, it had been days of eating rations and bathing in the wild, drinking from lukewarm water skin; civilization, comfort, it was all here! Yes, at the "Firebrand Tavern," as his darkened metal gauntlet touched the wooden exterior of the front gate and gave it a strong push open.

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<< Lobby Entrance - Main Tavern Floor >>



"I won't need this for now, I'm gonna hire a wench and get bathed!" The thought alone was magnificent, anticipation! Thus twirled the lively man as he thrust his vibrant red jacket and garb onto a series of hooks near the front entrance, revealing fine black cloth with short sleeves hugging his upper torso. Coming back to his boots and standing straight, his expression flashed from joyous glee to wide eyed but otherwise deadpan dismay.

"This isn't the Firebrand at all. Where the hell.." At last no thought but out loud voice, though many could claim to be foreign to a place beyond the rift -- still Omi's voice held a rich and almost cultured form with a distinct musical tone to it. And it was no well kept secret what it implied: the wild haired man's dismay. For starters, if the stairs were any indication, the interior was larger than what the exterior suggested. That didn't seem right, did it? Well no, he hadn't eaten right in days so perhaps his peripheral vision was off when storming the entrance. That must've been it.

Tension melting from his hunched shoulders as they relaxed, the man's amber brown eyes - though one partially obscured by lens in a rather eccentric facial mask taking up a quarter of his face - skimmed about with a look of one going through an appraisal. There were people around, there were probably staff around; hell if he could tell which were what though. And he wasn't waiting either. That wasn't what this was about. Taverns were about rendering services. He had gold to burn through after that last gig, a growling stomach, mild dehydration, and a brain absolutely burning with anticipation for entertainment. There wasn't time to wait for whoever to come out in a butler outfit and waste his time with pleasantries. That's not how this works!

"HEY. I DESIRE A MENU." Deep bellowing roar transformed the voice from earlier, now with the tune of rocks clashing together and about as much tact, left hand raising high in the air and attempting a snap although with his gauntlets this only created a rather obnoxious metal 'tinkrrk' along the finger rivets that would likely prove uncomfortable to anyone not suffering auditory disorders nearby. And already, he was lost in his own world now that he had convinced himself this whole happening was no folly of his but divine reward.

A nobles district! Perhaps ol' Latent now had a nobles district, in effect anyway what with their relative poverty, and he had just meandered into it by accident. Certainly smelled nicer than the Firebrand. Neat, the town was finally looking on the up and up. Who'd thought it with the Grave Revolt five years back? Well he could square away what all transpired later, after a hot bath and a large series of desserts, maybe something savory beforehand with a honey glaze. Mmm, honey. Now he hadn't had that in months. The beauty of honey lies in its versatility; there are so many ways to enjoy the natural sweetness and complex flavors found within this golden nectar. Really adds depth when combined with spices such as cinnamon or nutmeg. Oh say they have cinnamon! Maybe they have maids here. Nobles tend to really get gaudy with that kinda thing, maybe a cinnamon maid.

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Omi Barsait

Appearance

🐍 Height: 5’11”
Weight: 186 lbs
Reach: 77”
Body Type: Gaunt, barrel chested, some muscle to him. Arms are exceptionally long for his body.

"Oh? I see! This is what you validate existing with."

Age: 29 years of age.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: Security Auditor; mercenary for hire.

Abilities:

𝧜 Serpentine Fire: Housing a low sentience biomass within him, Omi can expel it from his body in the shape of deformed serpents. With a decisive motion of his hands such as snapping his fingers, these can be made to ignite aflame. They house many properties that give the man in red much needed arsenal, including though not limited to augmenting his reach, separating then binding together his flesh & blood limbs, and goring apart his foes. Where he comes from, he was given the epithet of "Artist" for guiding these unnatural cobras adders and vipers about as their ghastly red glow and yellow eyes herald unfortunate times.



𝧜 Timeless: Tapping into a crude but budding psionic talent, Omi's mind and the scene ahead can become one. In function, time itself halts. However, as his body could not withstand the strain of truly moving in this altered time space without violently breaking apart into something of a blood balloon, the applications of this power are more limited to information gathering and assessment generation. That is to say, Omi can see ahead of him, and he can think. Nothing more. There is no true maximum duration to this state for after all no time has passed, but once it is ended and end it must for him to take action, Timeless cannot be initiated again for a short window as his brain adjusts. The greatest, and weakest, form of chronomancy: one that is not.



Skills:
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𝧜 "Self-Defense Training." One of his professional services he renders for a modest price. This translates to little more than beating someone senseless and then extracting pay from them, mugging and violation with extra steps and formalities. Yet in his mindset, they're one in the same: he won't kill them and that's more than a real combat situation can promise. And think of what they can learn for a nominal fee. It is theorized he moves on in location if his reputation for this service gets too ugly, preferring vague utterances over nastier incidents otherwise.

Personality: Condescending but in a warm fashion, Omi's holds a blue and orange morality compared to the norm. He believes the ultimate sign of trust is to attempt to abuse the trusted, because he has no doubts they'll fail to withstand the pressure. A duel with a child should be conducted with the express intent of crushing and killing them unless they surrender, because to do otherwise is dishonoring their resolve to lay their life down for a cause. Hedonistic but not above waxing poetic about his personal philosophy on war or governance, sometimes lacing in insults into his dialogue intentionally while other times trying to talk "casually" in a fashion that belittles the subject, there's few who hold a neutral perspective once having met Barsait. Very eager to experience the celebratory end of society with its various forms of decadence; women, alcohol, banquet, glory!

Biography: Hails from Zyne of the Holy Sands, a land with undead aristocracy where magical innovation and conquest is the only way to pierce the nobility among the human population whilst the rest served as gladiatorial slaves and labor of all types, Omi himself being no exception. Having survived pit fighting from a young age, he was eventually taken to apprentice under a wizard with malicious aims, though fate instead blessed him with the ill tamed serpent nightmare rumbling beneath his skin. Strike while the iron is hot, as though violence was the only constant in his upbringing, the idea of striking above your means and getting to experience delicacies while your opposition falls was cathartic. To make them gnash their teeth before felling them and then to obtain minor Dukedom; to leave them rotting while you eat a sundae.. many cite the divine comedy but then this! This was a godly ballad!

Likes: Victory. Conquest. Domination. Decadence. Comfort. Resolving conflict. Seductive qualities.

Dislikes: Unresolved duels. "Let bygones be bygones" faux peace. Sloppy food. Grating music. Inactivity.

Fears: Tainted flesh. Rotting meat.

Weaknesses: Being provoked into fits of rage. Obsessive constant, not necessarily accurate threat assessment mentally fatigues him. Tires easily in social situations while feeling refreshed once things go southward be it battle or otherwise.

Other: His snakes can in fact consume food and drink, giving him the nutritional value thereof. He avoids doing this in public usually, but when prone watching a target for entirely legal services rendered from afar, it has came in handy to ah, eat without eating.

To eat and eat well.

Theme Song:
"Serpentine Fire" by Earth, Wind & Fire

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Chaos always beckons.

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Jonexander Johnsmith

Appearance

"I need to see a chiropractor. Just as soon as I figure out who it is that's appropriate to bill. I'm a state employee. Quite fortunate for you, I'm not entirely sure what state this is. But not for long."

Jonexander is quite the enigma to describe in appearance. Oh there are consistent elements, that's true. A suit. A hat. Glasses. Facial hair. Male, masculine, tall. Yet when reported by local shop keeps for suspicious behavior back home, the details of his appearance began to immediately conflict. If they were all telling the truth, one would have to believe this man changes his wardrobe upwards of seventy times a day. You would have to also acknowledge his glasses which are sometimes sunglasses, his hat, a badge with no known authority affiliation, and even the definition of his muscle mass would all change constantly. This is of course, insane. And just could not be true. Some people just have unassuming descriptions. "Blending into the crowd," you might say.

Age: 38 years old, although he has claimed to be 50 and 25 on numerous occasions.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: He claims himself a professional detective, as opposed to an amateur one. Rarely does one ask him this as much as he eagerly volunteers the information, usually flashing a badge or showing off his hat. This is good, as he prides himself in investigating secrets and busting "crooks;" thus if he was not a detective, he'd be a madman. Which is improbable given the badge he possesses.

Abilities: Ace in the Hole :: Jonexander's accuracy with firearms or really any ranged weapon is uncanny. At least, he claims so, and he does appear to be armed. Specifically, this here refers to the feat of managing to fire multiple bullets from different angles into the same initial spot the first bullet struck. He has also allegedly used this feat in breaking durable surfaces by repeatedly shooting an initially halted bullet. You may object to this but it's something he's stated he does.

Skills:
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Peerless Detective Skills: His deductions, says Jonexander, are without equal. Putting all fictional detectives from the various mystery novels to abject shame.

Physical Prowess: Fast durable and rather strong, it's no wonder he's able to put a perp in cuffs. Well, except when he was walking around with a cane. But nobody can really confirm nor deny that happened so it's a dubious blemish in an otherwise allegedly fantastic physical acumen, you can't deny that.

Personality: Polite and friendly to a fault, other than when people describe him as being seductive and aggressively flirtatious. He's also a bit of a drunk but let's ignore that since he's taken a vow of abstinence. One could say he's something of a contradiction made manifest in human flesh but then that does him a disservice since he's a straight shooter.

Biography: There was never a past. There was never a before. There is only a present. Soon this present will also disappear. Soon this chapter will be erased. And the next page will be brought in front of your eyes which will scan it fervently for detail to try and make sense of what has happened, to desperately establish some kind of context so any of this has meaning. But what has, can never be again. Only now. Only right this instant can exist. The future too is ephemeral, fragile, easy to reach out and rip from the spiJonexander is an upstanding member of the force, though he never seems to entertain giving detail on which department he works for from beyond the multiversal expanse. He's here on routine business. Here to check up on a fella that's on probation, grab himself a room, catch a bite to eat and enjoy his time assigned to the boonies.

What a nice man.

Likes: Mysteries. Deductions. Problem and crime solving.

Dislikes: DOORS.

Fears: Multiple doors.

Weaknesses: Being tailed. That is to say, being followed or stalked. To avoid this predicament, he will stubbornly do what it takes to avoid ever being followed -- however long this may entail.

Other:
Always carries a Smith & Wesson Model 19 with an appropriate holster, although sometimes the revolver's inside his jacket or suit. Never feels burdensome to carry when hot on the tracks of some punk, but it sure gets the job done when in a pinch. Six shots. But he only needs one shot. Probably. If he needs more than that, that's not good.

Theme Song:
Black Abomination Spawn