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Vogel

_{Vogel Pierce V
◄ 28 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'7 ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

---

Ever since he was a little boy, Vogel thought he was going to become a soldier. His namesakes were all militia men, born and bred with fingers already twitching to pull all the triggers, and whose first cries were probably already marching orders, executing orders on behalf of the great corporation that is the Union. But as fate would have it, the young Pierce's father died before he was born. Primarily raised by his mother and in the company of his three younger sisters, he drifted away from the well-worn path tread by the Pierce clan and took after his mother's as soon as he finished the required military civilian training. Being a restorateur and cultural ambassador, his mother effortlessly taught her young son the basics of the culinary and hospitality arts, then decided to let the boy find his own way when he started showing signs of restlessness and an eagerness to make his name in the world.

Vogel enrolled in Oakridge's top culinary institution, then summarily graduated to the top of his class after starting three successful restaurant chains, as well as one peculiar, yet critically acclaimed bar. To broaden the menu selections and drink ingredients, as well as refine and educate his palate, Vogel traveled the three Unions frequently despite the threat of war. Vogel is generally uninterested but informed in military affairs, knowledgeable about politics, culture and trade and has used his connections and charm to further his own commercial agendas and has also used them to damn malicious rivals into financial ruin - perhaps even driving others to suicide out of despair.

He is often found at his bar, manning the counter himself, entertaining the customers and serving up drinks that have been said to refresh both the body and soul of those who imbibe - this has sparked rumors of strange, addictive and illegal substances being mixed into the drinks. Vogel neither confirms or denies the rumors, and the people come all the same, always hungry and thirsty for more.

Despite his financial status, Vogel rarely spends on luxury services and prefers living a simple and predictable life. He is also very protective and caring of his three younger sisters, all who, ironically, aim to be high-ranking military officers in the Union, and sends them food he made himself whenever he is able, as well as using his influence and charisma to speed up their promotion and increase their resources without their knowledge in an effort to minimize their contact with bloodshed.

Vogel hopes to use his status and knowledge to bring people together and help end the war, often making anonymous donations and visits to war victims, the neutrally aligned communities as well as bribing politicians on the brink of war to postpone their decisions or choose a lesser evil.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Vogel gives his first customer of the evening a coaster as he prepares to make him a drink. The man smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkling, and revealing his age.

"Are you the guy?"

Vogel nods and gets straight to work.

Soft music plays in the background, something ancient and jazzy, as he breaks ice the old way. Sharp chunks of crystal blue ice makes its way into a pristine whiskey glass, to which Vogel pours a bright green fluid, which hisses and glows as it flows down into the ice.

Then, with a well-practiced smile, he serves the beverage with a soft clunk on top of the coaster. The thin metal tray rattles on the bedside table with an unsettling clink, and pills of various sizes roll out of the way.

"Fairy, Number #08af2d."

The man admires the drink; Vogel can almost imagine the pictures he has taken with his eyes and scattered all over the network. Probably not as perfect as the professionals, but still publicity all the same.

"Hits the spot, guy," the man says, voice husky after a sip - not the smoothest drink in the bar. Blood blooms bright through his soiled bandages, and a rusty smell leaks out as the man shifts his mangled torso.

Vogel stood, watching the old soldier die with a grin on his face, and wondered if his father would have liked absinthe, too.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

Vogel Pierce IV: The father Vogel never knew, except through second-hand accounts of family friends, his mother and the old commander's journals. He sometimes wishes he were as strong as his father, but is happy that the man's death enabled him to begin a new path without conflict.

Cybil Watanabe-Pierce: Vogel loves his mother dearly and maintains a warm relationship with her. They make frequent public appearances when opening new restaurants or visiting other Unions on official matters.

Beatrix Pierce: The eldest of the Pierce sisters. She is currently serving in the military as an intelligence agent and weapons AI designer, and is married to an engineer. Vogel respects her opinions greatly and often goes to her when he is having problems.

Iris Pierce: The middle Pierce sister. She works as a trainer in the military. Vogel is least close to her due to a difference in political opinion, but they still maintain a civility towards each other.

Tiffany Pierce: The youngest Pierce sister. She is still in university, but is planning to follow in the footsteps of Beatrix. Vogel likes to spoil her, and has been trying to convince her to try a different path in life.

Cornelius Yeung: Vogel's long-time friend and business partner. The two met in culinary school and have been inseparable since. Despite their difference in economic and social status, Cornelius treats Vogel with frankness and simplicity and does not let it get in the way of their friendship.

_{A E S I R}

---

Quezacotl

_{◄ E N C O U N T E R ►}

The people sneer at me, I can feel it. No doubt they only see the veneer of my wealth. That I am evil because I have more than they do. That I am a thing to be feared because I know more than they ever will, in this strife. They are right beside me, but their hearts and minds are far away.

"On behalf of the Union's rationing program, your power generators will be shut down-"

"We don't want the Union here!" An old man shouts from the back, but he is silenced by those who still have the sense to swallow their bitter anger.

"Rest assured, this endeavor will not influence the current neutrality of your territory. This is only a measure for-"

"That is a lie! You are like the fire. You burn and consume, and soon, there will be nothing left of the earth!"

And that is the truth. We all know it. I am nothing but a mouthpiece for the monster that will devour the world, the monster in all of civilized society. To create by destroying, to give by taking - this is man's prodigious talent. This is the Union.

A drop of water wets my skin. It takes me a while to realize that it is raining.

The crowd begins to disperse, and I am thankful. Like an answered prayer, the rain pours harder. The podium is uncovered and I feel the wetness run down my skin. Then the sky rumbles. I know not why, but the sound of thunder brings me calm. And the rain, quenching the earth, washing away all the filth - it is as if the world has chosen, once more, to give us a fresh start.

Like the rain, I too, wish to be a part of hope. But why does it feel like I am doing everything wrong?

No.

I am not wrong.

It is this judgment that is wrong.

But-

What can I do?

A flood of despair runs through me; I am afraid, terrified, no - exhilarated! The hairs on the back of my neck rise in anticipation of something, I know not what. It is as if a bolt of pure energy is about to come crashing down on me, and for some reason, I cannot bring myself to move. Only my eyes are free, and in the corner, I spy a little girl. She, too, looks at me with disgust.

So I prayed. I prayed to whatever being was out there, above or below us, that I be struck dead by lightning. A fitting end to a flash in the pan that is my life.

There is a severe flash of light, and what sounded like a shriek or a roar - I close my eyes and feel a cold burn for one infinite second - then I hear the thunder.

When my eyes are open, the ground is scorched, the generators are brimming with power, and the girl, she's...

She's smiling at me.

_{T E C H N I Q U E S}

---

BEAM ★
ORB ★
VORTEX ★

B l e a k

@Prisk Cool ideas. Quetzlcoatl sounds like a chaotic good kind of being. Plus the whole donating power cells to the poor sounds something Vogel would fund and encourage, so I'm eyeing this avatar, haha!

B l e a k

Vogel

_{Vogel Pierce V
◄ AGE: 28 ▎ MALE ▎ HEIGHT: 5'7 ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

---

Ever since he was a little boy, Vogel thought he was going to become a soldier. His namesakes were all military men, born and bred with fingers already twitching to pull all the triggers, and whose first cries were probably already marching orders. But as fate would have it, the young Pierce's father died before he was born. Primarily raised by his mother and in the company of his three younger sisters, he drifted away from the well-worn path tread by the Pierce clan and took after his mother's as soon as he finished the required military civilian training. Being a restorateur and cultural ambassador, his mother effortlessly taught her young son the basics of the culinary and hospitality arts, then decided to let the boy find his own way when he started showing signs of restlessness and an eagerness to make his name in the world.

Vogel enrolled in Oakridge's top culinary institution, then summarily graduated to the top of his class after starting three successful restaurant chains, as well as one peculiar, yet critically acclaimed bar. To broaden the menu selections and drink ingredients, as well as refine and educate his palate, Vogel traveled the three Unions frequently despite the threat of war. Despite his lack of interest in military affairs, he is knowledgable about politics, culture and trade and has used his connections and charm to further his own commercial agendas and has also used them to damn rivals into financial ruin - perhaps even driving others to suicide out of despair.

He is often found at his bar, manning the counter himself, entertaining the customers and serving up drinks that have been said to refresh both the body and soul of those who imbibe - this has sparked rumors of strange, addictive and illegal substances being mixed into the drinks. Vogel neither confirms or denies the rumors, and the people come all the same, always hungry and thirsty for more.

Despite his financial status, Vogel rarely spends on luxury services and prefers living a simple and predictable life. He is also very protective and caring of his three younger sisters, all who, ironically, aim to be high-ranking military officers in the Union, and sends them food he made himself whenever he is able, as well as using his influence and charisma to speed up their promotion and increase their resources without their knowledge in an effort to minimize their contact with bloodshed.

Vogel hopes to use his status and knowledge to bring people together and help end the war, often making anonymous donations and visits to war victims, the neutrally aligned communities as well as bribing politicians on the brink of war to postpone their decisions or choose a lesser evil.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

---

Vogel gives his first customer of the evening a coaster as he prepares to make him a drink. The man smiles, the skin around his eyes crinkling, and revealing his age.

"Are you the guy?"

Vogel nods and gets straight to work.

Soft music plays in the background, something ancient and jazzy, as he breaks ice the old way. Sharp chunks of crystal blue ice makes its way into a pristine whiskey glass, to which Vogel pours a bright green fluid, which hisses and glows as it flows down into the ice.

Then, with a well-practiced smile, he serves the beverage with a soft clunk on top of the coaster. The thin metal tray rattles on the bedside table with an unsettling clink, and pills of various sizes roll out of the way.

"Fairy, Number #08af2d."

The man admires the drink; Vogel can almost imagine the pictures he has taken with his eyes and scattered all over the network. Probably not as perfect as the professionals, but still publicity all the same.

"Hits the spot, guy," the man says, voice husky after a sip - not the smoothest drink in the bar. Blood blooms bright through his soiled bandages, and a rusty smell leaks out as the man shifts his mangled torso.

Vogel stood, watching the old soldier die with a grin on his face, and wondered if his father would have liked absinthe, too.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

Vogel Pierce IV: The father Vogel never knew, except through second-hand accounts of family friends, his mother and the old commander's journals. He sometimes wishes he were as strong as his father, but is happy that the man's death enabled him to begin a new path without conflict.

Cybil Watanabe-Pierce: Vogel loves his mother dearly and maintains a warm relationship with her. They make frequent public appearances when opening new restaurants or visiting other Unions on official matters.

Beatrix Pierce: The eldest of the Pierce sisters. She is currently serving in the military as an intelligence agent and weapons AI designer, and is married to an engineer. Vogel respects her opinions greatly and often goes to her when he is having problems.

Iris Pierce: The middle Pierce sister. She works as a trainer in the military. Vogel is least close to her due to a difference in political opinion, but they still maintain a civility towards each other.

Tiffany Pierce: The youngest Pierce sister. She is still in university, but is planning to follow in the footsteps of Beatrix. Vogel likes to spoil her, and has been trying to convince her to try a different path in life.

Cornelius Yeung: Vogel's long-time friend and business partner. The two met in culinary school and have been inseparable since. Despite their difference in economic and social status, Cornelius treats Vogel with frankness and simplicity and does not let it get in the way of their friendship.

OUSAMA GAME [ Short-term Horror/Gore ]

Is it too late to join this? :o

B l e a k

Is it still possible to join this one? :o

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Whoops, sorry @Severance, I accidentally posted my CS in the Characters page without approval.

Here's my submission.

Hider

「起死回生」

K I S H I K A I S E I

w a k e f r o m d e a t h a n d r e t u r n t o l i f e

N A M E

Kito Haruki 木藤春樹

wisteria(木藤) | (春樹) spring tree

A G E

Twenty three.

A P P E A R A N C E

The first thing people notice about Haruki are her eyes-they are far bigger than most from the mainland-and her skin, which is stained with a subtle tan that becomes more prominent whenever she spends too much time under the unforgiving midday sun. These features mark her as a foreigner, which both renders her conspicuous and invisible at the same time. Conspicuous because she is different, yet invisible because people are dismissive of those who hail from the strange Tokkukoko Islands. Haruki is of a robust build, as one would expect from women who spend much time out in the fields, yet when in the woods, she moves with the hurried grace and precision of a hunted deer.

She carries on her back a black basket made of straw, where she stores the herbs and various medicinal ingredients she has collects on her daily walks, as well as the occasional stray runt she finds along the way. A leather pouch that contains a rudimentary kit of needles, a small mortar and pestle set, catgut strings and a vial of clean water is strapped to her leg, while her hori-hori is stashed in her waistband. Haruki often wears a wide straw hat in an effort to minimize the sun's effects on her skin, but to no avail.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Haruki is usually an even-tempered woman who only speaks when spoken to, but she is always the first to act when there is someone in need. This change in demeanor sometimes translates into impatience when other people impede her work with distractions or clumsiness. She hates hearing about people wanting to die and goes out of her way to do whatever it takes to save people from the brink of death, even though it only extends their life for a few days before death inevitably claims them. While Haruki is outwardly cheerful, internally, she is anything but. The state of the world distresses her greatly and having people die under her care makes her feel extreme guilt. She copes by creating various recreational substances from the herbs she gathers, which grant her what seems to be otherworldly visions that help her escape from the present. Upon learning of the recent wave of technology being used in the capital, Haruki wishes to learn if it can be used to improve the potency of the services her clan provides.

S T R E N G T H S

癒しの刃の道 | T H E W A Y O F T H E H E A L I N G K N I F E

As a student of the Healing Knife guild, Haruki is schooled to see steel as an instrument of life, instead of death. Each student is given a personal hori-hori, each customized to suit the student's medical expertise as well as physicality. Haruki's expertise is creating medication that increases blood flow around the body, as well as creating formulations that help wounds to clot and dry quickly. As these rare herbs are usually found in hostile and remote terrain, Haruki was gifted a peculiarly sharp yet small hori-hori, one that cuts through tough bark and sinew like a knife through butter. Its small size also allows her to keep it hidden, misleading potential marauders or predators to let down their guard when trying to assault her-and gives her the advantage of surprise when she strikes with fatal precision to vital points in their body.

C U T T I N G L E A F

While Haruki is primarily a non-combatant, she is able to hold her own against most predators and a small group of assailants, using her knowledge of anatomy to inflict enough damage to facilitate her escape.

S P I R I T S O O T H I N G H E R B S

Haruki is capable of mixing herbs and substances to combat the onset of illness and infection, as well as minimize pain and delirium in those that exhibit these symptoms.

B L O O D H A R D E N I N G H E R B S

To combat blood loss in the cases of severe cuts or surgical amputations, Haruki is able to make a paste that when applied to a wound, stops bleeding in a few minutes through rapid coagulation.

S P I R I T A W A K E N I N G H E R B S

Although the herbs are usually used for treatment purposes, Haruki can also create mixtures that increase a person's stamina, focus and strength for up to four hours when ingested. However, it also greatly increases the person's appetite and may cause hysteria in particularly sensitive individuals.

F O R B I D D E N H E R B S

Haruki is able to create mood-altering and hallucinatory substances that grant a great sense of euphoria to those that ingest it. A common side-effect of this mixture is the loosening of inhibitions, an increase in creative intuition, sensitivity to the presence of supernatural elements, as well as being unable to experience pain. She usually only makes them for herself, patients who are in agony and near death, or for rich artists and writers looking for inspiration. This substance is addictive and repeated ingestion can cause dependency.

W E A K N E S S E S

H U N G R Y S P I R I T

Due to dependency on the forbidden herbs, Haruki sometimes exhibits weaknesses and sudden fainting spells when trying to detoxify herself by not indulging in the substance. This can last for up to four days, in extreme cases.

D E L I C A T E

Despite her relative ruggedness and agility, Haruki is still a woman, and has limited physical strength and endurance.

T H E M E

A Calm, Gentle Breeze

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「起死回生」

K I S H I K A I S E I

w a k e f r o m d e a t h a n d r e t u r n t o l i f e

N A M E

Kito Haruki 木藤春樹

wisteria(木藤) | (春樹) spring tree

A G E

Twenty three.

A P P E A R A N C E

The first thing people notice about Haruki are her eyes-they are far bigger than most from the mainland-and her skin, which is stained with a subtle tan that becomes more prominent whenever she spends too much time under the unforgiving midday sun. These features mark her as a foreigner, which both renders her conspicuous and invisible at the same time. Conspicuous because she is different, yet invisible because people are dismissive of those who hail from the strange Tokkukoko Islands. Haruki is of a robust build, as one would expect from women who spend much time out in the fields, yet when in the woods, she moves with the hurried grace and precision of a hunted deer.

She carries on her back a black basket made of straw, where she stores the herbs and various medicinal ingredients she has collects on her daily walks, as well as the occasional stray runt she finds along the way. A leather pouch that contains a rudimentary kit of needles, a small mortar and pestle set, catgut strings and a vial of clean water is strapped to her leg, while her hori-hori is stashed in her waistband. Haruki often wears a wide straw hat in an effort to minimize the sun's effects on her skin, but to no avail.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Haruki is usually an even-tempered woman who only speaks when spoken to, but she is always the first to act when there is someone in need. This change in demeanor sometimes translates into impatience when other people impede her work with distractions or clumsiness. She hates hearing about people wanting to die and goes out of her way to do whatever it takes to save people from the brink of death, even though it only extends their life for a few days before death inevitably claims them. While Haruki is outwardly cheerful, internally, she is anything but. The state of the world distresses her greatly and having people die under her care makes her feel extreme guilt. She copes by creating various recreational substances from the herbs she gathers, which grant her what seems to be otherworldly visions that help her escape from the present. Upon learning of the recent wave of technology being used in the capital, Haruki wishes to learn if it can be used to improve the potency of the services her clan provides.

S T R E N G T H S

癒しの刃の道 | T H E W A Y O F T H E H E A L I N G K N I F E

As a student of the Healing Knife guild, Haruki is schooled to see steel as an instrument of life, instead of death. Each student is given a personal hori-hori, each customized to suit the student's medical expertise as well as physicality. Haruki's expertise is creating medication that increases blood flow around the body, as well as creating formulations that help wounds to clot and dry quickly. As these rare herbs are usually found in hostile and remote terrain, Haruki was gifted a peculiarly sharp yet small hori-hori, one that cuts through tough bark and sinew like a knife through butter. Its small size also allows her to keep it hidden, misleading potential marauders or predators to let down their guard when trying to assault her-and gives her the advantage of surprise when she strikes with fatal precision to vital points in their body.

C U T T I N G L E A F

While Haruki is primarily a non-combatant, she is able to hold her own against most predators and a small group of assailants, using her knowledge of anatomy to inflict enough damage to facilitate her escape.

S P I R I T S O O T H I N G H E R B S

Haruki is capable of mixing herbs and substances to combat the onset of illness and infection, as well as minimize pain and delirium in those that exhibit these symptoms.

B L O O D H A R D E N I N G H E R B S

To combat blood loss in the cases of severe cuts or surgical amputations, Haruki is able to make a paste that when applied to a wound, stops bleeding in a few minutes through rapid coagulation.

S P I R I T A W A K E N I N G H E R B S

Although the herbs are usually used for treatment purposes, Haruki can also create mixtures that increase a person's stamina, focus and strength for up to four hours when ingested. However, it also greatly increases the person's appetite and may cause hysteria in particularly sensitive individuals.

F O R B I D D E N H E R B S

Haruki is able to create mood-altering and hallucinatory substances that grant a great sense of euphoria to those that ingest it. A common side-effect of this mixture is the loosening of inhibitions, an increase in creative intuition, sensitivity to the presence of supernatural elements, as well as being unable to experience pain. She usually only makes them for herself, patients who are in agony and near death, or for rich artists and writers looking for inspiration. This substance is addictive and repeated ingestion can cause dependency.

W E A K N E S S E S

H U N G R Y S P I R I T

Due to dependency on the forbidden herbs, Haruki sometimes exhibits weaknesses and sudden fainting spells when trying to detoxify herself by not indulging in the substance. This can last for up to four days, in extreme cases.

D E L I C A T E

Despite her relative ruggedness and agility, Haruki is still a woman, and has limited physical strength and endurance.

T H E M E

A Calm, Gentle Breeze

IC: The Order of Pandora (Victorian-era superheroes)

@BlackSam3091 Thanks! I also quite like your immortal anarchist knight idea.

General Ideas. Seeking Players (Updated)

#1 sounds interesting. Want to continue this via PM?

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@Severance All right. Would you prefer for character sheets to be PMed to you or be posted here?