Renny

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@Buddha I feel like I'm about to get a lot of haters on my next post.

Its gonna make a bunch of people salty.

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

Yea, I sympathize with you. I had do the same not too long ago.

Aloha, crew. Let's see what we can get done today.

Unraveling the World; A Tokyo Ghoul Based Roleplay. ((18+ for gore related reasons))

Jiko Gisei (self sacrifice)

“ These flowers are all I was. They represent me in the here and now. Do you see how they fall between the cracks of my hands. How I’m losing my hold on them. I’m afraid I’m not me anymore and that I never will be again.”

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Personality: Jiko once saw the world in many colors, cherished the individual in everyone and wished for only peace. After the Spade’s Gang declaration of war on humanity, he’s found it exceedingly hard to hold on to these views. The war has spilled over and now it seems like all the world sees is black and white. Ghoul and human. Prey and predator. He often wonders with all the curiosity of a four year old where he fits in that absolute perception. He, a half-human half-ghoul being. He’s been holding back the urge to gorge on another human, hating himself for his mistakes and waiting for his upcomings. While still hoping for a guiding light. He is quite frankly, to be completely blunt, a cry baby.

History: Jiko, since birth was an ill child. The asthma he had inherited from his father was severe enough to homeschool him. He was never allowed to go outside for longer than a hour and had daily doses of his machine to quell the wheezing. Completely foolish and immature, one day he decided he’d had enough of his parent’s watchful eyes and went to the lake near his grandparent’s home. His father and mother was too busy conversing with grandma and grandpa to realize his escape. Unfortunately he hadn’t gotten far. An attack spurred in his chest, collapsing him outside on the ground. He reached for the inhaler he usually carried around but had forgotten in the house. It was that moment that he realized life was meant to be so much more than simply living.

When they noticed he was missing twenty minutes later, he was rushed to the hospital. They stabilized him quickly, reprimanded the parents lightly, and reprimanded him even harsher. It time spent in the car, on the way back home that changed him for the better. It was horrifically silent. No matter how he apologized or pleaded for repose from it, his parent’s only ignored him with a too dedicated amount of effort. It was as if they were no longer there. Only their bodies had been left, he remembered thinking.

The moment they stepped inside, his father knelt down and gripped his arm with such emotion that it hurt. The man looked up with tears swelling and begged him to promise not to scare them like that again. Jiko being the cry baby he was, sobbed uncontrollably and did so.

Years went by and he eventually would get into an incident while traveling with his mother. Since that fateful night over his grandparents’ house she had redoubled her efforts to oversee his health. Now seventeen, he rides with his mother until an accident careens them into a tree. The car is wrapped around a thick trunk when he awakes, his mother’s innards spill from her mouth and she stares towards him with her arm, crooked and broken, reaching out towards him. He fainted immediately from the horror. When he awoke in the hospital nearly three weeks later, he was told they had to transplant his heart.

Since his release, he’s disastrously chomped on his father’s shoulder and fled from home. This being around the time of the Spade’s Gang demands. Now he wanders the dystopian city, starving himself to near death and pondering ways to kill himself.

Mask: None.

Kagune Type: Rinkaku

Kagune Description: His rinkaku takes the form four arrow-headed tendrils, each tendrils is about the length of a pencil in width, with downward curved appendages to shred his opponents following its length to his lower back. These tendrils and curved blade can straighten his tentacles into double-edge blades for cutting or act as a unique projectile and fire off the arrow-head towards his enemies before acquiring replacements one-minute later. His rinkaku offers a less than stellar regenerative rate for some reason.

Affiliation: Independent

Unraveling The World. (M)

Awesome-sauce. I can't wait to be apart of something so gothic and dark.

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

Bogard Sunny;

HARNESSING THE POWER OF PERIOD BLOOD.

BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING RED.

@Buddha

You, my good sir has soiled my reputation

WE DUEL!

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

RED HOOD PIRATES

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Bogard Sunny x Drum Island x Heading towards the Rose Horizon

@Ira @LokiLeo789 @BCTheEntity @Tmitche23 @RyoRyoRyoken @JmerlRobot @NachoBachoPacho @CannedBread

Bogard nodded heartedly. “Funny, I was thinking the same exact thing. Kinda getting tired of running from the Marines though. I’m also tired of not being useful to my crew but who am I to complain,” he admitted somberly. “Welp, let's get the hell out of here, Xerxes!”

A smile surfaced through his words before turning into giddy grin and then into a contagious chuckle. There was no one around them so he felt secure enough to abandon his weapon. He shifted the crimson gladius into a mystical carpet of sorts to sweep up Xerxes five feet off the snowy floor. The cloth was willed to hold him there without giving in to his weight.

It was the power of red and Bogard’s will.

The next time he spoke his voice had touched the microscopic tendrils of red around them, traveling and bounding off each line, jumping from each speck of the color and booming in the ears of all nearby. He could see flickering waves of red, rose, crimson, blood, orange and pink for just that instant in time, for reasons unknown to him. “RED HOODS! LET’S GO BACK TO ROSE HORIZON. LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” He tightened his flesh hand into a fist, screaming these words in hopes of them reaching his crew.

His dash through the snow had sped up suddenly. It was like he was no longer stepping on the snow but instead was touching on the air. It was different from any movement he had ever felt before, it was as natural as if he was running on the flattest land; his speed had not been hampered in the slightest. He pondered for a split-second if he had tapped into something he had never imagined. Thin waves of red flickered in his sights before disappearing all together and flickering again, near invisible colors reflected off the snow.

When he felt a chilling gaze on him, he twisted his sight mid-stride and spotted, The Messenger. She stood on the corner-edge of a blackened, charred house. A porcelain smiled curved on her lips. It was as if she delighted in the slight, terrified, hidden thoughts that someone from his crew wouldn't make it back.

He tried to the touch that indescribable, all surrounding power again but he failed. It was too nimble and small all of a sudden. There was no way he’d catch it, he decided. He hadn't seen how he had done it before. His face became blank as he realized the waves of multi-colored reds had vanished from his vision. Black leather boots sunk deep into the snow but he was quick to resume his exhausting trudge through the hardy ice shards.

It... It felt like red. But could red really be all around me?

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One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

I'm going to read the IC now, take a nap, then wake up and be all like

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

@LokiLeo789

One Piece: Revolution(Closed)

RED HOOD PIRATES

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Bogard Sunny x Drum Island x Fudal’s Giant Tree

@LokiLeo789

A parachute of red dropped him near Xerxes. He was covered in scratches, gashes, cuts, and now a splay of red painted the man’s mouth and the snow around him. He sighed at the sight. After hearing his words he felt inclined to see the man as more than just some objective. Now he actually felt sympathy for him and in turn, animosity towards the marine.

Betrayal...

Bogard’s cloak flashed into his hand, straightening into a gladius-type weapon. The hilt was intricate, the guard strong and broad. The double edge blade was made to be as hard as he could make the color. “Sheesh,” he muttered, squatting down and rubbing his head with the pommel of his sword. “I didn't know so much emotion could come from an animal. I guess my gut was wrong about you… We should talk about you joining my crew after we get you off this island.”

He holstered the man’s arm across his shoulder and lifted him to his feet. Should I cut my losses and retreat? I honestly wasn't expect so much resistance, he thought, as he started to move with the criminal.

"Whattya say, Xerxes, what should we do?"

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@LokiLeo789 Lol Loki's spark-spark and Marxo's black armament haki. One huge blue and two separate smaller black's impacting against each other.

Looks good to me.