Sathanas Rex

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

Thank you sir. Classical mythology is the one thing I am relatively well-versed in. When you study Aesop in original language, he kind of gets beaten into your head. If he's not, you fail.

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

dammit guild lagged on me. Sorry for double post.

I will instead use this space to comment upon the figure of the Dog in classical greek mythology. He's complex, seen as the incarnation of man's best and worst virtues. Reading Phaedrus or Aesop, you encounter so many fables where the dog is either vain or faithful, and so on. I wanted to reflect this when I crafted my character.

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

Precisely as you asked, a street level character. With connections to the hotshots!

the Dog

Name: Jack Jones, also known as Dog.

Age: somewhere in his thirties.

History: He was raised in the slums of Arcadia. Despie the rampant crime and destitution, his parents tried to live a life as honest as they could. His mother, however, was almost constantly ill and constantly unhappy. She was a woman born into high standing, but cast out from her family after an affair with a nobody -- Jack's father -- brought a son. Consequentially, she saw Jack as the incarnation of all her afflictions, the cause of her predicament, and berated him at every opportunity. His father was not often around to protect him from his mother's wraths, but when he was, he often reacted violently, further increasing Jack's guilt.

Convinced he was the one tearing the family apart, Jack fled to the streets. Unable to sustain himself easily, Jack turned to dealing and producing Dreamwalker on behalf of others. He was very good at the job, determined, tight-lipped and efficient, and earned himself the nickname of Dog. It was derogatory, of course, but Jack didn't care, he liked it. He was a dog, at heart, determinedly pursuing something better than his current situation. He promised himself he'd go someplace else as soon as he had the money.

His decision was only made faster after a run-in with a girl named Aurora, whose life had been completely wrecked by the very drug he had a hand in. He never met her again, but left the Dreamwalker scene. And so Jack was on the streets again, if a bit more worn and considerably more rich. For a time he turned to alcohol, hallucinogens, anything to distract his mind from his situation, and his soul from the gnawing feeling this wasn't what he was supposed to do.

Now broke and confused, Jack wandered for a while. He was picked up by a gang led by an enigmatic man named Fox. Fox spoke of a new dawn of Arcadia, something different, a better era. Fox was charismatic, and Dog believed him. He felt at home, as if he was worth something, as if he could accomplish something. Jack worked for Fox, entirely swayed by his smile. He carried out all tasks given to him with determination and efficiency. He desperately wanted to see the new era Fox spoke of. This carried on for some time. He had a girlfriend, Lily, and eventually a daughter, Mary. Jack was happy.

But brutal murder after explosion, He started to see that maybe the new era Fox spoke of wasn't one of order, but of anarchy. Horrified, he realized his work had sped up the consuming anarchy. He felt betrayed, but also furious at himself for not understanding soon enough, for not seeing through Fox. He was in too deep at this point, but had to escape, somehow. That didn't work out very well. In retribution, Fox's goons shot Lily and his daughter.

Now, the Dog hunts the Fox, pursuing order. He's working with a detective, Alessandro Bertolli, to usher Arcadia into peace. By any means necessary.

Personality: At heart, Jack is an honest person. He wants to do good and wants good things for himself. The society in which he lives in has always frustrated him. He's not strong-willed, and New Arcadia poses so many temptations. He's fallen into many dark places and traps before. His insecurity used to be crippling, but he's working on it. It assaults him when he's not sure what he must do. When he does know, conversely, he's dogged. Jack is pragmatic, and at the same time an idealist. He can be a bit slow to grasp a concept, but gives himself heart and soul to it once it has been embraced. Jack is loyal, but prone to bursts of vanity and greed. His base desire for personal wealth often is in conflict with his higher calling, the wealth and well-being of the whole, for which he feels very strongly.

Skills:Keen sense of smell, deep knowledge of drugs (how they're made, chemically, who to go for them, their street price, everything), proficient with various weapons of mass destruction (thanks, Fox), fledgeling detective's intuition courtesy of Beast.

Other:

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additional question, where are we drawing the line between folklore and mythology? I see p much everyone else here has been really nice and chosen characters only from literature, so maybe I should do that too? If so I don't mind, but I'd like to know how many options I have.

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

>Implying the bible isn't a fairy tale ;D

that said it's fine, I'll go look for something fabley

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

the archangel. Also somebody who wants to bring order to NA. By any means necessary, if necessary.

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

I actually wanted to use gabriel for my character

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I'm still here! I've been keeping up with the ic and things. I might even have a character idea.

Gobigakure no Sato - A Naruto Roleplay

yay for elaborate fight sequences!

Pasta, I dunno what's up with your post, but they should meet at a bar or something.

Gobigakure no Sato - A Naruto Roleplay

Shou | Up and about

Daiken stretched, grinning. "Let's make this good," he said. Finally, something to interrupt the monotony. "We probably don't want any weapons."

Shou looked at Daiken's axes, and his comparatively huge arms. Unarmed combat wasn't Shou's strong side, but he'd much rather take a punch to the face than an axe to the head. He yanked on his own weapon and it uncoiled just like it should. With a few swift movements he'd gathered it all up and thrown it aside far enough for it not to interfere in the fight.

He fell into a stance, center of gravity low, legs bent, and circled around his opponent. Shou positioned himself in a similar stance and tried to match his opponents movements.

Daiken knew his opponent was older, and probably more skilled. He couldn't make any brash movements. He did have the advantage in strength and reach, however -- getting Shou into a grapple would probably be a good idea. He threw a jab.

Shou blocked it easily with his right arm, surprised at how little force his opponent had used, it didn't stun him for long and he immediately threw out his left hand against Daiken's face, using the momentum from his block to fuel the attack.

Daiken stepped outside the attack and moved to grab Shou's thrusting arm. If this succeeded, it would be followed by an elbow to the face. Daiken was confident as he moved that a similar attack would finish the fight. He grabbed hold of the limb, but Shou's long, slender arm offered little in the way of grip. before the elbow could connect Shou had mannaged to slip out of Daiken's hold and retreated just far enough to avoid the attack.

"You have to try harder than that." Shou said, but took an extra step backwards. If that elbow had connected he would be walking around with a black eye for a week.

"Good job on avoiding that," Daiken replied, cheerfully. He moved closer to him, trying to angle for his blind spot.

Shou didn't let him. The thinner ninja watched for the short time during a step where you're standing on one leg, when your balance is at its worst. Just as Daiken moved his foot Shou attacked. He raised his left leg, which had been behind him. At the same time he turned his right foot around almost to the point where his toes were pointing backwards. His hip was forced to go along with the movement and Shou extended his left leg to strike.

"Not the best of ideas!" Daiken blocked the kick with an arm. He grimaced as it connected, but was unfazed. He tried to grab Shou's leg with his other arm, twisting as he did so, already preparing to throw him out of balance. The leg proved much easier to grab than the arm, and the twist was more than Shou could handle. His right foot left the ground and he was falling with no chance of saving himself. He landed hard on his back, but managed to keep his head up. Daiken still held his leg firmly and everything Shou could think was "He'll use me as a club".

Daiken was going to lift Shou up and spin-throw him -- a better opportunity would never present itself -- but Shou kicked his hand with his free leg and scrambled back.

"You're done!" Daiken exclaimed, gathering chakra in his fist. It crackled and pulsed like a gathering storm, materializing as blue flickers. He let loose a punch. "Canopy Trimmer!"

Shou was flung back like a rag doll, limbs flailing. The ground rippled as if stirred by an ethereal wind. Daiken's opponent lay limp before him, convulsing.

"Well, at least I stretched," he said, grinning while Shou's convulsing body stopped moving.

Daiken moved towards him. He extended a hand. "Stand up, if you can. We should go grab a drink, or something."

"Not until we're done."

The voice came from behind, and in front of Daiken's eyes Shou disappeared in a puff of white smoke. As he turned to see where the voice had come from his eyes widened in surprise.

His opponent, Shou, along with four perfect clones. They were al standing in a basic fighting stance, some defensive, some offensive. Before Daiken had any chance to speak all five Shou's attacked in unison. They all attacked differently. One made a flying kick from the left, another a straight punch to the face from the right, the third went for a straight kick to the stomach, the fourth went low, aiming for Daiken's legs and the last used accelerated speed to attack Daken from behind. All five attacks would land aproximately at the same time. No chance to dodge them all.

Daiken hit the ground, crippled. The clones vanished, leaving an amused Shou looking down at his opponent.

"At least you stretched," he said.

"Oh yeah."

The backhand sent Shou flying. He grimaced and spat. "Was that," he asked, "was that a perfect kawarimi?"

Daiken extended a hand. "All thanks to our bout, I'd say. It's good to practice some old techniques."

Shou took it. "That drink sounds nice about now."