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Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

I made some pre-established relationships. I hope that's okay for the story.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Ezekiel Chisel

Ezekiel would sip the glass in his hand as he looked up to Earl to give him a slight grin of recognition. He would then turn to hand the empty glass to his servant, a young prole he brings with him for protection and such. In the process he would roll his eyes giving a quick disgusted glance towards Earl.

"Is there something you have against him, sir?" The young prole would ask taking the glass only adding on to the number of things he was already holding for the Technocrat.

"Other than him being a huge kiss arse...no." He would reply moving through the crowd. "The fact that he even invited me to this 'party' is insulting."

"And why is that, sir?"

"Business, my boy. He needed some...protection."

"Does it have to do with that mysterious murderer that people have been talking about?"

"Of course. The man was scared shitless...aswell as some other colleagues of mine. Apparently he's going around killing other Wealthy people. I wish he'd try and take me on."

"Did you give him what he needed?"

Ezekiel would laugh grabbing another drink off a nearby droids plate. "Of course not. The man was offering much too light of a price."He would gulp down the drink in a single sip, before handing yet another to the boy. "The man probably invited me here so I could butter up and accept his outrageously greedy price. But let me tell you, Ezekiel Chisel is never easily persuaded."

"I guess women are an exception..." The young prole would whisper jokingly.

Ezekiel would chuckle in unison with the boy, patting him on the head in a drunken motion. "Would I be a gentleman if I let the lady sleep alone?"

The drunken Technocrat would dig into his pocket puling out his attached pocket watch. He would squint at the watch's hand before shoving the watch back into the pocket and taking his coat which laid on his servant boy's arm. "I need to meet with someone later. Come." He would put on his coat straightening the cuffs and adjusting his hat then start to maneuver through the dancing Technocrats as his boy followed in a quick haste trying to keep up.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Ezekiel Chisel

Age: 29

Social Class: Technocrat

Employment: Weapons Crafter/Dealer

Skills and abilities:

Expert Handgun accuracy- With his profession his creating and inventing new ranged weaponry, his skill in using them is something that came naturally

Expert Hand-to-Hand combat- Since he was a teenager his father trained him to become a skilled fighter in many cruel and enduring ways. Though his father knew this would make him hated by his son, he knew his intentions were for the best.

Improved Strength in left arm- Though it started off as a simple machine that was able to help move and carry heavier handguns and weapons, Ezekiel soon used it for his own personal needs, going through many painstaking surgeries and such to combine the machine with his own skeleton. Giving him robotic strength.

Equipment: Two Steam Revolvers and his Signature Wooden rifle. A concealed steam colt in his inner coat pockets.

General Back Story: In his childhood days, Ezekiel always lived in the shadow of his Father, Dr. Chisel, famous weapons dealer. Though Ezekiel knew the business his father dealt with was corrupt he would soon join the profession too. When his Father died, Ezekiel took his place as a Primary Weapons Dealer and creator. The death did not affect Ezekiel as much as people thought it would. Ezekiel always hated his father so when he died it only allowed Ezekiel to move up in his line of work.

Digital vs reality which version is your reality?

Can I still join?

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Seichi Hino

"Understood, Sensei." The boy would say in a soft voice. Seichi of all people was the most strucken by Sensei's decision. He felt a thrall of emotions at the idea of leaving Toko, but he knew it was for his protection. The boy would raise his hands and put them behind his head as his big blue eyes started into the sky. "I guess this just means we have to work extra hard then, right?" Seichi would say trying to bring light to the disappointing news. He would clench his fist in anger as memories of him and Toko flashed through his mind. I promise I'll see you again, Toko! The genin would make the mental promise to himself as the fire in his eyes lit up with intensity. He would then glance over at Asuka, understanding how she must have been feeling too. Asuka too!

"L-o-l. Don't let Toko distract you now on this mission." He would say to his female friend locking eyes with her. "Don't worry, we'll be back before you know it."

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

I'm interested. I'll get one up after someone else.

Zombie apocalypse [Accepting]

Isaac strolled down the hall with his restroom pass stuffed into his pockets. He always needed his daily restroom break during the day. He would come to abrupt stop as her heard the high screech of the siren echo throughout the building, followed by screaming. Running down the hall he would then come upon what seems to be a group of people fighting. "What's going on?" He would say to himself inspecting the chaos closely. His eyes would widen as he saw what appeared to be undead coming in numbers. The scene would look like an average zombie movie killing montage.

The team would finally move, about exiting the school. He would follow the group to see an older girl backing into the school in nervousness. "I don't know." He would reply to the girl. "The school is probably already flooding with other from the rear entrances. Either way I'd say it best to just stick with this group at the moment, they seem to know what they're doing."

Zombie apocalypse [Accepting]

Oh! I hope it was alright. I put my CS in the char section.

Zombie apocalypse [Accepting]

Character's Name: Isaac Grey

Age: 15

Physical appearance: Isaac has a thin build with a muscular toning. He stands at 5'7 and has slick black hair and brown eyes. Usually wearing solid colored sweaters with skinny joggers and athletic shoes. His face is one that expresses a look of exhaustion when in actuality he is jumping with energy.

Special abilities: Expert level Martial arts and endurance (Incredibly clumsy)

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Seichi Hino

As the wind blew across his face, Seichi would stand fidgeting in anticipation. He would nod to Toko as he joined the two by the gate. As Seichi stood he would be at the same time deep in thought about the mission. Seichi never really knew what happen on mission, other than his dad's old stories which he didn't believe half of the time. He didn't really know what the group thought of him at the moment. So far he's had minimal interactions with the others, excluding Asuka and Toko. Maybe I should change my act.

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"Seichi! Get off the table!"

"Okay...okay!"


"God! If you're serious about being a shinobi you need to learn how to act more mature! And go put a shirt on willya!"

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Mature. Those words echoed throughout the boy's mind. Was he mature enough to be ninja? Did the others think he was mature? As the questions left his mind unanswered he would look over at his sensei who's face laid buried in her book. "So Sensei, this mission has to do with that organization right?" Seichi would say pacing in front of her in a relaxed state. "Whats this organization business gotta do with us and being special and all?"