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a birthday simply marks one more year towards my sell-by date, assuming i haven't crossed it yet
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3 yrs ago
the act of trying is already a huge first step! *REDACTED* that little *REDACTED* 's *REDACTED* up!
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3 yrs ago
twin-tail cat girls, my friends. short or long, twin-tails are the way
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3 yrs ago
preach it, brother; enlightened are the ones who acknowledged their likings for catgirls
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3 yrs ago
the truth is, everyone has a thing for cat girls. the question or not is whether if one is self-aware. once awareness has been reached, the possibilities of anthro-girls are limitless. such is the way
Date of Birth/Place 8th April/Shenyang, Liaoning Province
Special Forces Group People's Armed Police Force
Appearance
Ganzheng is not a particularly imposing individual, standing at roughly 1.78 meters tall and weighing in at 68 kilograms. His slim frame belies the strength in his sinewy muscles, and in combat he is more than able of holding his own. His brown eyes are set into a serious face that is almost eerily stone-like, as if he were truly unable of emoting.
In combat, he chooses to wear the equipment that he is most comfortable with, which would either be the standard camouoflage of the PAPF, or an all-black kit. Outside of combat, he would still choose to wear off-duty fatigues or just a t-shirt with his combat pants and boots.
Profile 'Silk hiding steel' is a phrase most often used to describe the quintessential aristocratic lady of Imperial China. She would be well-versed in etiquette, soft-spoken, and carry herself with a air of grace and elegence. However, should anyone threaten the safety of her person or that of her family, then she would quickly prove them wrong with a clear, sharp mind and an almost ruthless determination to deal with the threat.
Although Ganzheng - a young man hailing from one of China's north-eastern provinces - is perhaps the farthest thing from an ancient Chinese noblewoman, the phrase still fits him rather aptly. On the surface, he displays a rather gentle disposition; always willing to use soft approaches as a first resort, unfailingly polite, and generally a man of a few words.
However, should push come to shove, or should all other efforts be found wanting, Ganzheng has no qualms about resorting to using tough and oftentimes violent methods to achieve victory. Dedicated to both his team mates and his profession, he sees no difference between operational failure and personal failure; the former can only be the result of the latter, as far as he is concerned. As such, in missions, he is a very focused individual, and cares little for accolades or personal glory. He is simply there to get the job done as efficiently as possible.
Ability: Que'qiao (Lit. Magpie Bridge) The Que'qiao Intelligence Gathering Device consists of two main components: A central networking and data collection device called Qiao (Bridge), and five miniature, semi-autonomous drones known as Que (Magpies). The Magpies are, despite their name, not aerial drones. Rather, they are spherical objects measuring approximately two inches in diameter. A central ring housing a camera is sandwiched on both sides by free-rotating hemispheres, which provides propulsion. An inertial propulsion system allows the Magpies to 'jump' over small obstacles and to ascend steps.
Utilising cloud-computing and hive-mind networking technology, the Magpies are able to draw on the Bridge's computational power to bypass most security systems, allowing either the operator to take control of remotely-controlled devices, or for the Magpie to begin data mining and extraction operations. Fitted with a camera and microphone, the Magpies are also capable of carrying out usual surveillance duties. The movements of the Magpies are coordinated by a rudimentary AI onboard the Bridge, thus allowing for minimal operator input in control and deployment; the operator needs only to send the Magpies off on their initial path, and the Bridge would automatically prevent them from getting too close to one another to prevent detection and to maximise efficiency.
Biography Ganzheng grew up in a military family. Starting from his great-grandfather, who had fought in the Boxer Rebellion of 1911, and then took part in the Xinhai Revolution later that same year. His grandfather and granduncles fought as communist insurgents in the North-east of China during the Second World War, and then carried on to serve in the People's Volunteer Army during the Korean War. His father only barely missed taking part in the Sino-Vietnamese war, but did serve in the army during the tumultuous 1980s.
As such, Ganzheng had always known that he would end up serving his country in one way or another. The only difference was that instead of joining the People's Liberation Army, his path took him to the People's Armed Police Force. The PLA, while a respectable force in Ganzheng's eyes, seemed far too hands-off to him; they guarded the frontiers, went on maneuvers, but Ganzheng wanted something more active and more direct when it came to serving the people. He wanted to be there whenever and wherever the people needed him.
Thus, Ganzheng joined his local police department at the age of eighteen. As a patrol cop, he displayed a knack for reading people. He could quite accurately determine whether or not suspects were lying to him based on their expressions, gestures, and manner of speaking. This skill was further developed when his superiors sent him for further training to become an interrogator. However, Ganzheng chose to apply for the Special Police Unit soon after the completion of his course.
With the Special Police Unit, he introduced some rather questionable methods into his set of interrogation tactics. Of course, there were strict regulations on physical means, but as far as Ganzheng was concerned, the PAPF were rather vague when it came to things relating to the psychological. Regardless, he became rather well-known for his ability to extract the truth from suspects. His callsign, 'Er'lang', reflect this; in Chinese mythology, Er'lang is the god bearing the third, truth-seeking eye.
Ganzheng's performance as part of the Special Police Unit impressed his superiors enough that they sent him to Beijing to attend the selection course for the elite Snow Leopard Commando Unit. Though Ganzheng was byno means an exemplary applicant, he did pass selection with above average results. His first year with the SLCU was rather ordinary; he took part in drills, active operations, and generally did everything a trooper could expect to do. In his second year, however, he voluntarily attended courses on electronic warfare, which resulted in him developing the Que'qiao Intelligence Gathering Device over the course of two years.
With his rather specific skill-set, and his commitment to duty, his superiors chose him to represent the PAPF - and by extension, China - in the newly activated Rainbow Seven.
Service History - 2 years with Shenyang Prefecture Garrison, People's Armed Police - Received training as an interrogator - 4 years with Dandong Municipal Special Police Unit, People's Armed Police - Information extraction specialist - 4 years with Snow Leopard Commando Unit, People's Armed Police - Information gathering specialist - Electronic espionage specialist
@DegenerateThree Oh it certainly is. I apologize for the radio silence, I've just been spending this time catching up on some things. You're welcome to join us!
I'll tidy up the discord and drop the link.
What's left to do now is just drawing up a map and finishing up a couple of ops I've got made.
No worries! It’s just been such a long time since I’ve had a realistic military RP that I just really want this to get off the ground.
Vesa listened attentively to her every word, nodding every now and then, his impassive face giving away little of the child-like curiosity bubbling within him. Learning about new lands had always fascinated him, and although his father had thought him plenty about the various Burlian provinces surrounding his, as well as the parts of Stonia his march bordered, the lessons had always been more for the purpose of familiarising him with the terrain should he have to join battle there. Learning about another land solely for the purpose of expanding his horizons felt so much more calming.
He tilted his head slightly at her mention of her gender and lack of actual power, but he held his tongue, waiting for her to finish before voicing his opinions. Interrupting felt improper to him, at that moment. In addition, he had to admit that he was quite entranced with listening to her speak. Perhaps it was her restrained enthusiasm to speak about her realm; from what Vesa knew, most nobles either were too humble, going to the extent of essentially cursing their lands, or were too proud, speaking of their lands as if the rivers flowed with gold and the skies rained ale.
"Lavish, indeed," Vesa agreed with a nod, remembering the well-kept buildings, properly maintained streets, and bustling crowd he had passed on the way to the castle. He cleared his throat, coughing into his fist, before continuing, "Thank you, my lady. That was all very interesting." He paused and bowed his head slightly. "My people were not thrilled when I replaced my father, either. He had thought me how to fight, but little on how to rule. It took me a long time, but I earned their respect, eventually."
He paused again, a ghost of a smile flashing across his face for a split-second. "I am not familiar with how your court is run, my lady, but I think that you will earn their respect, one day." He said, and bowed his head slightly again. He could already hear Raiki berating him in his head for speaking too much. He should have simply nodded, gave his brief opinion, and then changed the subject, her voice was saying. Doing anything more would make him appear as if he was lecturing someone above his station, or something like that. Vesa had not been paying much attention when she had tried to teach him the intricacies of courtly interactions; he had only caught the main points and bits here and there.
Just then, the music began to play. Soft notes floated over the murmuring crowd, slowly filling the air with a gentle melody. Even so, Cassiopeia's invitation caught him off-guard. Dancing had not been something that he had consciously thought of, though he supposed that that made him quite a fool. It was a ball, after all. "Likewise, my lady," He replied, then scratched his neck. "I would like to dance with you, my lady, but I am afraid that I am not a very good dancer." That was, in fact, quite the understatement. Apart from practice sessions with Raiki - the number of which he could count on one hand - Vesa had never actually danced with anyone before.