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Sensing the flare of energy, Glass pulled on his own ki. In the back of his mind, the Namekian could sense his sons and the two masters fly his way, but he couldn't afford to break his focus. Instead, pushing his energy out as rapidly as possible, Glass moved in front of the android, knocking her arm out of the way. It takes a surprising amount of effort to even do that. The android was clearly powerful, strong enough to call for everything the Namekian had. His anger rose.

"What are you talking about? That's a child, he couldn't possibly stand up to someone as strong as you!" Glass shouted, jumping back and pulling on his energy further, powering up to his full strength. "Besides, the Red Ribbon Army doesn't exist anymore! All that's left is a bunch of sympathizers and apologists, there's no army there!"
"Yes, all the people you've named are dead." Glass looked over at the memorial, where the Son child was still praying. "Goku died of a heart related illness in his early first century, even with medicine to help the synmptoms. Roshi of the Turtle School passed shortly before that, at the incredible age of four hundred. Krillin was one of the longest lived of the Z fighters, and lived well into his second century before passing."

The tailed boy nearby stood and finally noticed the pair nearby. As the child rushed off, Glass again looked at the now calm android. He was still tense, though the distant gathering of powers calmed him some. 'If things get dirty, I'll only have to hold her off for a few minutes. Hopefully I have it in me.'

"So, how does this affect things? What is your mission, and how does Goku's passing affect it?"
Around the pair a sparse forest grew, as the nearby Mt Paozu stood proudly nearby. Although the home of Goku and even Gohan still stood, they had an old look to them, and a plaza had been erected nearby. Under the plaza, a statue of a great golden ape sat, seemingly meditating. A young boy with a tail sat on his knees in front of the shrine.

"This is the final resting place of Son Goku. His ashes are held in the statue in the shrine." Looking around, Glass breathed in deeply, and extended his senses outwards, to the surrounding forest and mountains. "You can still feel the energies him and his sons left behind, after all this time. They say that's why the Son family is still so important within the Turtle School, even though most of their family has very little Saiyan blood. I think the Son boys and girls just like to marry other strong people."

Turning the android standing near him, Glass crossed his arms. "So, I imagine you have a lot of questions."
Watching the android leave the building, Glass took a moment to swallow his nervousness before walking out behind her. "I'll lead the way, you just have to follow. It won't take us long, we're only a few minutes away from where he is. Let's go." With that, Glass floated past the feminine droid and sped off to the East, at top speed.

He assumed the android was following him. It was almost impossible to feel the android, by its very nature the being was part machine. Glass, unnerved, sent a telepathic message to his sons. 'Things may go down hill. Get in contact with the Crane and Turtle Schools masters. If things go downhill, I may need backup.'

Receiving a mental affirmation, Glass continued on at incredible speeds, towards the Son Family Temple.
Narrowing his eyes, Glass flared his energy, slowly powering up in case things got out of hand. "Very well. I'll show you where Son Goku is, but I think you may be disappointed by what you see." Body tensed in anticipation, the Namekian stepped back and motioned to the door.

"After you.. Android."
Glass sat in meditation atop the Lookout, looking out into the skies surrounding him. Reaching down inside himself, the Namekian felt the ebb and flow of his energy, and welcomed the comfort it brought him. Below, he felt the ki of his two sons, Silic and Sodius, as they went about their business on Earth. They both stood out relative to those around them, although many schools amongst the humans had students stronger than even them.

Very few, however, stood a chance against the Guardian of Earth. Floating down from his position on the tower, he felt an approaching energy, and immediately turned to meet it. "Popo, how are you today? Is everything going well?"

The rotund genie nodded his head, smiling at the Namekian. "Yes, everything is going well. I came to remind you of your meeting this afternoon, with Capsule Corp."

It took Glass a moment to put things together. "You mean the awakening of that android they found, from the old Red Ribbon Army?" Popo nodded his head once again. "I see. I doubt the old thing will work, but if it does I can understand their concern. Thank you Mister Popo, I'll be on my way there now."

"Have a nice day, sir." Glass smiled at the genie before taking off, down towards the earth, heading towards West City at a casual pace. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the bustling city.

Cars filled the sky as the crowds made their way back to work from lunch, and pedestrians walked both on the ground and across sky bridges which criss-crossed the down town. Floating between buildings were billboards advertising hair products and insurance sales. Although hardly a city known for its lights, the hustle and bustle was enough to make the afternoon a dizzying haze of lights, colors, and sounds.

In the distance, Glass could feel a bundle of hundreds of moderately powerful ki sources, as well as a handful of stronger ones. One of the Turtle School dojos, if he recalled correctly. He briefly considered fling over to check out some of the fighters, maybe teach them something while he was at it, but ultimately decided he came to the city for a region.

Flying a short distance, he finally found the Capsule Corp Labs. They consisted of a half dozen towers, along with several smaller bunker-type buildings which sat low to the ground. Glass made his way to the one marked '3' from the air, and landing in front of the door, made his way inside.

After talking with an assistant, the Namekian found himself in a large room full of heavy machinery, computers, and different pieces of lab equipment. What stood out the most, however, was the single large capsule in the middle of the room, surrounded by cables and being observed by several interns.

Glass was approached by a older spectacled man. "Ah, Mister Guardian, I presume? I'm Doctor Brief, Thaddeus Brief. I'm the one who asked you come here. You see I'd heard about you from my instructor, I used to be a Crane Student understand, wasn't quite for me though, and remembered you when I thought how dangerous this could be. These androids, you know, they have quite a history and all. I could go on all day about it, but I'm rambling, aren't I?"

The old man glanced over at one of the interns, whom he motioned forward. "Asiz, you know you're supposed to stop me from rambling. Your professor will be hearing about this. Go ahead and start the rejuvenation process. Everyone, at your stations!"

With that, the handful of interns and doctors went to work, Asiz looking exasperated and downtrodden. Glass ignored them all, focusing on the capsule whose interior began to slowly glow. 'This could be big. These Red Ribbon androids are supposed to be on an entirely different level than any since. There's a reason they've been banned for centuries!'

"Wait, Doctor Brief, why are we even reviving this android?" Glass's eyes widened as the capsule flashed brilliantly.

"Five, Four, Three, Two, One! That's it, open the capsule!" Asiz pushed a button, and the capsule door slowly rose.

Fog rolled out of the capsule, and Glass stared into the mist, trying to feel out whatever was in there. Fists clenched, he stepped forward.
I'm interested in playing, maybe a non-worthless human or a namekian.
Name: Awuku Senanu
Family: The Senanu clan does not technically count as their own vampiric clan. Instead, they are vassals of the Anqobe clan, who sired the forefather of the Senanu. This happened some two-thousand years ago, when the Anqobe desired to expand their influence north and west, but did not wish to reside in the more tumultuous and often times arid regions. Instead, a new clan was sired by the Anqobe clan head. He gifted Yaw Senanu, his most trusted servant, with vampiric abilities. With some help from a handful of Anqobe vampires, he established his clan as a local power and legend.

As a clan, the Senanu have held influence over the mouth of the Niger River and its surrounding areas ever since Yaw's exodus. Hundreds of individuals have joined, thrived in, and met their final death bearing the Senanu name. 'Life' as part of this clan was often shorter and more brutal when compared to the vampires of Europe, as most African vampires experienced. The rise and fall of some lesser clans could be measured in centuries, rather than millennium. The average African vampire could be expected to last perhaps two or three centuries, while the most ancient were comparable to those of European descent. However, the Anqobe, and thus the Senanu, stood firm and lasted through the storm.

Things changed for the Senanu when colonists began their gradual takeover. Disease would spread from European goods, infecting blood stock which would in turn affect their vampiric hosts. For some, their domains were overtaken by entirely by the Whites, and when they attempted to fight back were met with cold steel and knowledge of their weaknesses. Once the abundance of African vampires was discovered, the land became something of a hunting ground. Vampire hunting parties, masquerading as missionaries, ventured to Africa to practice their trade against fresher monsters, rather than the often older and more experienced European brand.

By the end of the 19th century, much of Africa felt the yolk and heel of the Europeans, and the local vampire lords were no exception. Even some European clans had sent representatives to potentially gain footholds on the continent, but these were often expelled if they lacked imperial backing. Following the Scramble for Africa, however, the political landscape has vastly changed. Rival clans could come and go as they please, and many from saw the new colonies as potential havens if the hunters grew too powerful in Europe. The times are changing, and the Senanu must change with it or face the consequences.

Familial Political Support: Conservative. The Senanu and Anqobe wish to relive the times of old, when they were feared and did not have to worry about being hunted by Europeans. Above all they desire to have their hunting grounds returned; But know that's very unlikely.

Appearance:

True Age: 200

Blood Lust Affinity: Scandinavians. Early after his turning, the Danish and Swedish outposts were a favorite, if dangerous hunting ground of his. Although he hasn't known their taste for some time, Awuku still thirsts for them.

History: Awuku Senanu, sired by Kofi Senanu, sired by Yaw Senanu, is one of the younger members of the Senanu family. However, although being young by vampiric standards, he has a measure of influence in the clan, being third in line to inherit the title of clan head for the Senanu. Awuku was sired by Kofi, who saw great potential in him after he fought against missions from Sweden, Denmark, and the Netherlands. As a young warrior with a name and pride, Kofi took him under his wing, testing him and putting through dozens of trials measuring his worth.

For Awuku, the power of being an adze, or Ewe vampire, was welcome indeed. It allowed him to fight alongside his new clan, against the scourges that sought to exploit his people, as well as outside tribes that held his disdain. He did not know that he was little more than an expendable soldier at the time. Still, as he rose through the ranks and became a favored of Kofi, the man realized that he held a measure of power which brought the enmity of his peers. Despite this, he accepted his position in this new life, becoming the clan head's right-hand in times of need.

Following his region's colonization, Awuku was chosen as one of the few to learn about the intruders. He learnt English, French, and German as well as how to shoot a gun and the ways of the White man. For a decade he lived in one of the European strongholds, masquerading as a trader to serve his clan in many ways. Now, he has been tasked with leaving Africa, making his way to London to make contact and open discussions with the families of Europe. This mission could potentially make or break his position in the Senanu family, setting up as potential first heir or dropping him to the bottom of the pecking order.
I'm potentially interested.
Yo!

I'm interested in trying out one on one RPs, but I'm not big on romance. I've never done anything one on one before, so I'm a rookie at this. I'm fine with OCs, as long as you're cool with me using one. I'm also cool with freeforming a setting for something original, or world building beforehand. I have a couple of settings I've made in the past, but nothing too great.

I prefer playing male characters. I adore action and drama. I would consider myself Advanced, so I can post anywhere from a few paragraphs to a page or two a day. My schedule is fairly open.

Quick list of some things I'm interested in.

Generic Fantasy
-With world building before or during.
Generic Sci Fi
-Same as above
Modern Fantasy
-Again, same as above
Star Wars
ATLA/LoK
Walking Dead/Zombies
World Of Darkness (Old or New)
Naruto (Ignoring some major plot)
Bleach (Ignoring some major plot)
Pokemon (Done Semi-Realistic, but not Grimdark)
Log Horizon

I'm also on a Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) binge. I can provide some interesting ones, but I wouldn't mind exploring some of the possibilities.
Power Armor CYOA pt.1
Power Armor CYOA pt.2
Generic Fantasy CYOA
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