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The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

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Stepping outside the fabric store with bounty in hand, Mika turned to Katashi and smiled at him.

“You know you’re my first boyfriend,” Mika told him with great vulnerability and confidence that he would still accept her.

Katashi turned and smiled back. ”Really? Even with all those worshippers throwing themselves at your feet?” Katashi joked as he carried a part of Mika’s haul in his other hand. ”It’s kind of cute, now that I know.” He teased as he nudged Mika.

Mika giggles.

“Worshipping is one thing, but loving is different,” Mika pauses and looks at Katashi, “Do you want to continue the fun?”

Katashi nodded. ”Of course. I don’t think Alice was expecting me to report back so soon.” The Red Tiger added. It seemed odd how Alice interacted with Mika before sending the two on their way from the birdcage. Almost as if…

Oh that crafty lady…

Mika frowned and wondered if Katashi would be mad at her. She fidgeted with the ends of her dress as a cute little nervous tick. She looked at him with a soft expression.

“Do you mind if we get something to eat first?” Mika pauses, “I didn’t get my coffee and...I have different dietary needs.” she blushed and looked away.

The Ghoul nodded and smile. He could just order coffee. ”Where were you thinking of going?” Katashi asked as he looked around. No briefcases in sight was a very good sign for him. Not having to deal with Doves right now would be great.

Mika jumped excitedly.

“I know of a place,” Mika said, “It’s a little out of the way. But it’s a very cute cafe. I mean nothing will be as cute as the Birdcage. But it’s very East meets the West.”

She stares at all she bought and kind of goes pink, “Let….me call my driver.” she mumbles because certainly Katashi will think horrible things about her when she says phrases like that. Normal people didn’t have drivers. But she did get carried away.
Hey, if you got it, why not? Katashi shrugged, but he could tell by her blush that she seemed awkward about the whole thing. ”Oooh, I could get use to that.” Katashi smirked and laughed, trying to cheer Mika up about the situation.

It works as she smiles at him and gives him a sultry look, “Well stick with me Katashi and I’ll spoil you rotten.” She winks. And then she realizes that might have been more seductive than what she was going for. She flails her hands around and nervously blushes. Oh! Why would she say that to him.

She pretends to look for her phone and takes it out of her purse. Calling a number, it rings, until she gets an answer, “Sasaki-san.”

“Juubei-san, can you pick me up at the fabric store? I got carried away,” she says sweetly.

“Right away ma’am, I will be there soon,”Juubei hangs up and she still try to keep her distance from Katashi. She had a habit of getting carried away like that. She also wondered what Natsuya was going to say, he could be. She appreciated and loved Alice, even Natsuya. Sometimes though he could be kind of stiff and stern. She remembers the time Natsuya gave a lecture to one of her fans for stealing a pair of her panties out of her bag. It was a long lecture too, he spent an hour in the dressing room talking to them. It was sweet, but embarrassing.

Katashi laughed at Mika’s joke. ”Well, I’ll be looking forward to it.” He replied with his own wink. The two then waited patiently for the driver to turn up. If Mika recommended this shop, then it had to be good. Sooner or later, a limo started to pull into view. ”Oh wow, you weren’t kidding,” He said in surprise. Sure, it was going to be a nice car, but still. Damn.

Mika felt only a tinge of more embarrassment.

“I….am sorry,” Mika said, “Is this too showy?” As she asked Juubei, a tall man, around 6ft, in a black and white suit with sunglasses, and a bald head walked out from the driver’s side. The ebony skinned man bowed at the both of them.

“Will the gentleman be joining us?” he asked, “Where is Oda-san?”

Mika wanted to sink into the cement. She was use to all of this treatment, but she wondered if it made Katashi think lesser of her. The girl who was born to wealthy parents and inherited their heritage after their death. Who basically could skate on by without consequence.

“He….had another job,” Mika mumbled, “Yes, this is Katashi. He will be joining us. We were thinking of heading up to the Buddha Bean Cafe.” Juubei bows.

“Of course ma’am, let me put your bags away,” Juubei told her.

Oooh. She felt so spoiled right now.

Katashi blinked at Juubei has the chauffeur took the bags in his hand. He really wasn’t used to it, but bowed back in gratitude as the driver packed away the bags. Wanting to save Juubei the job, Katashi wasted no time in opening the door for his new girlfriend. He didn’t know how Mika wanted to be seen with Katashi by others for now. He could try and pass as a replacement bodyguard?
”After you, Mika.”

Mika giggled and got into the limo. This was fun. She had never felt like she had met her prince charming before, but today that’s what it felt like. With her phone out, her face got a bit bright pink and hot. There was already a blurry picture of her and Katashi on the internet as a leaked video. She began to waves her hands and squeal in a girlish way.

Katashi immediately darted inside hearing the high pitch noise coming from the limo. ”Mika!? What’s wrong?” He asked in alarm, thinking something was wrong.

She showed him the image of the video already being posted up.

“We’ve….” she pauses, “We’ve been made public. What is Honda-san going to say. She’s going to start barking orders at me. And and, but it makes me so happy.”

Katashi started rubbing the back of his head awkwardly for assuming so quickly. ”Ah, I thought you were in trouble.” He laughed nervously. Katashi closed the door behind them. ”Who is Honda-san?”

“My agent,” she replied, “If I am in trouble, I’ll scream your name real loud.” she told him.

Katashi chuckled. ”Noted, hehe.” He nodded. ”Sooo, that video will probably spread, right?” Katashi asked. It suddenly dawned on the Ghoul that he wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet about it with the others. Not that he was embarrassed by it, but he was hoping Mika would tell everyone whenever she was ready for them to know. ”Will your agent be mad?”

“It will,” Mika replied, she thought about it, “Honda-san won’t be mad. But she might make you sign a contract.” Mika smiled, “It’s nice being with you Katashi. But uh…” she paused it only dawned on her now as the car began to take off, “dates might get awkward with Natsuya. Not that I don’t want a date with you when I am being protected by Natsuya. But more like you’re okay with that.”

Katashi’s eyes widened at the mention. ”Oh yeah, Natsuya… Eh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Natsuya likes me, right?” He asked in what was probably hopeless desperation. Natsuya has his… tendencies. No doubt he would try to have a “chat” with Katashi whenever he finds out.

Mika looked at Katashi with a little smile.

“I don’t know if Natsuya really likes anybody other than mildly tolerates them in a friendly manner,” Mika pauses, “You should have seen the glare he gave me when I posed in a bikini for a photoshoot to sell swimsuits.”

”That… doesn’t help.” Katashi chuckled. It would probably take a lot of getting used to with Mika’s lifestyle, but if that’s what it took to help make Mika happy, to protect her, then adapt Katashi would. ”So, you been to this… Buddha Bean before? What are the patrons like?” He asked curiously. Judging by looking out the window, they were getting awfully close to CCG headquarters. Katashi shifted in his seat.

Mika noticed Katashi getting nervous. She never thought about the location being close to the CCG headquarters before, only now did it dawn on her. But Katashi didn’t have to fear, placing her hand on his hands she smiled, “The CCG won’t hurt you because you’re on a date with a cute girl.” she smiles trying to reassure him.

Most of the patrons she saw there were people with lower wages, convenient store workers, people passing it on the way. But she loved it because of its unique and quaint design. It use to be a Japanese general goods store, then it was turned into a restaurant, to finally be converted to the cafe of today.

“People come and go, it’s not very busy, so I thought you’d like it,” Mika said, “Plus it looks super cute.”

Katashi turned and smiled at Mika, squeezing her hand softly. It really did calm him down. ”I believe you.” He smiled. It was probably going to be nothing wrong, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. ”If you like it, I’m sure I’ll like it.” He reassured her.

Mika smiles.

“And if you don’t like it, that is okay too,” she said, as the car began to slow down a little bit at the corner of the Buddha Bean Cafe. Everything would be fine. Again today the sun was shining and the shining sun meant a great day.

The car stopped and Juubei walked out, and around the car to open the door for Katashi and Mika.

“Sasaki-san, Katashi-san, your destination,” Juubei told them.

”Uhmm…” Katashi murmured before stepping out of the limousine. He waited for Mika to exit the vehicle before turning to Juubei and bowing. ”Thank you very much, Juubei.” He said politely, wanting to be kind to the driver.

Juubei bowed at Katashi one more time, “Sir it is my pleasure.” He looked at Mika, “Would you like me to stay here?”

Mika looked at Juubei and smiled, “I think it will be fine if you go. I’ll call if I need anything else Juubei-san, Thank you very much. You’re always there when I am in a pinch.”

“Of course ma’am,” Juubei bowed and closed the door behind them. Mika grabbed Katashi hand.

“Are you ready? This might go on the internet as well,” she told him honestly.

Katashi laughed. ”It’s already happened once. Not like we can avoid it now.” He joked slightly. It was true though. No point trying to stop the inevitable. Katashi held the door open for Mika, entering the Buddha Bean Cafe.

The place definitely was east meets west, as the shoji door was replaced as a window, they still had a noern, and you could tell where they once had store shelves. That had been painted to look like upscale middle class shelves. She wasn’t use to seeing people here.
There was a young man with brown hair, he was actually kind of cute not as cute as Katashi, but cute. A young woman already trying to take a seat quick, she was wearing a button down shirt too, but it wasn’t tucked in. She was very pretty, Mika wondered if she had any beauty tricks she could use.

One of the man was classically handsome, albeit a bit gaunt, but when he turned around exposing his left she gasped a little. That poor man, she hugged Katashi a little for comfort. She was trying to reassure Katashi though they were just business workers. She hoped.

She saw no cases with them. They hadn’t immediately tried to attack Katashi. Or recognized who he was. Did he want to stay or go?

Katashi looked at the decor smiling until he noticed the trio of people. Katashi of course hugged Mika back, wrapping an arm around her as they walked to find seats of their own. However, the thing kept around one of the men’s necks wasn’t exactly any normal kind of trinket. That was a Quinque. Of fuckin’ course it was. Katashi had ran into a Dove once or twice. He never killed one, always just enough to escape.

Katashi averted his gaze, just smiling and looking at Mika as Katashi looked for what was hopefully going to be quite isolated from those three. Something about those scars. That particular dude was one creepy guy. He prayed to god he wouldn’t run into that man in a dark alley.

“I am going to get a pastry, coffee cake sounds good, and a,” she stared at the menu, she thought about Katashi in that moment, “cup of coffee.” she smiled looking at Katashi next.

Katashi smiled back, also looking through the menu. [color=9e0b0f“I’m not feeling that hungry right now, but a coffee sounds lovely.”[/color] The Ghoul replied as he turned away from the menu. There was nothing to worry about. It’s not like Doves found out by scent. How could he worry? He was simply enjoying a date with Mika.

Mika smiles and walks up to the pretty cashier, “Two coffees and a coffee cake please.” The woman nods her way.

She hoped there would be no problems on these beautiful day.

Katashi just kept smiling as Mika walked back. The smile wasn’t just a show for the Doves. He was genuinely happy being with Mika. No one would ruin this moment.

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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There we go I think it's good now. And I put up my Classification. Added things which I sort of also put in the discord and then told you here. Ye! lol

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Victor Warren a.k.a Sexy Beast

Victor Clay Warren

Age: 32

Alias: HemoGoblin
“Don’t give me that look. Can I not have fun with it?”

Alignment: Villain

Loyalty: Reflections

“Look this world needs change whether or not we agree on how to do that, it’s obvious to me that this world is run by the heartless. And somehow they have influenced the ones with heart and soul to believe that they have a heart. How did we get to that point? That we think what is happening to our politics and government is okay. How did we get to that point where we sit back and take the shit we are given to us without a single protest? Is it because we were promised great rewards after? Bullshit I say. When will you see that great reward they promised you. Never. Not even on your deathbed. That’s when the regret will finally kick in.”

Appearance:

The man looks like he was chiseled straight out of stone. If there was ever a man who you’d associate with your ideal it would be Victor. At thirty-two he seems well taken care of for someone his age, near in peak condition. Ripped with muscles and standing at an impressive height he gives the impression of an indomitable force.

Handsome, with a square jawline with blond hair slicked back. He gives the impression of a lady killer, especially in his rather expensive looking suits and ties he likes to adorn from time to time. He’s either seen in a trench coat or seen in his lab coat when he is working. With polished black shoes.

Making Calls Looking Badass

At 6’4”, 193 cms, and 200 pounds at 90 kgs, it’s clear he might on average be the tallest man in the room. And he commands the rooms attention on himself just by his presence and charm alone. He gives a smile and a dark witted remark, and many are enamored by this caucasian American male.

I can pose in flowers if I want to

His voice is rich and smooth, with a deep bass to it, that he tends to lighten up playfully when he is cracking a joke or making some sort of witty commentary about something. He also tends to have a playfully camp voice as well, the one he uses when he’s being a complete and total tool about something. Often reserved for people he likes to tease.

HemoGoblin

“A fun nickname I hope everyone starts calling me by.” -winks-

A towering figure stood in front of you blocking your path. He seemed confident in the way he stood and the stance he took. You could almost imagine whomever was behind the mask smirking, no it was too close to embodiment the mask was smirking at you. This man before you in an elegant garb for a costume somehow believed or came to the conclusion that he would win this battle no matter what you did.

How could someone stand so stoic, move like a gargoyle, and be that impressively tall at the same time was beyond you. He cracks his knuckles, which are covered by black leather gloves and rolls his shoulders back.

A man in that suit, with those pants and that coat thought he could take you on. Take on anyone was an impressive thought to humor.

Classy BadSassy

“Do you want it quick or slow? Your death that is,” the man asked with such brazen confidence, that it nerved you. He shook you with a booming voice that was self confident, bold, and deep.

You could not stop staring at the mask, a disfigure squash looking face, was that his representation of a goblin in silver? The one thing you could admire in this moment was the attention of detail of at least having the costume match his mask.

Silver Goblin

You gesture for him to bring it on and he just gives a tough, hmmm before coming in to commence the showdown.

Personality

Motivations: He would like to find a world worth looking at, when people come into his place of work looking for drugs he doesn’t see drug addicts. He sees people who were failed by a broken system. He sees people with lives so empty they have to fill the void with something. The people aren’t sick the society is.

And he much rather watch this current empire burn, so a new one could take its place, one where people who cared about people ruled and people who didn’t care burned. He’d like a world easier for Jamie to navigate, a world that was open and honest with its problems and dug out the infections where it lie.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Marital Status: Single

Likes:

Tennis - There’s nothing like a good sport that requires short shorts, tight tank tops, and a good swinging arm. Of course he doesn’t just do it for that factor, but it’s a nice addition. Honestly it invigorating as an exercise and easy to pick up because most parks have a tennis court. Side Note; Arturo will not play tennis with Victor unless he is allowed a long sleeve shirt and pants. Also extra side note before fangirls ship them together, Victor has no romantic attraction to Arturo and sees him like an extra little brother to tease.

Dessert - It’s the best part of the meal and it’s what people chose to make themselves feel better about their lives. Cannot eat too much of it though because I am trying to keep a figure here and I don’t think I’d look very beautiful fat.

Medical Journals - I know what you’re about to say, most people think medical journals are boring. They are trust me. But they give you a good idea of where medicine is advancing and I am not all cupcakes, witty jokes, bad puns, and pick up lines. I can have a serious moment too.

Puns - Talking about puns. Victor likes a good pun or two or three. He’s the one who came up with Meat Space, Veinacles, and HemoGoblin after all. He’s also come up with other play on words that haven’t always landed right and he’s certainly sure either Arturo or his younger brother have absolutely about died with embarrassment for how many bad jokes he has made.

Dislikes:

Shitbags - What’s a shitbag? What else, shit in a bag. A shitbag is someone who doesn’t realize they are shitbag and cannot even smell their own shit because they are so far up their own ass it’s reversed and turned into a little bag called them. What makes someone a shitbag? Doing shitbag things. Lying to doctors for more drugs. Kicking a wounded puppy when its down. Torturing people for no other reason. Petty revenge or petty crimes.

Heartbreak - What’s worse than physical injury? Literally unraveling at the seams. Falling out of love is such a horrible experience. He wish he could just gift wrap love into a small box and comfort someone with love who needed it the most.

Family Time - Exception J-bean [Jamie]. Family is another way of spelling Fuck You. They are the first things you have in your life. And while you’re developing who you are they do everything around you to fuck that up. Your little baby wires disconnect because your family spells love with trauma and bad parenting. But you’re still obligated to love them. And I do love them. I just dislike spending time with them.

Crosswords - Whomever designed these things should be burned at the stakes for witch craft. I have big handwriting, I cannot fit little letters in the little boxes.

Derangement:

Cruelty, Victor never been any kind of the saint. Though it seems the more he uses his ability the more Victor becomes cold to the idea of death. You won’t see him grieving over the death of other people, even his own family members. He really has become stone cold to the idea of death. Beyond that Victor has a bit of a mean streak as of late, being more comfortable with the idea of threats, intimidation tactics, and cruel methods to get what he wants.

History

Victor’s life wasn’t something really special to celebrate or really something for him resent either. It was just a life. Especially during his early years. There was nothing he’d admire or say was noteworthy in his early years.

Beside perhaps the birth of his brother Jamie when he was ten. Mainly because it gave him a sense of purpose his life otherwise seemed to lack at ten years old. It was nothing really special, he just felt aimless. At ten he made a lot of friends, but most of them were shallow. He could recognize that at that age.

His father wasn’t any way or another, just a man seeking manly fulfillment through his son. Forcing him into sports. Forcing him “manly” roles to fill in the time in hopes Victor would follow suit. Know what being a man was all about. Brawls and getting away with crude language.

His mother would always be, boys will be boys and girls like different things. She didn’t really care if Victor didn’t enjoy it or not. Part of growing up she would say is doing things you didn’t like. His eyes really opened up when he explored the Denver Museum of Science and Nature. That’s what he wanted to do.

He was curious and yearned for learning. But Victor was never really intelligent, he was just average and his family let him know it. It’s best you do something with your life. Like sports, his father would say. While his grandfather would bark and say, military where the boy should go. Military. When Jamie was born that didn’t change of that, but it did change his outlook on things.

His mother really wanted a girl and they ended having a boy with Problems. That’s how the family always put it. Jamie didn’t start talking until he was five and he was really forced into it by their parents. When their parents weren’t around they use to play Doctor. Victory always liked those Doctor shows, Medical Emergency, Emergency ER, Untold Stories of the Emergency.

He would pretend to diagnose Jamie and Jamie didn’t mind, usually he didn’t really engage with the game, he’d just color, but Victor didn’t mind. Jamie always had problems with his speech growing up and he had a habit of mutism from time to time that his parents abhorred. And Victor “encouraged” they would say.

Victor let Jamie point to things he wanted. Or let Jamie cower behind him in crowds. Victor would baby Jamie is what they said when his brother would have a meltdown in a store. They didn’t care to know what was wrong with Jamie. All they wanted was him to be fixed.

It’s a great shame he had to leave Jamie when he was so young alone in that household. At eighteen he went off to college for a medical license. Something his parents didn’t support, nor did they condone it either. It was just left with a passive shrug and he was left to fend for the wolves.

Victor worked hard in college. He put in the time, the effort, he put the thought into. He was never bright, but he was never stupid either. Everyone just thought the muscular, charming, good looking young man would never be a good doctor because they assumed he lacked caring, compassion, and nurturing like all the good doctors hard. But that was their perception of him.

Watching Jamie for the first few years of their lives, he knew he wanted a job that he could find a problem and figure out the perfect solution. Damn it Victor was going to do this and prove his parents wrong and everybody that they were wrong about him. He might be charming, popular, and had a lot of friends. But by god damn it. He was also a caring, honest, individual. So he carried on, until he graduated at 22, then moved unto medical school until he was 26, and then he continued on till now.

Because he was going to make the world better with medicine. When he was twenty-eight he received a harrowing calling about his brother, his mother poorly prefaced it. Something is wrong with Jamie. They always thought something was wrong with Jamie, ever since he was born. But she made it sound more dangerous than that. Turns out while he’s completing his medical services, Jamie at eighteen was diagnosed with Autism.

Again another proof that medicine could help people. Oh, but he was wrong about the medical industry. The hospital took money from wealth investors who got better treatment then people with regular insurance.

Patients who badly needed services were thrown to the wayside like they were trash because they didn’t have money. Families that could warm your heart. People who made you feel deep animosity towards them. It was all there. That fresh eyed, innocent view about how the world work, began to slowly fade as reality settled in.

It was also at twenty-eight he would learn of a new word and the event known as Trigger. It seemed like a routine day, until the hospital in his hometown Littleton, Colorado got a call about a criminal who needed heart surgery. Something about that made Victor sick, but he didn’t feel like it would concern him. Until he was told he was going to be the primary physician. It had to be a sick joke. Right? Him? Saving scum on earth.

It wasn’t. The surgery was a success and Victor was expected to take blood pressure and all the other vital stuff the surgeon doesn’t take care of. When the criminal awoke, the nurses forgot to lock the handcuffs up properly or something and Joe Nash began to thrash about. He figured that he’d try to escape.

Well Victor thanked his father in this case for teach him self defense as Joe Nash tried to stab him with the needle he was using to take Nash’s blood. Victor struggled to fight a man he shouldn’t be struggling to fight, he just had heart surgery how strong was this man. The needle cut through Victors arm and Nash tried to use the needle as a knife, but ended up breaking the tip.

Nash was looking for another weapon, but Victor wasn’t going to die here. No. Not to this fucker. Fuck that guy. Fuck that guy. He’d never let someone like him take him down. So Victor charged to subdue Nash. One of the nurses had already witnessed the struggle and called for the security. It didn’t matter Victor wasn’t going to let a guy like this be a threat to anyone ever again. He was going to take people like him out. He wasn’t going to die. He wasn’t going to lose to this asshole.

Soon afterward Victor would discover his powers when he killed a patient for being rude to a nice woman with a very nice family. It was then he discovered he could do some real good. Fuck the ramifications. Fuck the whole damn fucking infrastructure if they thought scum should live because killing was bad.

Victor might not be an idiot, but he was no dummy either. He made sure the patients he practiced his abilities on weren’t his patients. Always under doctors names. He made sure he didn’t kill too many patients in a month. Keeping it to one or two really fucked up people he fucking hated. And he tried to keep out of the spotlight as much as he could on those cases. He wasn’t going to go down and he wasn’t going to get arrested for people who deserved it.

It been when he was thirty his life would change entirely. Littleton Hospital got itself a little interesting case as a man came into their emergency clinic, nearly drowned on second hand drowning after taking in smoke inhalation and had burns all over his body. From what he heard of the case was that it was extremely touch and go. The man had constantly been drifting in and out. And nearly crashed on them.

Curious, all though not the main physician, he decided to visit this patient when he had heard the man was more stable. Something about him the moment Victor saw him felt like fate or destiny. He had never believed in those things until he saw that man.

Outside of the hospital his home life was changing as Jamie struggled to find work. He was in and out of jobs and Victor finally told him to stay at his house for as long as he wanted. He wouldn’t be like his parents who threw out Jamie when it got too hard.

His visitations with Arturo would become more frequent as the man spent several months in the hospital. Victor knew he liked him for some reason. He wasn’t very charismatic, he wasn’t very confident either. But he had a draw an appeal Victor liked. Maybe he was like him. That’s what he figured. Maybe he and him were, Parahuman.

Still Victor played coy. He didn’t want to delve into, I have killed at least a few people with powers and then get thrown to the PMR by someone who he thought he could trust. Arturo was clearly frustrated with it as his depression began to take shape.. It was a hard thing to be so self assured and have it taken all away from you. Victor knew that.

He eventually gave in., Told Arturo the story and they discovered that Arturo had gifts. It was glorius. Just like Jamie’s birth gave him a sense of purpose, the discovery of Arturo and someone who he could agree with on some aspects of life gave him a sense of power he didn’t he’d ever feel. The things they could accomplish and do.

So after Arturo confided in him about his home life and his parents frustration with him Victor offered his door because now they really could accomplish anything. Anything they set their mind to. And the rest is really history. He was transferred to a good hospital in Denver and it really feels like they are moving up in the world. Soon Victor will have the ideal world where this current regime will fall.

Equipment:

Two-Way Radio - It was the only thing they could afford and he rather keep in communication with Arturo as much as he can. If there’s anything he couldn’t forgive himself it would be Arturo not having back up support when he needs it.

Brass Knuckles - You cannot really hit people with your bare knuckles. He tends to carry himself a pair of brass knuckles.

Accessories Have to Match

9mm Luger - Easy to conceal under his coat and sometimes people aren’t going to come in closer for a fist fight.

Parahumanism

“Heart got your Ventricle”

“And then I said to him as he’s dying of serious chest pain, what your heart got your ventricle. Hahaah. I slay me sometimes,”

Major Skills:

Doctor of Medicine - Clinical Medicine

Nine years in education, and four years as a doctor. Victor knows what he is talking about when it comes down to it in the medical world. He’s been described by many as a brilliant doctor or at least an excellent charismatic doctor who cares about his patients. He knows emergency medicine, he knows how to diagnosis a disorder and knows most disorders. The only thing Victor really cannot do is perform surgery. But basic and advance medicine he can apply if need be. He basically has the knowledge of what has been taught and what he has experienced in clinical work.

Boxing -

Something his father use to make him do when he was a kid. Built confidence, toughen a kid up, the whole shebang. Victor spent most of his preteen and half his adolescent years trying to live up to the image his father had for him. Especially since one of their sons turned out “wrong” in the head. Victor still practices from time to time, trying to avoid any of his father’s old stomping grounds though.

Baking -

Look he is no master baker, but when you want a dessert the way you like it. You have to start learning how to bake. Well and cook and he can cook. But he really likes to perfect his baking skills more than his own cooking ones. As long as he’s not burning soup he is happy.

Minor Skills:

Cooking -

If there was one thing Victor was going to learn while in med school and out of it was to cook. There was no way he was going to devote his time to fast food. Instead he would dedicate himself to making lunches and making breakfast ahead of time. Nothing fancy, but something to avoid fast food hell. It also probably better for Jamie too anyway. He’s just happy to be able to make a basic assortment of food without burning anything.

Research -

More specifically Victor calls it his research, but Victor is very interested in learning about other Parahumans. And what drives their powers. And how these powers work. Victor would like more time to study these phenomena.

Gun License -

Victor did a basic gun safety course at some point and got a gun license, but this is way in the past currently. But it has been useful for their newer endeavors. At least he’ll get to make that 80 dollar purchase something worthwhile now.

Classification: Striker

Overview:

“It’s nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.”

Everything about Victor has always been straightforward and it seems it isn’t much different in the range of powers he was given. Victor has the ability to touch and individual, and induce heart attacks or complete organ failure.

Victor can “sense” the blood pressure of others and with that he is able to direct that pressure however he may please. Either by stopping the flow and causing a heart attack or by increasing the flood inducing renal failure. Often in one deadly blow.

Victor does not need a great grip on someone to control their blood pressure or feel connected to their blood pressure. He can easily control their blood pressure through a light touch, disguised like a friendly pat on the back or in some cases disguising his powers through his fist.

Limitations:

Range is Victor’s big issue. If he cannot get up close to a man to touch him Victor has no way of inducing anything. That’s where the gun comes into play.

Beyond the fact that Victor’s ability causes people to die, he tries to limit in the settings that he uses in it. He still has his little brother’s future to think about and getting caught is not one of them.

Unfortunately his condition causes instant death, which is something people really really dislike. So he tries to keep that a secret as best as possible and not attach himself with any of the string of deaths that occur.

People also assume because he use his fist often that he actually has super strength and not blood pressure touch powers. Which is good for him. Bad for him because super strength is near the same range of limitations than his touch abilities, that people will try to exploit his weakness at a range.

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Welcome! I love it when I log in and have 29 posts to read through because of different time zones! I love the sound of your character.

@BrokenWashing

Thanks man! He'll be up in no time soon so Angel can get this back on the road

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So triple post from me, but both Victor and Jamie are done. @ProPro

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It's come to my conclusion, that Reds character can also replace his penis. We must have a penis transplant in this RP at some point. Just for awkward lolz.

@AngelofOctober

Uncle Morty

"I don't normally share such an important part of manhood with someone else, but every man must have the back up of another"

roflcopterlmao

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But monkeys use their tails like an arm/hand....

The length applied by the leg would be good but then he can't use it right....

@Dnafein

Then a hand. But it won't look like a tail on initial transplant. It takes at least a day or two to get the transfer to look like the users original limb. So...you'd just be screwed out of a tail for a while. Sorry buddy.

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What would be used to replace Chibi's tail?

@Dnafein

Well Kangaroos use their tails like a fifth leg, so it most likely be his leg "good as new, but you might have a kink in it afterwards"

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@AngelofOctober

Seems all good to me boss. Since he's able to heal even superficial wounds (and not just replace limbs thought that would be hilarious), he seems pretty alright to me.

@TheRedWatcher

Looking forward to his sheet.

@Polaris North

I give you an excerpt of how I plan to write his history. It's like those juice commercials that try to convince you it's fresh, but with experiments, and graves and patients

"Here at Dr. Graves clinic, with a name like that how was anyone surprised with his practices beats us 1882, he hand picked the most beautiful patients to be part of a loving experiment, that combined them with different states of supernatural beings"