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Ayakashi Kujo-Sha [あやかし 駆除者]

@AngelofOctober

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Ayakashi Kujo-Sha [あやかし 駆除者]

あやかし 駆除者

Japan has always been known for their lore and their myths. Haunting stories of hats that possess high officials in politics and the tales of oni who eat children’s souls. Most would laugh these off as mere superstition. But at night, is when the real monsters come out. The Ayakashi, Yokai, Akuma, whatever name you may chose for them, they come to feast upon the Mundane World. Taking souls from humans, possessing them for nefarious deeds.

These beings were once part of Enma’s hell, who escaped to the Mundane World in order to commit crimes no one could convict them of. Not until Enma devised a plan to stop the Mundane World from being overtaken by evil.

In the Edo period of Japan, in 1620, there is an abandoned estate where the legendary and rumored Jigoku no Kaifuku resides [地獄の回復]. They are the spirits, humans, and people hired by Enma to either capture or exterminate demons or evil spirits who refuse Enma’s order. They are known to the Ayakashi as the Kujo-Sha, Exterminators.

The Exterminators are many different beings. Not just one being. Some are demons from the underworld who have pledge themselves to Enma’s service, others are samurais with cursed swords possessed by a spirit, others are spirits redeeming themselves in hopes to go to heaven, others may be items that have gained sentience. And so and so forth.

All that matters is destroying the darkness that threatens to destroy the Mundane World with overwhelming power. While also trying to keep their identities a secret to the Mundane World. Juggling Mundane identities with their true identities.

The RP

You are an Exterminator. An Exterminator is an individual tied to a supernatural power. They can be samurais wielding cursed swords. Or be cursed humans. They can be spirits or demons. But they were all hired by Enma.

Who is Enma? Is the God of Heaven or Hell, with the judgment of him and 12 Great Kings, he has the final say of who goes to Heaven or the 16 Realms of Hell. Each realm of hell is a representation of different sins, from adulterous behavior, to animal abuse, to domesticate abuse, and so and so forth. There are 8 Hot Hells and 8 Cold Hells.

In Japan there is also a small veil between the Spirit World and the Mundane world that sits side by side and coexist. Spirits and other entities pass through the Mundane world as something that might be slight movement at the corner of your eye. But most Mundane people cannot see them.

Ayakashi either come from the spirit world or have escaped from Hell to wreak havoc on the Mundane World. It is your job as a Exterminator [Kujo-Sha] in Hell’s Recovery [Jigoku no Kaifuku] to stop these Ayakashi once and for all.

Character Sheet

Name: [you will mostly be from Japan, I won’t be accepting many foreign characters, how does a foreign character even go to a Japanese Hell]

Age: [19+ this RP is going to be graphic, arms flying off, blood soaked into the mud, so I prefer much older characters, no exceptions. And yes you could feasibly have a demon who might be 1,000 years old, but be 25 in his Mundane Identity]

Occupation: [what is your Mundane Occupation]

Kaifuku Role: [are you a samurai, priest, ninja, etc.]

Mundane Identity: [as an individual from Hell’s Kaifuku you will have to balance a mundane identity, while also doing your job in the kaifuku. This an alternate name that is completely optional]

Race: [since I am allowing you quite the freedom here. You can be an oni, you can be a spirit, a sword, human, etc. Write your race down, and your limitations. For example, oni are weak to fire. Though make sure you do research into Japanese mythology, I want many of the species to be of Japanese origin. Need any help ask me or Ginger]

Appearance: [be sure to include your Mundane appearance and your Race appearance if you are choosing some kind of oni or some kind of Japanese demon, spirit, etc.]

Reputation: [what is your reputation like. What are some myths and lore about you.]

Personality: [please bring depth to this, flaws, strengths, things people admire about them, things people don’t, how they think about people, their likes, dislikes, hobbies. Don’t forget to give this some meat]

Weapons: [do they carry any weapons, what are their names, and powers, and remember to give weaknesses and limitations as well]

Equipment: [what are some common items do they carry, what are things they carry during the mission, etc.]

Fighting Style: [define their fighting style here. Whether it be stylish swordplay, to brute strength with supernatural powers. Remember to add weaknesses and limitations.]

Skills: [not just combat, but personal, and other skill sets as well]

Lore: [this is going to be a little different from history. Instead I want you to design your own character lore. That Will Have an impact in the RP. Be creative. Have fun. Be inspiring.]

Theme Song: [last, but not least a theme song. Do remember you are in Edo Japan. While I am not saying you can only have traditional music, I also don't want to see something like Slipknot. If you can find a mix like Samurai Champloo or if you can find something that invokes the period and be modern, that's fine.]

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@AngelofOctober@Alias

He was really polite, which made her heart melt a little. She liked Katashi, to her Katashi was a man who could wear a crown and they’d sit on the throne together. But this man, this might be the naughty advisor who just likes to flirt with her to get on Katashi’s nerves. And she had to admit, she did find it hot. When he spoke his eyes and his gaze was sharp, piercing, it broke through her mental defense and she found herself slightly aroused by this idea.

Mika Cam:

“What do you think you’re doing talking to her like that?” Katashi asked defending her honor. The man smiles, his eyes twinkle.

“I was merely showing her respect,”the man told him, he bent down and kissed her hand with the good side of his face.

Her heart was beginning to race. This was the problem with loving romantic situations. She started to get ideas that went astray. Then she heard the last part, mortals, her divine presence. He must have been a knight, who came into the fold, abandoned by his family, and fought to reclaim his honor. Here she was a princess in a castle.

People always believed she was untouchable. She was like a priceless doll being placed up on a shelf, and when she desperately sought the human touch or sought after a human connection, people blocked her off and said she was too precious to behold or to touch.

She failed her arms around desperately. She didn’t want to give him that impression that she was untouchable.

“No no it’s quite alright,” she says with a smile, “I’d love a double date. We would all look so cute together.” She continues to smile and she finally looks at the man, “You may call me by Sasaki Mika. Himehana is my stage name. There’s no reason you should treat me like an untouchable icon. Mister?”

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Natsuya

@knifeman@Old Amsterdam

Natsuya opened his fan, then closed it. Putting his eyes on the filthy street rat Alice had decided to train and ask for his knowledge. Fanning himself slightly he watched the girl charge forward, what a simple and standard tactic. He was not impressed by such a dirty looking girl. Alice could have easily dodged that sweep. Her movements were unpolished. Untrained.

He watched Alice toy with the girl. Flourishing around her and stroking her cheek. It didn’t make him jealous, only hoped that Alice would wash her hands after touching such a dirty creature. She gave him a glance and waited for him to say something.

She honestly wanted his opinion in this case? She knew how he could be when he saw something he didn’t like. He closed his fan and gave the girl a very cold stare, the one he used when he was observing something or at least trying to assess them.

He bit the bottom of his lip with his canine at first.

“You’re not trained in any of those moves,” Natsuya told her slowly, his delivery was very dry as it always was and very formal, “You’re trying to impress people who may have had more formal training. Your footing is all wrong. If Alice wasn’t toying around you left yourself open with that sweep. I would have taken advantage of such a move and so would she have in a normal circumstance.” He stared at Alice.

Then back at the dirty girl. Natsuya narrowed his eyes.

“Where are you from? And why has Alice taken such an interest in you?” he didn’t want the answer from Alice, he wanted it from her. He wouldn’t have taken such an interest in such a girl. She had nothing to impress him with. He pauses, "Don't forget to address your formal name." he added at the very end.

Pokemon Sunrise

Sinis sighed, Kamon hadn’t listened to a thing he said did he? He was already storming off on his own. Kamon had a habit of being abrasive to others. He knew about him because he heard the Elite Four talk about his reputation. As being an abrasive and do it my way or the highway attitude.

“Kamon,” Sinis said, “I know you want to get this resolved, but as of right now we need to stick together as a team. You know how to do that. You’ve worked in teams before.” He didn’t like confrontation, but if this was the way he had to settle it with Kamon then he supposed that would be the way it was done.

His eyes turned to the Mewtwo who was a part of Kamon’s journey. At least they had exceptional help. Grim looked at Mewtwo, shuddered and faded nowhere to be seen. Pixy was inspecting the Alolan Raichu at current.

“Sha, sha sha,” Pixy said to him and the Raichu.

Sinis nodded.

“I know the Alolan region has such vast variety,” Sinis told her, waiting for Kamon’s response. When the group heard the powerful sound of winged beats.

“Rawr!” a gray colored Charizard said as it landed right in front of Kamon blocking his path holding a case. It snubbed Kamon with a cheeky, “Hurr.” before looking around at the group. Shaking a case with an envelope with the letter, I on it addressed to Saviors.

Sinis went to inspect, the Charizard didn’t seem dangerous. More annoyed that he was taking so long. Sorry Mr. Charizard just give me a moment please. He thought to himself as he made his way to the case and the envelope. He bowed.

“Thank you Mister. Charizard,” Sinis told him.

“Rawr,” Charizard flexing its wings and flying up once he had a tight grasp on the case. Flying off Sinis took the letter, taped on the case off first. Opening the envelope he looked at the group and cleared his throat.

“Dear Saviors,” Sinis read, “If you have received this letter it is because my magic fades and I could not sustain the room we were. Inside the case is the weapon you will find that will help you use the power to defeat Chroma and use their power. Chroma are the guardians of this abyssal energy and I do believe the key to solving its mysterious origins. You must defeat the Chroma. Furthermore, you each have been chosen for your unique capabilities. Each of you has a unique magic inside of you that will help push back this shadow. I am sorry I could not explain all of this in person. Please do what you can.”

Sinis looked at Kamon, hopefully with this information he would listen to reason and stop trying to do it alone. He then opened the case, to show five bracelets sitting in molds in the case. Only five? He eyed the man who had been asleep, he had been slowly following the group, but had said nothing.

Bracelets

“Guess we should decided who gets the bracelets,” Sinis said, “Reasonably. Let’s not argue over them.”

As he was about to take out the bracelets he noticed attached in the inside of them was a name. Sinis paused.

“There’s names carved in the bracelets,” Sinis said, “This one reads Kamon. And this one Pastel. There’s Oliviah, there’s my name, and…” he took a second, “A Noah?”

Sinis looked at Roger, "I'm sorry there isn't one in here for you." Roger simply waved him off like it didn't matter. He mouthed a silent; "it's fine" his way. Sinis nodded.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Not here

Jamie Shiloh Warren

Age: 22

Alias: Sketch

Alignment: Anti-hero - “If...there’s anything you need, feel free to ask for my help,” pauses, “oh but...maybe not moving a body to a different location.” takes another pause “and….torture isn’t really good. How about this, nothing gross.”

Loyalty: Independent

Appearance:

Tall runs in the Warren genes and yet you somehow missed the tall, lengthy and willowy build of a young man with shaggy blonde hair that honestly looked like it needed some attention. He was trying to make himself as small as possible, which was concerning because it was working and he seemed agitated with you looking at him. Finding ways to distract himself, that ended bringing more attention on him.

The young man had a softer jaw than the one Victor possessed, but it was easily related with the other because of it’s shape. He too had broad shoulders which only made it more interesting to see how much he could squeeze himself into a tight space or use Victor as a tower shield.

Unlike his brother, he wore loose fitting shirts that billowed over his willowy, lanky frame, with loose fitting jeans with tears and rips, which gave the impression of either someone with no money or someone with no care for fashion. His canvas shoes were worn down, teared at the edges, the soles were falling apart and had been placed together with tape.

This is embarrassing

At 5’10”, 177cms, and 130 pounds, 58kgs, he was a lanky slim jim compared to the imposing tower his brother embodies. While Victor tries to bring the rooms attention, Jamie is trying to avoid any attention, finding ways to ghost into a corner or find a place that he can squeeze or simply make himself scarce.

At twenty-two he has a tendency, especially on the phone, to give someone the impression of a nineteen year old. His tone of voice is much lighter than his brothers, though it carries some of the same husky qualities, though quite more hoarse than Victor’s voice. He often gives the vibe of someone not use to speaking due to slight stuttering in new situations.

Sketch

Is trying to do the best he can. He doesn’t always believe he has great ideas, and doesn’t always believe he can save the world. But Sketch just has to believe in himself more. Sketch can show people that you don’t always have to do succeed to be successful. Sometimes failure is learning and succeeding next time. Humility and modesty is the key to any heroes success.

Sketch doesn’t wear anything elaborate, because he doesn’t have the time or any money, but a hero shouldn’t be defined by the amount of gadgets he has. Something about his costume should mean something more than fancy new gear.

Sketch cloak is meant to conceal his identity, but the red lining of the cloak is to help cars see him at night. Remember safety first. His coat has pockets on the outside, not depicted in actual drawing. The pockets carry his equipment.

He wears a simple long sleeve t-shirt under his cloak and a pair of gray khakis, that he wears in the pair of boots someone important gave him and he refused to wear them till this current occasion. The person special to him has probably most likely forgot they argued about the boots or even bought them for them, but this is the way Sketch has made up to them.

He wears black fingerless gloves, just in case it gets cold, but needs to grip onto something.

Sketch of Sketches Clothes

Sketch mask went through many additions because it had to represent who he was. He took the time with many different materials till he finally came up with a design of his own. Really a modify hockey mask, that he tried to make look like it had painting marks on it.

The hollow of his eyes have night vision goggles that he rigged into the wiring of the mask, but honestly sometimes it doesn’t work so well because it was one of those cheap night vision goggles you get from toys kids use to be spies. The red of his cheeks are reflective to be able to be seen by car headlights at night.

Concept Sketch's Mask

He makes do with what he has though. And that’s all you can really ask for a hero. Because a hero shouldn’t be expected to do things outside of their means and people shouldn’t placed such high expectations on them. That puts the weight of the world on their shoulders alone and sometimes that can make Sketch feel very lonely.

Personality

Motivations: Honestly, am I selfish person to say that I am doing it because I want to meet people and hopefully find someone like me? Does that make me a terrible person? I just want to feel like I belong and am providing something to the world. I can’t connect to people as is, they don’t always make much sense to me. They hard to read. No means yes and yes means no. But if I do something like, help, or somehow make their lives better in some way. Maybe they’ll just remember that deed and that’s how I can understand them.

Sexuality: Maybe I am a child, Woman are pretty to look at, but I don’t know about having sex with anyone. The concept is sort of gross, isn’t it? It’s all….uncomfortable looking. Everyone is sweating and it seems really unhygienic.

Marital Status: Single

Likes:

Animals - What you see is what you get. They are honest about the way they feel instead of using coded language. They don’t lie and try to cover it up by saying they were sparing your feelings. Doesn’t it hurt either way when you find out it was a lie and be lied to? But I also admit I am not good at taking care of them. I don’t always remember when to do a certain thing.

Comics - I guess what appeals to most people about comic books is that it takes them away to another world where superheroes really exist. And I guess for me it’s just a teaching moment of how to deal with problems in life. Inside my mind to get through the day I am a hero, but when I really am a Hero then I guess all these comic books seem really silly and extremely fantasized about the reality of what that responsibility means.

Drawing - It’s always been a way where I can discern the most. When you draw you can make comparisons in your daily life. What I like about drawing is that things can be as exaggerated as you want them. I guess it’s also why I like video games and comic books, because the emotions are clear. Exaggerated, but clear. It’s how I learn to understand people.

Video Games - About really the same thoughts about comics. It’s just a form of escapism that allows you to change your reality. Or feel like you’re in a different reality.

Dislikes:

Loud Noises - Especially when they come out of nowhere, and make a noise you weren’t at all expecting. It can be quite disorientating wherever you are.

Crowds - They are loud, they are always in your way and you can never find the person you were with once you get caught up in a crowd.,

Aggressive Yelling - Hostile yelling is really disconcerting. It makes you feel trapped in a situation because you’re not so sure what to do. Your brain freezes up and it’s like your fight or flight is so overwhelmed that you just feel paralyzed in that situation.

Lying - All lying is bad lying. Whether you were doing it to spare someone’s feelings or you were doing it out of the intention to get away with the lie. Lying is a bad thing. Only problems is I don’t really know how to spot a lie, so I guess I can still be lied to and not know. But you should feel ashamed.

Weird Textures - Weird textures are just weird. Especially when you brush across them and have instant regret that you ever did.

Shoe and Clothing Shopping - It’s not just all of the things above that’s bothersome about clothes and shoe shopping. Its loud and crowded and very bright. But then they never sell what you’re already wearing. If I could be like a cartoon character and owe the same pair of clothes for the rest of my life I would be set. But instead they have to change design, you cannot find the right shoes that look exactly like the ones you have, and so and so forth.

History

Jamie is and always will be Victor's younger brother. With ten years apart in the difference of their age sometimes it feels like he’s been chasing Victor for ages. Mainly because his parents considered his behavior “Problems”. Is what they were called on a regular basis. Jamie didn’t start speaking until he was five and his parents were concerned about this behavior because they were worried about performance in kindergarten.

So they did what every good hearted parent would do, force their child into behaving in a satisfactory manner for them. Instead of finding solutions and reasons behind his behavior. That would have been rational. Nothing they ever did was rational when it came to him.

He remembers school being unbearable to handle. It was too loud. It was crowded and he never really understood what the kids meant. Which meant on a daily basis he was tricked into a number of scams he never learned from. And who was to be blamed? Why of course him? Because he would have screaming fits and meltdowns.

There clearly was no logical reason for it. He was just a poorly behaved kid throwing tantrums when he didn’t get his way. Though he always tried to explain it, that his brain was like a soda can. It’s calm, but when people shake it and he feels overwhelmed it explodes outward.

After a while when his meltdowns were what were getting him in trouble he began to internalize his problems by shutting down. Guess what that got him in trouble too. Apparently being silent and not saying a word was as offensive as screaming out because you were overwhelmed.

Nothing Jamie ever did was win win for everyone it was win for everyone else and a lost for himself. Victor use to pay attention to him. Use to do things with him. But then the family had a big falling out when Victor enacted his own plan. He left for med school at eighteen leaving Jamie ten more years until he was “adult” enough to have his own sense of freedom.

It was from there the only good thing his parents ever did for him, speech therapy. Otherwise it was Jamie use your words. You know the silent treatment doesn’t work on us. Quit being quiet. Why are you so quiet. Jamie use your words with what you want. Can’t you behave like a normal child.

He wouldn’t say his parents were abusive, but his mother did get frustrated with him at times. When the grocery shopping trip became too much for him and he started crying, she’d tell him he was too old for this behavior. When he wouldn’t stop crying she’d drag him out of the store and sit him in the car with the window rolled down and left him there while she continued her shopping.

When he would point instead of ask to pass the butter, he was hit across the cheek. Told use your words. He didn’t want to use his words. Why did you have to use your words for butter. They were all at the same table and pointing was much easier.

Kids at school thought he was gullible and easily manipulated, he was. So he followed along with them and got in a lot of trouble because they managed to get him to do things he shouldn’t have done. Of course when the authority figures came into the picture, it was of course always Jamie's fault.

So his favorite places to go where the places he drew, and video games. He remembers at early age thinking to himself much he wish these places were real. He wished he could live in these worlds. Then perhaps he’d be considered normal. Maybe they would accept who he was or better yet maybe he could be a hero in that world. In those worlds everyone would like him and accept him no matter who he was.

It seemed childish and naive to think even those worlds would accept him. But he liked it better than he liked his own life. Honestly there were times when he would lie in his bedroom when his TV time was taken away because he was went quiet after his father yelled at him, that he contemplated suicide.

It sounds ridiculous. Like some spoiled kid who got everything he wanted, but when his Tv was taken away he wanted to kill himself. But it was nothing like that for him. In this world he would never be the image or the person people wanted him to be.

He tried and tried and tired and tried. It was exhaust. Tiring. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He was only doing what felt natural. Crowds were busy. Lights buzzed. The world was so loud and he couldn’t filter or turn it off. Is mind was a wild traffic jam of noise ideas and thoughts. He got overwhelmed with it all and he was punished because he couldn’t tune it out.

Only in those worlds the ones in the books or in his drawings or in the video games manage to allow him to zone out and go somewhere else. It allowed him to turn off a world that otherwise rejected him unless he was what they wanted him to be. The argument he always gets when he tries to explain this to people is, well you were a teenager, all teenagers go through rebellious phases.

No. No. No. No. The world made him anxious. The world was crowded and loud. His mind busy. Unable to filter things around him. And unable to read people around him. He never understood what they meant by the things they said and he was supposed. When you go somewhere you shouldn’t feel so exhausted, shouldn’t feel so trapped, shouldn’t feel so bottled up he wanted to scream. He shouldn’t feel like he should be punished for being what felt natural to him.

He just wanted a sanctuary a place that made him feel safe when the world felt unsafe. He was eighteen when he received his diagnosis of Autism with co morbid depression. His parents were worried because he wanted to kill himself and that was the only time they were ever concerned. He felt a bit of resentment that day. Towards them. A little bit of animosity and a little bit of betrayal.

If only they had taken him sooner. He wouldn’t have felt so disconnected to everyone. If only they had considered his feelings back then. Then maybe he would have had a better chance. They never cared. They had always tried to make him into their version of what a normal person was and even after he was diagnosed they didn’t care. They forced him to be normal. Or what they wanted him to be normal.

His father got him his first job at a McDonalds because he was good friends with the manager, while he was forced to go to college. Something he struggled with. Crowded. Loud. He experienced vertigo in these situations, but it was now son you have to start to think about being independent.

He wouldn’t say he ever had a specific dramatic trigger event, or not one so easily defined. It was a culmination of events he thinks that finally drove a feeling at twenty that he could perhaps bring the things he drew to life.

He lost that McDonalds job in three months. He got in trouble with that. Then his mother got him a job at the very library she worked at. He didn’t mind it, it was just mind numbing and boring. And so he lost that job too.

Then he moved on to moving and packing, lost the job when they found he hadn’t learned to drive. Then he went to work a post office and he lost that job because it was mind numbing and boring. He felt like a servant. The working world was just servitude. Tied down to something you don’t want to do, but have to survive.

It continue liked that till he was twenty-one and thrown out of the house because again his parents chased a dream of an independent child. He went from Carl’s Jr, to a grocery store as a stocker, he went from that to a gas station. Until he ended up with nowhere to go and not a lot of money.

He ended up tracking down Victor. Who let him into his house no questions asked. Didn’t even reprimand him. Victor is the one who came up with the idea, why don’t you just sell your art. Commission work. So that’s what he has been doing for a while now. Honestly it feels a lot more like security than before.

Parahumanism

“Scribbling Reality”

Major Skills:

Drawing - That one was an obvious one, but I never went to college or anything for it. I just draw. And I practice and get better doing so.

Boxing -

They don’t think I was watching when they use to go on father son days to box at the gym my father liked to go at. I am not good as Victor, but I remember the lessons. They just forgot that I would sit and draw on my sketchbook rather than actually participate. Or well I am certain our father did.

My favorite part was I use to always get candy from the receptionist lady who thought I was well behaved. I just didn’t really know how to say I wanted to learn. But I have the pictures back then of all the drawings of the fighters I use to. It’s like a flip book and that was my manual. That and Victor and I use to play fight. It wasn’t as much teaching, but it taught enough.

Internet Usage -

Sounds lame, but when Victor and Arturo don’t know anything about the internet it makes me look like the expert. I know how to surf the web, mask purchases, use proxy servers, I even know how to use the Dark Web safely. But I don’t really have a credit card and hmmm….I wonder if I could...no nevermind. Still anything those two know of the internet is probably because I had to show them how to use it. It was really weird to be the one with the knowledge someone else doesn’t have.

Minor Skills:

Timing -

I have uh exceptional timing in circumstances. I don’t remember to do things like take a pot off the stove, or that I should eat. But when it comes to gaming at least I have exceptional timing. And if you give me a good song that helps a good bunch too.

Basic DIY -

I am limited to stuff you can do at home, I had to look up some manuals for Sketch’s mask. I mean he had to look up some manuals for his mask. But I managed, it’s not very good sometimes the goggles don’t even work, but that’s because they were cheap toys meant for kids.

Competitive Gaming - I think it counts. When you play games competitive you have to think of a strategy and how to win the game. I can think of a strategy and at least try to stay ahead of everybody else. If I win then that’s great. If I lose well then I need a better strategy.

Classification: Master/Stranger

Overview:

“If I told Victor I wonder what he say. I already know he worries about me more than he should. It’s because sometimes I am a complete and total waste of space. But I wonder if my secrets would make him worry more. Or cling more tightly on protecting me. It’s what I love about him. It’s what I worry the most is how he would react and what he would say.”

Scribbling reality has three main functions. Jamie can bring anything he draws into reality, or he can bring anything that exist predrawn into reality. Think bringing Lugia into reality and than blasting people with a Psybeam. Or a really fast car from a magazine, no theft involved in that.

Jamie can also manifest his feelings into drawings as well. Anyone who stares at a picture injected with a dose whatever feeling he has poured into it begins to experience hallucinations. These hallucinations can either drive someone to be angry, because Jamie poured angry emotions into the hallucinations. Or sad because Jamired poured sad emotions into the hallucinations.

Often combined with his ability to bring drawings to reality it begins to blur the line of what is real and what is Jamie’s hallucinations. Jamie’s Hallucinations are semi permanent, someone with a strong willpower could easily break Jamie’s hallucinations, but someone with a weaker mind may not be able to release themselves from the hold.

Even when these hallucinations fade and take their grip, individuals with weaker minds may be permanently affected by the damage done even with the hallucinations only lasting no more than 10 minutes.

As well these images have semi permanency. As in they are permanent until they are destroyed, but even if they aren't destroyed the image can last up to 30 minutes because their capabilities are not always combative. And the time of their permanent state is limited by how many images he has going at a time, if there's 2 it significantly drops to a permanent state of 15. And 3 is about his limit and they only last 10 minutes.

He communicates to them by giving them orders, he isn't quite connected to other people's drawings as much as he is connected to his own drawings. But their designs are often designed with a given task in mind, so its rare for him to give them much order. It's more like he draws it, designing a task in mind and it innately translates this message when it comes to reality. While a drawing he may have pulled from someone else he may need to directly give a few orders before it understands it directive.

Limitations:

Well Jamie requires pictures or drawings in order to actually bring a character to reality. There are other issues as well. Such as the time it takes him to draw, he’s no speed painter and a drawing does take time to draw, so he either needs to predraw beforehand, though that limits the strength of his hallucinations. Or needs someone to distract while he takes the time during that distraction to draw a powerful painting.

It also seems that his own drawings created from himself are more powerful than the actual creations of someone else. True a Lugia psybeam could still devastate a block, but it still won’t be as powerful because he wasn’t the original creator of that design.

His hallucinations don’t last forever either, some individuals they last up to five minutes, other people ten minutes, always depends on their mental state. Some people aren’t tricked at all and it doesn’t work on them. But it also can mess someone up as well, lasting five minutes under strong emotions have left some people’s minds to be completely broken. So he tries not to get carried away with what is driven in his pictures.

His hallucinations are also sight based, so no one who looks at it, or is sight based would not be affected. Also any image that was a drawing and not a physical being only has the strength of a peak to supernatural being, but none of the physical defensive measures and be easily cut down like paper. Because that’s what they are.

And right now Jamie is in an experimental phase. He doesn't quite know what he can and is capable of. So certain things are slight possibilities, like being able to erase his images before their permanency is up, but that's something that hasn't been discovered yet.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@AngelofOctober

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At first she was scared, but now she stared at the man with a bit of a heart. He seemed well enough. Actually in fact, she felt a bit like a princess in a courtroom as two princes came before her and tried to steal her away. It tingled her little romantic heart. She was about to write the name on the paper, when Katashi seemed to interrupt before she had time to respond.

She smiled at the man.

“I am sorry give me a second,” Mika looked at Katashi and smiled just as warmly to him, “Yes. If that’s what you want.”

Katashi nodded and stood up, excusing himself to the supposed “fan”. Well, he may very well just be a fan, but it never hurt to be careful. Katashi lead Mika outside the cafe, and out of view from the window and doorway. He rubbed the back of his head, feeling bad for asking this of Mika in the first place, but he just had to speak his mind.

”Mika-chan. I am so sorry to pull you away from that…” Katashi began, thinking carefully about which words to pick. ”I… don’t think we should hang around here for too long. I think… they’re Doves…” Katashi admitted.

Mika looked at Katashi. She understood his fears and she wanted to support him. But what was said, about a war with Alice? She didn’t want any of dead. The way that nightmare played in her head was horrible to her. The outcome reminded her of years ago when she saw her parents butchered in the apartment. Blood soaked into the carpet, like a river of crimson. She didn’t want to see the people she loved killed.

She didn’t want war. She wanted peace. Even if they were Doves. That man in there, he was a fan, he was charming, he didn’t just start attacking them, did he?

“Even if that may be,” Mika told him, “They haven’t attacked us. Or tried to hurt us. Maybe this is the way to peace. You want to prove you’re not a monster, then stop running and hiding. Show them you are human. By leaving, you only make more war and bloodshed. It's time to stop running, time to stop being afraid, and relying on violence. I don’t want any of you hurt. So can’t you try a more peaceful road?”

Katashi felt a little ashamed. So much of his instincts told him to run. Take Mika away from the possible danger, and get out of there while he could. The Ghoul sighed. She was right. What would he prove if they left? Regardless of whether Katashi was a ghoul or a human, what kind of a man was he if he didn’t try.

He would try now. Katashi wrapped his arms around Mika and hugged her tightly before looking into her eyes. ”I am sorry, Mika-chan. I will try. I’ll try for you. I just wanna be cautious. But I will go back in there, because I believe you.” Katashi smiled and let go of Mika.

”Still, that guy was being a bit… uhm… forward?” He tried to joke.

Mika looked at Katashi, “And I believe in you. That you and I can break this cycle. We don’t need any more death and destruction.” She looked at him with a warming look. She truly did believe it. Ghouls like Katashi should not be blamed for those who have hurt others because they derive pleasure from it. They should work alongside society to stop those Ghouls. Not fight against the CCG, and the bad Ghouls. They should be united in a front. That is how you achieved winning this.

She smiled and blushed when it came to his last comment, “I kind of like it….makes me wonder if it makes you jealous. And I find that kind of hot.” she admitted something about her turn ons. She liked the thought that she was in her own reverse harem and men pinned over her. She loved Katashi. She liked knowing he cared to stop others men's advances though too.

Katashi chuckled at Mika’s quip. ”Oh? Is that so?” Katashi asked, playing along with the conversation. It was another cute quirk of Mika. Katashi should’ve probably been a little mad that she admitted that. Instead, he was comfortable that nothing would happen, less that guy wants to risk a fist fight in a coffee shop with someone with Ghoul strength. Even without his Kagune, Katashi noted the other man’s unassuming physique. He could probably overpower him in a fist fight. It wouldn’t lead to that though.

Before he lead them back inside, Katashi quickly stole a kiss from Mika’s lips. ”If there’s competition, I’ll just have to work harder.” He chuckled with a wink before taking her hand and walking back into the coffee shop.

Oh Katashi was. If this was her own harem anime, then Katashi would definitely be the bad boy. While the standing before them was the prince with a dark mysterious past that made him so alluring.

“Sorry about that, the boyfriend got jealous,” she said rather candidly to see how this prince would respond, “Let me get you that autograph now.” She smiled.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Alias@AngelofOctober

She always tried to give an individual person the benefit of the doubt, but this man. He was charming, but he also creeped her out. She couldn’t tell if he was more creepy than charming or more charming than creepy. He didn’t seem like the same type of older man who liked her work. They weren’t normally so composed.

She doubted he liked her music, he seemed to be the person who liked to hear a violin make screeching sounds because it reminded them of a humans screams during torture. No Mika, that is not the way we talk. She went over it with herself. We always give people the benefit of the doubt. Look at Alice she saved your life and everybody wants you to believe Ghouls are bad.

Its rude to assume things about people. So she smiled pleasantly, maybe more pleasantly than she usually did. Sunlight seemed to bathe her, she sparkled, and gleamed with a dazzling brightness about her. Yes, if this many truly liked her music what right did she have to deny him her most pleasant attitude.

“Of course,” she said, “I’d be happy to sign your autograph. Who would you like it addressed too?” she asked grabbing his pen from his hand.

She didn’t want to ask about his face. She didn’t want to ask him anything personally. She’d simply treat him with all the respect she treated her fans.

Estaria(takes heavy inspiration from Log Horizon)

-shrugs-

Don't see why I shouldn't join

Pokemon Sunrise

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Rude-ish? But it's K, I did after I left the Discord, my interest didn't spark back up though.

@Joatmon

Should have waited for me to come home from work. There may have been a guarantee I would have liked your idea. I have no problem with double the roles, as long as you read the other persons sheet and there was no overlap. Please have patience next time.