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The Agency. [Positions open: Monster hunters needed!]

"......"

With a silent smirk, Grave observed the scene from behind the thick foliage of the surrounding forest, his incredibly large and bulky plasma needle rifle brought up into an aiming position without any shakes or twitch - a testament to the man's immense strength. He narrowed his right eye through the scope, and once again, Grave couldn't stop a small, deep, and disembodied snicker from escaping his helmet's speakers. It was a Class A monster...a Hell Hound, around the size of a monster truck, simply lying there...drinking water from a nearby spill of magma. That wasn't the funny part, however. The funny part was the fact that, on it's back, there seemed to be a significantly lesser threat; an Orc bandit. The Orc bandit...tamed a Class A monster. It almost made him want to laugh again.

The Orc didn't have anything on him, other than some crude leather armor and a large, cracking stone greatsword. The Hell Hound was the trouble, however. It's fur was midnight black, and it had crimson red flames on the tips of it's large, spiky tail. Razor sharp teeth the size of Grave himself, and claws the size of cars. It was quite the intimidating sight to behold...for cowards...and Grave wasn't a coward. He had a mission. A Class A mission. Take out the Hell Hound, and bring it's head back as a testament to it's death. The stupid beast was terrorizing a nearby village, and so it had to be put down. Grave didn't mind. As long as the combat was exciting....

*SHKIIT*

The silent hiss of his sniper rifle warmed Grave's heart, as he watched the glowing blue needle pierce the Orc's silly leather helmet, passing completely through the man's brain, and promptly dissipating thereafter. The Orc's body slowly, as in slow-motion, fell off of the Hell Hound's back, and as the beast roared and glared around, Grave threw his sniper rifle onto his back, silently grabbing his two plasma blade hilts...and squeezing them. With a hiss, similar to his rifle's shooting, the glowing blue energy blades unsheathed.

"...Let's rock."

The man's echoing voice startled the Hell Hound, and it turned towards the direction of the sound, just as Grave leaped ten stories into the air and came down on the beast with the force of a fighter jet. His armored foot blasted against it's head, cracking the skull and forcing the beast's face to form a crater into the soil of the forest. A blast of fire escaped the wound on it's head, and with laughable ease, Grave flipped off of it's body, landing on the ground and allowing the Hell Hound to slowly stand up.

"...."

"...ROAR..."

Without a word, Grave blurred forward, clearing the distance between the two instantly, the man's left blade lashed upwards, carving a large, steaming bloody gash into the Hell Hound's maw. It attempted to swipe at him with it's right paw, and Grave's next blade blurred left and right three times, separating the Hound's paw into three separate ribbons of sliced flesh. The Hell Hound roared in pain, bucking backwards, and Grave lunged towards it's neck. One final swipe of both of his blades...and the head was separated from it's body.

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Grave zoomed into the city of his Void Digger, the sound barrier breaking behind him as he seemingly blasted into the village with blue fire escaping the exhaust pipe. Leaping off of the vehicle, Grave flipped through the air, bounding off of a nearby shopping cart and clenching his hand mid-air. The Void Digger was absorbed into his fist, and the man landed softly on the ground. Without glancing at the awed citizens around him, he promptly disappeared into the Agency, heading right for the S Lounge...

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"...Downstairs."

"I've been here for 5 minu-" His quiet, disembodied voice was cut off as Xavier left. With a soundless sigh, he stood up from where he had been throwing orbs of blue energy into the air. The Hell Hound's decapitated head was still sitting beside him. "I should probably turn that in while I'm up..." Grave murmured, grabbing the massive head by the ears, and heading towards the door.

Kokan Academy: a school for monsters

Name: Jett Ryu

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: He is the son of Fire and Magma dragons.

Grade: 11th

Personality: Jett is usually a calm, determined individual once you first meet him. He's nice enough - maybe a bit cold if you annoy him, and maybe a bit too brutal when dealing with said annoyances, but as long as you don't upset his short temper then you should be good. During school-work he is focused, jotting down notes and generally keeping to himself, but there are times where he could simply be lazy and sleepy. It tends to shift. Due to his surprising self-control, Jett is able to keep his full dragon form under lock and key - which is good, since he isn't sure if the school could be rebuilt once he gets done with it whilst in his full monster form - but he can often switch into his half dragon form once angered.

Human appearance - 6'2, muscular build:

Human

Monster appearance - Half Form is 10 feet tall, muscular build is increased to almost grotesque measures, and red hair turns black and long, along with him growing claws, etc. Full Form is...well...:

Half Monster

Full Monster

History: Jett's history isn't anything specifically special. He lived in a volcano with his mother and father, in full dragon form. In there, he learned how to shift into his human and half form. His parents told him of the dangers outside, and how he had to hold back so that he didn't massacre humans, blah blah blah. He entered the Academy after proddings from his mother and father.

Powers/abilities: Jett possesses attributes that are increased to above supernatural levels - Strength, speed, durability, etc. Similarly, his senses are also increased, along with him having absolute control over fire and magma in all of his Forms.

Talents: Hand to Hand combat in general, anything that requires physical expertise...oh, and he's a nice fire juggler as well.

Classes:
Math/P.E.
Drama/Cooking

Club/sports: MMA and Wrestling, along with Volleyball and Soccer.

Crush: Undecided

BF/GF: N/A

Other: Jett usually has his 'Full Monster' form locked off unless absolutely needed. He can, as well, change the size of his Full Monster form, but he can't shift below the size of a monster truck.

Haven City (Steampunk, Wizards, Fantasy)

I'm interested.

The Agency. [Positions open: Monster hunters needed!]

gr8 b8 m8

The Agency. [Positions open: Monster hunters needed!]

What beta?

Also....I was thinking of referencing Potato girl from AOT, but I'm too hipster to do it.

The Island

Hm...could he paddle his way to the island?

Digital Soul Online - A Virtual Reality MMORPG Roleplay

Interesting.

I'm in. I assume that the guns will be balanced in accordance to the melee weapons?

The Agency. [Positions open: Monster hunters needed!]

Potatoes please.

The Island

W00t, nice posts everyone. I assume that Jackson is the 'hottie'? xD He gets a bit panicky, when under the threat of being buried under things.

The Agency. [Positions open: Monster hunters needed!]

On another note, I made Grave 20, since it makes more sense with his backstory/personality.

On yet another note, I'm going to go to sleep.