Zoey Boey

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@The Fated Fallen

very cool. i hope she reconnects with the force someday. what color is her lightsaber? Or is that a cool surprise

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Haruharara i'm forcing these compliments upon u whether u like it or not

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@OwO@Haruharara

Those graphics for the character art are badass.

This is a really fun RP, Haru.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Emily, or #2

Number Two flinched. Anyone socially inclined would be able to tell that she was hurt by Antoine's denial of her personhood. Suddenly self-concsious, Number Two pulled her shirt down to cover her tattoos and not skin. That seemed like a bit of an escalation, she thought to herself. I was only teasing, right? Why do I care so much about what this moppy haired loser thinks? He's nothing to me. But it didn't matter, because she did care what he thought. So Number Two said nothing.

The brunette listened to the debriefing and when Antoine did his little power play, she clenched up again but only briefly, trying her best to conceal her emotions.

"Well, your loss Antoine." She said, and convinced herself this was true. Compliant, she stepped into the car and closed the door. With a smile she gave a wave to the people as they drove by. They saw her, and assumed she was a woman. Sure, they were different in some ways, but alike in so many others.

Soon, they made it to the Silver Dollar, and seeing it brightened her mood. It was so delightfully tacky. She decided to shoot a little back at Antoine. Just a little, to make herself feel better. "Oh, Antoine, you're so pompous. This is great." Number Two was quick to go inside.

She greeted the shop's owner and took a look around at all the gifts. Finding what she was looking for, Number Two donned an extraordinarily cheap cowboy hat. Placing it on her head, she leaned up against a wall and pulled the brim over her eyes. When Antoine looked at her next, she dramatically tipped the brim up with her index finger. "Howdy, partner." She managed to keep a straight face, squinting at Antoine like she had spent all her days wrangling cattle under the hot summer sun.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

above the base of the steps

Dareen made her way forward a few steps, still staying in range with Fatima. "Go on, Mikhail. I'll keep watch over Fatima." She gestured with her head toward the fight, hooking her buckler on her belt. Reaching over her shoulder she gripped her bow between her hands. Making her way quickly down the steps, the Pruulish archer got a quick lay of the situation. Xandar and Faeril were safe for now and rushing up the stairs. All three of the brothers were engaged in mid air fights. There was one 2v1 which seemed to be going well, but Gen seemed to be struggling against a stranger. Dareen prepared to line up a shot to help Gennar, but the two suddenly began plummeting towards the Earth. Dareen's eyes widened, but there was nothing she could do now. They were all tangled up, and not only was the shot hard to hit in the first place, but it would be random chance that she didn't hit Gennar.

Instead, her eyes went to two strangers dueling just a few switchbacks down. One of them was an Eyrien, the other wasn't. The Eyrien looked pompous from here, and he began flying away. Away, away, far from the group, while the wingless man prepared to shoot after him. Yeah, this Eyrien was one of the assholes. Might as well get some target practice in. Dareen took an arrow from her quiver that was always stored against her back and notched it. As the Eyrien attempted to get away, Dareen squinted and closed her left eye, lining up the shot. Her arm strained against the tightness of the bow string. Tension, tension, tension...release! The arrow flung at high velocity. She couldn't tell exactly where it made impact, but it did. The thwack of barb burying into flesh, the flinching of the target, and the vanishing of the arrow were all telltale signs. A good hit.

But Dareen's primary focus was else where. Gen and Haelander (though Dareen did not know Haelander's name) were still plummeting towards the dirt below. Right now, they were too close together to fire safely. Instead, the Pruulish woman took an anticpating step foward and steadied her stance. Preparing a secondary arrow, she started lining up a prediction shot, without pulling back the string yet.

When Gennar and Haelander were disengaged or no longer in a wrestling match to the ground, Dareen would take her shot. Or if Haelander and Gendar hit the ground and starting fighting with blades again, Dareen would fire an arrow at Haelander. She was just waiting for the right opportunity. Hitting Gennar with an arrow would only further his defeat, so it wasn't worth the risk. Dareen had to wait for Haelander to no longer be wrestling or grabbing Gennar, out of arm's reach.

Dareen was entirely and singularly focused on her archery.

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

@Nawmaing Would it be okay if I changed Reika's backstory so she is a pretty fresh recruit to Falchion? Like, less than a year?

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

June and Mallory

@Vaeltaja@Athol@Delphio

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June noticed the security guard. At first she startled as gunshots rang out. But past the zombies in front of her was the security room.

"Mallory!" She called out, pointing to the open security door. The brunette hardly reacted and began walking towards the snarling monsters, the exact same thing she did not want to do. She cringed as June batted the woman to the ground, disengaging to grab her friend by the wrist. She went around the side of the hallway, managing to slip past the distracted zombies before they could make a grab. Almost. June, full of adrenaline and self presevation instinct, satisfied that her friend had gotten past the scuffle, lunged for the door. At the last moment she stopped and turned around. Mallory had slown down considerably, staring in awe at the undead, merely walking towards safety. What was wrong with her?

Mallory was not thinking straight. This was impossible. These people, they were so clearly dead, and yet they walked. Oh, God, you have abandoned us.

June had herself in the doorframe, to prevent the door from closing. She looked inside. She would be safe, if she were to leave everyone, but she needed Mallory to get in the door first. She looked over at the security guard who had stepped into danger, pistol in hand. Then she glanced over at an older gentlemen inside the safe room. He was making for the controls...to close the door? She could practically read it on his face.

"S'il vous plaît ne pas!" She sputtered in her native tongue in a moment of panic! Reaching a hand out to him, begging him to not close the door. Mallory was walking down the side of the hallway, clutching her rod to her chest, looking like a WW1 soldier who was stunned from an artillery barrage.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

Working on something soon! Got distracted. I think I got confused on whether or not the door was closed, but it's not

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

things are coming along nicely eh

i like our characters

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes

Reika Saigyo

◆ Japanese ◆ Female ◆ 26 ◆ 5'9 ◆ 130 ◆ Sniper and Recon

Maintanence- not an exact representation

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_{// A P P E A R A N C E \\}

One of the first things a person notices about Reika is her startingly bright green eyes. When she is not in stealth mode, her round, doe-like eyes are full of life and energy. It is how she prefers to portray herself to the world. Thin, almost frail looking, Reika has ropey muscles and a deceptively dimunitive frame. If her bright eyes was not a give away, Reika has many prosthetic parts about her, infact, the woman is made of metal as much as she is made of flesh and bone.

A few inches beneath her left shoulder, her stump arms slides effortlessly into a light grey, wiery robotic one. She usually wears gloves that run up beneath her shoulders on both of her arms for symmetry sake. Her chest, upper abdomen, and back are also entirely plated and replaced with prosthetic material. With the exception of her digestive system, as such the small area around her belly button is still soft human skin. Her pelvic area is also still biological, but her thighs down on both her legs are entirely robotic.

Her eyes are an incredible replica of real eyes. Her ears are also gone, replaced with headphone like discs that jack into her temple. The top and back of her head are still skin, allowing her to grow hair to cover up her synthetic ears. When in casual situations, Bright Eyes keeps a flower tucked into her hair. The stem of a flower slots perfectly into a miscellaneous hole in her left hearing disk.

Usually she wears grey and black clothing that covers up most of her robotic parts. Dark pants, boots tanktops. When she's feeling particularly confident she'll wear a crop top, revealing her midriff, navel, and plating that covers her lower back.

When in a combat situation, she of course dresses more practically. Usually she ties her black hair into a ponytail to allow her synthetic ears more freedom of hearing and so loose strands don't get in the way of her eyes. She covers up most of herself with black, light weight armor, and she leaves the cute little flower at home. Her bright eyes alter their appearence significantly. They become two matte black voids where no light enters or leaves, giving her a soulless look. The natural state of her prosthetic eyes are not bright green irises or all black, but instead the default, non-glowing brown eyes setting. One rarely sees her with this look, usually when she's just waking up or going to sleep.

_{// P E R S O N A L I T Y \\}

Reika is an amiable person, though lacking in confidence. Light-hearted and kind, but easily spooked or offended, she's a surprisingly sensitive person given her pursuit in life is killing people from a distance or slitting their throats in the dead of night. She cares deeply about her friends and company, and would do anything for them. Her worst fear is letting her allies down, and she wants to please them to a self-detrimental degree. In the field doing her work is where she feels most at home. She doesn't enjoy killing people, but victory is something she values a lot, especially when it works towards helping her allies. Teamwork makes the dream work.

Most of her hobbies are quaint. Antiquing, reading, gardening, knitting, these are all things she enjoys. Of course her greatest pursuits are gynmastics and sharp shooting. Still, there is more to life than turning one's body into a weapon. Even though Reika can quite literally turn parts of her body into a weapon.

_{// H I S T O R Y \\}

Reika grew up in a rural industrial mining town on a "back woods" planet called Akai Pīku, or Red Peak, for the planets notoriously large mountain ranges. In Akai Pīku North, the unimaginatively named hometown, Reika's father was somewhat of a historian. Her mother was an engineer, using the materials pulled from the core of Akai Pīku and turning them into wonderful machinery. Reika loved her home, but there was nothing she would rather do than leave it. It was boring. Stable. No excitement or adventure. There were few exceptions. Sometimes it was necessary to go out hunting for game in the woods, and Reika from a very young age went out to hunt with the hunters, including her father. Eventually she started taking some of the shots herself, and she was good at it. Very good. She didn't like hurting or killing the animals, but hitting the shot was satisfying. Outsmarting her foe, getting the reward, the claps on her back from those she respected.

Her father had filled her head with stories of pirates, knights, adventurers. Her mother chided her for buying into them too much- these are just stories. Keep your head out of the clouds. Though she didn't know it, her parents began to fight over this. Conflicts escalated behind closed doors until they could no longer be hidden. Reika often found herself agreeing with whichever one of the two was nearby, maybe then they would stop yelling.

Her home life wasn't all bad though. Sure, there were arguments, but they still loved each other. One day however, Akai Pīku came under attack by bandits. They sought the machinery deep within the manufacturing company. Reika had turned 18 a few months earlier and was preparing to leave town. When she saw the place of her mothers work go up in flames, the teenager rushed inside to help before the firefighters could stop her. Her mom was pinned underneath some rubble. There were sounds of gunfire elsewhere, but Reika didn't care. She had to save her mother. She did. Her arms ached, but she did. Her mother was free, and begged for her daughter to leave, she shouldn't have come in at all. That was the last thing her mother said to her, as she looked over the shoulder of her daughter and saw men in gas masks emerging from the smoke. They were here for a reason. Just a few more grenades to level this place. Her mother leaped ontop of her daughter as a grenade went off, and stopped moving. Reika felt there was something wrong with her leg, and tried crawling away, her world a daze. A large beam from the ceiling fell onto her hips. There was another explosion, and Reika didn't remember much after that.

She was in a coma for a long time. Her father had lost his wife, and he wasn't going to lose his only daughter. She was eyeless, earless, and a triple amputee, but she would be saved. The bandits were repelled of course, their desperate acts of bloody greed failing. The engineering facility her mother was working at was developing some tech that hadn't quite reached that part of the galaxy yet. Reika was put in a rehabilitation program. When she woke up, she was the cyborg that she is today, though in a more rudimentary set up. It was jarring, to say the least. People gave her strange looks. Looks of pity. Looks of wonderment. Looks of something else, as she limped uncannily through town.

Revenge. The thought hadn't crossed her mind. Rehabilitation was necessary for revenge. She told no one. Two years later, in the dead of night, having modified her bright eyes for night vision functionality, she crept silently into the woods to find her mothers killer. The research was a long time coming, but she had finally found them. That night, she killed the last twelve bandits with a modified, silent hunting rifle. It was too easy. One after another, they went pop in the night. Victory was hers. She helped herself to the loot they had stolen over the last two years of smaller scale raiding. She was twenty years old now, and it was time to leave. With a quiet goodbye to her confused and betrayed father, Reika left and became a mercenary. Six years later, at 26 years old, her reputation preceeded her as a lethal markswoman who could get things done for the right price. One thing she was missing was purpose. She was lonely. Everyone respected her as a mercenary, but one liked her as a person. That was when she found her home in Falchion, onboard the Lucifer's Left Nut, a name that made Reika giggle. Her new life, after all these years, was something she wasn't going to let go of. She's only been onboard for five months, and some things have been rocky, but she's already tied her entire identiy with Falchion and will do whatever it takes.

_{// W E A P O N S & E Q U I P M E N T \\}

Silenced Railgun Sniper Rifle. Delivers high velocity but totally silent bullets into target at ranges up to 4000 meters.

Silenced ballistic pistol, for silent close range kills. Eight rounds, high tech silencer, packs a punch when shot well.

Vibrating, razor sharp katana, like the old stories, and for up close encounters. She usually doesn't bring it on missions. Calls it Shimmer.

Laser Machinegun pistol, for when things get loud. 45 bolts of rapid fire red hot energy before it needs a new cell.

Grappling Hook Arm. Her left arm can mutate into a grappling hook for rapid and quiet ascension.

Blade Arm: Her left robotic arm stores a blade inside. In can project from the end of her forearm, past her hand for thrusting and slashing. It can also reverse it's position and go back to her elbow, for easier deflection and extremely close quarters hand to hand combat.

Impact Calibrated legs: Her robotic legs allow Reika to run completely silently. If she lands on her feet, she can fall from heights that shatter the legs of a normal person.

Flash Grenade, Smoke Grenades. For utility.

Bright Eyes: Her prosthetic eyes can be altered for night vision, thermal vision, black light, and telescopic vision.

Armor: Her cyborg parts work as armor. Her left arm, legs, chest, and the entirety of her back, are resistant to damage of all kinds.

_{// S P E C I A L T Y \\}

Scout Sniper.

Can fight from extremely far away, or extreme close quarters. She excels when she has the advantage, but flounders in bad situations.

_{// O T H E R \\}

Extremely weak to electricity. Shocks that would merely zap a normal person can put Reika out of commission. Anything from paralyis, to comatose states, all the way to death. Tazers, for example, can knock her out for days.

Reika still needs to eat, sleep and go the bathroom of course. Most of her vital organs are still intact, with the exception of her lungs which are mostly robotic. They have many back ups incase there is failure with the machinery, but they are still her more vulnerable part. Poison gas and toxic chemicals are infinitely more lethal for her fragile lungs.

Her weak points are the inverse of her prosthetic parts. Mainly the area beneath her ribs and above her thighs. Namely the lower abdomen, midriff, and pelvis are vulnerable. Her head as well is comprised of damage resistant but extremely important machinery. A powerful enough knock to the head can blind and deafen Reika until repairs are made, if not send her into a coma.