Ashifili

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

If you were planning on jumping ships, you could have added me into that PM as well.

But welp, rip Shikaru.

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky [Discontinued, Hiatus]

It was horrendously cringe-worthy, but it was a sacrifice that he had to make. His dignity as a human being in exchange for getting enough money to pay off rent. While Rui-Ling was a hardy enough individual that could probably just sleep on a newspaper in an alleyway without ever eating food or drinking water, that was a very uncomfortable existence to have, and a supremely depressing one as well. And so, he rented out a one-room suite, constantly buys tasty junk food that would never have any long-term impact on his health due to immortality, and takes jobs from the Dangeki Cosplay Café.

The super seedy, creepy place where girls in costumes are ogled by fat wastes of spaces was definitely an uncomfortable place to job search in, but, alas, there wasn’t much else he could do about it. The light-haired young man, wearing an inconspicuous hoodie and carrying his hands in his pockets, pushed open the door with his shoulder, before nodding in approval at the distinct lack of customers within the shop. There was, of course, a creepy red-head treating a middle school girl to a sweet meal, but enjo kosai was a minor sin at best, and Rui-Ling ignored it.

He sat himself down at the corner, ordered a glass of water, and then said to the empty air, “Business is booming, huh?”

Other Chasers were coming, and he would probably have to compete for jobs later, but for the time being, there was only a creeper couple and a bunch of greenies. Rank C fodder, no doubt. Nothing to sweat about.

His silver hand drummed a nervous tempo in the table as he did his best to ignore all the weird-ass costumes that the waitresses wore.

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Private Zeal Ashart

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Despite the relatively nice weather and all the free time he had, it was a depressing day for Zeal Ashart. Today, he would be sent back into the line of duty after only a month or two of training, and there was no way in hell that he would feel confident at all in his fighting abilities. The Mags MXX was a good, reliable gun that didn’t jam and was easy to clean…but the roar of the submachine gun, as well as the jittering recoil of it was really damn scary.

And he’ll be using it to gun people down in the frontlines as well. Kill or be killed. No hiding and scouting allowed. Zeal chewed his thumbnail as he sat in the mess hall, watching other trainees and fresh recruits going about with no concern at all on their face. Those lucky reserve bastards, able to just have fun and patrol about within the confines of this fort. Jealousy and anxiety clouded his eyes and silenced his hungering stomach, as the chicken and wild rice soup before him grew cold.

Ah, what he would give for the Imps to just go home already. What he would give to be reunited with his sniper friend. What he would give for his mom’s spaghetti. He heard that some people would shoot themselves in the foot to avoid military service, but he wasn’t even a Scout anymore. It probably didn’t even matter if he was ordered to limp towards the enemy like a proper meatshield.

With a melodramatic flop, the ash-haired boy planted his face onto the wooden mess table, sighing like an old widow that just lost his animal companion.

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@SlypheedJealous of what?

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“Wonder how she’s doing…”

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Name: Zeal Ashart
Gender: Male
Age: 20ish
Appearance: Zeal stands at 5’6, and ardently believes that he’ll hit puberty and stop being a midget. He has a lanky build that, at a distance, makes him look taller than he is, and his legs are toned and muscular, from all the running and sprinting he does. Outside of that, there’s nothing else too special about him.

Oh, right. He always packs a seven-inch hand cannon with him, if you know what he means.

Rank: Private
Class: He once was a Scout, before he took a reorganization to the knee and became a Shocktrooper. More shock and less trooper though, because he runs like the wind, but doesn’t take bullet fire too well.

Weapons and Equipment

Mags MXX – Because spray and pray works well with run and gun.
Ragnaid – His last commanding officer forced him to take it with him everywhere, so he can’t complain about sprained ankles and get out of the battlefield.
Instant Camera – A memento from the time when he used to be a Scout. Runs on the plot-substance that is ragnite, and can develop pictures almost instantly. Used mainly for snapping shots of enemy formations and barricades, but as a Shocktrooper, doesn’t have quite as much use.
Binoculars – Another memento, which helps a lot in avoiding large clusters of enemies. What sort of Shocktrooper would willingly run into a storm of bullets, eh?

Personal Potentials

Bug in a Rug - Safety first.
Coward - Zeal ain't no one man army.
Panicky - Just because he has abs doesn't mean it's made of steel.
Runner’s High - At least when it comes to running away.

Personality: Zeal Ashart, despite what his name may imply, is not a devoted soldier with a penchant for using a flamethrower. Really, he’s just a cowardly little shit who was too stupid to become an Engineer and too prone to panic to become a Medic. On the battlefield, he has a ton of nervous ticks, from tapping the ground with his feet to chewing his lower lip until it bleeds to pinching singular hairs off his head. Zeal is constantly afraid of death and injury, with little to no self-esteem in his ability to fight or protect. There is no secretly badass side of him when he enters the battlefield. All he’ll do is try to follow orders as best as he can, while avoiding as much of the conflict as possible. Of course, even if he’s prone to running away or hiding behind cover, Zeal still has his manliness…which pretty much makes him refuse to shoot any female, even if they’re coming at him with a knife and the intent to castrate him.

Off the battlefield, however, Zeal is a fun guy to be around, one who makes the most out of his free, bloodless time. He’s on the perverted side of things, with his risqué jokes that aren’t even that funny, but he’s rather innocent as well, having lost all chances of a romantic life after getting moved to a different division. Always willing to help out with non-combat stuff, he’s a multi-talented midget-ikemen who would have been perfect if he wasn’t totally trash at live combat.

Bio: Being the only son of a middle-class family in Gallia had made Zeal a person who could fully appreciate how nice it was to have a peaceful, ordinary life. He was always a weak child, smaller than the rest and skinnier, but he was good at running, and thus, no one made fun of him. The fastest in the school, his first dream was to become an athlete and compete against the athletes of the Empire in the international Spartakaide.

Of course, he wasn’t THAT talented, and at the age of twelve, abandoned that dream for another one: to get a cute wife.

In order to maximize the amount of travelling he could do, and thus increase the amount of beauties he can encounter, Zeal became a mailman, travelling around the town and neighboring villages to deliver mail. He didn’t really make any connections that way, of course, but at least he knew that cute girls DID exist in the general vicinity. With that in mind, he worked hard at his job, stockpiled money, and was going to try to get lucky…when he got tossed in with the rest of the children his age to compulsory military education, in which his lack of education killed his chances of doing paperwork or other ‘easy’ tasks. Trained as a Scout, due to his legs, he was supposedly meant to be the skirmisher of the company, running up away from everyone else to land consecutive headshots on a singular target, before hoping that he doesn’t get spotted and killed on the spot.

Instead, however, Zeal just ran back and did what his job description was: to see where enemy troops were and report those movements to his superior. He even got a camera to do all the reporting for him, and scored relatively high marks in agility tests.

He didn’t really think that he would have to do anything with his training though, and after military education was done, went back to his skirt-chasing, mail-sending normal life.

Then the Empire attacked, and he was drafted, given a gun, and told to shoot down some god damn Imps. There went his peaceful, bloodless life! The only light in the tunnel came from the fact that there was a cute Darcsen sniper girl in the team, whom he befriended after taking a bullet in the arm for her…but even that romantic flag was torn apart when, due to the lack of Shocktroopers in the army and the surplus of Scouts, Zeal was sent back to camp, torn away from his friend that was a girl, and forced to don the heavy armor and submachine gun of a Shocktrooper.

His legs, luckily, were still useful, allowing him to get to cover much faster than others…but all that training in ‘facing death in the eye and spitting at it’ had simply made him extremely paranoid about open spaces.

It was as a veteran coward and a newbie Shocktrooper that he was soon tossed into the 12th Company as a much needed meatshield. A meatshield who excelled at dodging.

RP Sample: Just gotta believe, mang.

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You should be happy that such a powerful wingman has occurred. All the other males will literally look like saints around him.

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“Wonder how she’s doing…”

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Name: Zeal Ashart
Gender: Male
Age: 20ish
Appearance: Zeal stands at 5’6, and ardently believes that he’ll hit puberty and stop being a midget. He has a lanky build that, at a distance, makes him look taller than he is, and his legs are toned and muscular, from all the running and sprinting he does. Outside of that, there’s nothing else too special about him.

Oh, right. He always packs a seven-inch hand cannon with him, if you know what he means.

Rank: Private
Class: He once was a Scout, before he took a reorganization to the knee and became a Shocktrooper. More shock and less trooper though, because he runs like the wind, but doesn’t take bullet fire too well.

Weapons and Equipment

Mags MXX – Because spray and pray works well with run and gun.
Ragnaid – His last commanding officer forced him to take it with him everywhere, so he can’t complain about sprained ankles and get out of the battlefield.
Instant Camera – A memento from the time when he used to be a Scout. Runs on the plot-substance that is ragnite, and can develop pictures almost instantly. Used mainly for snapping shots of enemy formations and barricades, but as a Shocktrooper, doesn’t have quite as much use.
Binoculars – Another memento, which helps a lot in avoiding large clusters of enemies. What sort of Shocktrooper would willingly run into a storm of bullets, eh?

Personal Potentials

Bug in a Rug - Safety first.
Coward - Zeal ain't no one man army.
Panicky - Just because he has abs doesn't mean it's made of steel.
Runner’s High - At least when it comes to running away.

Personality: Zeal Ashart, despite what his name may imply, is not a devoted soldier with a penchant for using a flamethrower. Really, he’s just a cowardly little shit who was too stupid to become an Engineer and too prone to panic to become a Medic. On the battlefield, he has a ton of nervous ticks, from tapping the ground with his feet to chewing his lower lip until it bleeds to pinching singular hairs off his head. Zeal is constantly afraid of death and injury, with little to no self-esteem in his ability to fight or protect. There is no secretly badass side of him when he enters the battlefield. All he’ll do is try to follow orders as best as he can, while avoiding as much of the conflict as possible. Of course, even if he’s prone to running away or hiding behind cover, Zeal still has his manliness…which pretty much makes him refuse to shoot any female, even if they’re coming at him with a knife and the intent to castrate him.

Off the battlefield, however, Zeal is a fun guy to be around, one who makes the most out of his free, bloodless time. He’s on the perverted side of things, with his risqué jokes that aren’t even that funny, but he’s rather innocent as well, having lost all chances of a romantic life after getting moved to a different division. Always willing to help out with non-combat stuff, he’s a multi-talented midget-ikemen who would have been perfect if he wasn’t totally trash at live combat.

Bio: Being the only son of a middle-class family in Gallia had made Zeal a person who could fully appreciate how nice it was to have a peaceful, ordinary life. He was always a weak child, smaller than the rest and skinnier, but he was good at running, and thus, no one made fun of him. The fastest in the school, his first dream was to become an athlete and compete against the athletes of the Empire in the international Spartakaide.

Of course, he wasn’t THAT talented, and at the age of twelve, abandoned that dream for another one: to get a cute wife.

In order to maximize the amount of travelling he could do, and thus increase the amount of beauties he can encounter, Zeal became a mailman, travelling around the town and neighboring villages to deliver mail. He didn’t really make any connections that way, of course, but at least he knew that cute girls DID exist in the general vicinity. With that in mind, he worked hard at his job, stockpiled money, and was going to try to get lucky…when he got tossed in with the rest of the children his age to compulsory military education, in which his lack of education killed his chances of doing paperwork or other ‘easy’ tasks. Trained as a Scout, due to his legs, he was supposedly meant to be the skirmisher of the company, running up away from everyone else to land consecutive headshots on a singular target, before hoping that he doesn’t get spotted and killed on the spot.

Instead, however, Zeal just ran back and did what his job description was: to see where enemy troops were and report those movements to his superior. He even got a camera to do all the reporting for him, and scored relatively high marks in agility tests.

He didn’t really think that he would have to do anything with his training though, and after military education was done, went back to his skirt-chasing, mail-sending normal life.

Then the Empire attacked, and he was drafted, given a gun, and told to shoot down some god damn Imps. There went his peaceful, bloodless life! The only light in the tunnel came from the fact that there was a cute Darcsen sniper girl in the team, whom he befriended after taking a bullet in the arm for her…but even that romantic flag was torn apart when, due to the lack of Shocktroopers in the army and the surplus of Scouts, Zeal was sent back to camp, torn away from his friend that was a girl, and forced to don the heavy armor and submachine gun of a Shocktrooper.

His legs, luckily, were still useful, allowing him to get to cover much faster than others…but all that training in ‘facing death in the eye and spitting at it’ had simply made him extremely paranoid about open spaces.

It was as a veteran coward and a newbie Shocktrooper that he was soon tossed into the 12th Company as a much needed meatshield. A meatshield who excelled at dodging.

RP Sample: Just gotta believe, mang.

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Are the Olympics a thing?

And pls, just toss Ragnaid in their face and they'll be fine.

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Question. Are instant cameras a thing?

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I mean, a tank headshot would just straight up kill you. A bullet to the gut is a much more painful way to go.