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Duuude, Charon is ripped. #bodygoals


Well, if you look at some of his usual artistic depictions...



Half of the time he's clubbing some fool.


Name: Charon.
Nickname(s): Annoying Old geezer, The Ferryman (in olden times)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Ladies' man.
Age of Death: He doesn't even remember.
Occupation: Retired old man. Occassional courier. Former Ferryman of the Underworld.
Species: ???? Probably a really old demon.
Appearance Description: Charon is an old, fierce looking man with a piercing stare that usually dresses in tatters. While he looks more or less human, his true appearance is very gaunt. He has spent so much time in the underworld, that even his would-be demonic features have turned into something else altogether.
Personality: Charon is rather cynical and rather bitter, and his bouts of fierce temper have permeated the legends of the underworld for centuries. Even so, he was a most disciplined servant of his duties, and even when Hell changed shape and new Sins were appointed, he kept doing his job day by day without complaining. Relieved of his duties, however, Charon is intent to spend a good chunk of eternity compensating and indulging for so many hours ferrying souls, not giving a damn about other things than himself. Then for his perceived flaws, Charon is still a honorable man of the old school, and he will never disobey a plea. He also seems to have a thing for heroic deeds and impossible tasks, as he was known to bend the rules a little every time and then.
History:An ancient psychopomp, there are many who don't even think that Charon was ever mortal, but a couple of drunken passages alluding to "jerks with iron weapons cutting our bronze swords" seem to be genuine recopilations of an hypothetic human past. He always has carried the duty of escorting new souls to the current lords of the Underworld, at least until recently. Even an incombustible old man like himself yearned for retirement, specially what with their new generations and their ways. So he did. Although he could've reincarnated, waaay too many time spent in the underworld made him still fond of the place, and the demons do have cheap drinks and entertainaments, so why not burn his retirement pension there?.
Powers: Ferryman: Charon's quintessential power, is the ability to travel from any body of fluid (either lava or water) to another with no limitation to distance, placement or even the fact that it could be anywhere on Earth, Heaven or Hell, by using a mystical indestructible boat. Of course, nothing is without restraints, however. Charon can only ferry dead souls to Earth for a very brief period of time, and Heaven does not welcome him any longer after he managed to crash his boat through an Archangel's bathtub, exposing her holy nakedness in the process.
Strength of the Damned: He has to be that strong to be wading a boat full of souls along lava and whatnot. It's best not to challenge him to an arm wrestling contest, even taking in account his skeleton form.
Not So Sacred Weapon: His trusted boatpole. He has fought many times with it, and it is a essential part of the ritual to summon his boat and go anywhere.
Other: Retired old men are funny.
@AtomicNut Well, it's a little convoluted. This is going of the idea that they aren't technically physical beings but just souls. "Demons" are only souls who decided to stay in the underworld. Therefore, having children isn't possible, nor is it possible for any soul unless they decide to return to an earthly body. Does that make sense?


Well yeah, I was just exploring prospective sources of comedy for Charon.
On a side note, demons can't have kids and such, right?
@AtomicNut I feel like that is alright, but just so you know even though it takes elements from religious myths it is a fairy tale-esque feeling rp and doesn't really involve religion at all.


Well I mean, imagine that crusty old dude who waves the cane, and keeps telling "YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG."

And everyone else is like "Why are you still here?"

"Cheap drinks and warm places to spend my retirement fee."

Also he should've inherited his ferryman power which allows to sail anywhere. From the lava rivers to Michael's bathtub with mr Ducky. And that's why they told him to never bother going to Heaven anymore.
Hrm, this seems interesting. I wonder if i can play a leftover of an earlier underworld myth that somehow got permeated in the whole christian-ish hell: Old man Charon. Who is retired. And complaining that everything was better in the old times.
Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa




Stoically, Hana stood tall, her eyes peeking at everyone's elses reaction about her statement. Her brow furrowed at Itsuki's statements. He was still trying to throw his weight around, despite having been overtaken by the pace of events. Not to mention rash and insulting. Hana's patience had waned enough to consider telling Takumi to use RC suppressor on Itsuki, but there were the kids to consider. No doubt some of the posturings and words were nothing short of scary.

Takumi was even genuinely concerned she had begun a one way descent into becoming a maddened amoral scientist, which given his background, he was extremely sensitive at all. His awkwardness seemed to win the day, and he engaged in some playful antics with Rin, who was gleefully ignoring the metaphorical elephant in the room. Are you doing this on purpose, Rin? Hana seemed to ponder as she looked at her own naked and pitiful status.

"Damn. I really liked those pyjamas." She muttered in a recognizable grumble, before sighing and deciding that it was time to wrap things up. Her eyes darted from Takkun and the new acquaintance, that Kakuja named Miyako. Something really interesting was going on, already. The eldest female ghoul smiled mischievously as she brought her hand in a feign surprise.

"No way, Miyakon! There's only so much you can be shameless. You break in Hana-chan's clinic and then you want Takkun's babies? That's some shamelessness there, girl!" Hana eyed them both, decided to go for some levity to lift people's spirits up. Deep down, she showed a litte of concern about Miyako being every bit as agressive towards her love advances as towards her prey, but then again, she had given the RC suppressant to Takumi. He would be fine. Hana then clasped her hands, and added a new inflection in her voice as she addressed everyone.

"Well then, how about everyone helps Hana-chan in the cleaning?" She added, but before elaborating further, one phone which had miracously had survived the onslaught of the ghoul fight, rang. The doctor grabbed it, mumbling something about it being rotten timing or a certain fellow doctor of hers having his bottom rear as his top front.

Hana's face visiblely blanched for a second, all colour flushing out of hers. She had shown very little, if any traces of genuine fear and concern before, so it was all more spectacular when her usual playful and self-assuring smile came all crashing down. But, only for a brief second, before regaining her composture. Her answer in the phone was curt, almost monotone like. "Do as planned, then,
and evacuate.
She added.

And then, in an uncharacteristic fit of genuine ghoul rage, smashed said phone with the fist, her head hanging limp as strands of loose hair obscured her factions. Her voice came at first quivering, unsure. Maybe because of rage or fear. Nobody knew. "I..I'm sorry kids. I promised you to take you to my safe place, but...the CCG is here. She added, before eyeing the infants. "You'll have to go elsewhere. Takkun, Rinrin, Ikki, and...yes, even Miyakon should see to your safety for the time being. I have to deal with my guests." The eldest ghoul adding, stomping forward to fetch some equipment before letting the shock that others could possibly have wear off.

"This was all my fault, I should've made this secure...two kakujas in a clinic duking it out, of course that had to get attention. Well, what's done is done, Hana...time to pay the piper." Hana said to herself as she produced several generic ghoul masks which then tossed towards the others. "Use these to wear them as you break through their barricade after exiting through the fire stairs. They're after a B rank ghoul so it shouldn't be too hard." Hana added, as she firmly adjusted her bee mask on.

However, the most interesting part were the devices she had grabbed on her hands. In one it was some kind of remote. She doubted for a second, before handing it to Itsuki. " Grab this remote, lead the others to safety, and then blow up this place sky-high. There's a lot of things the CCG must not know about this place, understand. Leaving this place to plunder for the CCG is not an option." Her other hand contained a folder, as well as a rectangular gadget. A gun. She offered the folder to Takumi. "The results of my researches must not fall in the wrong hands."

Her gaze became a bit of a longing one, as she stared at her siblings and the kids one last time. She cocked her gun, weighing it in her hands. Not even an hour since the last fight and she was getting in another. Ukaku weren't really made for this, but she had little choice in the matter, she run as she slammed the entry door hard, botching a CCG's officer attempt to enter and barricading it.

"Go!" She urged.
I was a bit sick, but can start collabs now...
I feel inspiring. I write a post a few hours ago. Two posts happen after. Daaamn. :D

I will be up for collabs when I go home soon.


Well, I'll be off to bed, but I can do collab tomorrow.
@MrDidact@kingkonrad I can also join in for King's landing goodness.

Seran has exhausted his 1x/day Haste, so I will wait till next round of ship combat. Probably taking a bit easier now.
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