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The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Name: Herodotus Sykes, Engineer
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Gender & Race: (Ancient) Human Male
How you got here: Herodotus arrived when the first men descended from the sky. Charged by the so called "colonial" authorities with overseeing the maintenance and "terraforming" of the newfound planet, something went really wrong with the navigation controls of his vessel and was lost to the world.
Background: Aeons ago, Herodotus spent his youth growing and learning under a different sky and sun. A son of an otherwise unremarkable couple, he always had a fascination to take flight and conquer the stars, and his dream was realized when he enlisted in one of such colonial attempts. The journey was long and uneventful, but Herodotus persevered and prepared himself for the titanic task of bringing a new planet up to shape so that humans could inhabit it.

However, the day of the landing, a severe malfunction on his descent pod veered his trajectory far off, and he crash landed into the northern wastes in a crevice. The subsequent landslide of rocks and ice emtombed him, and he was considered dead. He, however, survived, by clinging to the pod's basic healing support systems and cold sleep functions. The world changed around him. The Void invaded. Kingdoms rose and fall, and the ancient systems he was supposed to repair were forgotten and poorly maintained, all while he slept as his wounds healed. A massive earthquake in recent times, a fortitous event, freed him from his ice prison. The sight what awaited him was appalled, and he nearly succumbed to despair after sighting orcs for the first time, and thinking that had been the fate of all mankind. But he persevered. He traded his futuristic equipment, useful but rather depleted with the tools of hunter-gatherers, and he made a beeline towards civilization. The Void, the Guardians... the recent events. So many situations to repair and fix, and so little time.

Powers, Abilities, & Equips:

Mark of the Overseer: An engraved three point star tatoo in his flesh, this actually serves as a method of recognition and master key for many of the ancient systems that might still be scattered about. It also allows to learn and process much more quickly new languages and information.

Ancient Engineer: Sykes knows the ins and out of the ancient technology. At the proper place at the right moment, this can bear exceptional fruit. However, due to the vast amount of knowledge required to do at once, he needs a programmed chip to store the blueprints of most things. Since his ordeal, this has been restricted to self-taught devices, which nevertheless include high-grade medieval weaponry and tech.

Hunting: Sykes has a good aim, and he is rather fit. He can use a bow with no small amount of skill (although a gun would be much better) and he can also fight acceptably with the knife. He is also good at tracking and has notions of stealth.

Omni-tool: Basically, a futuristic multi-tool. It can be used to repair ancient tech. He keeps this device hidden due to its hi-tech appearance. (Requires an ID mark to work). The Omni-tool has also a display which connects with the ancient Sky-Eye network of satellites, which are useful for positioning or getting the topography of a place done. (Although Sykes isn't sure the network still works).

Desired Class: Ranger
Character Flaws: Herodotus is jaded and rather cynical, and he is often than more frequently detached from the events of the world at large. He has a tendence to consider non-human races as servant races. He also is under immense emotional strain, and grief might make him much more callous and reckless than he would be otherwise.
Famous Quotes: "This was not meant to be."

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

And posted. Sykes just activated a satellite view on the Throne Room by accident. XD.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

@Thinslayer

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The man eyed the damp cellar of the castle with reticence, his worn boots descending the small tortuous steps to the chambers beneath. He inhaled deeply, manifesting his tiredness to the world, even if few people could hear. He was an average, toned man, in the garb of those who roamed around. Hunters. Often scavengers. And often those scavengers, covered in leathers and hoods, were the ones with the keys of knowledge ages past.

The heart of the city was ancient, and the mists of time had eroded the knowledge about its structure and function to all but a few who were lucky enough to seize the tiny fragments of those that had Come from the Stars. Such was Sykes, the man who now stopped, his nose frowning upon seeing a rat the size of a small house animal scurry past his feet. Truly, the power plant, one of the greatest assets of Midhaven, needed every single maintainance it could get, judging by the signs of disrepair that were more evident as he descended into the small cubicle full of mirrors which in the ancient tongue of the starmen was inscribed as "Control Room." The scavenger eyed his companion. A mage of no small talent, a confident of the Archmage, and ultimately the King. He was to be their eyes, for one could not leave such an asset unguarded. Sykes coughed, and extended his hand in a bump in the cold metal door. Clearing his throat, he chanted.

"Oh, ancestors, grant me passage." He said, while straining his visage, as if he was performing some kind of magic feat. And the ancient machines answered, springing to life in a slow, lamenting noise. Doors of metalwork without match in this era slid open, revealing the damp, ghastly interior. Sykes didn't hesitate, as he step inside the unknow.

And just like that, the door sealed shut. Apparently the machines had only found Sykes worthy of passage.

At least that was the official version, Sykes thought. He was no scavenger, no specialist in ancient technology. He himself was a piece of living past, but in a world of reality warping features known as magic, mutants and in general backwater societies, it would be wise to keep his true past to all but himself. Long gone were the days where he gazed at the virgin skies, from the spaceship... and wondering how the colonization would happen. Forgotten by the world at large, and cast in a retrograde future, he lived to get by, wishing to repair what had gone wrong.

Damp, and in disrepair, the control room felt more nostalgic and homely than a hundred inns to the ancient engineer. "I am sorry master Vanarys, the machines of the ancients are fickle. They do seem to want me and me only. I am safe, but for the time being we might be incommunicated for a bit." He lied. Truth to be told he know the command to override the door safety and allow it open, but he would not tell. He only hoped the mage on the other side was sensible and did not wrench the door open with the powers of his mind.

His eyes traced in the barely lit dark the keys of a metallic keyboard. After a few strokes, and dusting a few cobwebs, the device was up and running.

The mirror-like screen flickered to life as he brushed his hand slightly. The mere proximity of the mark on his left hand served as identification for a lot of systems, he did not need to use handwaving and voice commands, but it was better to keep the performance in public, as he had done so earlier.

>Antaeus Inc Reactor 3TF-669B
>Last login, XXX of the XXX.
>HELLO SYKES, WELCOME BACK.

The ancient machine displayed, an automated message he himself had configured centuries ago whenever he identified himself. Sykes wasted no time in typing, stroking the keyboard with a swiftness unseen in ages, the room half in shade and in the dark.

>Power output 48%
>Maintenance required on sectors 4B, 4C, Main, AUX, and SCONTROL.

He sighed, as he eyed the data. Several parts were clogged or corroded. However, some of them could resist some more wear, and the trick of flushing some more coolant in some of the lines seemed to do the trick for some issues. He wished he still had the tools he had landed with. He could probably bring the reactor to its optimal treshold. But that would have to do for a little more.

>Power output 57%
>Lines on 4C Restored.
>Proximity alert triggered.

"Hm?" Sykes eyed the screen, as a low key alarm began to ring. "Uh, that is odd." He said loud, hoping to quell the mage on the other side of the door. "Apparently the machine sensed something outside." Sykes added. Well, it was true enough. He pondered. Maybe he could...

>SkyEye Uplink connected
>Panel in SCONTROL Deploying
>Obstruction found. Overriding...

Sykes gasped, as ancient system went online, connecting the old satellite network positioning system to the video feed of the plant systems. He had eyes now...

But not only him. Somewhere, in the Superior Control Room, which happened to be located in the same place of the Throne room, a panel shuddered to life, tearing through tapestries and displaying alien, shifting images of the aerial view of Midhaven...albeit from a mind-boggling height. Rings of light and strange words appeared in several dots that surrounded the castle.

Well, he probably would have something to explain after that, Sykes thought bitterly...

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

WIP

Chiyo Tanaka

Caution: Sparkly as heck!

Name: Chiyo Tanaka.
Alias: Chiyo-Chan, Lamia (don't call her this unless you like your spine's structural integrity. It's also the Ghoul-s nickname for her)
Faction: Dove, Associate Special Class
Age: 20
Personality: Chiyo goes to great lenghts to project an image of community-oriented and concerned person. She is easy to approach, supportive of her teammates, and possess a good grasp on how to support them both in skill and emotion. She is social busybee, always happy to be in the center of people to organize and tend to issues. She also likes to show an image of elegance and skill in whatever task she tries to accomplish, and she is quick to admit faults and mistakes. At least in public. In truth, Chiyo's outer friendly and social persona is but a mask that hides an ugly narcissistic, sadistic and nihilistic bitter woman, who thinks of only her own interest and advancement above all else, and that she understands that in this world, one must be a wolf and not a sheep. She could be accused of be cruel to ghouls, if she did not think those deranged mutants are on the same level as cockroaches, a plague at worst, and a quinque resource to be harvested at best. Vain to a fault, attempting to mar her physique is a sure way to knock off her mask.

Appearance: Chiyo is a fairly lithe and firmly set into a japanese woman average height. She keeps her hair long and stylish, and she has a shapely but not overly buxom figure. She usually likes to wear makeup (although not too much) and perfume, even on duty, as well as heels, whenever applicable. She usually gives a friendly smile and talks in a cheery voice. This also applies whenever she is angry, being able to vividly describe gruesome punishments with the same doll-like grin. Only when truly exhausted or angry, her smile can be wiped off from her face.

History: There is rarely any kind of noteworthy event to Chiyo Tanaka's early years, other than the fact that she practically had everything at her fingertips. Reasonably wealthy background, a gaggle of female followers and male-would be suitors, some sport competition medals, and wits enough to put the resident bookworms of class on their place. Yet, at some point in her high-school life, she was beset by doubt about what to do next. Would she pursue the Idol path, and cater to the voluble masses? Would she use her physique to win more fan and glory? Would she seduce a rich man to live off his wealth? Would she try to amass her own wealth? The answer she took was the CCG. Ironically, Chiyo herself would muse later on it was probably a last minute crazy idea. But she knew she could reap the attention of the sheep, be surrounded by studs, and a fair amount of renown, all for the risky but small price of hacking backward cannibal mutants to pieces.

So, she transfered to the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy, and she well made more than one eat their own words. Initially belittled for her rather friendly disposition and high-standard background, she made sure to shut the mouths of many with her effort and talent (her swordsmanship in particular), and earned herself quite a fanclub there, managing to graduate as Rank 1 instead of 2. Just like in her other high-school, albeit the Academy was, admittedly, more challenging...and perhaps fun.

Of course, after graduating and starting doing the field work, she was presented with the not so fun parts of the job. Using their quinques, and try not to be hacked into pieces by a ghoul. Well, nothing she could not usually manage, but still sometimes the damn beasts drew their claws a little too close to the face she had taken great pains to take care of. She couldn't help really. Fellow investigators and comrades in arms were shown what lurked underneath her honeyed exterior, particulary when they saw her break her Tsunagi by hitting a ghoul so hard they couldn't harvest a Quinque from it, merely for the transgression of cutting a large gash into her scalp that could leave a scar.

Some were taken aback...but others welcomed her true nature. They begun to compare her to a certain investigator named Graye. The sheer lethality and ruthlessness of her abilities had a lot of untapped potential and applications, and they soon began to deploy her with increasingly difficult targets, and much to her chagrin, usually in the frontline, to exploit her narcissist rage towards the CCG's ends. It worked, even though Chiyo began to secretly resent her seniors and higher ups for the fact that they had the gall to paint a target in her face just to see her trample down ghouls in retaliation. After a few high-profile kills, she achieved First Class at a rather young age after just one year of operations, much to the envy and awe of her peers.

This was the start of the nightmare for Chiyo, however. As a First Rank investigator, she was in charge of "juniors" which more than often were older than her. While she had no shortage of skill, her partner did belittle her for her youth and more than often refused to cooperate. And yet, she knew that if she snapped she could lose all what she gained. It was for naught, however, as a gross miscalculation on the CCG rating of a certain ghoul, called the Griefer, ended up matching her and her uncooperative junior against an SS rank ghoul no less.

She had been half expecting the backstab, really, but she had never expected he would have guts to do it. Being stabbed by a fellow investigator and be left as bait was infuriating. But it was more infuriating that nobody would ever see her end in all glory. He didn't really run far, the Griefer ate him like one gulps down a peanut. Chiyo bit her lip so hard that she drew blood. She couldn't allow this, she couldn't die here. She was far too talented and special to die here, she said to herself, but strength failed her limbs.

She did live, but not because of her own volition. She recognized the glint in the eyes of the Griefer, as she dragged her incapacitated self into his lair. She wanted to toy with her, like a child toys with a spider by tearing its legs one by one. And toy with her he did. She cried, even. Not the crocodile tears she usually put in front of others, but the genuine deal. She called for her parents. HER PARENTS! All while the Griefer literally chuckled as he kept making enough cuts and breaking the right bones to maximize the paint. He even literally drank her tears, the sick animal.

She still doesn't remember how it happened at first. The CCG had long given up on finding her alive. The Griefer, perhaps had a bit too much of a hearty meal. Or a fight with another high ranked ghoul. Perhaps both. A careless mistake mixed with his whim. He let her out of her binds just to amuse him by wriggling like a worm. She recognized the glint of her quinque, a tool that had been used against her to lacerate her own flesh. The Griefer smiled smugly, his eyes closed to enjoy the bliss. It happened in a heartbeat. Her hand seized the blade. Her body and mind remembered the techniques of the sword that made her medals in high school and the recognition of her peers in the CCG.

A swift cut, and the Griefer's lifeblood sprung forth from his neck. Chiyo croaked in whatever semblance of laughter her body could muster, as she crawled to her feet. The Griefer's eyes went from panic to fury. Rinraku tendrils sprouted from his back. But Chiyo was faster. Thanks to the torture, the pain of moving was a lesser worry. She drove the sword again with great skill through the ghoul's heart, killing him quickly. She smiled in glee. But she was far from done.

When the CCG reinforcements arrived after she managed to make a call from the lair, they found her nearly incapacitated, covered in her own blood and that of the Griefer. As for the Griefer, Chiyo had learned her lesson. The kakuhou was intact...but the rest of the ghoul had been scattered all over the place.

It took Chiyo months of hospital stays and cosmetic surgery to regain her appearance and function, painful waits and vexing procedures, but she eventually was back to her feet, thanks to the support of her family's wealth (which she nearly drained) and the CCG continued support. But she could never be back to what she had been. The humiliation burned deep in her soul. Her temper, however, was placated by the fact that her survival and slaying of the Griefer allowed her to be promoted to the Associate Special Class, as well as being awarded a Quinque from the Fallen Ghoul. After the proverbial pat on the back for a job well done and with her body still sore from the recovery, Chiyo was then transferred to Ward 8, in order to assist with the increasing Ghoul issues.

Skills: What are you good at? Weapon use, tactics, great at diffusing a situation, cooking? Anything that's above average that you feel needs noted goes here.

• Swordsmanship: Chiyo's favored sport has always been swordsmanship even since middle school. Having no small amount of talent and non-stop training since then, it earned her several medals, the respect of her peers, and the annoying rumour that she killed a ghoul with a plain katana. (She doesn't deny or accept the rumour, either). She has mastered the quick-draw to a point that she can use a plain Tsunagi (or a sword-like kagune) to great effect, without relying on more powerful ones to hunt down all but the strongest ghouls.
• Charismatic: Chiyo knows how to talk people her way in more ways than one. She is extremely adept at telling people what they want to hear, and wrap them around her pinky finger.
• Cold Thinker: One does not survive living fast and hard on mere luck. Chiyo has cultivated her mind very much like her body, and she often thinks often about the possible factors, outcomes and actions of her plans, often in a callous manner. This generally doesn't change even under pressure, with the notable exception of anything that has to do with her narcissism.
• Entertainer: Chiyo is an excellent hostess, and she can dance and sing like a pro. It's usually not useful, but sometimes she wonders if she should have pursued that kind of career instead.

Equipment: Chiyo carries usually a CCG-issued notebook, as well as her ID and Cellphone. She also carries a run of the mill plain Tsunagi quinque, the most basic tool an investigator uses, also a small purse with the key to her apartment and a wallet with some money and train cards (she doesn't drive). She has a secondary Quinque she carries but almost never uses.

• Quinque: Izanami: Named after a terrible goddess of the underworld, this Rinraku quinque is as disgusting as one could think of. A sinewy, muscular tentacle with a bizarre appearance that acts like a whip, it is coated in a fluid similar to ghoul's saliva, but concentrated, and the mere touch of it can partially digest kagune and flesh over time (not to mention that it is really gross).

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Still waiting on the OK to move the character and start crankin' a post.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Sounds interesting...

Name: Herodotus Sykes, Engineer
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Gender & Race: (Ancient) Human Male
How you got here: Herodotus arrived when the first men descended from the sky. Charged by the so called "colonial" authorities with overseeing the maintenance and "terraforming" of the newfound planet, something went really wrong with the navigation controls of his vessel and was lost to the world.
Background: Aeons ago, Herodotus spent his youth growing and learning under a different sky and sun. A son of an otherwise unremarkable couple, he always had a fascination to take flight and conquer the stars, and his dream was realized when he enlisted in one of such colonial attempts. The journey was long and uneventful, but Herodotus persevered and prepared himself for the titanic task of bringing a new planet up to shape so that humans could inhabit it.

However, the day of the landing, a severe malfunction on his descent pod veered his trajectory far off, and he crash landed into the northern wastes in a crevice. The subsequent landslide of rocks and ice emtombed him, and he was considered dead. He, however, survived, by clinging to the pod's basic healing support systems and cold sleep functions. The world changed around him. The Void invaded. Kingdoms rose and fall, and the ancient systems he was supposed to repair were forgotten and poorly maintained, all while he slept as his wounds healed. A massive earthquake in recent times, a fortitous event, freed him from his ice prison. The sight what awaited him was appalled, and he nearly succumbed to despair after sighting orcs for the first time, and thinking that had been the fate of all mankind. But he persevered. He traded his futuristic equipment, useful but rather depleted with the tools of hunter-gatherers, and he made a beeline towards civilization. The Void, the Guardians... the recent events. So many situations to repair and fix, and so little time.

Powers, Abilities, & Equips:

Mark of the Overseer: An engraved three point star tatoo in his flesh, this actually serves as a method of recognition and master key for many of the ancient systems that might still be scattered about. It also allows to learn and process much more quickly new languages and information.

Ancient Engineer: Sykes knows the ins and out of the ancient technology. At the proper place at the right moment, this can bear exceptional fruit. However, due to the vast amount of knowledge required to do at once, he needs a programmed chip to store the blueprints of most things. Since his ordeal, this has been restricted to self-taught devices, which nevertheless include high-grade medieval weaponry and tech.

Hunting: Sykes has a good aim, and he is rather fit. He can use a bow with no small amount of skill (although a gun would be much better) and he can also fight acceptably with the knife. He is also good at tracking and has notions of stealth.

Omni-tool: Basically, a futuristic multi-tool. It can be used to repair ancient tech. He keeps this device hidden due to its hi-tech appearance. (Requires an ID mark to work). The Omni-tool has also a display which connects with the ancient Sky-Eye network of satellites, which are useful for positioning or getting the topography of a place done. (Although Sykes isn't sure the network still works).

Desired Class: Ranger
Character Flaws: Herodotus is jaded and rather cynical, and he is often than more frequently detached from the events of the world at large. He has a tendence to consider non-human races as servant races. He also is under immense emotional strain, and grief might make him much more callous and reckless than he would be otherwise. He also lacks exposure to magical arts.
Famous Quotes: "This was not meant to be."

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Mei

@Old Amsterdam

Mei's steady gait stopped, after the subtle, but fairly noticeable prompt of her companion. She breathed deep, in the alleway, as she allowed herself to catch her breath. "Why, you say." She paused as she eyed the droplets down her legs. She had to do something about the blood samples she was scattering through half of the city aswell. She inhaled, thinking carefully. He seemed keener than she initially thought, maybe she could reason with her charge as if he were an infant rather than a severely mentally-impaired patient. "Flowers. It's because of that." . She pondered. "A flower is a fragile thing, that one might crush at our mercy in our palms, should we wish to. However... it is also a wondrous thing. Something that has been growing on water, soil and light, and yet exquisitely complicated." Mei added as she spotted a manhole cover. "Should we not, then, grow flowers instead of crushing them?" She paused as she strained herself dragging the cover out, the raw smell making her nostrils curl. "Saving ghoul lives is even more complicated, while extinguishing them is still fairly easy. I want to see a world full of life, not full of death as it is now.". She indicated to Draco. "Now we go down, Hopefully whatever kind of stuff grows in the sewers will ruin any kind of trace we are leaving. It is going to stink, but then we will go to have a shower at some haven I possess."

I'll have to scrub down hard the grime leading to the haven too, but I can do that with a bit of more time. Mei bitterly thought as she splashed inside the sewer.

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

Interesting.I am not much of a gun fan, but the setting holds promise.

Just one question, would non-criminal human sorcerers still be able to join?

[RoE]Shin Seiki Evangelion : א -The Remix of Evangelion (Dead RP)(18+)

Well with@Lmpkio leaving, the RP finally kicked the bucket.

@Lmpkio@Renny@Cassowarysaur@Holy Grail Thanks for participating.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Mei

@Old Amsterdam

Mei gritted her teeth as she watched the chimera regenerate, blood trickling down her leg where she had made her surprising act of self mutilation. Back in the day, she would have agreed to kill any dangerous ghoul, but now, years and years of seeing the fragility of existence in full force made her think otherwise. Humans were fragile, ghouls less so, but still surprisingly fragile aswell. At least her stopgap measure had saved the attacker.

He looked at her in confusion, craving for reaffirmation through touch. Would that be a younger ghoul, she probably would have flinched, but she stood there, staring down the creature. Her medical knowledge kicked in some sort of automated protocol.
"Awake?Good, you had quite a heavy hit. Do you know who you are and where are you? Please follow my finger with your eyes." Mei parroted, as she performed some tests on the ghoul to assure the condition... wasn´t worsening. She looked left and right, and clasped one of his hands.

"We should make ourselves scarce." The chinese ghoul said, while trying to limp towards shelter, chimera ghoul in tow.