Real World Character
Shirai Hiroyuki
Age:19
Gender:Male
Appearance:Standing at the staggering 6'0", Hiroyuki is exceptionally tall for someone in Japan. While he calls himself "lithe", he is more athletic than anything else. Very little stands out about him besides his height. He is, while not ugly, not pretty. He looks extremely average.
Short Bio:Legends tell of a professional team so strong that they have not lost a single match.
Because they didn't play a single match.
The life of Jade Knights was short lived. In the one month they were active, they were embroiled in so many controversies that nation-wide regulations came out specifically to protect players from these very situations. To make a long story short, Jade Knights had managed to pouch key players and fire them to disband other teams, put players in unhealthy living conditions, send one of their own players to the hospital multiple times, become involved with an illegal gambling website, get busted for counterfeit merchandise, and even more morally corrupt acts. Hiroyuki was, of course, a player on the team. He was scouted at the age of 16. Despite his young age, he had been playing the game for only 4 years, but somehow managed to become one of the top players in Japan. Using all of his measly savings, he went to follow his dreams.
He came back a confused and slightly more poor boy. Without much else in his life, he had decided to give up on his professional dreams to focus on schooling. Three years later, a rusty Hiroyuki decided to pick up the game once more.
Gun Burst Online Character
Junkdog
Gender:Male
Appearance:A behemoth of flesh and steel, Junkdog stands at a hulking 6'9" (205.7cm). Weighing no less than 550 pounds, floors beneath him creak and groan as he move along them. His most notable feature is his head. Taking the form of a revolver on top of a shark-toothed jaw, his head is much too small to be seen as a helmet. The grip extends behind head, reminiscent of a short ponytail. His large, shark-toothed mouth is stuck in a perpetual grin, constantly taunting others to get closer. Dressing similar to classical gumshoes and detectives, Junkdog is almost always smoking when he's not in combat.
Because it looks cool.
Level:90
Specs:- Improved Strength x2
Improves user's strength, allowing them to carry heavier loads, deal more damage with melee attacks and bows, etc.
- Improved Endurance x2
Increases the user's health and stamina.
- Hyperdense Muscles
Extremely improves user's strength and health at the cost of agility.
- Explosive Takeoff
Allows the user to convert strength to movement speed in order to charge in a single direction.
- Iron Fist
Improves the damage of your unarmed attacks.
Skills:- Martial Arts - 1000
- Speed Loading - 1000
- Intimidation - 1000
- Grappling - 1000
- Shield Mastery - 600
- Others - 1400
Signature Weapon/Combat Style:Junkdog, through usage of shields and elusive augmentations that take the slot of Specs, is known for being one of the few people insane enough to use almost exclusively fists. Rather than use swords, knives, or any actual weapon, Junkdog uses a mixture of boxing and grappling to destroy things that he manages to reach.
Inventory:- Deployable Half-Body Shield
- .357 Magnum Gloves
Woefully inaccurate with a three shot capacity, these gloves fire .357 magnum.
- Revolver Skull
A cosmetic item gained from an April Fools gacha, this item replaces one's head with a revolver.
- Detective Outfit
- Cigarette Carton (cosmetic)
- 1 563 920 Credits || 3 Photonic Crystals
Sample Post: "Get him!" Igor screamed.
"Shush," Boris had commanded, "he's in here."
"Sasha, keep the GL ready," Ana stated, "we're waiting him out."
Sasha remained silent.
In all honesty, Junkdog didn't know any of their names and he was too busy running from them to check. He just named them as though they were henchmen. Igor was muscular, short, and hotheaded. He looked ready to explode at any moment. Boris was tall, athletic, and attractive. He was the only one out of the four that revealed his full face—for good reason, too. Anyone who spent that long sculpting the perfect face would want it shown. Ana was their leader. She was built small and had a submachinegun to match. Sasha was fat, brave, but dumb. Anyone who made their avatar fat was brave and/or a memelord. The memelord bit was always hand and hand with being dumb.
Resting behind a crumbling wooden pew, Junkdog had been waiting. His large frame concealed by the cover of night and dozens of ruined benches. Was it a church? At some point, yes. It was nothing more than ruins at this point. Besides the occasional shuffle, command, or shout from one of the four stooges, it was completely silent. Junkdog remained calm. What was the old saying? Divide and conquer? They certainty weren't dividing. That meant all he needed to do was conquer them. No big deal.
As their flashlights scanned the church, Junkdog had been watching. While the stooges relied on flashlights, he was already adjusted to the darkness. He had been trying to form a plan, but could only find vague things of use. The pews were heavily damaged by time. And there were a ton of them. While there was only eight pews in a column, there were ten in each row. The stooges had to be careful where they shot. After all, there were hundreds of hiding places in this church. They were, no doubt, running out of ammo. Even Junkdog, who relied mostly on his fists, only had one or two bullets left.
The stooges remained by the only entrance. The church's stained glass windows had since been barred off and broken. The only intact window was over the entrance, twenty meters away from him. Though, how would he reach the stooges? The shortest distance between two points was a straight line. Pews, however, blocked his path. If he tried to sneak towards them, he would no doubt be caught by a light. However, in his mind, a plan was formed. It was a vague plan. He'd just move on instinct.
Pew. Straight line. Glass. Conquer.
Let's jam.Quietly, Junkdog removed a single casing from his hand. He waited for any opportunity. With a careful flick, he sent the casing flying away from him. It landed behind an unwatched pew. Without so much as an ounce of hesitation, Sasha fired the grenade launcher directly at it. Just as expected. Junkdog took advantage of the chaos. As soon as the stooges had trained their sights on the explosion, he rose from his hiding spot. With arms outstretched, he grabbed the sides of the pews and pulled. The pew easily broke free from the rusted screws holding it in place. In one smooth motion, he threw his makeshift weapon at Boris and began to run directly at Ana. The remaining pews acted as a barrier, but they were no match for his might. Each one broke and crumbed as Junkdog charged. Igor fired his rifle at Junkdog, but his shots all missed. Boris had to try to recover from a sudden bench shattering on him. Ana was panicked. After all, behemoth of a man was charging directly at her. She couldn't even think to fire her gun. Sasha was desperately fumbling to switch to his pistol.
Colliding with Ana, Junkdog had sent her flying into the wall beside the entrance. Sasha had finally brought out his pistol and drew it as fast as his wide arms would let him. It was too slow. As he tried to aim the gun at Junkdog, a mere arm's length away, it was stopped by Junkdog's left hand. A quick cross struck Sasha's jaw, forcing him to do an about face and drop his pistol. Boris, now re-centered, aimed to shoot Junkdog. Sasha was in the way, his large frame managing to hide every single bit of Junkdog. Boris hesitated. Igor didn't. Opening fire, Igor struck his comrade time and time again. The occasional shot pierced Sasha's armour and fat, glancing a blow against Junkdog. It was fine. He could manage a few weak shots like that. A tell-tale click resounded through the church, Igor far too angry to immediately react. Junkdog pushed the recently-deceased Sasha into Boris, his rifle fumbling as the weight of Sasha collided with his arms.
Junkdog ran down Igor. With a heavy uppercut, Igor's full-face helmet was sent flying. A quick few crosses, and Igor was down. Junkdog turned his attention to Boris, who fumbled to get his gun from underneath Sasha. With a quick dash, Junkdog grabbed Boris' head with both hands. Not wearing a helmet was a mistake. Using all of his might, Junkdog brought Boris' head to his own. The two clashed with a fierce amount of power, but when flesh against iron would collide, iron would always win. Boris was down for the count. With a quick spin, Junkdog threw Boris by the head towards Ana. Ana, who had been rattled significantly, was finally getting her bearings back. She had managed to ready her SMG and aim it at Junkdog, only to be rebuked by her comrade's body. Junkdog picked up Sasha's grenade launcher and threw it directly at the glass window above Ana and Boris. The glass, angled inwards, fell directly on top of the two.
Like a cockroach, Igor had risen. This time, he didn't have any sort of gun. He had a knife and was determined to gut Junkdog like a fish. The knife itself was horrific, even for mall-ninja standards. It was made from a carbon alloy designed specifically to rip and tear into flesh. It had several more edges than the bog standard two. Igor grunted, wheezed, and laughed. His breath was ragged and rough.
Junkdog assumed a stance. Southpaw. His left hand remained by his head, but his right arm was extended towards Igor. The two remained at a stand still for a brief moment. Then, Igor charged at Junkdog, who squeezed his fist.
Bang.
A solitary gunshot rang through the church and dropped Igor like it was nothing. All four of his assailants were defeated. From a pocket in his coat, Junkdog pulled out a carton. He took a single cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He didn't even light it. He didn't even carry a lighter on him. Smoking didn't do anything in the game.
But damn, he felt cool doing it.
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