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SAISEI

“Wherever life plants you, bloom with grace!”

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Senju, Enma

_Age

12

_{Chakra Nature}

Suiton

Characterization

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_{Personality Traits}

Charismatic
Optimistic
Outgoing
Loyal
Responsible
Empathetic
Reliable

_{Personal History}

Being born into the Senju family merits a few expectations having been one of the past Hokage’s and a prestigious name established in the world. Enma has always had his work cut out for him to ensure he wasn’t left in the shadows of his two illustrious brothers, Madarame and Midori. Granted they were both much older than him, this only increased the metric to which he was measured to. Whenever the two weren’t out completing missions they focused their attention to Enma and vowed to make him into an appropriate ninja and one that could live up to the Senju name and carry on the legacy of the first, Idarama.

Now this isn’t to say his parents were not in the picture nor that his parents weren’t loving or placed the responsibility of raising him onto their other sons. Rather, their father Nobu and mother Atsumi were both of traditional minds. Much like Idarama they respected the value of humanity, empathy, and the need to unify all ninja under one banner. In order to nurture that ideology most of the Senju subscribed to them exercised their efforts largely to the clan in order to keep the balance and devote their time to the community in large. In turn Enma was raised in shifts. Whenever his parents weren’t there to raise him his brothers picked up the slack and vice versa. Through this he learned the ideals that would ground his personality from the Senju community and the effectiveness of his KG and ninja prowess through his brothers.

Born as the last child has also given him a level of creativity and persistence that has flourished in his strategic and fighting ability. His time at the academy has only allowed for him to experience the nuances between varying clans securing his motivation to preserve each clan and the peace between them.

Attributes

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_{Special Traits}

Master of All: While most ninja or clans tend to focus on one particular skillset the Senju are blessed with the ability to hone proficiency in all avenues of ninja techniques. Derived from their name a thousand skills, Enma is trained in genjustu, ninjutsu, and taijutsu. Having evenly disbursed his mastery across all areas for the level a genin can permit he has created a variety of skill he can use to deal with mostly any enemy.

Man vs Wild: Enma is a survivalist, growing up his two older brothers would drop him off in random locations with out any provisions. His only goal was to return home with nothing but the clothes on his back and his ninja techniques. They did this in order to draw out his specialty in wood release where he can sprout life out of the wood they manipulate, in other words he has quite literally a green thumb. Having been able to cultivate his plant manipulation and live off of the resources around him he’s become quite versatile in survival situations and the use of the earth that surrounds him.

_{Character Focus & Skillset}

Mokuton: Enma has always taken a liking to, but more so in the living part of the wood. This has developed itself in Enma and his wood allowing him to sprout an array of flowers and manipulate the wood beyond the standard practices of just using it for trees. His flower manipulation mostly relies on the foundation created by jutsu such as Advent of a World of Flowering trees. Not only can he create flowers but manipulate and control the machinations that also make up flower biology such as pollen, photosynthesis, and carnivorous mechanics.

Innovation: Like some of his ancestors, the will of fire and passion to constantly create new jutsu is buried deep in Enma’s mind taking root of his aspirations. There’s always so much to learn and ways to implement everything he’s learned so far into practice. Enma does want to create jutsu for the masses, but for now his ideas remain attached to his clan and so do his jutsu. Meaning that for now his creations will be limited to those who bear the Senju Clan crest.

God Shinobi/Hokage: As most genin are young aspirants of someday leading the village and having their name etched in stone or ink. Enma is another hopeful prospect of that dream, he wants to become revered as a God Shinobi and/or become the Hokage of the Leaf. Filling the shoes of his great ancestor Idarama will be a hard path to walk, but Enma knows that nothing in life worth having is easy. Like a tree he hopes to sink his roots into his home and grow into a figure that is strong enough to tower among the rest.

Jutsu List

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_{S Rank}

N/A

_{A Rank}

N/A

_{B Rank}

N/A

_{C Rank}

Lion Combo
Water Clone Technique

_{D Rank}

Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique
Leaf Gale
Temporary Paralysis Technique

_{E Rank}

Academy Techniques

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

@Nawmaing

Yeah Lunaris spoke to me about it, I originally imagined the portal was in the ship instead of an entire fleet size.

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

_{Location:
Main Bridge | Left Nut}

_{Interacting with:
@LunarisDaFox}

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Chaotic, that was the one word that stayed consistent in Blaires entire life and she wouldn’t settle for anything short of that. Not only was it reflected in her life but also in her room; clothes were thrown everywhere not knowing whether one garb was clean or not. Most of the time she had to smell them to figure it out. Books and other possessions were misplaced, scattered about. To be honest she never had a room before. She had always carried enough just to get by and keep moving at the turn of a dime. If there was one thing she did keep orderly, it was her desk space she had reserved solely for her guns and their routine upkeep. While the others were probably sitting idly by or attending to their own hobbies, Blaire was deep in concentration as she dissembled both her pistols to properly clean. A series of pops escaped her joints from her neck, back, and hands in preparation.

But before she could start, she needed her music, now one would come to expect the riotous gunslinger to be fond of something jarring like metal, yet once she hit play the beautifully sung Lakme by the flower duet washed over the room in a calming wave. First was attaching the slide and barrel followed by the barrel bushing then turning it. The insertion of the recoil spring and guide with the receiver following suite. Placing the slide stop and aligning, snap, pressing up and in of the notch. And so on and so forth until the final step of placing the magazine inside. Unfortunately, the ultimate satisfaction was stripped away from her with her music cutting short in order to broadcast the captain’s message. Had it not been for the alluring promise of finding the source of the buzzer infestation she might have had to test her freshly cleaned pistol on the captain herself.

Just as she was hoping for her opera to start one again another familiar melody played in her ears, “Shit it’s the captain’s birthday and I didn’t get her anything. Well I guess having me on board is a gift enough” she thought to herself “…or I can do that. I’ll be head and shoulders above the rest” laughing at her own joke envisioning the head of the buzzer leader more so than any sort of cake she would be entitled to. With that her music cut back on at the same moment her magazine clicked into place. A smile swept over her face as she holstered her gun and flipped the power button off in her room. Walking into main section of the bridge she saw she was not alone nor the first one to get there. Her clenched fist rocked into the metal heap that was Sae Okirigae. Pain shot up through her arm while her fingers grew weak, even though she was as robot, Blaire was hoping one day she would feel her punches. “Jesus what are they feeding you?” she said shaking her hand to get the pain out.

She turned to glance behind Sae to see Reika in her shadow and Dimitri getting chummy with the captain. “I’m gonna head through the portal now so see ya around I guess” waving the crew goodbye. Now she wasn't anywhere near dumb enough or self destructive to launch herself out into space alone, so she did the next best thing and stared outside the glass into the vast emptiness of space and the giant portal looming around them. It was....captivating to say the least.

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

Adonis Prince

𝙰𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜 "𝙳𝚘𝚗" 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏

Position of Power - 50 Cent 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛 • 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟻 || 𝟸𝟻 • 𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 • 𝙷𝚎/𝙷𝚒𝚖 • 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 Rightfully named after the Greek God of love and beauty, Adonis is everything his name encapsulates. The tall, dark, and handsome wolf walks with his chest out and his head held high. When Adonis isn’t boxing he grows his hair out leaving him with dread, an unkempt chinstrap beard and a fuzzy mustache. When he does have to step into the ring, the beard turns into stubble and his hair trims down to a crew cut. The only other defining features left on his head is a slight discoloration in his ear cartilage due to excessive amounts of draining from several cases of cauliflower ear and his warm brown eyes that are rumored to glow a faint golden orange. Unlike most werewolves, Adonis’ constant and strict workout regime has made him a prime candidate for werewolf/human homogenization. His body was already in peak condition to accept the curse which only allowed the wolf inside of him to bond even stronger. His lean figure leaves zero room for body fat, but instead is packed with layer on layer of muscle. One might even say he has the perfect upside-down triangle shape, from his broad chest and shoulder down to the v bars that accentuate his hips. These however are usually hidden under layers of clothing if not baggy. 『 "One bad day away from blowing your house down." 』

^{𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔}

P E R S O N A L I T Y

An Aries in every sense of the word. Adonis is passionate, aggressive, and determined. Never has he or will he ever accept a hand out from anyone. Everything worth having he can gain and earn on his own, thus biting any hand that would try to feed him. While some might see aggression as a negative, Adonis has found a way to channel any aggression or harboring of negative emotions into a healthy outlet, boxing. This in turn allows him to reap the benefits of all the positive qualities that make him such a natural born leader. Others are genuinely attracted to Adonis from both his bravery and his forceful masculine energy. Whereas most try to rule through fear and command, Adonis leads with respect and honest nature allowing to clear a path in front. The werewolf inside him only increased the pack mentality he already had outlined in his head. No wolf can survive on its own let alone hunt, thus they must embrace each other and teamwork to thrive. That’s not to say Adonis isn’t without his problems or that he is perfect, Adonis is only as good as his environment allows him to be. Impatience and impulse are prisons which obstruct the path Adonis wishes to lay out. How is he not to rely on instinct if it’s one of the key components of fighting in the ring and now outside of it. Taking action rules his center of focus and anything unable to be overcome by strength and energy creates challenges for Adonis.

L I K E S

« Initiative »
« Fighting »
« Training »
« Chicken & Waffles (W/Syrup) »
« Anime »
« Wu-Tang Clan »
« Wolves »

D I S L I K E S

« Hesitation/Pause »
« Bullies »
« Mondays »
« Cats »
« Authority Figures »
« Being Ignored »
« Lies »

H A B I T S & Q U I R K S

« Resting his chain on his canine teeth and leaving it there. »
« Throwing a flurry of playful punches when he sees his closest friends. »
« Eating his burgers with mustard instead of ketchup. »

H O B B I E S

« Gambling »
« Writing spoken word poems. »
« Following the NBA »

F E A R S

« Losing his way. »
« Death of his friends/family/loved ones. »
« Losing control and hurting someone undeserving. »

^{𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 𝗦}

P L A C E O F O R I G I N

Salem, Massachusetts

B A C K G R O U N D

Ever since he was young, Adonis knew he wanted to make something of himself…to do better for himself and those around him. Whether it was the way he was treated for his skin color or the invisible shackles he felt by staying in a small town that was a dead end, he always knew there was something more out there for him. His natural charisma and eagerness to learn and experience the world was already engrained and nurtured into him at a young age. With a stay at home mom and a father who did the best to work around his schedule to see his son, it was easy for Adonis to try and experiment with several different avenues of creativity and growth. Sure enough it seemed as though physical activities became king among the rest of his projects. Football and wrestling were some of the first to come and go from his time in little league. The intensity and passion were there but they just weren’t enough to satiate his needs. It wasn’t until young Adonis had chosen to play hooky and stay at home with his father to watch the WBA heavyweight championship fight between legendary Roy Jones Jr and John Ruiz. The heart and fight in both the fighters was enough to lure him, with the full bout of twelves round being the hook that reeled him in.

It wasn’t much later or rather right away that the young boy bowed out of wrestling and football to purse and focus a career in boxing whilst still managing to go to school. Eventually the not so young boy was a senior in high school by now with his name in several local boxing tournaments. His nickname would later be known as The Prince, but unfortunately for him he could make purple rain or doves cry. His boxing career and social standing at school also paralleled each other. As his reputation increased in the fighting ring, so did his name in the hierarchy at school. You see Adonis always strove to be at the top and earned his spot. The pretty girls, the good grades, the killer physique, all of it. Some would speculate that Adonis always had everything and it just came to him naturally, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. It was cold hard work and perseverance. Adonis was grateful for everything that had gone his way and having supportive parents and friends to guide him along the way. Misfortune was never in his shadow or a whisper in the back of his mind and for that he was truly blessed or, so he thought.

At the end of his High School career, Adonis managed to snag The New York Golden Gloves in boxing for becoming the youngest amateur winner to hold the title from all of Massachusetts area. With this in, Adonis had unlocked the keys to the castle and proceeded down the road of infamy. The kid was a natural and a Rockstar, ripping through the competition with knockout after knockout in signature southpaw fashion. There wasn’t this type of sensation or uproar in boxing since the era of Tyson or Ali. What was once a dying sport, suddenly gained a surge of energy that swept the nation. Like all good boxing stories there had to be a fall following the quick rise. That came in the form of something supernatural. It was a chilly night with a full moon cradling the nights sky. Adonis had just gotten done with defending his title once again in the clean streets of Boston. Having time to spare for the next several days, Adonis made it a point to visit his parents and bring his hometown a rallying hero. With his old home in sight and his staff completely gone, Adonis took a shortcut through the park to get to his house. No one would mess with The Prince nor would Adonis let them, gun or not. But you see, what was coming was faster than any bullet and made much less noise if at all.

It all happened in an instant, a long howl had spooked the boxer leaving him exposed to his attacker. It was over in an instant, a quick flicker of glowing red dots and a hissing snarl was all he made out before teeth sank into his skin, quickly knocking him out. Adonis was never seen or heard of for weeks, which inevitably caused him to lose his upcoming match to defend his title. Rumors slowly spread that he was dead, killed in a mugging or the mafia wanting to control the league. Others thought the fame was too much and he wanted a clean start. Whatever it was, his memory was upheld but started to diminish in the minds of the people as his replacement rode the coattails of his own success story. Two years had passed, and it appeared everyone had forgotten who Adonis Prince even was. That was until the King was back and hungrier than ever. The news outlets were left in shambles at his return. When asked what happened he didn’t answer, when asked what he wanted, he said, “My Throne Back”.

S E C R E T S

« His Boxing Coach is his both werewolf and creator. »

« Potentially his greatest secret and the one that ties both secrets and story together. During his rise to fame, Adonis

would start to gain a lot of fan and enemies alike. While it was true that he had unbelievable talent and skill, many wanted to disapprove that with steroid allegations and bribes. Neither of which worked in their favor. With every win, the Mafia began to press Adonis harder and harder in attempts to convince him to throw his fights in exchange for large pay outs. Never wanting to betray who he was or what he worked for, Adonis vehemently declined every offer. This angered the Mafia, but their own fighter had begun to gain traction in opposition of Adonis. With their fight a few weeks away, the Mafia offered him once last offer that he not so politely declined.

With that his fate was sealed, the boy was to be murdered before he could ever make his match. Fortunately, before he could be assassinated, the last second decision to wander through the park saved him. For you see, his coach was aware of the situation and consequences of Adonis’ action even if he didn’t. Knowing he wouldn’t accept help from no one, his coach took it upon himself to forcefully embellish Adonis with this gift and curse in order to save him from his death and give him the tools necessary to dismantle the mafia upon his return. The two years he had spent away were used to hone his werewolf skills and allow two to become one. A secret he would take to the grave. »

^{𝗟 𝗬 𝗖 𝗔 𝗡}

A B I L I T I E S

« Lycanthropy »

As a werewolf Adonis has access to the physiology such as being able to change into a wolf fully on command. Characteristics such as senses, stamina, agility, strength, and speed even to lesser amounts when not transformed. In addition to the gift of accelerated healing.

« Lycan Resistance »

Blessed with the curse mark, Adonis also gains a slew of resistances to pair with his enhancements. Adonis gains a slight resistance to magic, resistance to weather and contaminants, and the ability to adapt to several environments including underwater.

« Pack Mentality »

Although he has no said connection with any wolves, due to his personality, Adonis has a natural affinity for linking minds with other wolves in future packs.

« Apex Predator »

Adonis possesses predatory instincts, allowing him to become a master of hunting and tracking. This ability allows him to pursue and capture his prey as easily as his wolf counterpart would. Also playing into combat where the instinct allows him to interpret what moves his for will make or where they’re headed for the most part.

« Feral Tap »

Unlike other wolves, Adonis can voluntarily and willfully tap into his feral rage. Upon doing so, the raw primal and unstoppable rage allows Adonis an increase in performance and capacity. Sustaining and dealing more damage than they normally would in sentient form.

L I M I T A T I O N S

« Blood Moon »

Chained to time unlike Vampires, Adonis suffers the fate all creatures do after their time is up. With no immortality, Adonis is exposed to several dangers that can cut his life span such as silver, wolfs bane, and the not so pleasant act of beheading.

« Full Moon »

Adonis is slave to the moon and as is tradition, every full moon inflicts the forcible transformation from human to wolf without fail. The process never gets easier or less painful nor the bloodlust inflicted.

« Harvest Moon »

dependent on their senses which allow them to prosper against other supernatural also creates a pitfall used against them. Both sharp smells and noises can disorient him.

« Blue Moon »

On the occasion that Adonis hits the button to tap into his feral mind, it is not without its weaknesses. While he can tap into it, he cannot control it. Leaving him unable to undo the process once it starts. In this state while he can tank more damage than normal the damage will still exist and be felt full force upon regaining control. Finally, his morals and ethics vanish in this form allowing injury to loved ones to become a consequence to his decision.

E X T R A

Adonis has no tattoos, but instead a brand of a three point crown in the middle of his outer right arm that translates in wolf form. I have read the rules.

_{Michael B. Jordan | dfb83a}

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

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Sex Pistol

Blaire Williams

◆ Human ◆ Female ◆ 26 ◆ 174.5 cm ◆ 58 kg ◆ Outlaw

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

Blaire’s body is a representation of what kind of life she’s led up until now. The ink on her body forever a work in progress as her story has yet to be completed. Each tattoo is meticulously catered to each impactful experience she’s had. There are none that are as trivial as keeping score of how many bodies she’s pilled up along the way or where she comes from, instead they’re more on where she’s going and who she met along the way. Years of being on the run and always a name in multiple dead pools has kept her body nimble and fit. While she doesn’t have any overly muscular arms or legs, she does manage to maintain a lean stomach and impressive flexibility. Her hair is tucked back into a neat ponytail with a few strands hanging from the front, while the sides are kept shaven.

Her wardrobe could be best described as neo punk militant. Her jacket is that of the leather variety studded out into sections. She wears a white top that wraps down all the way down past her buttocks that also reveals her midriff above. Her pants are camo with the sides cut out near the thigh, held together by a black belt with holster attachments and almost cybernetic looking combat boots. Beyond that she wears a single golden ear piece around the edge of her right ear. She almost prides herself on retaining her human look without any of these worldly implants.

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

Abrasive, Domineering, just an overall bitch are some of the adjectives used to describe Blaire. To be honest it wasn’t her fault she turned out this way, she was just a product of her environment and there was nothing that could thrive but negative emotions. Blaire relies on herself, always has and always will, her tough exterior is what helped her survive for so long while on the run. While she might lack tact, she will never give you the run around. Trust has become a commodity in the current climate of militaristic empires and space thievery and she’s running short. While not one that readily trusts she isn’t one to be trusted either, her need for freedom and self-preservation overrides all even if that means coning those she loves.

As an outlaw she’s good at what she does a con artist, cheat, and a pro in espionage. These were all traits she learned and perfected in order to shed the skin of the caged animal from her past. Blaire is the girl who grew up in squalor and poverty and built herself into a woman who does whatever she wants, obeys no-one and is constrained by nothing. Blaire will never ever be caught, restrained, controlled, dependent – or prohibited from doing something. And if she wants to have something, she will have it. Blaire is also very private, hard to read and unpredictable. She’s mysterious and has a certain aloofness when it comes to her privacy. Privacy is something she was denied a lot as a kid and is indispensable to protect both her freedom and her safety.

Generally, for much of her life, Blaire has been a loner. She just doesn’t need company and can function perfectly well living alone, though she has nothing against having friendships within limits. She’s a hardened criminal that grew up in a violent and harsh environment and can evidence a rather nasty temper. When pushed Blaire can be remarkably devious, manipulative and brutal. Her plans are crafty and cunning and employ the strengths and weaknesses of her opponents against them. Even though the list runs short on positives qualities, they are in fact still there. Over the past few years having been involved with the crew and the Captain specifically, has allowed her to open up more and toe the line of hero instead of villain. Adamant against the changes happening within her and displaying her inner weaknesses has been hard to adjust to but pleasant for the rest of the crew as she was a feral animal at the beginning.

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

A chilled glass sat nearly empty on a soggy napkin near the edge of the table. Tattooed fingers wrapped around and emptied whatever ichor was left inside leaving just a clump of ice. As her head came into focus one could see Blaire reaching for another credit from her studded jacket pocket whilst flagging over the barkeep to top her off once more. She had a quiet life one that wound down into nights like these where she drank her stress away and tried to spend more money than she could make sitting there. It was…nice if you could say even that and so this continued week in and week out every time the crew had down time. But things were not always this peaceful and easy for the outlaw known as Blaire Williams, no, instead it had a much more tumultuous start.

There’s no real beginning to Blaire’s story nor any evidence of where she came from or who her parents were. Instead all that can be determined from her past starts at the foot of concrete steps leading to the front door of a little orphanage known as Placid Waters. Placid waters were a less than desirable institution tucked away in the recesses of some far off planet written off as a waste of time and resources. With no guidelines or moral structure, they were free to do as they please, unchecked power like that would soon go to their heads. The infrastructure was more reminiscent of a prison than an actual orphanage, there was a head mother who in turn had an army of sisters to do her bidding. The sisters barely cared for any of the children there as far as avoiding them whenever they ran into any form of accident.

This sense of apathy led to a multitude of illnesses and deformities within the children there, some developed bowed legs others became susceptible to rickets and other just straight up died to whatever illness they succumbed to without any hope of medication. The images of bodies constantly carried out and later burned in a pyre left both sight and smell imprinted on the minds of the youths. Food was another metric in which they were shorted. The children were given three meals a day every six hours and if you missed one for your weekly shower than you wouldn’t be able to eat for another twelve hours. The meals consisted of whatever food was leftover from the sisters and head mother, not only did they get the scraps, but they only had five minutes to eat whatever was there before having it taken from them. This created ‘stuffers’ children who shoved all their food into their clothes in order to eat it later.

So why did the kids never rally against their oppressors? Well one they were small children who most often not were emaciated in health and two, the reason why the orphanage earned its name. You see in this run-down planet left to rot after severe nuclear warfare, these ghettos were surrounded by the runoff that contained toxic water from the height of the war. The water that ran through the orphanage was used by the head mother to act as a suppressant to the children. The constant exposure to the water had left them placid or docile unable to see what was happening. Everyone except Blaire, Blaire had saw what the sisters were up to as they never drank the water themselves. To get by she mastered the sleight of hand ability and was able to switch her cup out with one that was already empty.

While she bided her time, she acted the role of model slave despite planning her escape over years of planning. Slowly but surely, she weened off a few children and had made them accomplices in her rebellion having earned their trust. Little by little she gained the trust of the head mother and would snitch on any kids or sisters acting out of term, but this was all a guise so she could siphon technology and small resources she could use to aid in their space. Eventually, through years of servitude she was finally ready to enact her plan. The tools she had accumulated over time went to aid in the construction of a device to purify the placid waters plaguing the children. With a fresh water source, the children were finally free of their mental chains and able to grow into healthy bodies. Of course, the sisters were the first line of defense and noticed the sudden change. Hoping to outsmart them they tested the water to confirm their suspicions, however the water they drank was not the purified water but that of the placid waters. Becoming docile and without way to carry their findings to their head mother, the kids only furthered their agenda.

Eventually when the head mother caught wind herself it was too late, she tried to regain her grip on their strings. Instead she was met by the sisters who she had controlled for so long, Frankenstein’s monster turning on its master. With the demise of the head mother Blaire found it perfect timing to escape the orphanage that had plagued them so long. Yet the kids who she had helped no longer wanted to leave and decided to stay and run the orphanage themselves, encouraging Blaire to continue with her life on her own with promises of their own safety. Reluctant to leave, Blaire pushed onward having been used to the isolation she had turned into a blanket. This is where she started her path down becoming an outlaw. Needing shelter, money, and food she did what any vagrant would do and joined a mercenary group. The one she chose, The Space Mongrels, were the lowest of the low in the hierarchical ladder. There was no honor among thieves, and they had no moral or ethics to boot, whatever put food on the table and money in their pockets was what guided them.

Having outlived their usefulness, Blaire did what thieves do best and double crossed them, wiping out their whole company. Looting all their money and weapons she made her way off the planet on her newly acquired ship, she had finally made it to the stars she once never thought she’d reach. Over the next few years her name began to appear on headlines and a household name amongst bounty hunters and the like. Rumors swelled around her as if she were some new age cowboy turned thief, especially because she was a female. Like a blade she became sharper and deadlier, piling up charges and bodies alike. The zeros attached to her name on her bounties across law databases and black-market dead pools only increased with no plans of being caught in sight. But every star that burns to bright eventually must fizzle out. Becoming over zealous and flying too close to the sun, Blaire attempted the riskiest heist of her life, the theft of a union ship.

She didn’t really care though; the thrill of the hunt was more than enough to let her attempt it. Just a hair away from securing the union ship she was caught by several battalions of galactic police. She had no trial, her case was open and shut only leading to one thing, her execution. Ready to hang from the gallows in front of a crowd of people Blaire selfishly accepted her fate. That was until she was promptly let go and saved from the clutches of death in return for pledging her life to the captain who saved her. An unlikely alliance that continues to blossom.

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

Trigger Ring – a seemingly harmless obsidian colored ring can be seen worn on each ring finger. What makes these rings a weapon are what they’re attached to. In order to further her title as fastest gun alive Blaire needs a little insurance. Reinforced wire is threaded from a small hole in both rings that feed down her body and coil around the trigger guard and handle of her pistols. The wires are loose as to not entangle or ensnare with anything around her, upon pressing a button on her ring the wires become taut and pull the guns into her hands without having to reach down. The wire is not always attached but will attach themselves once she makes initial contact with her pistols priming it for scenarios as needed. Otherwise she relies on her natural speed.

Sex Pistols – At first glance it looks as though Blaire is carrying rather basic and low-grade pistols in her arsenal. However much like an animal mutates in order to survive their environment, so do her weapons. The trick to her pistols is solely dependent on the type of cartridge of ammunition or barrel attachment she equips to her pistol. Upon utilizing one of several magazines the gun begins to transform seemingly deconstructing from the base model and reconstructing into a completely new pistol in both ability and design. If she were to equip a barrel attachment to shoot grenades, sex pistols would lengthen the size of the barrel and create a space for a drum like attachment similar in design to a revolver chamber. Thus, allowing her to shoot off multiple (up to 12) rounds from each gun. Not only can she use two of the same attachments/ammo but she can also mix and match. After detachment the gun will revert to her normal pistol that shoot military standard munition of the present year.

Mercury Rounds – with this magazine, Blaire can equip her gun with bullets created from mercury. The gun transforms into a pistol that allows for the mercury to become solid at the standard pressure and temperature of whichever location she is in. Once fired and hit, the bullet changes back to its liquid form. This round has special poisonous effects in addition to becoming a good conductor of electricity.

Electric Rounds – If equipped Sex pistols will fork in two along the barrel creating an empty space between the top and bottom sections. Both sections form metallic coils that run parallel from each other from top and bottom. Once she squeezes the trigger, electrons are conducted through the wires and condensed to create electric blasts/rounds. Paired with the mercury rounds the combo can prove to be quite electric.

Kiss this – Another unique feature of Sex Pistols is the ability to fuse her pistols together. Since the base guns can be altered so heavily, she discovered a feature in which she can attach the two weapons together either side to side or front to back. Depending on the alignment the pistols can turn into a pseudo assault rifle with range and increased stopping power or a pseudo shotgun with more force and scatter shot ability. The fusion not only ties together the gun but also homogenizes the magazine and barrels she attaches. For instance, if she used an incendiary round and a gelling attachment, she could effectively create rounds of napalm.

Some other attachments

• Cryo Round
• Corrosive
• Adhesive
• Gravity wells
• Ricochet
• Thermal seeking
• Gauss
• Tracking

Ammo – How does Blaire not manage to run out of ammo? Well inside of her studded vest are rows and rows of holstered clips of ammo. All she needs to do is reach inside her jacket to retrieve resupply. In addition to her normal array of 19mm rounds she has all her specialty rounds as listed above.

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

Blaire’s specialty is that of a futuristic cowboy, there’s nothing in her outlaw wheelhouse that can’t be used to a benefit. She’s an expert marksman, the fastest hand in several galaxies, a professional con artist and skilled in disappearing. As far as weapons she has proficiency in most if not all firearms that are current tech or older models whether they be military or black market.

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

In order to not be left defenseless without her guns, Blaire took it upon herself to pay a hefty sum of credits in order to have a variation of martial arts uploaded to her brain. In addition to a cocktail of lethal marital arts she also asked to be able to muscularly mimic the movements of contortionist and acrobats in order to fully utilize her flexibility and lean body almost like a cat.

As far as weaknesses go she is pure human meat sack and susceptible to sickness and life threatening injury as she has no cybernetic enhancement that would prevent otherwise.

[CLOSED]

Interest

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

The reason why you probably see the trop inevitably pop up in every sci-fi RP is probably because most consumable Sci-Fi media is ground in more realistic weaponry, that’s not to say there aren’t universes that don’t, but most often not its very militaristic and just variations of munitions for varying weapons. While you are right the time period is drastically advanced in this RP there has been no real indications that basic gunfire would be rendered obsolete. Yes, I see some of our peers have robotic arms, laser guns, and energy shields but that doesn’t automatically disqualify basic firearms.

Your analogy on the standard load out vs the guns I’m listing doesn’t really hold up here since the Beretta 92FS/M9 are part of the standard loadout for civilian and military use at the moment. I would give you the revolver though since they’re not commonly used anymore in military scenarios (barring some nations).

I don’t have any issue with coming up with unique sci-fi guns, my theme was simply following a non-augmented outlaw/modern day cowboy using standard reliable load outs with some enhanced ammunition rounds (incendiary, cryo, sticky). As far as mass effect goes, I don’t think that is a good example either, the weapons in there don’t really have any wild base abilities and use single blocks of metal as ammo and was portioned off each round, unless you count Geth, Collector, non-human weapons. The augments and mods are what change the type of combat in the game. Ratchet & Clank or Jax & Daxter might be a little closer to the level of weapon ability you might be looking for?

I want to thank Nawmaing for articulating points for me and has clarified what the universe consists of and what’s needed from me. So, I will edit my bio to mesh better with the cohesive idea.

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

@Nawmaing

I was wondering if the Captain would have them in possession if not replicas are fine.

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

She's using 20th century firearms in the 90th century? Would they even still produce ammunition for those weapons in that era?

@Cleverbird

I mentioned she makes her own ammunition for the weapons since they’re basically relics.

【Bleach: Souls Unguided】

光永 黒糖

M I T S U E K U R O T O U

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It was never a dull moment in the presence of Okirigae and today would be no less the same vibe. “You place too much trust in the stars young one" Mitsue replied with a hand hovering over her head ready to pat down. An eyebrow cocked up in response to her reply, “I did too, but I guess he didn’t get the memo either. Being a captain is a drag, but you already have a lieutenant so it’s not like I can step down, Mosumi.” His hand gently fell to the top of her before retracting back to his side at the sound and presence of the Captain Commander appearing before them demanding their attention.

The words of the captain were heavy on Mitsue. The mission itself wasn’t hard nor was it outside of the realm of what he was expecting or used to. Fighting hallows and the stronger classifications of them was only apart of the natural flow of the world; balance among all things. The part that weighed heavy on him was the existence of one in the human realm. While everyone there had forgotten their lives in the human realm, his memories were still as sharp as a bed of needles with his skin pressed to each point. A lesser man would have run from the prospect of having to face his past, but Mitsue was stronger than that and knew it was his burden to shoulder even if no one else knew his struggle. Before he could say or discuss anything in the forum, he was whisked away by a force much greater than gravity. The texture and scent were all too familiar to Mitsue as non-other than the mountain known as taro.

The face of the mountain turned to face him sending tremors down his chest from his commanding voice. Stifling around to get his head free he sucked in some air before responding, “Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me in old age Taro. Whatever it is, I’m sure we can handle it. Besides it beats being here doing nothing.” In truth the two of them together were strong enough at this point to have made the old guard seem like weaklings in comparison. Maybe if they had been that strong back then they could have saved more people. His mind refocused on the mission ahead as the portal opened before them almost if it were awaiting and old friend, “Yeah I could go for some custard right about now. Wonder how Mosumi will fair with her lieutenant. Maybe if we’re fast enough, we can catch up with her.”

Touching down on the world of living felt eerily familiar, the air, the ground, even the sounds were the same as if nothing changed and the world continued even without him. A poignant laugh escaped the space in his lips, admiring the twisted beauty in the world around him. “I was hoping to make it seem like a natural disaster was happening, you know ghosts and all that, joking aside you’re right. The outskirts are ideal we just need to start looking for clues. If you were a Vasto Lorde where would you be?”