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

@Nawmaing

I'll do my best to not shoot myself.

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @Ambra 」

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Radio head was a breed built for not just endurance, but for racing as well. Hitting his prime in four short years of age, there were very few horses at the race who could only hope to hold a handle to the bucking bronco. Confident he didn’t need to expel too much of Radio head energy or reveal any of his tricks in hand, Joseppi instead simply kept patting the horse and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Whatever he was whispering seemed to be working, radio head’s hooves stomped into the ground so furiously it appeared as though the earth was experiencing major upheavals. The marks in the ground were severely cracked with marks of Radio heads distinct horseshow pattern. A dozen or so small stars coated the entire rim of the horseshoe, similar to the purple star birthmark etched on the flesh of his neck.

Cutting through the rest of the competition he had finally made it out just a few meters behind the girl with a plume of feathers. Utilizing aerodynamics, Joseppi began to draft behind her using the slipstream created by her horse to close the gap between them. About to slip from out of her stream in order to overtake her he noticed she turned around to face him. Unintentional to him the image she caught was a menacing one. Both horse and rider had a look of animalistic determination obscured in shadow only revealing the light glowing from their eyes. Her horse slowed allowing from him to ride up alongside her, her glare and sight of pure annoyance was like a stab to his heart. Once side by side Joseppi’s demonic figured faded in an instant as if he were molting old skin.

Now all that was left was a huge smile and an air of radiant positivity. He leaned back and blindly reached into his bag knocking trinkets and papers together until he was finally able to get ahold of his gift. Undoing the button, he retrieved and revealed a beautiful wildflower harvested from the nearby Death Valley. The sun only served to enhance the golden color it was coated in which he could only hope to field a positive response from her. “I don’t think we met yet, but I couldn’t help notice your beauty from all the way across the starting line. For you” he said tucking one arm under his chest and bowing in respect. Unfortunately, while he was rummaging through his bag, he had undone the strap holding it close. Her wanted poster slipped out once more almost if the girl was attracting it to her like a magnet.

Before she could even warrant a reply, the paper flew out and slapped itself against the face of Jules. Once she would pull it from her face she would be greeted by a mirror image, but with a slight addition of the words Wanted and Dead or Alive.

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 N/A 」

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All in all, this Annie person didn’t seem to impress with whatever Joseppi was trying to sell her, but he was a firm believer in when life gives you lemonade you make lemons. He started to rely on the fact that she wasn’t a threat and just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whether or not he would protect her from the rest of the stand users here had yet been decided. After all, Neon Knight looked astute and capable enough to defend his blissfully ignorant user. Yet despite all that, Joseppi was interested in the side of her that was making her way back to New York, both of their homes. Accepting her invitation he made his way over to Radio Head, unhitched his reigns, and made his way to the beach behind Annie. Whatever happened at the beach would hopefully paint a clearer picture of their fates intertwined.

Time carried on like marching soldiers until the race called for its competitors to arrive to their marks in preparation of the final countdown. After having taken some time for himself with Annie, the lone ranger made his way back to the starting line almost gallivanting to his spot without a semblance of worry. 1890 was his spot perhaps even the luckiest of the entire race save for 0777. Passing racer after race he made his way cozily into his spot before surveying the rest of his competition. There was almost anyone you could think of there, from men to women to every race under the San Diego sun, it was quite the spectacle. His eyes sweeping up and down stopped and made a double take when he saw one girl in particular or rather an amazon. She was taller than any of the other females that had failed to catch his attention at the race, not only was it her height that drew him in but the familiar look in her eyes as if he had seen her face somewhere before.

Contemplating on where he had seen the half Amazonian half Musketeer, his knapsack on the side of Radiohead flew open expelling all of his papers and scattering them about. One paper flew up and blew back into Joseppi’s face obscuring his view. Unbeknownst to him it was none other than the wanted poster of the exact girl in front of him. Annoyed at the paper suctioned to his face he ripped it off without so much as giving it a glance. It seemed fate was trying to pull him closer to her, but in his obsession, he ignored it, rolling up the paper and tucking it back in his bag. A cacophony of sounds erupted from the myriad of fireworks that lit the sky. His eyes snapped up looking for the girl who was no longer there across from him. She had been lost in the start and chaos of the race.

Luckily for Joseppi he didn’t care much about coming in first nor winning the race despite it being enough for him to retire on. Instead he was simply okay with waiting in the bulk of the group securing bounty identities in order to capture them in the points between stretches of race. Except, he once again saw the girl with the feather plumes out front, instantly igniting his curiosity. And so, JoJo kicked at the sides of Radio Head sending the monstrous horse into a rage. Streams of hot air escaped his nose helping him build up speed almost instantly. Passing the other racers, a smile crossed his cheeks, he was gaining on the heels of the mysterious blonde.

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @Lord Orgasmo 」

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If anyone could see Joseppi in this moment they could tell he had died a little bit on the inside…or rather a lot. By the looks of it this girl was either incredibly naïve and had no clue what he was actually on about or was playing him for a fool. Joseppi was more inclined to believe the former and so tried his damn near hardest to not scrunch his face in agony nor squeeze the sides of his nose in confusion. She wasn’t to blame of course, stands were relatively few and far between. Joseppi himself had only come to terms with learning his stand came genetically. Perhaps fate was playing a larger role in all of this, he would become the teacher to her student and help develop her stand. Who knows, maybe Annie could even become his ranking deputy and assist him in capturing the Nair dwellers that were bread in environments like the steel ball run. Getting lost in his daydreams of a buddy cop western movie played in his head with Annie along his side, Joseppi couldn’t help but float away from his conversation until she pulled him back.

Her inquisitive look followed by retracting her previous statement made him giddy with joy, maybe she had heard of them. The fireworks exploded in the distance as she probed him with questions instead, “Yes! Yes I can! Although it is my first time seeing one decked out in medieval armor so I can see why the guy went running for the hills…Anyways that’s not important. What’s important is that you try to keep him hidden in undesirable areas like these. You’re an easy target for other stand users.” He said while driving his point home with an example. Running ahead to cut her off he stood in front of her. The distance from the two wasn’t enough for him to land a punch on her, but as he thrusted his fist towards her face a second arm appeared from his fist extending the range of his punch before coming to a dead halt inches from her face. No doubt Neon Knight would step in, but by then Joseppi had already retracted his fist and the ghostly apparition had vanished without a trace.

He had unintentionally struck a cool pose with the tip of his hat casting just enough shadow to cover his eyes, both hands hugging his belt buckle, “I’m going home to New York as well, I think it might be best if you stick with me for a while.”

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @Lord Orgasmo 」

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His sudden appearance had jerked the bizarre girl’s attention back toward him. Luckily enough for his sake, she hadn’t been jumpy enough to have her stand plunder their weapon into his chest. That would have been a cruel way to go, although being struck down by a beautiful woman wasn’t a complete detriment. Regardless, Joseppi still kept a close eye on the girls stand. Could this girl still not notice her stand was being showcased to the whole world and her competitors? Beyond a shadow of a doubt there were already other stand users in the area it is why he referred to gravity in this exact moment. The sooner she hid her stand the safer she would be. Noticing her scared reaction, Joseppi was able to more closely analyze the girl before him. She was about average height for most females in the state, her body was supple and curvy in distinct proportion to the rest of her body. Her face was soft clear of any blemishes, eyes made of clear blue that shared the same intensity as his, and curly red hair closer to strawberry blonde than pure red. She was quite the catch for anyone here at least.

“I’m sorry to have frightened you miss, are you okay now?” Joesppi before she could give her reply. It appeared as though she was still shaken but was able to reply to the menacing figure in front of her after a step back with her stand acting accordingly. A defeated sigh left his lungs at her innocent retort, wondering if there was still time to slip away from the mess he’s made. Matter of fact it seemed like whatever sent off the gunshot was pulling spectators towards that and away from where Joseppi stood. Deciding against it he turned his attention back to the girl. “Partly, while gravity does tether us to the earth it also serves another purpose, Fate. Do you believe in fate? That same gravity is what brought you and I here, it’s what attracts stand users to other stand users. That invisible force that pulls people and predetermined course of events together” Joseppi said hitting his stride.

“Annie. That’s a pretty name. My name is Joseppi Joestar. Now would you mind explaining to me as to why you don’t call back your stand?”

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「@Lord Orgasmo」

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Beads of water coated the outside of a glass filled halfway with bourbon on the rocks. The sweltering sun beat down on the San Diego Sahara making it none the more pleasing. As the ice melted and clinked against the glass, all that could be seen was the silhouette of a man. A rather large man at that, his hands nowhere near the cup. Instead they were pitched behind his head with a hat tipped down shading his face from the suns harsh rays. Gently rocking in his chair with legs outstretched one couldn’t help but feel the tranquility radiating off him, but who was he?

The sound of a pigeon’s feathers fluttering in the wind interrupted the silence. Tiny feet planted themselves on his chest disrupting his siesta. His thumb lifted his hat revealing his face from out of the shadows, it was none other than Joseppi Joestar. Around the pigeons ankle was a small tube carrying what seemed to be a note. Unraveling the piece of paper it read, ”Now JoJo chances are you already forgot, but make sure you get to that race on time, you want to scope out the scene before anyone else does. Oh and for crying out loud try not to throw your fists around with impunity.”

Joseppi couldn’t help but chuckle at the note from his superior. “Yare Yare Daze” escaped his lips along with a sigh before he reached for the glass and downed the bourbon in one shot. Ensuring everything he had was all good and accounted for, he set off to the starting line to make sure he was properly checked in. Once there he hitched up radio head giving him a quick brush and an apple before heading in. The spurs on his boots clinked with every step until he made it to the front. “I trust my entry fee has been provided by the US Government? The name is Joestar, Joseppi Joestar, but you can call me JoJo for short” a smile began to creep onto his face. “Ah yes yes welcome Mr. Joestar. Please sign here to acknowledge the rules. I’m sure you know the procedure already so here’s your player identification number and your medal alongside with your badge. Good luck Mr. Joestar” the short officiator said while bowing in respect.

Joseppi signed his name, grabbed his number, and yielded his hand as he exited the registration office. “1890 huh? Guess this is my lucky year. Now where to start? Oh yeah.” Joseppi retrieved the first of many wanted posters in his satchel. This one read WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE, J ZEPPELI. Unfortunately for him the reward section had been torn in transit, but regardless of what it was JoJo never did anything for money. Just before setting out, he heard a gunshot echo through the valley in the direction of the saloon farther down the road. Instead of investigating the commotion his attention was lost on the shot when he saw the appearance of a Stand hovering around a strange looking girl. This was the first time Joseppi had seen someone else with a stand and have it out in the open at that. With his attention peaked, he rolled up the bounty and tucked it back in his satchel on Radiohead before heading over to the strange girl.

“Uhm excuse me miss. Do you believe in gravity?”

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

JoJo

"What a joke..."

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Name: 「Joseppi Joestar」

Aliases: JoJo

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Origin: New York, New York

Abilities:
Joseppi has a few abilities endowed to him, some being naturally gained from his in-world experience while others are secret techniques passed down from generation to generation of Joestars.

Intelligence: His intelligence is the key to what has kept him alive all this time while living in such a perilous neighborhood and later an entire country. Joseppi’s mind usually travels a mile a minute attempting to process everything in his surrounding and mapping out several outcomes before they can occur. The tricks he’s learned from both being a gang leader and US Marshal has given him a bag of tricks to pull from whether its devious underhanded tactics or military training and intuition.

Physical fitness: this is pretty much a given

Budding Mastery: Having worked so closely with his stand from a young age, Joseppi is becoming quite adept in harnessing the full potential within him. This manifest itself in allowing him to channel singular parts of his stand, for example his arm or a leg.

Secret Technique: Nigerundayo, his last resort which is basically just running away.

Appearance:
Joseppi stands at a staggering 190 centimeters tall paired with 78 kilograms of weight to fit into his muscular yet lean looking body type. His natural hair color is black, but he often times like to color it a darker shade of blue to compliment his naturally dark roots. He has one part of his hair braided hanging from behind his left ear and deep blue eyes. Beyond his physical appearance his clothing consists of the normal US Marshal attire which consists of a gray vest with his signature badge near the chest, matching pants with boots and spurs on the backside, hat and a button up shirt underneath. Joseppi’s flamboyant style however allows for one alteration to the uniform, his button down is unbuttoned at the top exposing his chest and contains a pattern of what appears to be cranes.

Personality:
Burning determination would be his best and most notable personality trait. Once set on something, Joseppi cannot be torn from the path he has already set out on. This sense of deep seeded conviction has played an important role in life allowing him to meet adversity head on, even seeking it out sometimes. This is integral to not only himself but those around him, despite not having too many close allies during his time of delinquency his determination did lend itself to those around him. This translated to him fiercely protecting his allies and ensuring that their goals and aspirations would become his own and once they were there was no stopping his indomitable will to arrive at their goal. Joseppi from the outside is seen as both confident, persuasive, and charismatic; this does not mean his personality is just a one-sided coin. Instead the unbothered Joestar does have a gentle kindness to him that can only be pulled out by his most precious allies that manage to enter his inner circle although he is still prone to violence despite his honorable morals.

Combat however is where Joseppi personality really shines through, its like his bread and butter, what he was raised in and exposed to all his life. Having seen combat a million times already he sees it as his second home and where he likes to be in most. Being able to thrive in situations that others would falter in is what sets him apart. This air of joy and liberation gives way to his ability of adapting and perceiving to whatever situation is thrown at him even if its unfavorable to him. Joseppi knows all to intimately what the possibilities and costs battles can have or take away thus grounding him knowing there can and will be consequences.

Short Biography:
Joseppi was born from two immigrant parents, one being George Joestar from the United Kingdom and Isabella Joestar from Italy. Along with the other wave of immigrants looking for a better life in the United States, they found their new home in the not so sunny streets of New York. New York during this time was filled with crime and strife. You see, during the 1800’s New York was home to the most dangerous place in all of New York City by all accounts. These five neighborhoods were an assemblage of thieves, brigands, prostitutes, and murderers. Joseppi’s parents resided in one of these five neighborhoods as they could not find decent work due to their immigrant status and the discrimination it brought with it. As the years went on tension between immigrants led to several bloody riots and even saw a civil war occur in attempts for NY to secede from the rest of the states.

After years had passed and the tension in the air appeared to have taken a break the two gave birth to their beautiful son Joseppi Joestar. And for a time until he was about eight years old there was a true sense of ease within the family. Of course, this all changed when a random outbreak of riots began again pitting the Irish against the other European immigrants. Caught in the crossfire, Joseppi’s parents succumb to the ill fate shared between most of the individuals that lost their lives to meaningless violence. The death of his parents had a devastating impact on Joseppi and shaped his immature views of the world. Rather than fight against it and prove worthless, Joseppi threw himself into the chaos and hate that fermented in the world around him. He joined a five points gang and became a professional and hardened criminal by the age of ten.

Working his way up from the ground level proved to be easier than he imagined with the help of his imaginary friend that activated promptly after his first killing. His name ushered in his face being posted on America’s most wanted with a hefty bounty attached. This in turn led to infamy prompting a turf war to rise between Joseppi’s and a rival five-point gang. With war declared the two were destined to meet to fight to the death in order to establish the dominant gang. Yet as fate would have it, the war was orchestrated by the US Marshall service and rather than walk into a war the two gangs walked into a sting. Both gangs were massacred in an instant having been surrounded left nothing to be desired. Joseppi managed to survive through the skin of his teeth, at the mercy of the US Marshal he decided to extend Joseppi a lifeline. Join the US Marshal service and pay back his debt to society by serving the law or die like a dog in the streets.

Now as heroic it would be to die a martyr, Joseppi preferred to ride with the side that promised life. The memory of his parents and wanting to originally purge the evil from the five points was reborn anew within him. After years of service as a US Marshal he became a key asset to the country having cashed in and caught the most bounties. Under the guise of wanting to win the steel ball run race, Joseppi’s true intentions lie with his country. Tasked with the important job of collecting bounties of all those in the race he was happy to be of service.

Equipment:
His equipment is pretty standard when it comes to being a marshal. He’s equipped with a lasso for hogtying and apprehension. A belt loaded with ammunition and holsters on either side of his hips that hold two revolvers and a repeating rifle strapped across his back for stickier situations. Oh and of course his favorite, chocolate.

Horse Information

Name: Radio Head

Age: Four and a half

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Neigh

Temperament:
Radio Head’s temperament is one that matches the level of energy that Joseppi brings to the party. The two are a match made in heaven as Radio Head is constantly rearing to go and once saddled becomes an untamable beast that rips through the earth while skillfully weaving through the wind. Radio Head only has one rider and one rider only, Joseppi. Anyone who tries to mount him will be unable to do so, fiercely loyal to his rider Radio Head trusts every decision and action done onto him through sickness and in health.

Notable Traits:
Being an Appaloosa comes with a few notable traits. For one its breed is best known for their colorful spotted coat pattern which is unique to each horse. Beyond its coat the Appaloosa are also known for their mottled skin, striped hooves, and eyes with a white sclera. Appaloosa’s are just as versatile as Joestars, in this regard they are used for a variety of purposes whether it be pleasure, long distance riding, endurance, racing, etc.

Radio head also exhales aggressively from his nostrils and generates a large amount of visible heat, beyond that, when racing Radio Head will occasionally wildly shake his head and rotate his tail clockwise and counterclockwise intermittently.

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「Stando」

Stand Name: Airbag

Stand Appearance:

Ora

Abilities:
Airbag is a close-range stand with a short range of 2 meters, with such a short range the pay off is its physical might and speed.

Air Composition: Airbags unique ability is to control and manipulate air with his arms and through touch. This application has a multitude of uses ranging from basic to advanced abilities. On the lower end of the spectrum Joseppi can use it to carry his voice through the wind to disguise his location. He can also create a layer of air around his and his horses head when in conditions with low or no amounts of oxygen like underwater for example. More advanced applications would be the ability to cut through air resistance when racing his horse so the air resistance basically goes around him, this application can also work in combat removing the resistance on his punches causing them to be a bit more devastating. In terms of combat application, Joseppi can create a massive amount of air pressure into his hand and release it causing the condensed air to combust upon command (the projectiles would be no larger than fist/hand size) or create a small tornado that can block small projectiles and send an opponent who touches his fist flying.

Statistics:

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Putting my interest here

• 葉隱 •

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The loud jostling noise of a bamboo stick slamming into each of the iron bars was enough to wake anyone up. As his body jolted awake, his eyes opened to the last of the sun’s rays shining through a small opening disguised as a window in their otherwise barren jail cell. Reaching for the amagasa he didn’t have, Aki sighed in defeat as he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. A guard approached their cell with a raspy voice filled with conviction, making them aware that this little holding center was only a rest stop for their transfer to their final destination, prison. They only had a few minutes between now and then to prepare for their transfer, but with nothing to their name how were they supposed to prepare? Aki was one of the last prisoners to arrive in what was already an almost full holding cell. What had he done to get into a hole like this? The mute vagabond was simply a victim of circumstance, wrong place at the wrong time.

The young samurai had stumbled into a less than desirable town, eyes descended on him as soon as he stepped foot inside the village’s invisible borders. Walking street to street, alley to alley he found him self down a road famous for extortion. Of course, this knowledge wasn’t privy to him until after he had succumbed to it. Rather than pay for the scam, the righteous crane simply yielded his right to the law nearby whom were most likely to be part of said scheme. Regardless, he was there now and sat next to five other undesirables in the thick of it. The first sat across from him, a mountain of man who challenged the height limit of the room itself. It was a wonder how they managed to bind him let alone get him to fit in such a claustrophobic space. He must have fallen on top of someone and crushed them to death. Whatever the case was he was an older man, twice the age of Aki, and four times the muscle.

Next to him was a girl which was an odd sight to see, most often if not always women were killed after having been accused of a crime. It was only recently that any form of justice was applied to them which usually involved asylums and being at the mercy of the warden. Her eyes were incredibly large and the first thing he noticed about her, perhaps she was guilty by association with the massive bear by her side, preventing her early death. Next to her was another man much closer in age to the girl beside him, however far shorter than everyone in the room. Missing not only an eye but also an arm only served to further peak his curiosity. Whatever reason he was put at such a disadvantage must have warranted skills enough to land him in a jail cell. Next was something or someone Aki didn’t know what to make of, a mingling of all walks of life in one, reeking of alcohol. Both sight and smell weren’t too pleasant, leading him to believe the old man was a drunk who was caught publicly indecent or attempting to steal.

Nevertheless, Aki still had a respect for his elders and would later pray for the man in return. Finally, there was what seemed like a foreigner to their natural lands in a boy similar in both physique and skill to Aki. The most prominent feature being his jagged black nails, but before he could guess what crime he committed their cell had been unlocked. Guards congregated inside the cells making sure both hands and feet were secured and bound by a chain connecting the two. One by one in a straight line they were paraded out of the cell and into the back of an armored cart. The last of the guards retrieved what could only be described as the chest containing all their weapons and possessions inside, of course that was loaded into a separate compartment far away from their reach. The car itself was of the highest caliber design that the time permitted. The design was of a simple wagon but enclosed in metal with a Japanese styled roof with no windows. There was one large iron door that served as both exit and entry point and a section in the front for the operator of the two horses pulling the wagon.

They rode in silence with no whispers or murmurs within the wagon walls. Only a short spell into their journey did things start to go awry, suddenly the cart began to violently jerk. The sound of horses neighing in fear bounced of the walls of the wagon. There was a burst of speed, a pause, and then a lull in which the cart came to a complete stop. Both neighing and yelling came to a deafening stop. Knots formed in Aki’s gut knowing there was something coming on the horizon. Intuitively he dislocated his thumb, sliding his one hand free before attending to the other. Just as he had gotten his hand free a monstrous thud hit the side of the wagon sending it flying to its side. The force of the attack was enough to shatter and loosen the hood of the wagon revealing the nights starry sky. The muscles in his legs were filling with oxygen ready to break the shackles around his legs and aim for the chest that was just in a few strides reach.

Dashing outside he managed to arrive at the chest undetected, the horses had been decapitated and the guards were being killed and devoured by demons in the distance. Neither their numbers nor their goals were discernible to him. Perhaps they sought to kill them next and for a moment Aki thought about leaving the others behind as punishment for their crimes, but instead turned back and freed them one by one, starting with the towering giant. What fate was about to unfold for the unlikely company of prisoners?