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a demons alliance

Name: Kharon

Age: ??

Powers:

Hellhound Physiology: Unlike an ordinary demon, Kharon is a mythical beast known as a Hellhound, an Omen of Death. Guardian to the entrance to the world of the dead, he has sovereignty over all things related. Not only is he a guardian to the dead, but also guardian of anything in the realm of supernatural creatures or world. Being a hellhound permits him certain abilities such as super speed, strength, and access to hellfire. These features allow him to be a hunter of lost souls and formidable foe. Kharon has taken on a humanoid form for his contact to the world of the living, gaining sentience. Despite being imprisoned in a human body he can still channel his hellhound physiology through it. In such forms as channeling flames through his hands or his eyes (legends state that if someone stares into a hellhound's eyes three times or more, that person will surely die), claws and fangs, and a fiery coat of thick black fur.
Bio: Kharon has spent lifetimes as guardian of the realm of hell, seeking out lost souls and guarding the secrets of the supernatural. That was until one of the supernatural treasures had been taken from hell and brought to the world of the living. In service to his world, he has decided to venture to their world in order to find it and bring it back.

Other: Likes to burn anything to a crisp before eating it.

a demons alliance

@Vampiretwilight

I'll have it up after my midterm tonight.

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Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

His gaze was focused like a laser, any finer and a beam of light would have shot out of his eyes into the skull of Simon. The tension in the air was thickening and not just from the help of Air Bag either. It was starting to become the start of an old fashioned duel. It was ages since he had last been a participant in one, his hand hungry to stretch its fingers and speed. Joseppi in the moment didn’t care much of what Simon has to say for himself as he knew all too well from a life of law enforcement that people would say anything to get out of the trouble they made for themselves. The challenge of a duel was dancing on the top of his tongue, his mouth forming the sentence before letting it out. Just as he was about to talk he was interrupted by the girl who seemed to be quite taken with the stammering mustache. Unintentionally, Joseppi whipped his gaze towards Jules, his eyes now fixated on her instead .

“Now listen miss, we were having a nice conversation until that poster hit you in the face. Making you mad was not my intention at all. I would like to make that up to you and ask what you saw, but as for being friends with him” he said exasperated with his thumb pointing over his shoulder, “I don’t quite see that future in the cards right now.”

The cowardly lion finally seemed to find the courage he had when he crossed Joseppi on the first leg of the race. He turned back to Simon as he spoke. “Why wait till after then to tell me about it? Unless you’re hiding someone or [i]something[/] in that body of yours. Go ahead and call them on out” Joseppi dug into him trying to see if Simon would call his bluff on knowing he was a stand user. Not only was his accent as heavy and annoying as he was but the excuses he was using were just the same. “Now let me get this right. You came and joined this race expecting to avoid aggression and violence the whole time?!” Joseppi guffawed violently. “What kind of idiot do you take me for?” He asked.

Joseppi had almost forgot he had an audience until the bartender interjected. “I don’t want any trouble in this here establishment. You already knocked down the door so please leave.” Joseppi turned his back to the two brushing off jules arm in the process. “You’re right good sir how rude of me, I’ll just take this out—-“ suddenly a stray bottle flew from behind Joseppi and smashed into his back shattering on impact. It seemed as though one of the patrons was getting antsy in anticipation of the fight and got ahead of himself. The original target was meant for Simon but somehow he had missed, probably from intoxication, but nevertheless it hit Joseppi instead.

The room once again fell deathly silent. Joseppi smile froze on his face and his eyelids appeared stapled shut. After what felt like forever, branches off veins popped through his skin in anger as he whipped around and summoned airbag. Both arms aiming for each competitor behind him. Only one word could be heard echoing throughout the area, “ORA!”

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 Tweedle Dee @NachoBachoPacho and Tweedle Dumb @Ambra 」

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The scene had been set by Joseppi’s altruistic notions of buying the whole bar a round of their beverage of choice. Not only one round, but a few had gone down the gullets of his compatriots as having a good time was better than having none at all. Even the bartender partook in the state of affairs and enjoyed his time upfront conversing with the great giant that towered over him even though he was seated on a bar stool. The celebration was as lively as ever, one of the great things to have come from the race, just one of the very first in the long line of celebrations the further the race proceeded. Joseppi drained the remaining ichor from his glass letting the ice bounce against his lips before wiping his mouth and requesting another. Now even though his tolerance and bank account were high, he needed to keep his wits about him as to not forego his original missions of capturing bounties. By the looks of hit he hit the jackpot by entering this establishment. It was a gold mine of familiar faces that he had memorized in his head, the only difference was the numbers floating above their heads.

Sighing in disappointment at his fun coming to an end he thanked the bartender for his one last drink and managed to slip him a generous amount of coin into his pocket. He chugged his final drink and turned to face his court to find which criminals’ day he was going to ruin. That was, until his eyes froze at the entrance of the bar. The doorway he had so gracefully kicked down had now been replaced by not only the one man he had been looking for since the race started, but the woman with the plume of feathers who he had not been able to properly give his flower to. Luckily for her, his seething rage for the spineless fraud who so rudely ran past him was prying his attention from connecting the last dots of this mistress being J. Zeppeli. He grimaced in delight, slamming his cup into the ground shattering both the glass and the wood below, fracturing the peace in the room. The jovial faces and boisterous attitude from the voracious crowd dropped to a dead silence, to the point a pin could be heard falling. Faces became as limp as Simon’s as everyone turned to face their savior and then track his gaze back to Simon.

If Joseppi didn’t make a move the crowd would have surely raised up their arms and pitchforks and skewered the gentle giant. However, Joseppi tipped his hat up and arose from his metaphorical throne. “So, I see your back for round 2 yeah? Hopefully you have more to say for yourself this time before you scamper off so ill-manneredly” his steps were slow but methodical, drawing in closer step by step building suspense that would suffocate the room. “And I can see you brought a friend this time, how’d you manage that huh? Seeing as you were the one that interrupted my whole parley, I’m gonna have to give you two strikes” at this point the patrons inside were on the edge of their seats, the sound of wood creaking as the seats shifted in weight. It was odd to see a man of Simon’s stature be dwarfed by anyone else, but here Joseppi stood looking down on him. The leather in his boots squeaked to a stop along with the chirps of his spurs. His hands rested on his belt buckle while his face drew near, “Well what do you have to say for yourself? Pardner?”

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 N/A 」

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He wasn’t first but he sure wasn’t last by any means. Reigning in his horse once he crossed the finish line was something short of exciting despite originally having no desire to participate in the race. Perhaps the thrill of the hunt and the race would be something that would coalesce inside him. This was rather dangerous for the other riders though, if Joseppi began to acquire a taste for this sort of competition there would be hell to pay. Carefully trotting off into the distance away from the other riders he sucked in the fresh crisp dry air into his lungs. It never burned so good. With the announcements over hear there was only one name that stuck out to him and that was the voluptuous redhead named Annie. Ridiculously thick in the body, but also in the mind that one was. Alas he supposed that being simple minded with the help of a sentient stand was more than enough to put her leagues above the rest, thus earning her second place rightfully so.

Joseppi didn’t recognize any other names until the announcer shouted out the result of one J. Zeppoli being penalized and placed 20 spots behind her original finish. Time stopped, one second had passed, two seconds had passed. His mind started to work in overtime as if a lightning bolt had struck through his body electrifying his senses. Why was that name so familiar? Ransacking his brain for any type of connection, he closed his eyes hoping to paint a clearer picture. Shuffling through memories he finally stopped at the one he needed. A slap or rather a sonic boom came from the clapping of his hands once he realized it. The wanted poster. The poster was for one J. Zeppeli, a name that just so happened to match up with the competitor in the race except with some roundabout spelling. Did she really think she would be fooling anyone by changing one vowel in her last name? It made sense to Joseppi, after all criminals weren’t known for their incredible genius or espionage.

Now he just needed to track her down, who was she? Had he already passed by her in the race? He wasn’t paying attention to the positions just mumbling cowboy that fixed his knapsack. Whoever it was she wouldn’t be so safe on the second leg of the race that was for sure. There was also the case of the young blonde rider who had obtained his poster. Three heads were already at the top of his list all vying for his attention at number one. But that was for the next part of the race, for now he deserved some well-earned R&R and what better way to do that then attend the local bar. Joseppi left Radio Head to his own devices making sure he had plenty of water, apples, and his coat had been meticulously and carefully brushed by his owner. Afterwards, Joseppi made his way over to the closest bar and kicked down the front door in one go. In his boisterous attitude he tipped his hat to everyone inside and took his seat at the front right next to the bartender.

“Give me an Old Fashioned. Oh, and uh you can bill me for that there door too. Matter fact, all rounds are on me partner” Joseppi ordered hoping the nervous and scared stares would turn into cheers and praise.

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

_Mention: 「 N/A 」

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Was everyone in this race as rude and brazen as Simon? The hulking mass of man simply ignored anything and everything Joseppi was saying to him. It was like he wasn’t even there. One minute he ran up next to him and was pointing at his knapsack being open and taking off the next without any utterance. It wasn’t enough to be ignored by Simon, but denied by Jules, his poster stolen by a blonde midget, and some ditzy red head completely unaware of her stand or what gravity was. This race was going to take more of a toll on his mind, body, and soul if the pace of people he met kept up with those from just before. In his introspection he had loss all footing he gained from shooting out the gate at the start of the race. Realizing he was now several spots behind the front of the crowd, he spat in annoyance. His head lowered to the level of Radio Heads ear whispering, “Let’s go buddy we don’t need to win first but we do need to teach those folks a lesson.”

Riled up with a new flame of passion, Joseppi whipped the reigns and shouted letting Radio Head no it was time to boogie. To make up for the distance he lost he needed speed and a whole lot of it. Sucking in the air around him he filled his lungs to the very brim before expelling it all with ferocious force. Only instead of his just his lips a manifestation of his stand’s lips leapt past his own. The air blowing from his mouth began to coat Radio Head in a semi translucent bubble or shield rather. Joseppi had created a vehicle that would bend the air resistance around him instead of directly on top of the pair. Radio Head sliced through the air and the crowd around him like a hot knife through butter. Not only was Radio Head able to conserve more energy this way, but the air wouldn’t be putting any pressure on the joints or weight of both riders.

First was the blonde that had stolen his poster and as much as Joseppi wanted to divert his attention form the race to a fist into Donny’s face, he knew he had to bite his tongue for now. Instead the menacing cowboy simply tipped his hat in Donny’s direction before blowing straight past him. “Now where is that lump of bricks now?” Joseppi said aloud looking specifically for Simon. “Oh, great a hill” he thought, knowing full well what kind of damage a downward slope could do to all of the racers and their horses. Luckily for Joseppi luck was on his side. A simple upturned flick of his wrist created a small layer of air between the ground and Radio Head’s feet allowing him to glide gracefully down the hill instead of pounding downward. The plume of feathers caught his attention once more, it was the girl who had narrowly escaped his charm. Something was different about her this time, she had an air of candor and now she was holding one of those mysterious balls strapped to her sides.

His eyes widened in awe of her raw display of power and skill with the orb. She knocked down one horse that snowballed into a pileup of both riders and horse alike. He grimaced in her act of defiance, perhaps she was a stand user after all. Tugging at the reigns once more, Radio head reared in reply as he sped up jumping over the pile up in elegant display. Using the momentum to his favor he continued to glide down the hill, passing Jules this time. His head turned hoping to catch her gaze, a playful wink sent to her if she did manage to meet his eyes. However, he couldn’t stop there he needed to press on and catch up to Simon. The urge to send him flying had overcome any of his previous motivations and just like gravity Joseppi was sitting behind both him and Annie with Neon Knight.

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

_{Location:
Main Bridge | Left Nut}

_{Interacting with:
[The Captain]}

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Space travel never got any easier and although Blaire was as tough as nails, she still experienced a little discomfort when jumping through portals. This time was no different when the screen passed by and hit each and every one of them. Blaire clutched her stomach momentarily before regaining her footing promising to herself she would never be seen as weak. The captain’s stoicism was something she had always admired even know when staring down the face of unknown wonders and dangers. The sight on the other side was captivating to say the least. Walking up to the window she pressed her hand against it attempting to feel the space on the other side. There were no stars but legions of ships to replace them. The firefights were reminiscent of fireflies in the way they lit up the engulfing darkness with their little flutter of light.

Jerked back intro reality by the sudden evasion protocol, Blaire came to her senses waiting for the Captain’s next orders. Her voice was both a refreshing calming wave that could sedate any of the crews fears within moments. The adrenaline began to course through her veins like a drug eliciting a response that was very much like Blaire. Excited to jump into the fray, she would be one of the first if not the first to pledge herself to the cause. Ideas of what she would find on the surface or whom she would be able to shoot out excited her all the more. In her excitement she lost first place to Reika the crews scout sniper. She simply rolled her eyes before stepping forward alongside Reika, “I’ll go too Captain, I’m not sure if you’ll need any more than that” She said in confidence.

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

_Mention: 「 @NachoBachoPacho 」

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It appeared as though lady luck had other ideas for Joseppi, his patented technique for flirting backfired on him. His undefeated win streak was crushed or in this case smacked into the face of the one he tried to seduce. Knowing not was on the paper, Jules look was all too telling to not notice that whatever was on the paper was bad news. Joseppi in his newfound confusion had his mouth agape in a frown racking his brain wondering what could be on the paper. The only thing that could come to his mind was the bundle of wanted posters nestled in his knapsack. Could it be she was a wanted criminal or was she just not that into men in uniform. The thought weighed heavy on him while trying to decide which one it was. Speechless for once in his life, heat pressed at the top of his skin all over his body making him hot, causing sweat to accumulate on his back and on his forehead. “Wa..wai..Now miss this is surely a misunderstanding come back!” Joseppi pleaded, but his efforts were in vain. Jules had already galloped well past him leaving him to bite the dust.

The vicious bite of anger and fear from Jules punctured deep inside causing the 190cm giant to become quite rabid. The anger however fueled his mind allowing him to think semi clearly once more. Sighing in defeat he knew he had to reclaim the parchment to figure out what caused such a violent reaction. In an almost animal like instinct, a gust of wind unbuttoned the strap on his waist keeping his lasso tucked and brought it into his open palm. To anyone without the ability to see a stand it would have looked like a ghost had guided the rope into his hand or Joseppi was just a master at sleight of hand. With a simple flick and snap of his wrist he built enough momentum overheard to toss his lasso out to catch the paper before anyone else could retrieve it. Unfortunately for Joseppi his run of bad luck only seemed to be getting worse. Instead of slicing through the air to the piece of paper the rope fell short, too short actually, only inches away from where the backside of Radio Head was.

Joseppi turned to look at the hindrance to his mission with utter disdain and annoyance. Instead of meeting a rock he met something similar, a man almost the same height of Joseppi but carrying around more weight or fat in this case. His rope had managed to entangle itself with the rider behind him, was he another stand user? How did he manage to get behind him without noticing sooner? Whatever it was, his attention quickly diverted off to the side of this burly rider to a much younger shorter dwarf like rider eclipsed in blonde hair. Whoever that was had managed to catch the paper, Joseppi was just fast enough to witness the rider tucking a small slip of paper in his bandana. ” You’re dead” he said forgetting that the other rider adjacent to him could most likely hear him. Joseppi took the flower and tucked it behind his ear and through his hair for safe keeping. It did wonders for his flamboyant nature, hopefully making himself appear more welcoming.

Simon’s words and accent were grating on his ears. Despite having served as a marshal for years, the sound of southern and western accents still aggravated his ears. If one thing was true about New Yorkers it was their snobbish pride when compared to others. Once he finished Joseppi couldn’t help but erupt in laughter. He clutched his face rocking his head back trying to compose himself as to not alarm Simon. Who was this guy? Who would go out of their way to ensure the safety and security of a stranger let alone a competitor? “What’s your name fella? You keep this up and I might have to make you my deputy" Joseppi asked letting the last of his chuckles out.