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Shanks the Nanja,
the Mirrored Sea,
Aboard the SS Ladyslipper

@JBRam2002@Lauder

Screaming.

All Shiki could hear is screaming. The screaming of the dozens, no, hundreds of the lives he's sent to Hell. The lives he's taken for coin, and for his Brimstone Mistress. The screams were all in some sort of sick unison, their echoing agony amplified within his mind. It grated at the assassin's very sanity, threatening to consume it.

Shiki shook his head, grunting, and trying to get a better sense of his current situation. He put away his shuriken before calling out towards his allies as well as to the inscrutable being within the storm of ice.

"If the Drakes dare board,
I will come forth to slay them,
with my cursed blade!"


The vampire called, speaking in a peculiar matter, as always. He always paused between phrases, sometimes fragmenting his sentences, and speaking in some sort of pattern. Some suggest this comes from his strange, dark pact. Others believe that everyone from the Far East speaks in such a matter. Whatever the case may be, Shiki proceeded onward.

The assassin braved through the storm of ice as he made his way to the other side of the deck, where the sinister Drakes had been this entire time. He wasn't sure what they were doing out there, aside from contributing as much as he was. When Shiki got there, he took a peek at them, only to find them babbling like idiots. Shiki took this to his advantage, making himself look less conspicuous to them by crouching behind the railing, his cloak shifting colors again in a similar matter earlier, to further keep him out of sight.

The assassin hovered his hand over the sinister blade sheathed at his hip, readying to strike the moment they spring up. The blade was said to be cursed, delivering incurable wounds that sting like poison. A true weapon meant for a man of his profession. While doing this, Shivs said some quick mantras quietly to himself, clearing his mind of the madness that just earlier afflicted him.


Sorry for the delays. We both literally just finished High School.
I'll probably opt to make an antagonist when the time comes. Had a bit of writer's block in regards to my character sheet ^^"
@Lady Selune He's offline right now, sadly, but for placeholder names, just call us Guns and Roses for now. Since we have an "inside guy" already established, I figured I'd make my guy the small arms expert; the guy you go to if you want your guns modded. Has connections to a few of the better arms dealers, and even carries the ammo, too. My friend's still going to be the cleaner, though, since we'll most likely be needing one of those. And even if we don't, our Safehouse'll still need a janitor.
@Lady Selune Is it still fine if the friend I invited can also be a part of this? I mentioned this in my last post, and he plans to play the role of a Cleaner, which means he won't neccesarily have to be around during the brginning of the first heist. His role would pretty much involve paying people to not snitch if something goes wrong, tying up loose ends, and making sure there aren't any spiders in the safehouse.

Asking this because he'll be busy today and tomorrow, mainly because of graduation. Working on my csheet atm, by the way.
A buddy and I plan to make a Cleaner and an Inside Man, respectively. Basically he'll be the guy that does the dirty work with bodies and things of that nature, while I do all the casings and leave behind the bags and stuff. How else do you think we get all the blueprints? xP

And we're going to be twins. Think of us as the Before and After of a heist.

If any other roles need fillinng, though, hit us up.
Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, Did I ever tell you how much I hate birds?

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu@Zverda

Cesar was only a bit bored. They had spent hours upon hours of walking through these strange lands, which seemed mostly uneventful at the time. During this time, Cesar had been singing sea shanties and swinging his sword around, telling tall tales of heroics to pass the time.

Suddenly, however, a trio of giant birds the size of Cesar's pride began to encircle thr group, making their descent. Cesar clicked his tongue, shaking his head at this new potential threat.

"Ah, great. Oversized gaviotas..." Cesar said under his tongue before he rolled his neck, looking over to his ally, Thea.

"Alright, then, amiga! Ready to fight fearlessly like those heroes of old I was just talking about?" Cesar asked, the spark surrounding his words as he spoke, an indication that his magic is being used, before raising a glowing fist directed at Thea, leaving it out for her to "fist-bump," as Cesar called it. Cesar pounded his chest with his other fist using the arm holding the sword (and obviously in a matter where he doesn't hit himself with his own sword), before the spell was completely cast, and they were both invigorated with a sense of fearlessness.



Stabs the Nonja,
the Mirrored Sea,
Aboard the SS Ladyslipper

@JBRam2002@Lauder

A man clad in shadowy clothes walks out from belowdecks, yawning. Normally, this man slept under the decks until come nightfall, where he'd do a lot of strange, creepy, possibly illegal things. Red eyes began to survey the deck once he was up, and he started to shiver. It was cold, he thought, Too cold. Normally, a man of his nature isn't bothered by the cold too much. He could even walk naked without worry of the cold... at least, in a normal climate. Right now, it's almost freezing for him, and his intuition tells him something is off.

Whatever it may be, it probably won't suspect him. His cloak was already donned as he went to a crouch, the colors of his clothes shifting a shade of white, becoming one with the blizzard. While his boots masked his very sound, he felt as if their full effect wasn't as neccesary, with the howling winds of the storm they were in already doing most of that for him. Once he stepped off the stairs onto the main deck, he traversed through the slippery, icy ground of the ship carefully. What he saw when he ascended was a great, white sphere, and within, something he can't easily discern. He carefully made it toward the stairs, positioning himself behind it. l Whatever was in that sphere, the man though it would have a hard time hitting or even seeing him from here.

The man quickly shuffles at his belt, grabbing two strange... star-shaped discs. Weapons, perhaps? Well, whatever they were, the man stayed down, warily, waiting, not throwing them just yet. He awaited for a clear shot, or at least, for one where his crewmates would be able to point out easily for him...

Shikirari Visekos, the Bloodsucking Demon of the East, stayed hidden, patiently waiting for his time to strike. His throwing stars- his shuriken- readied to strike at the first threat that makes itself apparent...

@Lady Selune

The valedictorian would most definitely serve a tactician sort of role, and will shine when any book smarts are needed. In the future, he could even serve as a tech expert after finding his real dream school, the University of Heisting, and majoring in Criminal Science.

The rich kid is more of a... loose cannon. The guy who'd go in guns blazing and doing the craziest of thinga. Not that he would be a big detriment to the team, as I plan to avoid doing things reckless enough to screw everyone over. As far as his established role comes, that is something I would have to think over on. His money could be an asset for the crew in future heists, and if we go with him being in a crime family, we could also get some jobs from them, if appropriate.
I have two character concepts in mind: a high school valedictorian who, despite having so many scholarships, couldn't get into his dream university and decided to make the money on his own terms, or a spoiled son of a rich family, possibly a crime family, who wishes to live a thrill-seeking, hollywood life.
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