Dead Cruiser

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Jason Flanagan

"Don't be scared, he's just sixteen-hundred pound friend!"

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Name: Jason Flanagan

Nicknames: Big Red, Monster Mash

Aliases: The Kaiju King, Master of Monsters, Mr. Unova (5 years ago)

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Origin: Castelia City, Unova

Appearance: Jason is a truly massive man, head and shoulders taller than most people, and covered in thick slabs of muscle. He prefers athletic wear when acting as a trainer or member of the Elite, but in more casual settings will wear things like jeans, boots and flannel.

Personality: Jason is a boisterous character, full of emotion and a love for life. Everything he does he puts as much as himself into as possible, be it laughing, crying, training, or battling. He respects strength most of all, but understands that it comes in many forms. Though he can be overbearing, he is an inherently kind soul, and doesn't want to use his strength to hurt anyone.

Short Biography: Jason is from Castelia City, where he was an awkward youth due to his size compared to other children his age. However, around the time that most children start their Pokemon journey, a freak accident in the city took place. A trainer from far away lost control of their Tyranitar, who destroyed an entire skyscraper. No one was seriously hurt, but it was a serious shock to the city, and especially to Jason. He was awed by the Tyranitar's power, and became enamored with the strength of huge and monstrous Pokemon, who he found common kinship with. He found an egg when exploring in the rubble of the skyscraper, and the Larvitar that hatched from it became his first Pokemon. Jason spent his journey traveling to many different places and discovering what mighty and monstrous Pokemon lived there, and training with them to maximize both his and their own terrifying power. He became a member of Unova's Elite out of recognition for his strength after many years of training and dedication, and was loaned to Sinnoh's elite out of a desire to use his strength to help wherever he could.

Pokemon

Khan

Name: Khan
Species: Tyranitar
Gender: Male
Ability: Sand Stream
Appearance: Larger than most Tyranitar, with scratched armor from heavy training.
Personality: Khan is noble and solitary, seeking to fight only the strongest opponents, but is utterly ferocious when in battle.
Special Moves: Shadow Claw, Outrage, Fire Punch, Thunder Punch

Tank

Name: Tank
Species: Aggron
Gender: Male
Ability: Heavy Metal
Appearance: Tank is a truly huge specimen of an Aggron, with iron armor much thicker than normal.
Personality: Dutiful and patient both in and out of battle, Tank can seem sluggish, and has moments of arrogance when it comes to his armor.
Special Moves: Dragon Claw, Stealth Rock, Toxic, Superpower

Jaeger

Name: Jaeger
Species: Golurk
Gender: N/A
Ability: Iron Fist
Appearance: More grey-green compared to most Golurk, and the flames of its jet thruster are blue.
Personality: Jaeger barely seems alive at times, as it won't move at all unless commanded; except when Jason is in danger, when it will move to protect him with shocking speed.
Special Moves: Fire Punch, Thunder Punch, Drain Punch, Ice Punch

Princess

Name: Princess
Species: Feraligatr
Gender: Female
Ability: Sheer Force
Appearance: Princess is hulking compared to most Feraligatr, with thick limbs, and huge claws and fangs.
Personality: Surprisingly lazy, Princess spends most of her time lying about, but becomes a force of nature when moved to action.
Special Moves: Dragon Dance, Liquidation, Ice Punch, Dragon Claw

Kaiser

Name: Kaiser
Species: Hydreigon
Gender: Male
Ability: Levitate
Appearance: Kaiser is larger and more fearsome-looking than most Hydreigon, and his body crackles with latent energy.
Personality: Kaiser is almost impossible to control, willing to viciously battle basically anything. His destructive nature worries Jason, and as a result he spends most of his time in his ball.
Special Moves: Draco Meteor, Dark Pulse, Fire Blast, Flash Cannon

Dozer

Name: Dozer
Species: Nidoking
Gender: Male
Ability: Sheer Force
Appearance: Dozer is bulkier than most Nidoking, darker purple, with cracked and chipped armor and horns.
Personality: Most like Jason among his other Pokemon, Dozer is boisterous and competitive, but is inherently kind and helpful.
Special Moves Toxic, Poison Jab, Drill Run, Fire Punch

Emperor

Name: Emperor
Species: Tyrantrum
Gender: Male
Ability: Rock Head
Appearance: Emperor is a very unusual Tyrantrum, larger than most recovered specimens, with a scarred face and jaws, but is royal blue in color instead of red-brown.
Personality: Imperious and arrogant, possibly Jason's most prideful and hot-headed Pokemon, but surprisingly polite.
Move Set: Fire Fang, Outrage, Superpower, Zen Headbutt

Titania

Name: Titania
Species: Volcarona
Gender: Female
Ability: Flame Body
Appearance: Huge among Volcarona, Titania's wings seem brighter than usual and embers constantly drift from them.
Personality: Titania is enigmatic and quiet most of the time, but is brutal and relentless in battle.
Move Set: Solar Beam, Sunny Day, Morning Sun, Hidden Power

Killer

Name: Killer
Species: Aerodactyl
Gender: Male
Ability: Pressure
Appearance: One of the largest Aerodactyl specimens restored, with a darker-grey coloration and viciously hooked fangs and claws.
Personality: Killer is excitable and friendly, eager to compete and more eager to be praised.
Move Set: Aqua Tail, Sky Attack, Steel Wing, Fire Fang

Duke

Name: Duke
Species: Slaking
Gender: Male
Ability: Truant
Appearance: Bulky enough that some would think that he's overweight, Duke is in fact covered in compressed muscle.
Personality: Duke is as lazy as most Slaking, but seeing his master or friend being harmed fills him with unquenchable fury.
Move Set: Crush Claw, Dynamic Punch, Fire Punch, Gunk Shot

Summary: A kind-hearted master of massive, monstrous Pokemon.

Other: Character theme lol

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Hunter with the Taste of Death

Name: Yamamura Seishiro

Appearance: Seishiro is unremarkable at first glance. Tall, but not too tall, strongly-built, but not bulging with muscle, without close examination he could pass for a student athlete. However, he does have several peculiarities. He has shining golden eyes, like a cat's, that are not hidden by his limiter, and so he will sometimes wear contacts in public to cover them. He carries many scars all over his body, including his face, as a result of the power of his bloodline and the training he underwent in his upbringing. Seishiro's dress sense is a bit eccentric, as he likes punk-style clothes, featuring a lot of leather, studs, spikes, chains, and silver jewelry.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Backstory: The Yamamura bloodline is as ancient and storied as Hunter bloodlines come. However, they have faded into the realm of myth over the last few centuries, and have been thought to be extinct by many. In a long-distant year, the Yamamura clan heard tell of another bloodline of hunters, their name lost to history, conspiring to bring a powerful and malevolent Youkai into the world. Rather than let this catastrophe come to pass, they went to war against this enemy bloodline, and eradicated them. However, when the other bloodlines called upon the Yamamura to answer for their deeds, they could not prove the other clan's wrongdoing, as the perpetrators had all been killed. Those that had participated in the purge were marked as Youkai and executed, which combined with the casualties from the battle, greatly diminished their bloodline. The Yamamura faded into obscurity, and were thought to have quietly gone extinct.

However, this was revealed to be untrue as Seishiro emerged to join the Hunter's Club. He had spent his early childhood as the rest of the remaining Yamamura had in the intervening years; in secrecy and seclusion in distant places such as mountains and forests. Seishiro had grown up with no other children, with his father as near-only human contact. There he had been tutored and trained in the ways of the Hunter, with shocking success, and yet his isolated upbringing has made him a bit eccentric, like someone lost out of time. Even though he is overwhelmed by modern city life, he is eager to make new friends among the Hunter's Club and regain the honor of his fallen bloodline.

Hunter Power: The bloodline of the Yamamura is strange and considered disturbing by some. They have been known to call it "Death Eater" (死食べ), which is as accurate a description as any. If Seishiro becomes wounded or otherwise damaged by some form of attack, he can "savor the taste of death," and develop an adapted resistance to that attack. This only lasts as long as he can concentrate on the "taste of death," and so the time and number of adaptations he can manifest are both limited by his concentration and willpower. At the present moment, he can juggle three in his mind at once, but he is training to improve. If need be, he can "consume a bitter death," to completely heal from what would otherwise be a fatal wound, but this does not provide him with a resistance to the damage that would have killed him, and is exhausting, thus hampering his power until he can rest.

Techniques: Seishiro's fighting style is classically trained, almost antiquated, but is highly aggressive, relying on his ability to cheat death to deal the most possible damage.

Hari (針): Seishiro kicks off with tremendous speed, diving toward an enemy sword-first, like a wasp hunting a fly.

Sengiri (千切り): Seishiro delivers as many cuts as he can in as short a time as possible, his blade becoming a barely-visible whirlwind, hoping any will find purchase and deliver Blood Shadow's venom.

Haru (駆る): Seishiro's primary unarmed technique, similar to Hari, where he closes distance with his foe at maximum speed to kick them into the dirt.

Heirloom: The heirloom Seishiro carries is Blood Shadow (血影), a strange, antique katana. Its metal is old and dark, and veined with strange channels and symbols. It has no crossguard, and the wrappings about its hilt are wine-red and ragged. Upon activation, Blood Shadow pricks Seishiro's palms with hidden needles in the grip, and channels his blood up into the blade. Like its master, Blood Shadow savors the taste of death, and inflicts this taste upon his enemies. Whatever sort of creature Seishiro has adapted to become more resistant to, his blood becomes a deadly venom against. The more he has adapted himself to face this particular foe, the more potent this poison becomes.

Skill: Seishiro is rather self-sufficient, and adept at rural living. Given that he lived alone with his father, he is used to doing a lot of housework. Besides that, he has near-encyclopedic knowledge of vintage music, movies, and other pop-culture, as these were all he was exposed to during his isolated upbringing.

Limiter/Charm: Seishiro's limiter is a skull-shaped silver ring he wears on his left hand. The charm for Blood Shadow is as antique as the blade itself, and takes the form of a tarnished silver hair-pin that Seishiro keeps stuck through the lapel of his jacket.

Theme Song: I picked two what of it

Most of the boys won't ever cross this line,
If they all wanna die dead broke that's fine that's fine,
Everybody's got their limits,
Nobody's found mine

Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry,
Devil on your back, I can never die

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The Black Dragon

Name: Lotan Felheart, the Black Dragon

Age: Ancient, easily in excess of 1000 years.

Gender Male

Race: Svariel

Culture: A people as ancient and prolific as the Astoriel have their fair share of dissidents. Whether heretics that forsake the worship of The One, or secessionists that desire an empire outside of the Enclave's influence, there have been those that have broken away from the greater whole of the Astoriel over the ages. These fragments and outcasts are known as Svariel, or the Dark Kin, and are sometimes called Dark Elves by more ignorant races. As they are a collective of numerous splinter factions, there is no cohesive culture among the Svariel, aside from their collective rejection of their peoples' collectivist values and religion. Common enough among them is the desire to use the magical and technological might their kind has cultivated over the eons to empower themselves, and subjugate other races. Dark Elves are frequently seen as untrustworthy or cruel by other races, and not without good reason; they are frequently pirates, marauders, unscrupulous mercenaries, or subjects of the bloodthirsty empire of Malerion.

Racial Features: Svariel are not biologically distinct from their kin within the Enclave, and are indistinguishable from them by an outsider. However, each "Elf" can intrinsically sense the presence of The One (or the lack thereof) in their kin, and can sense whether they are Astoriel or Svariel instinctively. Additionally, Svariel are far more likely to modify their bodies drastically through the use of transmutative magics or biological engineering; it is not unheard of for enclaves or covens of Dark Elves to possess wings, serpentine bodies, additional limbs, or any combination thereof.

Appearance: Lotan is a tall and imposing figure; his fey Elvish features marred by his pallid and sickly complexion. His hair has long fallen out, and a single eye as dark as a moonless sky stares imperiously. His pale, lithe flesh is covered in numerous dark tattoos; pirate symbols and prison markings. His presence is that of a predator, an ancient monster sat atop a horde of bones. In private company he dresses in rich, dark robes, which cloak and frame his lithe form voluminously. In more serious matters he wears an armored bodyglove, and cloaks and raiments that evoke the image of a warrior-king. He is particularly fond of a golden mask that depicts a high-crested, tentacle-mawed visage, further evoking the image of a hunter of the deep.

Occupation/Concept: In the uncharted and forbidden realms of Elysia, Lotan is a lord among lords. Among the many pirates, corsairs, privateers, brigands, and freebooters, he commands the greatest power out of any of them. A Pirate King the likes of which have not been seen since ages that have faded to hazy memory, he is the terror of the void and a blight on many worlds. He and the rest of his corsair warband, the Void Dragons, are known to strike without warning, and vanish without a trace. They oversee many illegal trades among their secret paths between worlds, and plunder the riches of empires as they see fit.

Training:

• Deadly and experienced close-quarters combatant; adept with blades, whips, sidearms, and such.
• Legendary pirate; expert in naval battle, boarding actions, and piloting small craft.
• Master of ancient lore; speaks many dead languages and has great knowledge of lost empires, specifically their secrets and their treasures.

Powers:

• Mind Flay: Lotan can invade his enemies' minds and assault them with waves of ruinous psychic agony.
• Voidbolt: By conjuring a bolt of pure void energy, Lotan can tear his enemies apart or wrack them with debilitating pain.
• Voidform: Lotan's flesh becomes one with the void, allowing him to survive in such lethal environments as open space.
• Vampiric Touch: Sucking the very life energy of his enemy away, Lotan can heal his wounds and sustain his failing body.
• Word of Death: Lotan speaks an ancient curse in a forsaken tongue: those too weak to bear its horror perish instantly.

Equipment:

• Ghost Armor: A bodyglove adorned with lightweight armored plates that do not slow Lotan or restrict his movements. The suit has a light force-field installed, as well as an in-built holofield that can obfuscate his appearance.
• Masque of Serakith: Lotan's golden mask, taken from the corpse of a favored Malerion prince.
• Nidhogg-Scale Cloak: A night-black hide flensed from the flesh of a great void-serpent, it is durable against many varieties of weapon and energies.
• Venom Blaster: Lotan's preferred side-arm, which fires crystallized shards of horrifically virulent neurotoxin.
• Agonizer: An elastic, electrified lash, which buries into the flesh of those it contacts and overstimulates their pain receptors.
• Nightfang: Lotan's personal blade, a chaotic relic forged from the bones of demons. Its touch envenerates flesh on contact, causing debilitating and necrotic wounds.

Airship: The flagship of Lotan's fleet and his most prized vessel is the Forever Worm, a lost relic of an Astoriel battleship. Blisteringly fast and armed with potent Darklight weapons, its true strength lies in its advanced cloaking technology, which can evade a great majority of modern sensors. Lotan's personal craft is Star Vampire, a custom craft capable of breakneck maneuvers and armed with miniaturized Darklight cannons.

Motivation: While Lotan's wealth and power are both immense, he is living on borrowed time. Millennia of exposure to cosmic radiation, several lifetimes' worth of debauchery, and foul and forbidden magics have all taken their toll on his supposedly-immortal body. Only though stealing the life-energy of others does he remain potent; without this vampirism his health would quickly deteriorate and he would perish. As time wears on, it takes more stolen lives to keep him hale and healthy, and Lotan fears the end immensely. For these reasons, he seeks out a cure for his condition, or any other means of keeping his flesh from failing in perpetuity.

Personality: Lotan is considered by some to be more a force of nature than a man. Capricious and imperial, his sights and ambitions often seem to be set beyond the realms of mortals, and his motivations are often difficult to discern. While seemingly stoic and inscrutable, this is a veneer over his burning ambition and sharp cunning. Lotan projects a dignified charisma, with the silent majesty of a dark idol and passionate fury of a warlord all at once. In most pursuits he is vicious and unshakable, with the tenacity of a starving hound. He delights in dark decadence and long-planned revenge, and no values higher than his own freedom and personal power.

Flaws:

• Cursed Flesh: Lotan's body is failing, slowly yet surely, and the end can only be staved off by sucking away the life of others.
• Outlaw: A legendary villain, Lotan has a tremendous bounty in every government that has heard of him, and numerous other criminals (many among them his own underlings) wish to see him dead.
• Villainous: Trusting no one and trusted by no one, Lotan leads a difficult and solitary existence. Amorality, vengeance, and paranoia rule his daily life, and not all of the knives he perceives pointed at his back may be real.
• Debauched: Lotan has... peculiar tastes. Centuries of hedonism have driven him to extremes of decadence and debauchery.
• Eye on the Prize: He has a hard time seeing things to his right.

Bio: Long, long ago, the man who would become known as the Black Dragon was born a slave on a pirate galleon. His ancestor had been an outcast noble among a lesser Svariel principality, and so his entire lineage was condemned to servitude. Lotan was born and raised on a slaver-vessel, and from a young age he was brought up as a slave-soldier. Vicious naval combat and near-suicidal boarding actions were his life from early adolescence onward, and his skills were honed to a razor-edge so he could as much as stay alive. When not raiding other vessels for wealth, his pirate masters forced him to fight his fellow slaves in brutal gladiatorial combat for their amusement. Even at a young age, a fire of ambition and malevolence burned in Lotan, and he planned his revenge.

He conspired with his fellow slaves over the course of years, mapping out their ship and the habits of their masters to plot out their revolt. When the fated hour came, many of the slaves faltered and betrayed their fellows to their masters. The revolt would have been a failure, with Lotan slain at the hands of a horde of turncoats, had he not Exalted at that moment, and driven the revolt forward with his own sheer strength. While the fighting was vicious and cost him his right eye, Lotan eventually won his freedom with a sword's edge.

For many years after he wandered Elysia, frequently as a pirate himself, or some other manner of sellsword. He sold his services to many crews and unscrupulous governments, and often enough ran afoul of the law and served time in some brig or prison before eventually springing loose. All the while he accumulated experience, wealth, contacts and power, and slowly ascended as a mighty pirate lord of his own right. All the while, he pursued a peculiar interest in empires that had fallen under the demonic sway, and the forbidden magics they practiced. This "void magic," which controlled such matters as dark energy and the mind often gave him an edge over his competitors, to say nothing of his latent power as an Exalt.

Lotan's true ascension came after centuries of piracy, as he set his sights on become the most powerful pirate lord of all; a king among kings. The mightiest pirates of the age had formed a triumvirate alliance, and Lotan sought their deaths. By cutting deals throughout the noble court, Lotan was able to infiltrate and abduct the crown prince of a mighty empire of the age, and framed the trio of pirate lords for the crime. The empire went to war over the slight, and the battle between them and the pirate lords was apocalyptic in scale. Once it had ended, all of his rivals were dead, and the empire's military had been crippled. Lotan struck then, consolidating the remaining power of the the pirate lords under his own banner, the warband then forth known as the Void Dragons, and plundered the territory of the weakened empire freely. This masterstroke cemented his status as a king of the underworld for centuries to come, and his infamy and power have only grown since that momentous ascension.

Extra Info: Lotan is sometimes accompanied by a bound Devil called Whisper of N'Zoth (often shortened to Whisper). A diminutive creature that often rides upon his shoulder, Whisper is a font of dark knowledge and terrible secrets. As its name implies, it often whispers to Lotan, telling him of methods of furthering his pursuit of void magics, or locations of relics and loci of power. These have been lies as often as not, as it seeks Lotan's death to release itself, but cannot act directly against him by the nature of its binding. Its true form is allegedly horrific and powerful, but none but Lotan have beheld it.

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KYON

THE WARHOUND

Name: Kyon

Sex: Male

Place of Origin: Kothar

Appearance: Kyon is a towering brute of a man, standing well over two meters tall, with a dense, muscular body that weighs nearly twenty stone. Kyon's body is of a sturdy musculature, bronze skin, and coarse, dark hair. An extensive network of scars cover both his form and his face, lining his body with countless dark fissures. His features are rough and square, as though hewn from stone, and a particularly brutal scar along his jawline pulls his mouth into a near-constant sneer. Dark eyes peer out from deep, tired sockets, and while alert and predatory, they take on a true fire when Kyon is in battle. He keeps his hair- turned grey at the edges prematurely- cropped short, and does his best to stay clean-shaven. His dress sense is utterly utilitarian; riding leathers and sandals, save for the ring of tarnished silver he wears on the smallest finger of his left hand.

Psyche: Kyon is regarded by many as a hard man; a hard man to know, and a harder man to like. Stoic and introspective, he emotes little and says even less. When he does speak, he is utterly blunt- vitriolic, even. He is generally a man without artifice, with little patience for deception or decorum. He is pragmatic by nature, not prideful in the least, and while uneducated, possesses a particular low cunning. He is not without virtue, however, as he possesses a fierce and protective sense of loyalty (to those that manage to earn it), and detests slavers, rapers, liars, cravens, and others that prey upon the weak and vulnerable. His sense of personal honor extends to a general disgust for witches and monsters as a whole, and takes quiet satisfaction in their killing. In battle, he can seem to many like a different man, as what was originally his stony exterior explodes into a howling battle-fury, stopped usually when there is no more blood left to spill. In battle does his sheer willpower show through best, as he is as bendable as a mountain, often pushing well past the point where his body has failed and broken.

Skills: Kyon is an experienced and skilled soldier, a veteran of dozens of battles, and many more duels or common brawls. His command of the blade is admirable, as is his brutal efficiency with his bare hands. A mercenary by trade, he is generally self-sufficient, more than capable of hunting, camping, fishing, cooking, arms and armor maintenance, rough field medicine, and general navigation, and has some experience in horsemanship and bartering. Quite notable is Kyon's sheer physicality: stronger even than his size and musculature would suggest, and with perseverance that outstrips just about any man he's ever met.

Equipment: Kyon travels light, with a knapsack full of generally-useful supplies and tools for traveling on the road, and an iron hatchet. His armor is light, consisting of an unpainted bronze breastplate, greaves, gauntlets, and helmet. His primary weapon is a broad cavalry-blade, a meter and a half in length, meant for unhorsing riders at a distance; Kyon swings the blade around as though it were no heavier than an arming sword.

Bio: The origins of the man known as Kyon are hazy. His earliest memories are of his childhood in the war-camps of one of Kothar's many slave legions. His parentage is utterly unknown to him; he supposes he was some sort of war-orphan taken in by the slaves- possibly of the Baccum, given his monstrous size. Regardless, he was raised as a slave in his earliest memories, living on scraps, and silently enduring beatings and other brutality at the hands of masters and elder slaves alike. For this, the child was called "Kyon" by the other slaves, a crude name meant to evoke the scavenging gutter-dog he so resembled.

Pity was taken on Kyon by one of the oldest slaves, an elderly veteran known as Arcturus the Grey Wolf. In another life, Arcturus had been known as Arcturus Lupercalia, the Wolf Knight: a heroic kestaphos of Mennon, and a descendant of the mythic barbarian queen Regina Lupercalia, the She-Wolf. Captured in one of Mennon's many skirmishes with Kothar, he was prized as a trophy for some time, spent years in gladiatorial arenas, and was eventually sent to fight his own people as a slave-soldier. Knowing that Kyon had never known a life outside of suffering and slavery, Arcturus took the boy under his wing and taught him the sword. His training was brutal, but Kyon took to it, growing into a formidable warrior by the time he could grow his first chin-hairs.

Kyon fought alongside the other slave-soldiers for some years, cutting his teeth on the vicious and dangerous battles that the slave legions were marched into like so much fodder. It took particular prowess and determination to survive where their Kotharan masters dared not send their professional soldiers, and while Kyon was tested, he persevered. As this continued, he, Arcturus, and the other slaves plotted violent rebellion against their masters, which they enacted at their earliest opportunity. The slave rebellion was quick and bloody, and while it claimed the life of Arcturus, the man Kyon had come to regard as a father, he had won his freedom, and set off into the world.

Knowing no other trade but warfare, Kyon sold his services as a mercenary. In this field he gained a considerable reputation; a vicious warrior with the strength of ten men, some claimed. He could walk into a melee and slay a hundred men on his own, claimed others. Kyon paid little attention to rumors, focusing on honing his skills and finding his next battlefield. In time he was followed by a particular sobriquet: the War Hound. Kyon did not mind this, as it mostly replaced a different, humiliating designation that had also begun to built around him: the Slave Knight.

As years and battles wore on, Kyon's skill grew, and so did his scars. Not merely scars on his body, but on his soul. The loss of Arcturus was merely the first of many. He lost so much in those first few years. Comrades, friends, brothers, even lovers, all turned to ash in the fires of war. He grew cold, retreating to the silent perseverance that had kept him as a child. Kyon did not trust himself to feel anything beyond the rage of battle, fearing no man but he that called him friend.

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John Jones

Player Name:
Dead Cruiser

Primary Character:
"Martian Manhunter" (Not his superhero identity, merely the inspiration character.)

Secret Identity:
Jonathan "Jay" Jones

Status:
Titan

Age:
17 (Years spent on Earth)

City:
San Fransisco

Day Job:
Student

Powers:
Jay has numerous abilities, nearly all of which are tied into his extraterrestrial physiology. A shapeshifter, Jay has complete control over his own physiology, and it is malleable enough to assume the form of nearly any biological substance or construct. Utterly adaptable, Jay can reform himself to have the musculature needed to fight fist-to-fist with a Kryptonian, armor harder than diamonds, and can even alter himself to be able to fly or become completely invisible and intangible. Naturally, this makes Jay exceptionally difficult to wound, as he can merely shapeshift to regenerate even grievous injuries. Any form that requires an increase in mass forces Jay to consume the required elements from his environment. However, Jay's control over these powers is limited at best, as anything more drastic than a moderate change of certain body parts he cannot perform willingly. He might take on more drastic changes in times of duress, or out of reflex, but as a whole most of them seem "locked away" to him. His "base form" is that of a human with moderately superhuman physiology, and an advanced regenerative ability.

Rather than the measly human five, Jay has no less than nine senses, all of which are tuned beyond that which a human is capable of. Even his sight, common enough to humans, can see across various wavelength of the electromagnetic spectrum. His more esoteric senses are tuned to his psychic abilities, which are prodigious. Jay is an advanced telepath, capable of reading minds and detecting thoughts, as well as communicating mentally, and manipulating the minds of others in various ways, such as illusions and false memories. In addition, he can create powerful mental barriers for both himself and others, protecting against similar psychic attacks. These are merely the abilities that he has the most reliable access to, as more advanced powers seem similar "locked." Given the malleability of his body, "brain matter" is an irrelevant concept, therefore making every cell of his body a psychic resonator, and suggesting that his powers have the potential to increase in magnitude dramatically. He is also a telekine, capable of creating very basic telekinetic blasts and shields, though again their potential power seems artificially limited.

Weaknesses:
Jay is highly sensitive to extreme heat, generally that produced by a fire or greater. If his flesh is exposed to it, he loses control of the biochemical bonds that allow him to shapeshift, literally melting him until his component parts recover from the shock of the heat, which could take minutes to hours depending on exposure.

Skills:
Jay has a number of niche talents and hobbies, such as playing the bass guitar, DIY tailoring, and extensive knowledge of cultural topics (video games, music and comics in particular) from the mid-80s to late 90s. That aside, he can be surprisingly charismatic when in the company of other "misfits and outcasts," and is adept at thinking on his feet in stressful situations.

Appearance:
Jay stands a bit over six feet tall, and has a wiry, muscular build. His features are somewhat heavy and brutish, giving him a visage resembling a bulldog. His eye and hair color vary depending on his mood, but they are usually some bright, outlandish color somewhere in the spectrum between blue, purple or pink. His hair is worn in an undercut that is sometimes styled into a tall, spiky mohawk, and he typically dresses in degraded and distressed leathers and denims, usually black and adorned with badges and slogans typical of the punk subculture, as well as various rings, chains and wristbands. When operating in his "superhero" persona, he will accessorize with such items as ornamental goggles or gas masks.

BRIEF Bio:
Jonathan Jones, who prefers to go by the nickname of "Jay," was taken in as a foundling by an orphanage in Southern California. Given the lack of identification with him, the orphanage gave him his alliterative name based on the month he was found in, January. For much of his infancy and early childhood, Jay was a sickly child, prone to infections and seizures. While his health seemed to level out by the time he was about eight, he was still an outcast among the other children, who avoided him based on his strange aura and mannerisms. Jay had a lonely adolescence, drifting between whatever foster homes would take him in, and grew into niche interests and social groups in a desire for belonging.

As he aged, though, he superhuman abilities began to make themselves known. His body would transform seemingly at random times, or he would be suddenly plagued by the deluge of thoughts surrounding him. These made him continue to act out, isolating himself, and reacting violently to forced socialization. While he has generally grasped him powers at this point, by his late teens the damage had been done, and the only social group that would accept him were fringe outcasts and petty criminals. While robbing a convenience store with some of his "friends," Jay was caught, and due to an outburst of his powers, he hospitalized a police officer. He was detained as a super-criminal, and was about to be sentenced and imprisoned as such, until the intervention of Batman. After reviewing his files and determining that his potential was enormous, Batman offered to vouch for him and keep him out of prison, as long as he joined the Titans. Seeing little choice, Jay has done so, though approaches the concept of superheroism with great suspicion and trepidation.

Supporting Characters:
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Secondary Character:
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Additional Notes:
While Batman is reasonably sure that Jay is some sort of alien, bases on genetic testing that he (begrudgingly) consented to, there is still no idea what his origins are. Human DNA markers were found among his incredibly complex genetic code, which combined with his extremely convincing human "disguise" (Jay passes for human even under an MRI), Batman theorizes that Jay is some sort of "infiltrator" organism meant to pass as a human. To what end, he can only guess.

Even as advanced as Jay's human form is, he is still adapting to Earth's biochemicals, and sometimes has strange reactions to common substances. For instance, he has developed an addictive reaction to chocolate, the formula in Oreo-brand chocolate cookies in particular.

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-Name: Leonard August Winfield

-Gender: Male

-Type: Fishman

-Appearance: Leonard's profound ugliness is at once striking as well as repulsive. While he is a tall and strongly-built man with long limbs and broad shoulders, he stands with a hunch, his gait seems clumsy and unnatural, and his posture suggests a distinct unease. He has a greenish, sickly complexion, and is bald as an egg, with no eyebrows nor beard stubble. The structure of his face suggests deformity, with cheekbones too low, a pinched forehead, and a sunken brow. He has barely any chin to speak of, and thick wattles of flesh hang from his neck. His nose is flat and broad, his ears are small and close against his head, and his bulging eyes are spaced too far apart.

These however, are Leonard's most human-like qualities. His eyes are unblinking, oversized globes the color of milk. Rows of small, sharp teeth line his gums, jutting at odd angles, and his thin-lipped mouth seems to stretch too wide and open at too severe an angle. The digits of his fingers are at odd lengths, with his forefinger longer than his middle, and black claws tip them rather than nails. Leonard is repugnant to smell as well as to behold; he exudes a heady musk of fish, salt, and rot, like a wharf after an autumnal storm. His flesh is slick to the touch, as he constantly perspires a foul, viscous mucous.

Leonard's presence is offensive even to the higher senses of the spiritual and the supernatural. An aura of wrongness surrounds him, and his soul is a sick and tepid thing, a perverse hybrid born in defiance of natural law. Mortal men find him difficult to look upon for long, and even most animals find him repellent.

In ironic contrast to his hideous nature, Leonard is a notably sharp dresser. He is scarcely seen outside of a three-piece suit, and typically dons a tailed overcoat and hat when out of doors. He frequently walks with a cane, which is not a necessity as much as a cover for his strange gait. Dark spectacles hide his other notably inhuman feature when in company of mortals and the mundane, and his other deformities typically go unnoticed as humans generally avoid examining him closely.

-Age: While his sagging flesh and strange features make his "apparent" age difficult to gauge, Leonard claims to be 133 years old, approximately.

-Powers/Traits: While Leonard's precise species cannot be ascertained, it is obvious to even the casual observer that he is some manner of amphibious piscine humanoid. He possesses gills for breathing water in addition to lungs for air, and his body is covered in equal measure by rubbery skin and thick scales. His strength and endurance both exceed that of a human being, though he is not as physically powerful as the common werewolf. Obviously adapted for water, Leonard seems best suited to the freezing temperature, crushing pressure, and pitch-darkness of the deep ocean. Leonard can swim for long leagues, see, hear, and smell with clarity underwater, and can easily outrace a human in water, though he is not nearly as fast as most boats or predatory fish.

Beyond the obvious features of his physiology, Leonard displays more unusual characteristics. His biology is, to phrase it delicately, malleable to some extent. By his will he can subtly alter his own anatomy to better suit his needs. Scales may retreat and become smooth skin, fins may retract, and his cartilaginous skeleton may warp to suggest features such as a nose or ears. This manner of shape-shifting is how he can take on a human-adjacent appearance, while his "natural" form resembles some blasphemous fish-frog. He is capable of other minor permutations and transformations, such as creating a long, prehensile tongue, or altering his moisture-retaining mucous to become toxic and caustic. Leonard's anatomical plasticity lends itself toward a prodigious regenerative ability, which allows him to recover fully from the most grievous of wounds, even capable of regrowing lost limbs.

While the abilities inherent to Leonard's flesh are intriguing, he seems to additionally possess some form of extrasensory perception. Much like the echolocation present in marine mammals or electroperception present in some fish, Leonard can detect the psychic presence of other creatures. This perception extends for some thirty meters around him, growing weaker further out, and can precisely track the location of most entities, even through walls and other barriers. Some mild empathic ability is associated with this, as he can sense base emotions such as hunger, anger, pain, or rage, and detect the presence of supernatural influence. Leonard can notably detect dead or incorporeal conscious presences such as vampires or ghosts without difficulty. With significant mental concentration, Leonard can release a psychic "burst" at close range that can temporarily stun or disorient those affected by it, but this appears to be the full extent to which his abilities can be projected outward.

-Background: On 18 November, 2015 the Japanese fishing vessel Kawatora caught an abnormal specimen in their nets in the south Pacific Ocean. The creature, described by the fishermen as a "fish-man," was initially aggressive when pulled aboard, but was subdued with an emergency firearm and placed in a storage tank below-decks. The fishermen intended to sell the creature to a museum upon returning to Yaezu, but their communications were intercepted by a local Bain & Hoyle affiliate who retrieved the specimen at their port of call, and had the incident covered up.

The specimen was tranquilized and transported to B&H headquarters in London for study, under the code-name "Sandy." Kept in a large saltwater tank for study, Sandy was initially aggressive to researchers, and displayed symptoms of pressure sickness and photo-sensitivity. Once accommodations were made Sandy's aggression quickly dissipated and became more tolerant of researchers near its tank, but displayed no signs of human-level intelligence for the first six months of its captivity. However, Sandy first began to display an unprecedented level of humanoid behavior as a night watchman described its alleged preference for specific music and radio programs. A week later, Sandy began to tap a particular rhythm against its tank, which was identified to be a show tune from the 1902 Broadway musical The Silver Slipper. The following day, researchers relieving the night watchman of his duties found that Sandy had scratched the phrase "RED SOX" into the glass of its tank, letters mirrored so they could be read from the outside.

Sandy was given speech therapy for three weeks, before researchers determined that it could speak English. Allowed to emerge into the feeding chamber attached to its tank, Sandy was able to identify itself as Leonard August Winfield, an American man born in 1885. Over the course of several more weeks, continued interviews with Mr. Winfield determined that he was born in British Guiana to colonial aristocrats, and emigrated to the United States in his childhood. He attended medical school at Harvard, and served as a Naval Surgeon with the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the first World War. His recollections seemed to halt around that point, and he suggested that he had been transformed into his current state roughly eighty years ago, and had spent the intervening time in the deep sea. Dr. Winfield's following interviews were focused on reintegrating him to life on land, human society, and the changes that had occurred over the near-century he spent in the ocean.

Offered employment by Bain & Hoyle to aid in his rehabilitation, he was transferred to his requested location in Boston. His adaptation to both the world of the supernatural as well as the 21st century has progressed smoothly, and Dr. Winfield has proved to be an intelligent and resourceful operative. While his rehabilitation is still ongoing, he spends his time assisting the Boston branch with whatever services he can provide, as well as actively studying to reattain his medical license.

Immortal Odyssey (High Fantasy and Worldbuilding)

I think I already have some decent ideas for a character. Perhaps a minor High Elf noble that now owes a debt to the NAC after enlisting their services to help extradite himself after a regime change?

Immortal Odyssey (High Fantasy and Worldbuilding)

I'd like to know more about thr characters we'd be playing, but this does seem interesting.

Add ignore/block functionality.

I've tried bringing up similar features on this site. Twice. Mods don't want to do it.

The Hunter's Club

Seishiro merely stared back at Sorano as she eyed him, and then gestured to his seatbelt. He sighed, reaching over and clicking it on. He wasn't used to city driving, and genuinely forgot about it. He didn't like being bossed around, but he also genuinely didn't want to be late. Despite her veneer of diligence, she was starting to give him the impression that she would be vindictive if he didn't bow to her orders. That would be time-consuming. In any case, if they got into a crash, he would probably be the only one to live out of the three of them.

"Clock's ticking," he grumbled, "Goddamn youkai are gonna already be dead by the time we get there."