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Character Crossover Crisis City

Sorin

Seeing his mighty demon collide with and bring down the dragon at last, Sorin felt a mix of quiet pleasure and exhaustion. Though the latter was most certainly encroaching on the former at a rapid pace. Sustaining such a massive summon was draining him quickly, and he soon found himself collapsed to his knees. However, as the confirmation of victory was shown before his eyes, he released his grasp on Withengar, allowing the demon to dissipate.

Before his consciousness entirely slipped, however, he was forced into yet another crude mockery of Planeswalking, and found himself in an armory of sorts. As they reemerged, he found himself feeling quite refreshed, with his wounds gone as though they had never been there. Even his armor had been restored to pristine condition. Finally, a touch of civility. Though the contents of the armory put a damper on that thought. Bits of both "dragons" they had slain were strewn about, altered to form weapons. As some intrusive exposition explained, these were apparently their rewards for having slain the beasts. Sorin was unimpressed. He would prefer his own sword over any of these tacky pieces of corpse any day. It was likely twice as powerful and a tenth as burdensome.

It seemed that the blond fool in the red coat was yet again making a nuisance of himself by forcing his suicidal pacifism onto others. Sorin found himself irked by the constant bickering more than anything else, and so he thought for a brief moment on how to shut him up. Thinking of something to perplex him with in hopes that he would keep to himself in the future, Sorin grinned evilly, his fangs showing through his smile.

"Listen for just a moment, would you?" He approached the man, still smiling. "If perchance, there was an individual in an usual situation; for them to live they must take the lives of others. They could only sustain themselves by stealing life. Would you stop them, and have that individual perish? Would that not make you their killer?" His eyes narrowed, burning like golden tourmaline. "Something to think on. It is not a question many can answer, and is often more complex than most believe."

Kavinsky

Meanwhile, another man slowly rose up off the floor. Hair like blue steel shook as he tried to rouse himself from his delirium, still not quite sure what was going on. His stony complexion was just barely detectable in the low light of the armory, but the burning red eyes behind his vintage Wayfarers were visible plain as day. Still, a befuddled expression ruled his features as he slowly raised himself back into his feet. Studded leather gloves, a bright red letterman jacket, tight jeans and authentic Dunks gave him a strange, anachronistic look when compared to the others present; as though he had just been ripped out of a John Hughes film.

"Holy crap," He muttered to himself, "I don't think I've been this drunk before in my life. First I dream I'm gettin' chased by dinosaurs 'n shit, now I'm hallucinating a room full of weirdos." His vision apparently leveling out, he eyed the others in the room cautiously. "What a trip."

Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

The briefing left Hideo rather confused. Why Germany of all places? The country had been a non-aggressor for over fifty years, and had only really profited from doing so. As the economic center of the European Union, it was effectively the most economically influential country in the world. None of this made sense, honestly. Hideo remembered the short-lived days that Germany had been an ally to his people, and their grasping attempts at embracing the supernatural for their war effort. The Thule Society failed to produce timely results, unlike the forces that Hideo's Emperor had managed to produce, and as such the supernatural forces of Germany had been left mostly alone. Perhaps this was merely the result of such ignorant mercies? A haunting remnant of the past reemerging? There was something greater than a mere grab for power at play here, he knew it. However, his place was not to investigate or question. His place was to kill. And he would do so, in due time.

"Hell Hounds," He announced, rising from his seat and holding his envelope aloft for all to see. "Briefing room in thirty minutes."

Hideo left the room promptly, not waiting for a response. The elevator was then taken back down the the subterranean portion of the Tower, where the Hell Hounds kept the majority of their equipment and facilities. All the while, he looked over the note that he had been given. Quite scarce information, this was barely enough to form any sort of strategy. He assumed the Hounds were working with limited information sources, but this was simply inadequate. He would have to do a great deal of research before their mission began if he would be able to organize a successful operation.

Soon enough arriving the the briefing room well ahead of the others, Hideo continued to brainstorm ideas for this mission. He tried to think if he recognized any of the other code-names that had been read aloud. Honestly, he had no idea who any of those people were, or what they could do. The fresh blood always looked the same to him, and considering that most of them were barely around for a decade, he really couldn't be damned to learn anything about them. Surely that would be helpful in organizing a plan of action, but he would have to make due for now.

★Two Sides of the End☆ (Modern Fantasy/Academy RP)

Very interested. I'm interested in how far we can push the "Divine Spirits" in regards to what can be considered one. Clearly, both mythic and historical figures can be used, but could literary characters interpreted as either of the former be used?

Character Crossover Crisis City

Alright, after agonizing about it for ages, I finally posted my second character. As you might understand, it's one actually quite near and dear to my heart.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Name: Kavinsky (formerly Vincent Belorgey)

Universe: OutRun (Concept Album)

Appearance: "I'm giving you a nightcall to tell you how I feel."

Personality: Kavinsky's personality has barely changed from when he was alive. Rash, impulsive and somewhat immature, he spends his days as he pleases, filling them with visceral pleasures and distractions. Drinking, fighting and driving fast are all that matter to him anymore, and while he tries to convince himself that it's all he needs, he can't help but long for something more. With a short temper, a flare for the dramatic and the insistent idea that he's some kind of hero, Kavinsky inevitably ends up in all kinds of trouble; be it with the police, street thugs or the supernatural. For as much as he is a reckless wastrel, he still knows justice in his heart, and can't sit idly by when he knows that something is wrong. Maybe he'll become the hero he thinks he is someday, but he has a lot of growing up to do before he gets to that point.

Powers/Skills: As a zombie, Kavinsky finds that he has a number of physical advantages. He's quite strong, easily able to lift a man up off his feet with one hand, and very resistant to harm, though not impervious. He doesn't eat, sleep or breathe, but he's still susceptible to poison or other maladies. The power of the storm that killed him seems to be infused into his body, driving his heart to beat and giving him superhuman vitality. If he can gather enough strength, he can release an electric shock powerful enough to knock a person unconscious immediately, or infuse himself with inhuman speed and power. It's also worth noting that, as they are now one and the same, Kavinsky can summon the Testarossa as he pleases and gain access to its unique properties. As far as mundane abilities go, Kavinsky is a decent street-fighter, a capable driver, and is damned good at retro video games.

Brief Bio: A normal Californian teenager like any other, Vincent Belorgey (nicknamed "Vin," "Vinko," and "Kavinsky" by his friends) was the sort of young man you could find anywhere in the year 1986. He played football (though he was really more of a waterboy), read comic books, hung out at the arcade, worked a job as a valet parker and was going steady with the most beautiful girl in the school. Things were going well for him, until one day temptation led to his doom. Parking fancy cars for rich people at the hotel he worked at one night as usual, a particular set of keys was handed to him. The car he was to park happened to be his favorite in the world, a 1984 Ferrari Testarossa. He had dreamed of driving that car, and often fantasized about it while playing racing games at the arcade. Deciding to take his dream car for a joyride, he called his girlfriend to invite her along. She knew that this was a bad idea and warned him against it, but Vincent thought nothing of it and went along with his impulsive idea.

Racing along the Pacific Coast Highway at night, Vincent was having the time of his life. However, a freak coastal storm set in without warning, and he soon found that he could barely control the high-performance car at such reckless speeds. The car soon veered off of the road and through the guard rail, flying out into the pacific ocean. Just before the car struck the water, a lightning bolt struck it, infusing the wreck with a strange power. Vincent was killed on impact, and the car was totaled. The mass of blood, flame and twisted metal was retrieved from the coast, and the funeral was held closed-casket. That was the end of the boy named Vincent Belorgey. But it was not the end of Kavinsky.

Twenty years passed, and Kavinsky emerged from his grave, resurrected by some unknown force. He emerged into an unfamiliar world, one that he had been long forgotten by. Kavinsky found that his soul had been bound to the car that he had died in, and it was now as much a part of him as his own unliving flesh. After an unsuccessful attempt at returning to the life he lost, Kavinsky now wanders the open roads, raising hell wherever he goes. With no home to return to, he searches for a purpose, a reason for him to have come back to life.

Equipment: Kavinsky's soul has been fused with the spirit of a 1984 Ferrari Testarossa, allowing him to summon this "ghost car" at any time. Far more than a normal car, the Testarossa is as undead and unnatural as its master. Capable of supernatural speeds and uncanny handling beyond the reach of an earthly vehicle, the Testarossa can also turn invisible and intangible, as one would expect from the ghost of a car.

Others: "There's something inside you... It's hard to explain."

Wing Saga [Interest Check]

I hope this gets put up soon; I have an idea for a mostly-human faction of sorcerers.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Hmm, it would seem that the character I was most strongly considering would be absurdly overpowered compared to the rest of the cast. I hadn't realized this at first, but after revisiting the source material, it seems that she gets up to some serious bullshit. I guess this thing sort of happens when you're a parody of a shounen manga protagonist.

Though, granted, I may still play her, but with her abilities strongly understated.

Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

Deep within the bowels of the Tower, a demon stirred into consciousness. The announcement over the speaker that had been placed in his living quarters awoke him quite suddenly, and he growled in irritation as he rose within the darkened room. Did they have any idea what time it was? Stretching his limbs and smacking his lips tiredly, he found that his mouth tasted of blood. What was he doing last night? Eventually his senses recognized the sound of labored breathing next to his futon, and he remembered the girl. A really pathetic specimen, pulled off of a street corner after having an unfortunate encounter with a few of London's more normal vampires. She had escaped unharmed, but that was before the Hounds got to her. Unfit for service, she was thrown into the pit of the same sort of beast that had damned her. Her breathing was shallow and her pulse faint, but she was still alive. Good, she would last for another few days at least.

Kawakami Hideo, as he was formerly known, set about cleaning himself up for the apparent meeting that would soon take place. He showered, brushed his teeth and examined his face in mirror, all without turning on the lights. To any mortal, the room was pitch black, but he could see fine, and preferred to keep his quarters with way. Gave him an advantage against intruders, he figured. He idly considered shaving, but then decided that he didn't care enough. A black suit, no tie, collar open, black shoes, gold watch, gold cufflinks, this would do. Running a hand through his long, thick hair, he brushed it back behind his ears and out of his face. There, that would suffice. Even if he didn't care how he looked, the organization wanted him to maintain a certain image. An image of what, he wasn't entirely sure, but he met their standards all the same.

He emerged from his small quarters, locking it behind him biometrically, and entered the dimly-lit hallway outside of it. The Tower was like a termite nest; sure it went high up, but it went underground just as deep, and that's where everything important was kept. The conference room was a fairly long elevator ride up, and so the vampire had plenty of time to curse his employers for demanding that he attend a meeting during the hours of day. Even when he wasn't exposed to sunlight, he felt kind of sluggish when he knew the sun was out. Possibly in a supernatural sense, but mostly in a damned tired sense. Luckily, the conference room was in the heart of the building, and thus lacked windows. His foot slipped a bit as he stepped out into the hall from the elevator. Was that sand? He had a feeling he knew who he was about to run into.

The conference room was full of the usual assortment of varying degrees of freak. Some were normal, in a purely scientific sense, and others you had to know their smell to understand that they weren't human. Others, like the sandy snake-man that Hideo was loathe to deal with, were quite obvious. Many unfamiliar faces; Hideo may have met some of them, but he sure as hell didn't remember them. Regardless, he was eager for this company-wide meeting to get over and done with. He seated himself at the table, choosing a chair at random, and slouched down in it, trying to rest his weary eyes.

Character Crossover Crisis City

The next challenge will probably influence my second character choice. I'm weighing a couple of options, but my most favorable ones seem to be overpowered, underpowered and too similar to another character, respectively.

Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

I figure we've got enough to start, eh?