Genkai

Surviving the Struggle

It seems like @Aphelion is dealing with something offline so we'll get started. They can post their edited CS in the tab when they've got a moment. In the meantime, my two sheets will remain here (in this post) until that happens. In the meantime I'm gonna spend tonight working on the intro and getting it up. I'll also get off my lazy ass and work on fleshing out the information like I said I would. ^^;

I will be taking up a male and female to round off the last two slots, these will be edited shortly to reflect such.

EDIT - I'm feeling pretty tired guys, I'll have to hop online earlier tomorrow (hard to get on when my 1x1s are at a standstill, will be easier to find motivation once I get this moving) and get my intro up and finish fleshing out the locations. I at least got my characters done as well as started on the quests and made a shitty map with Paint. Urgh. >__>

Roleplayer Sheet

Your Timezone: Pacific.

Your Frequency: Fridays-Sundays should be doable. I like to snag days when I can stay online for several hours and work on posts without dealing with other obligations.

Your Real Life Obligations:

I have college Monday evenings. Tuesday and and Thursday afternoons and evenings. I don't work but I am looking to get a possible part-time job or take on little jobs in the area like pet sitting or plant watering.

Your Favorite tv show or book series:

Right now I gotta say: Mr. Robot, Orphan Black and BoJack Horseman.

Character Sheet

Name: Devon Withers

Age: 24

Hometown: Brecilian Forest

Race: Human

Class: Potion Maker

Weapon: Wooden Staff (non-magical)

Personality:

+ Charismatic

- Impulsive

+ Inviting

- Egotistical

+ Insightful

Personal Artifacts:

A glass vile with his dog's ashes inside. It's roughly four inches tall and slim with a black wooden cork. It was last seen in the Viridian Forest, about two years ago.

A pair of red hard leather boots, with black laces. They were the first article of clothing he made for himself. They were last seen in Redcliffe Village's Tavern when he was staying the night. He suspects someone stole them about five years ago.

Fears:

Dying.

Dreams:

To create his very own potion.

And to explore more forests and woods.

History:

Under the tutelage of his parents, from a young age, Devon quickly grasped the complexity of potion making as well as bartering. He was born and raised in the Brecilian Forest in a small village which was shared with a colony of Dalish Elves. Devon learned to work alongside the folk and in turn, they taught him how to create more potent concoctions. Devon's parents were active people who hunted for the village while Devon ran errands for the older people who weren't as active.

His mubari hound was a gift for him when he turned 15 and was told to leave home to see more of the Olivine Kingdom and its offerings. Devon parted ways with his family and friends and traveled with his dog. For over a year, the pair stayed safe while expanding their horizons. One night a pack of wild pokemon attacked the pair and killed the dog. Devon survived the fight and made his way to Redcliffe Village and that's when he lost his boots. For the next month, he did little travel and stayed in the "Thieving Town" to make enough money to buy new shoes. Finally able to leave, the 17 year old went back to making potions for all sorts of folks, both good and bad.

While romping around the Korcari Wilds, the 18 year old came across a unique pokemon helping others. Devon, rather curious and impressed, approached the Vileplume. She was unsettled by the human's presence but Devon then showed her that he too, liked looking after others. The pair eventually grew to trust one another and she became his new companion for travel. He went back home for the first time since leaving home, and his parents were proud of the skills he had honed. He stayed for a long time but then went back to traveling after a year. Just after he turned the age of 24, while in Floaroma Town, he went to a show and there, he met a Mauve Warden who said they were recruiting.

Devon happily offered his services and was eager to see even more of Ferelden, as well as use his talents, as amazing as they had become.

Appearance: Link here

Pokemon Sheet

Pokemon: Vileplume

Gender: Female

Encountered: In The Korcari Wilds.

Disposition:

+ Observant

- Timid

+ Helpful

Assistance:

She is able to help Devon with poisonous potions and other damaging liquids that can harm an enemy. She is also able to put close range targets to sleep if they're in pain and need to be healed. Vileplume is also able to help collect leaves in order to hide a party of people from approaching enemies, as well as use a special aroma to throw people off their track. Sadly, she is a little weak and sensitive and often needs to look to her Master for approval. She is fond of tranquility and trusts the judgement of Devon.

Appearance: Link here

- - -

Name: Sasha Estute

Age: 28

Hometown: Highever

Race: Human

Class: Scholar

Weapon: Wooden Staff (non-magical)

Personality:

+ Innovative

- Blunt

+ Responsible

- Critical

+ Knowledgeable

Personal Artifacts:

A faded tan leather bound journal. Inside were sketches of the rock pokemon she observed when she was looking for her partner. It was the first documentation of her meeting her Onix, it was last seen in Haven.

Fears:

Darkness.

Deep water.

Dreams:

To preserve history and ensure their future is not a copy of itself.

History:

Having been born in to an upperclass family with distant ties to the throne, Sasha's upbringing was delightful. She was able to get a formal education and develop a thirst for knowledge. She has a twin brother who went on to become a Knight while she decided to travel to other libraries in the Goldenrod Kingdom. The teenager was escorted when she went from city to city and found it rather tiring and unnecessary. To her, the men could be better spent doing something more noble and so she decided to find a Pokemon that could take the place of a protective guardian which would suit her family's wishes but also enable the youth to have some freedom.

After doing ample research, the girl decided a rock Pokemon would provide her with enough safety but it would also be useful in the years to come. She visited a rock quarry where many lived and she began to study them, trying to pick out the best one to befriend. A male Onix seemed the most social and she ended up cleaning its body since it had become dirty and littered with moss and twigs. This act, she knew would show the wild Pokemon that she was a friend. They became quick companions and with his height, she found she could reach higher bookshelves and trees with fruit.

Sasha continued to travel and record historic information and interview people, as well as document where certain pokemon could be found. When she reached the age of 21, she was told she needed to consider marrying soon. Not being very outgoing, Sasha resisted and said when she visited the other Kingdoms, she would settle down. Her family wasn't happy with her stubbornness but didn't wish to force an arranged marriage. For the next seven years, she taught the children in Highever while writing her own research books. When a Mauve Warden came into town and spoke of needing more help for the Blight, most people brushed claims aside but Sasha knew the truth couldn't be ignored.

The Warden noticed her passion for knowledge and extended an invitation, which she only needed an hour to accept, leaving her home behind with her Onix.

Appearance: Link here

Pokemon Sheet

Pokemon: Onix

Gender: Male

Encountered: On the road between Haven and Highever.

Disposition:

+ Playful

- Rebellious

+ Outgoing

Assistance:

Due to his stature and durability, he's able to shield the party from projectiles. He is also able to help people reach things high up. But due to his size and weight, he is rather slow and hard to conceal during travels. Onix isn't subtle nor delicate and he sometimes has to dig underground in order to later meet up with his Master, Sasha. Onix is prone to getting distracted at times and not watching out where its long tail is, sometimes knocking things or people over and causing injury.

Appearance: Link here

Devilish Whispers in Hell's Kitchen

One of the men who entered, Karen noticed, appeared to be blind.

Was this a joke? A cruel joke?

The blond male asked if she could be uncuffed from the desk and the officer seemed dubious of complying with his request. Karen didn't think she'd be able to overpower anyone and make an escape, so she didn't see what the problem was, unless the officers were under some kind of outside order from someone, someone she worked for. Karen felt even more uneasy and wished she had water or something to settle herself. Of course a stiff drink would have been more effective but right now, she would have settled for a cup of water. The officer asked what Karen was still thinking and this time, the dark haired man responded by saying they were her lawyers, an answer neither her nor the dick of a cop, was expecting. She looked from him to the pair of so-called lawyers, wondering who sent them and if she could even trust them. For all she knew, they were lying.

Thankfully however, the man uncuffed her and left them alone, making Karen believe that maybe the two guys might actually be trying to help her. The blind man introduced himself and as well as his friend as two D.A's and she swallowed. Even though she could be appointed one, as her right, she also knew it wouldn't be free, despite what people assumed. Karen didn't have money to pay for any legal services, even if she needed them desperately. When he asked if they could sit, she gave a bit of a shrug but found it a little futile, giving the mess she was in. They didn't look real experienced so she wasn't easily calming down, even if these two claimed that they could help her. Foggy told Matt they could sit and she sighed softly, trying not to get a little frustrated but given her terrible day, it wasn't easy.

Matt said he thought they could help and then Foggy asked her to recap what had happened. Karen looked at them, still feeling a little bewildered. How was a blind lawyer going to help her out of this mess? Wouldn't he need to look at evidence or something? "I don't...I have any money to be paying for this..." She slowly explained, not sure why she wanted to shoot herself in the foot. Foggy looked to Matt and began to stand up, not wanting their first case to be out of charity, not when they had just gotten an office and would have bills to pay. Sure, Matt didn't need lights be Foggy sure did. Before Foggy could hurry out the door however, his friend stopped him and pointed out they needed clients and that the woman needed help. Foggy refrained from rolling his eyes, not surprised that Matt would want to help such a pretty lady, even if he couldn't see her. "Fine fine." He sat back down and waited, pen ready to take notes.

"I went out last night to have drinks with..." Karen just saw his face, the way it was back in her apartment. "Daniel Fisher. He worked in the um...legal department of um Union Allied. He was a nice guy, I thought he could help me." She said and paused. "I'm a secretary there and I got this weird email with an attachment that outlined a bunch of money in this account. It was clearly an accident so I went to my boss and he just brushed it aside. Something in my gut told me it wasn't...so I thought meeting with Daniel would help shed some light." Karen didn't want to be working for crooks or criminals. "We had some drinks and then I brought it up...he got really spooked and insisted we call it a night. We both went out ans caught different cabs...I don't really remember what happened next but when I woke up, he was in my apartment, dead. I wouldn't have invited him. He has a family." She insisted. "I wouldn't have killed it, he was a nice guy. Someone had to have set me up, you've got to believe me." She begged.

Foggy glanced to Matt, not sure. The story sounded pretty wild, like something out of a movie.

"You think you blacked out?"

"I didn't drink that much, I didn't feel drunk. You have to believe me, I didn't do this. Please."

- - -

Upon entering the so-call establishment, Wilson was met with three men, off to the side, he saw some Russian men and made a mental note to next expand there, for now he had enough on his plate. The three men waved their friends off and Wilson began to discuss the things he needed from them. One thing was physical labor, as well as ensuring that Wilson's orders were distributed properly. As he was beginning to go into the drug business, he wanted to ensure those he relied on were in fact trustworthy and discrete. One thing he learned from his father, was that his name shouldn't be known. The name Wilson Fisk was to remain in the shadows and should anyone utter it, he wanted to make sure fear and according consequences would follow, that's where the muscle of the Italians would also come into play. The three Italians boasted of their services and how they could be very cold blooded if they had the right price on the negotiation table.

For most the informal meeting, Fisk had been giving the men respect but it wasn't being given back and this was becoming very problematic for the large man. He was already considering shifting his view to the Russians. As unruly as they could be, he was sure their mouths wouldn't get them into nearly as much trouble. As Fisk began to say this partnership may not work out as both parties intended, two of the men pulled out guns and Fisk had quick drawn his as well. The two men fired and he returned the fire, shooting one of the armed men in the thigh. He didn't shoot the one without a weapon, that would have been in poor taste. The other man fired and managed to get Fisk as his bodyguards rushed in. It was only a graze along his shoulder but enough to set him off. The man charged at the foolish Italian and landed several punches to the man's head, refusing to let him drop to the floor until he was done with him, keeping a fist tight around the man's collared shirt.

Finally his bodyguards got him away from the man and back in the car.

Fisk began to calm down as one of them looked over his wound.

It was bleeding but it wasn't bad. "My meeting." He said but his men said that they needed to get him to a safe house, as a precaution. Wilson shook his head and asked that James Wesley be taken there as well. Wilson didn't like being rude and he had already shown tardiness, something he was quite against. By the time the car pulled up, the wound had been bandaged but he still needed a change of clothes. Working in a tattered shirt and blazer was unprofessional and Fisk being the man of habit and presentation, hated the idea of meeting with someone when he wasn't as his best. He got out of the car and the man said they'd bring by a fresh suit soon and that the Italians would be dealt with. "Thank you." He said and headed for the safe house. The man could spot guards around the perimeter and moved his hand around to his lower back to make sure his gun was still there. Only a few bullets had been expended, he would be fine if it was needed again.

He entered and looked the door behind him.

"I apologize for the delay and then the...relocation." Wilson said as he saw the man sitting in the living room. The safe house was furnished with modern items, much like how his new apartment had been put together. It made the man feel somewhat at ease. The walls of course, all white and barren. "I had a little altercation with some potential clients and we did not...part of friendly terms." He said as he sat down, still wiping some of the blood from his knuckles. Setting the cloth down on the polished round black table, he looked to the younger man, studying his face to see if any of this had put him off. While he was in charge and didn't mind a mess, he knew many of those he worked with wouldn't feel the same way. "I know we haven't been formally introduced despite our handful of previous interactions. I should formally introduce myself as Wilson Fisk, my need for a personal assistant is rather pressing." He then listed the companies he had purchased and that he needed someone to help keep things organized and functioning. "I have plans for this city, I can't make change on my own." He told Wesley.

"I'd like us to talk and see whether or not this would be a promising partnership."

A Dragon's Roar: Beyond the Blood, Beyond the Blight

Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...

His joke regarding orienteering themselves to an obscure potential ally make her smirk a little. "Just give me time and we'll get there." She wryly replied to Julien. As they began to take shots at the fish, he mentioned her needing to get her feet wet. She frowned and looked down, not really wanting to walk with wet feet. It just didn't feel right. And maybe it was because she didn't grow up around water and hence, wasn't exposed to it until she took the boat over to The Circle and then later became a Grey Warden, but she didn't trust the stuff. Not when it was out in the open. It could react on its own when it was an ocean or river or waterfall.

Wystellia was nervous and looked upwards at the river, wondering if it would suddenly pick up and wash them miles away.

No, she couldn't think like that.

It was a silly thought and she felt silly for thinking it.

She bent down and took off her boots. "Elves don't mind water." She huffed. "I do." She said as she set them aside and walked closer to the riverbank. Wystellia inched her way into the river and glanced at Julien, hoping he was satisfied with the effort. In her mind, this was wasting time and making her even more hungry. The more energy they expelled, they needed to ensure that it was restored as well. As much as she wanted to chase after a deer and pretend she was back in a forest like her ancestors, they had committed to fishing and they had to see it through now.

When Julien finally indulged her in the topic of conversation, she was surprised to hear the family he had. It was a lot, at least in her mind. As he spoke about his family and how he had been so determined to get out of there, he exclaimed he caught a fish. The mage looked down at the water rushing between her toes and decided she couldn't let him do all the fishing. She began furiously stabbing at the water, trying to get something. Anything. After a few tries, she managed to get a fish by its tail. She bent down and wrestled with it. She stood up and let out a sigh, feeling pretty tired after having dueled with the slippery headache.

"After you left home." She said when Julien wondered where he had left off.

It was unfortunate, to her anyway, that he hadn't gone back to his family. For all she knew, her family was gone, either killed or starved. But she could understand not wanting to go back, as much as it hurt. "Me? I grew up in Denerim in the Alienage there." She said as she made her way out of the river, not feeling as bold as Julien was. One was more than enough to her. "My parents did what they could to get by..." She thought back to the struggles she wasn't supposed to see behind closed doors. She shook her head and tried to pick some of the leaves and murk off of her feet so she could put her boots back on.

Hopefully the sun would dry her feet off somewhat.

"When I showed signs of having magical blood...I was taken away from my family. Part of me hoped I could go back and use my magic to break everyone out but I know now it's...a childish whim." She told him. "Years and years passed, then Duncan came and recruited me and...I did go back to Denerim a few years ago, did some shopping...debated whether or not to see my family." She began to lace up her boots, the very ones she got back in the aforementioned city. "I ended up paying them a visit, my father was older than I had ever imagined, my mother was gone...maybe dead or just gone, no one really told me." She shrugged and stood up and picked her fish back up, it finally having suffocated on dry land.

"Being a Grey Warden takes time, makes you forget yourself sometimes. It's a double edged sword."

Paving Their Way with Hope

That's alright, I understand.

Mine was out of commission for a long time last year. I hope you get yours sorted out soon.

Devilish Whispers in Hell's Kitchen

No problem, I should have something up soon myself. ^^

Surviving the Struggle

@Orior Oh shit, I totally overlooked a weapon part of the CS, thanks for reminding me. I hate when I rush things. I'm also going to amend the CS a little more so you can add what weapon(s) they have and any special skills. Hang tight.

@sMoKe Looks good to me. No worries.

@Xeronoia I'm hoping to get it up by tomorrow, I just need to make my sheet and make sure everyone tweaks their's and we're good to go!

EVERYONE! I have added Weapon, Personal Artifact and Hometown to the CS. I need everyone to add/edit their info into their CS. So far everyone is approved so if you posted your CS in the CS tab, go back and edit it. If you haven't, edit it and then post. Thanks. ^^;

@Aphelion

I think I tagged everyone.

Devilish Whispers in Hell's Kitchen

Working for Union Allied Construction wasn't her dream job, it wasn't even close.

Karen Page wanted to help people but working at some massive corporate company wasn't doing anyone any good. It was helping her pay rent and put food on the table but not much else. Like most people in New York CIty's Hell's Kitchen, she got a decent amount of sleep, but last night had gone rather differently and ended quite horribly. Karen met her co-worker, Daniel Fisher, for drinks and hoped to discuss what she had accidentally uncovered. He grew pretty secretive and they soon parted ways. Karen didn't remember even making it home but when she woke up the next day, she was laying next to him in a pool of his blood with a knife in her head. Karen let a few screams and the next thing she knew, police were breaking down her door and handcuffing her as she looked into Daniel's dead eyes, wondering what the hell happened and why it felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep at all, despite blacking out.

As the police forced her to stand, she found herself still in her clothes from last night. "W-wait, I need to change my clothes, please." She said between sobs. Even though she didn't know Daniel very well, she knew he had a family. That he was a good guy. And even though she didn't remember anything from last night, she knew she didn't kill him. There was a cloud of confusion hanging over her head as one of the officers looked to the others and then back to her, still covered in blood and trying to stand up in heels when her legs were shaking. They allowed her to bring a change of clothes so she could change at the station since to them, her clothes would be needed as evidence from the crime scene. Karen had little energy to complain further as they continued to march her down the four flights of stairs and towards their squad car.

Her rights were read to her as they pushed her into the car and drove down to the station.

"Yes!" She said. "I...I need a lawyer." She couldn't afford one. Even as a secretary for a large company, under a powerful man, her pay was barely enough to have money leftover at the end of the month once bills were paid. The blonde woman finally stopped sobbing as they pulled up to the station but a sense of dread now filled her. She knew how this looked to an outsider. She looked guilty. She could feel the blood under her fingernails already harden and she asked if she could take a shower too. The officer who opened her door said she could as soon as she was booked and examined by the crime scene unit. They led her up the stairs and into the station. Two hours passed before she was allowed to shower and change. "Can I call anyone? What about my lawyer?" She asked as she was led to a locker room, the cuffs still tight around her pale wrists. They said two guys were on their way but didn't elaborate any further before they uncuffed her and let her go into the secured area.

Frantically scrubbing herself, Karen finally gave herself one last chance to cry before she wouldn't allow herself to do so. She had to be strong, not just for herself but for Daniel. Whatever happened last night, Karen would figure out. Someone was framing her his murder and she had a strong sinking feeling that it was the very own company she was working for. She felt sick but since she hadn't eaten anything in the past 12 to 13 hours, she wasn't able to really produce much bile to throw up. When she was done, she pulled on her grey tee shirt and slacks and tried to calm down. Her heart rate was slowly returning to normal as she kept telling herself to be strong and that the truth had to show itself. When she walked back out, the same officer led her into a small room and cuffed her to the table and told her to wait. "For what...?" She asked but he just left. Karen looked around and chewed on her lower lip, wondering if a detective or officer was going to come talk to her, or maybe even a psychiatrist. She wasn't crazy though, nor was she guilty, just desperate for the truth.

When two guys walked in accompanied by a guard, Karen looked up, "Who are you guys?" She asked, trying not to be too apprehensive.

- - -

Wilson Fisk was a man fond of the familiar.

He woke up, prepared the same meal, wore the same sort of attire and when the day was over, he would return to his apartment to have the same few dreams and nightmares all over again. His childhood however, was a different story. His family was on the cusp of poverty and his father did all he could to put food on the table, even when it required acts his mother disapproved off. The strife in the Fisk household was always apparent and always agonizing. His father ran for city council and Wilson did his best to support his father because even though the man belittled him and his own wife, Wilson did look up to the angry man. Bill was a man of action, able to visualize, make a plan and then attack. Wilson was the opposite of his father, the lack of will he got from his mother it seemed, and preferred to stand on the sidelines and just watch. His father was a dominating man however, and Wilson's desire to be more like him morphed into something else when he forced his son to confront a bully.

After Wilson beat up his bully at his father's forceful request, the boy inside himself began to erode, allowing for the child to finally become a man. One night when his father was beating his mother, a ritual not uncommon in their home, Wilson snapped. While his father had his back to him, Wilson grabbed a hammer and beat his father over the head, screaming at him the same way his father had done to them for years. He and his mother then hid the body and cut it up. For the next seven days the disposed of it discretely while his mother made plans for Wilson to be sent away to live with relatives. Wilson didn't want to leave his mother alone but she insisted this was the only way he would be safe, and in turn, she'd be truly happy.

He promised to return to her soon and then left Hell's Kitchen for the next decade.

While he was away, he spent time on a farm, then he traveled to Asia and the Middle East. He also traveled to Europe and then back to Asia once again. He was able to learn about the world, the vast cultures it held, as well as the kind of man he wished to be. After ten years of looking at himself in the mirror and seeing how change could be so welcoming, he decided to return to New York. He decided he would rebuild himself as well as the home he loved. There had been no incidents in the city but he felt as though it meant that he could do something better for it, put it on the map and make people see that Hell's Kitchen had all kinds of immense potential. Wilson used his travels to make contacts and he began to reach out to those he had come across who also knew how to get things done. He first contacted Madame Gao and began to discuss the kind of partnership they could provide one another.

And now his next target was the Italians of Hell's Kitchen. Fisk was in the process of gluing companies together to fund his project and in order to do a proficient job, he would need more help which meant hiring a personal assistant. He had been personally interviewing candidates for the past two weeks but he was most interested in that of James Wesley, a young man with a good deal of potential. The two of them were to meet at his office after lunch but before then, Wilson had a meeting with the Italians and was heading over to discuss some matters with them. His two body guards with him but as his car pulled up, he said he'd wait outside the car wash, as he had personal affairs to deal with. Wilson shut the car door behind him and thought back to his new apartment and how it gave him a beautiful view of the city he wished to save. He was doing all of this, not just for himself, but for everyone who struggled to see such beauty. And if working with outside sources like the Chinese or Italians was necessary, so be it.

The man headed down into the car wash, his own personal handgun tucked in the side of his blazer.

Cherry Blossoms Under the Silver Sky

"Thanks to 9/11, going to airport is such a DRAG man." Something everyone can relate to (unless you're too afraid to go on a plane now) ^^;

My sense of humor is awful.

Surviving the Struggle

Thanks.

And yes, things are shaping up nicely, it's a very good start so far.

As GM, this pleases me. :3

Cherry Blossoms Under the Silver Sky

I'm sure you'll be able to just get it over with, the easy stuff is gonna be good to have to ease yourself into the routine of school again. I'm sure it won't take long, it'll be like 500-600 words and then it'll be done and over with.