Just for my reference (working on a post right now), how geographically liberal are we going to be? Also, just as a general in universe question, is Kitakyushu locked down? I ask since that area is the relative 'best' for an Onxyian to escape to another island (unless thats a spoiler)
Construct The Maw-The Maw consist of two hardened bone ‘barrels’ embedded in Jings arms , running from the elbows to the palms that function as crude, if obscenely effective, firearms. Ammunition is produced internally, by two specialized organs hidden just behind the lungs. One separates and crystallizes white blood cells present in his blackblood while the other diffuses fat present in blood to form a volatile propellant. . These bullets react negatively to the physiology of other Onxyians, crystallizing slowly like a cancer. Rapid removal is often the wisest, if more unpleasant choice. Humans, curiously, seem to have no negative reaction to these charges (apart from the normal problems one encounters after being shot.) A full ‘load’ of bullets (approximately 90 standard shots) can be made over the course of a half hour. Jing favors his right arm for long range, though its distance and power are more comparable to a standard hunting rifle than the high powered military grade snipers carried by many hunters. If force to assign a comparable caliber to it, Jing would estimate it ranges close to a .308 The left arm is favored for short range. While its stopping power is certainly effective(comparable to .357 round), its range leaves a lot to be desired, being only 40 meters at its best.
Morality Neutral Good
Appearance
Personality Jing is a bit of a knight in sour armor. Life in the quarantine zone is hardly a cakewalk(hell, life before it wasn't much worse), but between the ravenous Invalid and mercs from the J.S.D.F its hard for him to believe in the typical spiel of truth, justice and due process. He’s done his best to impose a little civil order in the QZ as he can, picking off packs of Invalids that wander too close to to safe camps or any dangerous Onyxians who do the same. He tends to logic these good deeds away as being entirely practical, killing the Onyxian’s keep the mercs away and killing Invalids helps everyone.
Before the bombs dropped, Jing enjoyed the peaceful life of being a rookie detective on Kyushu’s resident police force. Violent crimes were rare on the island, so his services were more typically called in to eliminate foul play in suicide cases. Sure, there was the occasional sick bastard who’d off his wife in the middle of the night with a golf trophy, but in his 4 year tenure as a detective he only worked on a handful of such cases.
Looking back on it, he sometimes wonders if that why the police forced fell so quickly. Its difficult for any force to suddenly lose 75% of its staff and keep order, even more so when that staff turns to eating their former coworkers. What few cops left tried to set up a safe zone for people in the QZ, and it worked for a while, and it seemed like whatever hell had been unleashed would atleast be kept at bay.
Nobody knew what an Onyxian was when the government made them public knowledge, at least not really, but that didn't stop people from blaming them for ‘Armageddon’ (as if any sane creature would wish this kind of hell on anyone). It didnt take long for the witch hunts to start, people needed something, anything, to lynch. Jing couldn't remember how many folks he was forced to detain under suspicion. And he sure as hell didn't want to remember how many he watched get thrown the invalids or how young they were. He sat and watched as the safe zone slowly ate itself, amazed that nobody was trying to stop the madness.
Eventually, there were only a handful of people left. Stand offs became a daily routine, and warding off the invalids became increasingly difficult. After watching former chief of police shoot someone over a day's water ration, he’d had enough. With the only thing worth saving in the base being a couple of pounds of dried and canned food, he took as much as he could carry and left.
Over the next few months he camped all across the QZ, slowly coming into his powers and avoiding other people like the plague (so to speak.). By the time the first hunters made landfall, Jing had enough mastery over his own abilities to traverse across the island with little effort or supplies beyond food. However, not wanting to risk coming under their radar, he keeps low, spending most of the scavenging cigarettes from convenience stores or culling invalid hordes, only risking occasional quick jaunts into human safe zones to steal rations.
Skills Police training: Jing is an adequate shot and is well versed in the modern martial combative techniques taught to most officers. Tracking: His time as a detective has given Jing some insight in tracking others down and hiding his own tracks. Lay of the land: while living alone in the QZ, Jing has had to develop a working mental map of the city, making him difficult to corner. He’s also taken the time to place various safe houses with small ration supplies (almost entirely food. He really needs not much else).
I imagine its kind of like how food moves through your large intestine. Essentially a tube of muscles that contract in a wave and 'pushes' the bullets into the arms. Though in this case its probably faster. ....also only just realized he's got literal firearms.
Construct The Maw-The Maw consist of two hardened bone ‘barrels’ embedded in Jings arms , running from the elbows to the palms that function as crude, if obscenely effective, firearms. Ammunition is produced internally, by two specialized organs hidden just behind the lungs. One separates and crystallizes white blood cells present in his blackblood while the other diffuses fat present in blood to form a volatile propellant. . These bullets react negatively to the physiology of other Onxyians, crystallizing slowly like a cancer. Rapid removal is often the wisest, if more unpleasant choice. Humans, curiously, seem to have no negative reaction to these charges (apart from the normal problems one encounters after being shot.) A full ‘load’ of bullets (approximately 90 standard shots) can be made over the course of a half hour. Jing favors his right arm for long range, though its distance and power are more comparable to a standard hunting rifle than the high powered military grade snipers carried by many hunters. If force to assign a comparable caliber to it, Jing would estimate it ranges close to a .308 The left arm is favored for short range. While its stopping power is certainly effective(comparable to .357 round), its range leaves a lot to be desired, being only 40 meters at its best.
Morality Neutral Good
Appearance
Personality Jing is a bit of a knight in sour armor. Life in the quarantine zone is hardly a cakewalk(hell, life before it wasn't much worse), but between the ravenous Invalid and mercs from the J.S.D.F its hard for him to believe in the typical spiel of truth, justice and due process. He’s done his best to impose a little civil order in the QZ as he can, picking off packs of Invalids that wander too close to to safe camps or any dangerous Onyxians who do the same. He tends to logic these good deeds away as being entirely practical, killing the Onyxian’s keep the mercs away and killing Invalids helps everyone.
Before the bombs dropped, Jing enjoyed the peaceful life of being a rookie detective on Kyushu’s resident police force. Violent crimes were rare on the island, so his services were more typically called in to eliminate foul play in suicide cases. Sure, there was the occasional sick bastard who’d off his wife in the middle of the night with a golf trophy, but in his 4 year tenure as a detective he only worked on a handful of such cases.
Looking back on it, he sometimes wonders if that why the police forced fell so quickly. Its difficult for any force to suddenly lose 75% of its staff and keep order, even more so when that staff turns to eating their former coworkers. What few cops left tried to set up a safe zone for people in the QZ, and it worked for a while, and it seemed like whatever hell had been unleashed would atleast be kept at bay.
Nobody knew what an Onyxian was when the government made them public knowledge, at least not really, but that didn't stop people from blaming them for ‘Armageddon’ (as if any sane creature would wish this kind of hell on anyone). It didnt take long for the witch hunts to start, people needed something, anything, to lynch. Jing couldn't remember how many folks he was forced to detain under suspicion. And he sure as hell didn't want to remember how many he watched get thrown the invalids or how young they were. He sat and watched as the safe zone slowly ate itself, amazed that nobody was trying to stop the madness.
Eventually, there were only a handful of people left. Stand offs became a daily routine, and warding off the invalids became increasingly difficult. After watching former chief of police shoot someone over a day's water ration, he’d had enough. With the only thing worth saving in the base being a couple of pounds of dried and canned food, he took as much as he could carry and left.
Over the next few months he camped all across the QZ, slowly coming into his powers and avoiding other people like the plague (so to speak.). By the time the first hunters made landfall, Jing had enough mastery over his own abilities to traverse across the island with little effort or supplies beyond food. However, not wanting to risk coming under their radar, he keeps low, spending most of the scavenging cigarettes from convenience stores or culling invalid hordes, only risking occasional quick jaunts into human safe zones to steal rations.
Skills Police training: Jing is an adequate shot and is well versed in the modern martial combative techniques taught to most officers. Tracking: His time as a detective has given Jing some insight in tracking others down and hiding his own tracks. Lay of the land: while living alone in the QZ, Jing has had to develop a working mental map of the city, making him difficult to corner. He’s also taken the time to place various safe houses with small ration supplies (almost entirely food. He really needs not much else).
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