GingerBoi123

Crimson Arm: The Blood Red Edge of Humanity's Future - A Postapocalyptic Vampire-fighting RP

Thank you! If it's still not cool, I'm okay reworking it again but some suggestions would be absolutely stellar if that's the case!

Crimson Arm: The Blood Red Edge of Humanity's Future - A Postapocalyptic Vampire-fighting RP

@Pink Khione Maybe!

@Raineh Daze I've changed the ability of Raijin & Fujin. Would this be more suitable?

Crimson Arm: The Blood Red Edge of Humanity's Future - A Postapocalyptic Vampire-fighting RP

Chou Tekkō

"Huh? You mean we're not goin' yet?"

Name: Chou Tekkō
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A rather creepy looking young man, Chou has always expressed indifference and nonchalance towards allies, squadmates and superiors alike. It's hard for Chou to take anything seriously. However, the promise of challenge and fighting always seems to make Chou feel alive. In fact... Chou's true colours seem to shine when he is free to cause destruction and violence for the Red Demons. While training or on a mission, his focus does seem to hone in but it appears more like psychotic fixation, especially when he gets a target. If Chou was a vampire, one could only shudder at what he'd do.
Brief Backstory: Chou doesn't remember much of his early childhood. All he can recall is the slaughter of his parents and being chained up to al variety of tubes. One of the many children taken to become part of the Blood Cattle, Chou was subjected to all manners of torture and harsh treatment which is also how he lost his right eye. Knowing how powerless he was, all Chou could do was allow his mind to be warped and moulded by his environment. While many gave up hope and their lives, Chou was one of the few to keep living. Something was fuelling him to carry on. His resilience would be rewarded after one of the first raids.

Chou was rescued by the remnants of humanity and was immediately put into rehabilitation. While his body began to recover quickly, the psychological effects bored deep into Chou's mind. Despite this, the Army of Humanity recognised his toughness and determination. Chou was fast-tracked into training as soon as he was able. Chou excelled in this environment, and while his psychological evaluation still remains shaky at best, there's no denying his effectiveness as a weapon against the vampires.
Equipment: As well as standard gear, Chou carries specialised magazines for his Crimson Arms as well as an extra supply of flashbangs. Chou also deploys the use of breaching charges to compliment his "hitting fast and hard" style. However, Chou also sneaks three syringes of adrenaline on deployment.
Skills: Agility- While not physically strong, Chou boasts impressive speed and nimbleness on the battlefield, deploying hit and run tactics as much as he can.

Resilience- Chou's background makes it hard for him to back down and even harder to keep down. Chou expresses a will to push on that rivals most adults.

Viciousness- Enraptured in violence, Chou's sadistic side can come out in a fight making it hard for him to show mercy. While this makes him an effective killer, this is a double-edged sword as it becomes difficult to reign Chou in.

Crimson Arm: Susanoo- A duel kusarigama, Susanoo's scythes uses lacquered wood handles and extended blades on both ends with an extended reinforced steel chain. Susanoo's trajectory can be changed mid-throw, allowing creative attack angles or used as a complex trap of tripwires. The chain has jagged teeth blades running across either side. Upon activation, the chain turns into a flexible chainsaw that runs between the two handles.

Hope this is okay!

Crimson Arm: The Blood Red Edge of Humanity's Future - A Postapocalyptic Vampire-fighting RP

Hey there, room for another?

The Hustle

Hey man. Sorry I dropped out of the last one. I'd be down for playing Ollie again if you'd have me

@souleaterfan320

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

@KuroYeah but then I find myself not making the cut xD

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

The fucking find the path one is the one that fucks me over the most. I can either go first and never find the path or stay in the pack and get shoved off the platform by ten different dickheads

Fog of Torvelt

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Solveig Forgeheart

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There was an immediate feeling of uncomfortableness as Solveig began to rodeo the beast. However as gross pus began to pour out from the cut that the Dwarf made, he was forced to dismount. "Fuck me... What is wrong with these bastards..." Solveig grumbled to himself as managed to regain his footing for a moment. The sick feeling began to take over for a few moments as he began to retch. With a deep inhale, Solveig tried to recompose himself to shake off this feeling of illness. Solveig's stance changed as the Rot Troll still seemed to be solely focused on Gentle. Beginning to bounce on his toes more, the Pugilist decided to switch to Outfighting. Solveig gripped his knuckle dusters tighter as he began to flick out jabs into the calves and knees of the Troll, trying to keep his distance.

Fog of Torvelt

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Solveig Forgeheart

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Solveig grinned as Brynan made her comments. As the Trolls began to charge, the Pugilist noticed that these particular Trolls have already taken quite a bit of damage. Had they just came away from another raid and was hoping to get two for one or were they running away from something? In the end it wouldn't matter... The Trolls were barrelling forth towards the party so this would become their fate. Solveig bounced on his knees as he assumed a fighting stance, preparing for the initial crash. "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!" Solveig murmured as he was pumping himself up.

Fortunately, it seemed the Trolls would pick other targets. Naldir and Gentle were the first to make contact. This clash had forced Solveig to backstep away as to not be caught up in the tussle. It seemed the Minotaur managed to block away his troll. The rush of battle made his mind race, and an idea crossed the Dwarf's brain. It could work! Well Solveig didn't have anything better in his head so why not? The Dwarf ran up behind the Minotaur as he leapt onto the hairy back. "Hold 'im there!" He called out as he stepped up onto Gentle's haunches.

The Minotaur would feel a heavy boot kick off from the top of it's head as Solveig used Gentle as a springboard to latch onto the top of the Troll. The Dwarf spun 180 degrees in the air as he hopped from one beast to the other. As he descended, Solveig wrapped an arm around the thick neck of the putrid troll. The stench was overwhelming but there was no going back now. "Right ya bastard!" Solveig grunted as he tried to hang on for dear life. With his free hand, the fist clenched around the brass knuckleduster before Solveig tried to rain down blows onto the skull of the thrashing troll.

Fog of Torvelt

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Solveig Forgeheart

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Rather enjoying the new company, Solveig probably seemed the most nonchalant about marching to his doom. In fact, after they had left Koprust Solveig was obnoxiously whistling as they began to travel to this 'Mudshit'. Apart from the butting of heads between Gentle and Brynan, the rest of the group seemed to be rather introverted or at least withdrawn. Everybody had their secrets for sure, but the Dwarf would've preferred if everyone else weren't quite as reserved. Especially the Dragonborn. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. Regardless of whether the rest appreciated his loud whistling, nothing brought Dwarves together like a bit of light-hearted rhythm. Perhaps it wasn't time to bust out a mining or drinking song but perhaps the theory could work here too.

As rain began to pour, Solveig popped the collar up of his jacket more. He didn't have a hood so his hair and beard were starting to get drenched. However, Solveig kind of liked it. There wasn't any rain to speak of back at Tharum Kholdur, at least if you wasn't a Mountain Guard who watched the borders. Sometimes water would drip down but nothing like this. It was kind of relaxing. The tiny pitter patter of droplets reminded him of pickaxes striking the rocky earth of the Mountain. It was comfort.

That was when a potent stench wafted over the party. Solveig held his nose as his face scrunched up. "Gentle! Please tell me that's not what Minotaur shite smells like!" He exclaimed as he tried to wave the smell away. However, the playful jab at Gentle was overshadowed by the call from Naldir.

"Trolls! Ready yourselves!"

Solveig turned on his heels to the direction of the hollering creatures. He watched as Stur was one of the first to step forward, beginning to draw a battle line. With a grin and a hearty laugh, Solveig joined as he pulled out his prized knuckledusters from his pockets. Punching his own fists together making clanging sounds that rang out, Solveig joined the large human's side with glee. Finally it was time for a punch-up!

"RIGHT THEN YA BASTARDS! COME GET A TASTE OF DWARVEN STRENGTH!!!"