Inertia

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

_{Location — #79 Shady Pines Drive - Outside}

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_{Mentions — Elsie @Moon Child}

Noah's shift was called off. As much of a loss as it was, he understood why. Electricity made the gear turns after all.

What he didn't expect was Elijah asking him to help maintain his motorcycle. Despite Noah's initial resistance, he quickly crumbled before his brother's pouty face.

Outside their home, the CX500 sat on the middle of the driveway. Noah had stripped away the bulky factory fairings years ago, leaving the transverse V-twin engine exposed like a ribcage.

“Don't just turn the wrench, Elijah. Feel the resistance,” Noah muttered. He was crouched low, his eyes tracking the line of the throttle cable. “The CX is called the 'plastic maggot' by the older folks at Cliff's. They're durable, sturdy, and low maintenance. But if you’re sloppy with the valves, she'll cough, sputter, and refuse to work.”

Noah handed the feeler gauge to his brother. Elijah looked at the thin strip of metal like it was a surgical instrument.

“It should have a slight drag, like pulling a straw through one of those Capri-Suns that you like,” Noah directed. “Too loose, and you'll hammer the valve stems into rivets. Too tight, and the valves won't close, and you'll lose compression right when you need to twist the throttle.”

Elijah leaned in, his small face scrunched in total concentration. He tried to slide the gauge in, but his hand shook, and it clattered against the cooling fins. He looked up at Noah, eyes filled with worry and a desire for reassurance.

Noah bit his inner cheek. He saw himself at thirteen, trying to figure out how to stretch a gallon of milk while his mother was at the bottom of a bottle.

“Steady,” Noah muttered, softer this time. "Wait for the engine to breathe. Try again. Safety isn't just about not falling off, Elijah. It’s about knowing the machine won't fail you when you’re leaning into a turn at sixty.”

Elijah tried again. This time, the gauge slid home with a faint snick.

“I got it,” Elijah whispered, a small, genuine grin breaking through. He jumped up and encased Noah into a small hug.

“Good. You’re quick on the uptake... smart, smarter than me at your age,” Noah said, ruffling the kid's hair. "If Pines Holler decides to roll over and die, and we have to get out fast, you and I are going to make sure this bucket of bolts remains working to get us and your sister out of here.”

“Go clean up, I can do the rest.”

Noah wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve. The sun was particularly harsh today, Noah figured both of his siblings should stay inside to avoid the sun.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, an used Samsung A17 that he got off the pawn shop for cheap.

Good morning sunshineeeeee :

Stupid power is out again :

Wanna chase some waterfalls with me?

A small smile crept on his grease ridden face as he texted back.

Good Morning Elsie, uhh alright, I got some free time for the first time in awhile today.

He stepped into his house to clean up aswell.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

@Sugar and Spite Edited, sorry bout that.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

The Orphan || Noah Tanner

Noah Tanner

_{Faceclaim: Brenton Thwaites // Color Code: #EEBC1D}
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_{Full Name:}

Noah Pierce Tanner

_Nickname(s):

Noah's fine.

_Age:

25

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Demisexual

_Occupation:

Mechanic at Jennings Automotive.
Night Shift Bartender at Huskers Bar & Grill.
Random odd jobs.

_{Place of Residence:}

#79 Shady Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Family:

• Father & Mother: As far as Noah's aware, they're dead to him.
• Brother: Elijah Tanner || Age 12
• Sister: Eden Tanner || Age 9

Friends:

• Willow Fraser: Knew each other from school (before he dropped out) and co-workers in Huskers Bar & Grill.

_Appearance:

• Height: Five feet, ten inches
• Hair: Wavy hair slicked backwards.
• Eyes: Light Brown.
• Body Type: Mesomoprh with a toned build due to usually working physical odd-jobs.
• Clothing Style: Casual, usually a short or button-up with or without a jacket. Whatever torn jeans he has on hand. Most expensive jacket he owns was something he found- a Wilson's M Julian Leather Jacket.
  
  • One.
  • Two.
• Body Markings:
  
  • Various scars along his hands from odd jobs and mechanical work.
  • A single, simple flat earring on his right ear he got when he was young, before his parents left them.

_Personality:

For a lack of better word, Noah is curt bordering on dismissive. Like he never has time to actually show you his personality (which he doesn't as he usually runs from job to job.)

Quick and to the point, he never really minces words or dances around topics. He'll tell you straight up what's kicking in his head if you ask. Not that you'd get much, most of what's in the forefront of his mind is providing for his siblings. He's been parentified since he was 14. It's only gotten worse ever since his parents abandoned him and his siblings.

He's quick on the uptake on learning things. Hardworking and stubborn as he's had no choice to be anything else unless he wanted his siblings to starve. He is also careful not to injure himself, being slow and methodical and taking safety as a priority as he is the sole provider for his siblings.

He is also practical and a realist, making him hardheaded with a slightly quick temper. He feels like life has passed him by and will continue to do so. Despite this he has a soft spot for both his siblings and is extremely overprotective of them. He could never shout or get angry at them. He believes his parents' abandonment was not their fault and they are innocent from everything happening.

_History:

• Born as Noah Pierce Tanner, life wasn't easy for the boy. His parents were a step away from destitute, but both worked and made ends meet. His father always was one 'gamble' away from striking it rich. His mother never really dissuade him, instead finding more solace at the end of the bottle. It wasn't the best of childhoods but atleast it was one.
• His father's gambling addiction grew worse over time, and so did his mother's alcoholism. A few romps here and there and his brother, Elijah was born. This was the start of his parentification. He pretty much raised his brother when he was 13. His parents, luckily, still brought in money somehow. Soon his sister, Eden was born, and she too was foisted on him by his parents.
• When he turned 16, he suddenly woke up one day, his siblings crying for their parents... and his parents missing. Noah had a sinking feeling. He looked all over town and asked around but no one knew a thing. Soon he found a note that confirmed his suspicions. Noah, the angriest he's ever been, slammed his fist into a wall and broke through the plywall. He held both of his siblings tight and promised them that they'll grow up fine and live.
• It wasn't the easiest to find a job when he was 16. He jumped from job to job, doing odd things here and there to pull in any money. He really didn't have a stable job for the first year, in-between the odd-jobs and caring for his younger siblings at home, he had no time for... anything really. The first few years were the hardest, only getting by with the help of a neighbour and the odd jobs/chores here and there.
• It stabilized in the third year, where he managed to convince Cliff Jennings to give him a job despite being unqualified. Soon he would also find part-time work at Husker's Bar & Grill as a bartender. Both jobs barely getting him over the finish line in terms of money for the house, food, and an education for his siblings with a tiny amount of meager savings.
• He's been burnt out but he pushes these feelings down. Anything for his siblings. But recently he's been feeling like he's let life pass him by, he hasn't enjoyed his childhood since he was, well, a child. He feels guilty with these thoughts as he has two children dependent on him.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Realistically, he believes it likely needs to happen for Pines Holler to survive. Anything for a better 'future' for his siblings. He's never really had too strong ties with the town despite living here his whole life, being too busy to work for his siblings. He mostly has bad memories with his parents and their eventual abandonment. Though he also understands the risks, there is a good chance he and his siblings get ran out of their homes.
• Loves Music- particularly rock, lo-fi, and the guilty pleasure of what he calls 'white-girl music'.
• Talented with the guitar, he stopped practicing as much when he turned 16 but he still plays well on his beaten-down guitar.
• Good at repairing and tinkering with things due to tight expenses.
• Noah's a great cook, good at whipping things up with minimum ingredients.
• Owns a rundown Honda CX500 that's he's modified into a cafe racer, initially sold to him by Cliff for very cheap. Used to travel between jobs quickly.
• Currently eyeing another rundown '98 Corolla to potentially fix up as a replacement.

Inertia's Motion [Character Dump]

The Orphan || Noah Tanner

Noah Tanner

_{Faceclaim: Brenton Thwaites // Color Code: #EEBC1D}
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_{Full Name:}

Noah Pierce Tanner

_Nickname(s):

Noah's fine.

_Age:

25

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Demisexual

_Occupation:

Mechanic at Jennings Automotive.
Night Shift Bartender at Huskers Bar & Grill.
Random odd jobs.

_{Place of Residence:}

#79 Shady Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Family:

• Father & Mother: As far as Noah's aware, they're dead to him.
• Brother: Elijah Tanner || Age 12
• Sister: Eden Tanner || Age 9

Friends:

• Willow Fraser: Knew each other from school (before he dropped out) and co-workers in Huskers Bar & Grill.

_Appearance:

• Height: Five feet, ten inches
• Hair: Wavy hair slicked backwards.
• Eyes: Light Brown.
• Body Type: Mesomoprh with a toned build due to usually working physical odd-jobs.
• Clothing Style: Casual, usually a short or button-up with or without a jacket. Whatever torn jeans he has on hand. Most expensive jacket he owns was something he found- a Wilson's M Julian Leather Jacket.
  
  • One.
  • Two.
• Body Markings:
  
  • Various scars along his hands from odd jobs and mechanical work.
  • A single, simple flat earring on his right ear he got when he was young, before his parents left them.

_Personality:

For a lack of better word, Noah is curt bordering on dismissive. Like he never has time to actually show you his personality (which he doesn't as he usually runs from job to job.)

Quick and to the point, he never really minces words or dances around topics. He'll tell you straight up what's kicking in his head if you ask. Not that you'd get much, most of what's in the forefront of his mind is providing for his siblings. He's been parentified since he was 14. It's only gotten worse ever since his parents abandoned him and his siblings.

He's quick on the uptake on learning things. Hardworking and stubborn as he's had no choice to be anything else unless he wanted his siblings to starve. He is also careful not to injure himself, being slow and methodical and taking safety as a priority as he is the sole provider for his siblings.

He is also practical and a realist, making him hardheaded with a slightly quick temper. He feels like life has passed him by and will continue to do so. Despite this he has a soft spot for both his siblings and is extremely overprotective of them. He could never shout or get angry at them. He believes his parents' abandonment was not their fault and they are innocent from everything happening.

_History:

• Born as Noah Pierce Tanner, life wasn't easy for the boy. His parents were a step away from destitute, but both worked and made ends meet. His father always was one 'gamble' away from striking it rich. His mother never really dissuade him, instead finding more solace at the end of the bottle. It wasn't the best of childhoods but atleast it was one.
• His father's gambling addiction grew worse over time, and so did his mother's alcoholism. A few romps here and there and his brother, Elijah was born. This was the start of his parentification. He pretty much raised his brother when he was 13. His parents, luckily, still brought in money somehow. Soon his sister, Eden was born, and she too was foisted on him by his parents.
• When he turned 16, he suddenly woke up one day, his siblings crying for their parents... and his parents missing. Noah had a sinking feeling. He looked all over town and asked around but no one knew a thing. Soon he found a note that confirmed his suspicions. Noah, the angriest he's ever been, slammed his fist into a wall and broke through the plywall. He held both of his siblings tight and promised them that they'll grow up fine and live.
• It wasn't the easiest to find a job when he was 16. He jumped from job to job, doing odd things here and there to pull in any money. He really didn't have a stable job for the first year, in-between the odd-jobs and caring for his younger siblings at home, he had no time for... anything really. The first few years were the hardest, only getting by with the help of a neighbour and the odd jobs/chores here and there.
• It stabilized in the third year, where he managed to convince Cliff Jennings to give him a job despite being unqualified. Soon he would also find part-time work at Husker's Bar & Grill as a bartender. Both jobs barely getting him over the finish line in terms of money for the house, food, and an education for his siblings with a tiny amount of meager savings.
• He's been burnt out but he pushes these feelings down. Anything for his siblings. But recently he's been feeling like he's let life pass him by, he hasn't enjoyed his childhood since he was, well, a child. He feels guilty with these thoughts as he has two children dependent on him.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Realistically, he believes it likely needs to happen for Pines Holler to survive. Anything for a better 'future' for his siblings. He's never really had too strong ties with the town despite living here his whole life, being too busy to work for his siblings. He mostly has bad memories with his parents and their eventual abandonment. Though he also understands the risks, there is a good chance he and his siblings get ran out of their homes.
• Loves Music- particularly rock, lo-fi, and the guilty pleasure of what he calls 'white-girl music'.
• Talented with the guitar, he stopped practicing as much when he turned 16 but he still plays well on his beaten-down guitar.
• Good at repairing and tinkering with things due to tight expenses.
• Noah's a great cook, good at whipping things up with minimum ingredients.
• Owns a rundown Honda CX500 that's he's modified into a cafe racer, initially sold to him by Cliff for very cheap. Used to travel between jobs quickly.
• Currently eyeing another rundown '98 Corolla to potentially fix up as a replacement.

Vigil of the Faithful (Anime-Inspired Exorcist RP)

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Rank 1: x3 Protect fleeing civilians, x2 ghouls.

Jin's heart warmed as he recognized more than a few familiar faces. Greetings would have to come later as he looked over the situation. It was a mess, but manageable. The evacuation was not complete. Though reticent, he silently thanked Ah-Rong for her relative haste. His priority would be in protecting the scared, fleeing civilians. His eye twitched- a child had lost her footing. Her eyes wet with tears as she could only look on as a ghoul bore down on her.

Jin darted to her side, grasped her with a hug as he unholstered his sawed-off shotgun. The gun silver nozzle seared the ghoul's snout as it shrieked in pain. “Cover your ears, young one, this is going to be loud.” Jin softly said, taking her hands and covering her eyes and ears. A loud crackle and controlled recoil later, the ghoul's head exploded into a fine red mist.

Jin's eye spotted what appeared to be the child's parents. The mother and father were making their way to their child, two ghouls in chase. He beckoned her to stay behind him at a distance as he now equipped his batons in a reverse-grip. Jin easily blocked the clawing attacks of the ghouls with both hands.

“Head to the checkpoint, I'll make sure none of them comes after you three.” Jin called out.

The two ghouls attention were now on him, two more ghouls joined their ranks. Ekaterine's nearly-inhuman scream managed to distract a few of them. He struck in this opening, deftly throwing a vial of holy oil at their feet. He lit a match, the fire caught oil and engulfed the ghouls in holy fire. The other three threw themselves into the floor with unholy screeching as they tried, in vain, to douse god's flames. The last one, too, was lit aflame but remained standing, seeming more hardy than the others. He grimaced at having something in common with such a beast.

In its weakened state it was unable to see, nevertheless defend, against his batons. A few quick strikes was all it took for it lay slump on the floor, singed with flames and iron alike. Jin looked down, emotionless, as he delivered the coup-de-grace on it. The other three soon followed.

Jin looked back the fleeing family, the little girl now held aloft in her father's arms. She waved and gave him a smile, which he returned gladly.

Jin returned to his fellow hunters and/or exorcists. He was behind Hikari, giving the man a greeting as well as he cleaned swiped away the blood on his batons. “Good evening.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Formal attire. Interaction(s): Everyone currently present at the Dinner. Mention(s):

Auguste stared coldly at Mayet as she went on her tirade, seemingly taking a dig at everyone present. Though he tried his best to sympathize with her position, he found it difficult to do so as she seemed to be lashing out. He even silently agreed with her words regarding the relative bias of their country's laws, but to drag his family into her example struck a nerve. He could not help but think how such an outburst was triggered by Duke Lorenzo's boorish statements; he understood the anger but not the degree of the response. Surely one of royalty was able to handle insults, direct or indirect, in a much more refined manner?

A touch of pity laced his expression with how easily she cut ties with her own family, even Farim, who responded in a calm and level-headed manner compared to some of his siblings. Especially over a disagreement.

Auguste thought to respond to her words but it didn't seem like words were going to get through to the Shehzadi, as such he bit his tongue.

“I understand, Sultan Raif Kadir.” Auguste replied, recognizing the calm fury of the Sultan. “It has been a long day filled with rather... extenuating events. I will overlook this event and not push for anymore punishment under Caesonian law as an extension and consideration of our kingdom's long and bountiful alliance while also considering Duke Lorenzo's... misgivings earlier today.” He glanced towards the Vikenas and gave them an apologetic look.

“I only ask you to make it right with Duke Lorenzo and Lady Charlotte.” Auguste said in finality, finally moving past the event. He sat on his chair once more, to enjoy the dinner without any further interruptions. Auguste sighed internally, he was exhausted. Between this event and his lack of sleep, hopefully it was all today would bring.

“I have enjoyed the meal thus far, the chicken tikka masala so far. I have always had a penchant for spicy food. I think no other kingdom prepares them before than Alidasht.” Auguste said, a small smile on his face. The atmosphere within the dinner had been strained, likely beyond repair at this point. It was best to move past it, awkward as it may be.

Auguste began tasting all the desserts being served. Even as a Prince it was rare to taste delicacies from far lands. Others would be able to tell his delight at eating the desserts.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Formal attire. Interaction(s): Everyone currently present at the Dinner. Riona @JJ Doe. Mention(s): Wulfric Danrose @SilverPaw,

Auguste sat in silence as the dinner unfolded. Duke Lorenzo's words served to incense the rest of the participants. Auguste did not have the time to palliate Lorenzo's words. Layla had served a rather cruel prank to the nervous Charlotte. For him it was too much but the Sultan had already doled out his punishment and him pressing the issue would be fruitless. This brought up memories of his own private family dinners. This dinner was up there with some of the worst he has partook in.

Now Duke Lorenzo had accused one of the Shehzadi of giving him 'bedroom' eyes before giving grace. Auguste's neutral expression twitched at this comment. He now slightly understood his brother's point of Lorenzo's mouth being his downfall. Soon grace was said and Auguste could only join in it, respectfully lowering his own head.

What came next was a flurry of blades and threats. Auguste's chair scraped against the floor, his right hand hovered above his waistline to grasp at a missing hilt, he had not brought a blade to the dinner because he did not believe it to be needed. It appeared that he was mistaken. His expression was cold, adorned with a scowl. His friendly countenance gone, as if it had never existed. His expression mimicked his dear older brother Wulfric, a relatively rare event.

While he understood Shehzadi Mayet's feelings towards Duke Lorenzo's rather uncouth and plainly wrong observation, this was a bit too much. To draw your blade towards the nobility of the land you are currently a guest in... Auguste believed that to be too much. Even looking past everything else that occurred tonight, him staying silent on this matter would portray his kingdom's nobility and royalty to be weak by allowing physical threats towards them- even from important guests.

He listened to Farim's words and silently agreed with the man, noting his astute words and observations. Even if traditions were meant to be respected, there should be some allowance of failure since Duke Lorenzo did not hail from Alidasht. Even if his undignified words were seen as insults, to draw a blade in-front of him, who is currently acting as his family- the Danroses' representative was much too much. Even for him, it had crossed the line that if Shehzadi Mayet had no royalty, she likely would be put to the gallows.

Auguste listened to the Sultan's words and punishments. While he agreed with most of them, he personally believed that Shehzadi Mayet had gotten off much lighter than he expected.

Before saying anything he beckoned Riona over. “Riona, please step outside of the dinner room and tell the knights to stand down.” Auguste said with a low voice and a neutral tone. He was well aware and used to his mother's propensity for over-protection and sending knights to his dinners, but this time it did seem warranted. “Tell them it's a command from me, they will not step into this situation and escalate it any more than it has. Er- don't be surprised if they have already drawn their weapons.” Though unintentional, some sharp-eared individuals may have heard his words.

“... Sultan Raif Kadir.” Auguste finally spoke out sharply. “I understand that this is a dinner to make up for the Duke’s… misgivings in the entrance ceremony and that the rest of the Shehzadi are not too pleased with him, this whole event was a bit too much.”

“While I respect your decisive and magnanimous decisions, Shehzadi Mayet had taken it a step too far. I personally apologise for Duke Lorenzo’s words but drawing your blade and throwing daggers at Caesonian nobility in-front of me, representing the Danrose royalty. Her punishment is too light. There were many things I overlooked tonight, but this… I cannot.”

“I also understand you would dole out punishment for your own, please understand we are in Caesonian land. Under our laws, drawing your blade against another, especially that of nobility, carries a serious crime... The Law tends to not discriminate.” He looked deeply into the Sultan’s eyes, ascertaining his reaction. The very least he could do is not have his family stand for blatant threats directed at their own citizens.

Vigil of the Faithful (Anime-Inspired Exorcist RP)

Jin (진)

대한성공회 (Daehanseong-Gonghoe)

프리스트-엑소시스트 - Exorcist of the Anglican Church of Korea

	NAME: Jin Dak-Ho (진 닥-호) ______________ AGE: 31 ______________ HEIGHT: 6'0" ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: September 5th, 1941 ______________ FAITH: PROTESTANT ______________ NATIONALITY: South Korean ______________

PERSONALITY
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Jin always portrays himself with a smile. Usually a soft, gentle smile can be found on his face not too dissimilar to that of a patient parent. He is very gentle and soft-spoken, always having a kind word to say to people around him. Jin is not prone to anger, in-fact it seems nigh-impossible to truly rile him up (atleast, if you're human). He is considered an oddity amongst his fellow exorcist, considering his line of work and how it can, eventually, mentally and physically degrade any man. At the very least, the Korean has a seemingly endless amount of mental fortitude.

Jin is one of the few exorcists in South Korea as the prominence of Protestant churches were very low at the time. Many visibly recoil when they see a priest with many scars and gashes on him- his most prominent one a large gash over his left eye (The eye still remains fully functional, however). He meets their reactions with a hearty chuckle and usually jokes about it- whether stating that he was an ex-convict or was part of a bike gang ((Kkhangpae (깡패)) Jin does have connections with the Korean Mafia due to his skills). That said, he uses clothing to cover up as much of the scars as he can (even using an eyepatch at times to hide his largest gash). This is because Jin has some reservations about his scars stemming from the stigma in South Korea in regards to personal beauty.

Underneath, Jin has some misgivings with his faith. Ultimately he believes in God's visions and plans. He's even waved away all the natural and man-made suffering that plagues the world. His faith, at times, can be shaken by the unnatural sufferings that occur. After five or so years of exorcisms, seeing all those whose suffered causes his heart to ache. He believes that none deserve to suffer from daemons, and wonders why a kind, benevolent God would allow such preternatural suffering to occur to his followers.

Currently Jin's small chapel houses a few orphaned kids, many stemming from demonic incidents, some from broken homes or rough lives. Perhaps it was to assuage his guilt of failing to protect the kids or due to misgivings of his faith, he wasn't sure. One seemed intent on following his footsteps, much to his worry.

EQUIPMENT
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- Consecrated Iron Batons: Jin wears these batons in a reverse grip. He uses it to fight defensively, it burns and sears daemons who come into contact with it. It is a simple iron baton blessed by his church and has been his main weapon of choice in close-quarters since beginning his exorcisms.

- Colt Paterson: A gun given to Jin by his clergy. He wasn't privy to the inner specifics on how it was forged and made- just what it is capable of. The design is plain other than an etching of 'Psalm 27:1' on the grip. The silver bullets it carries can harm and potentially kill daemons and other supernatural creatures given a good enough shot. Jin usually has it holstered on his hip. Jin maintains it on a (needlessly) daily basis.

- Vials of Holy Water/Oil: Small vials of holy water and oil blessed by his church (or himself if short on time). They hang on his belt. The use is simple enough, throw on a daemon or similar supernatural beings if need-be.

- Sawed-off shotgun: Imported from the US by his church to assist in his activities since he has requested more fire power after the Mexico operation. Has made bullets with melted sanctified/holy silver.

His request for even heavier ordinance is currently in review.

CAPACITY
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Jin's first few years as an exorcist was bloody, to say the least. His inexperience and naivety had led to many near-death experiences. As such, he's built up a large tolerance for pain (during this period); his pain threshold is higher than most normal humans. It would take an inordinate amount of pain to get him to scream out in agony.

Jin's fighting style is mainly based on speed due to his lithe frame. His weapons are used to block (while simultaneously hurting daemons) while retreating and counterattacking. This is due to personal experience, as he thinks it folly to overpower a daemon as opposed to using speed to outmaneuver. He is adept at using his own, rather unorthodox style, baton. He can also turn to a normal grip to extend his reach but lower his defense. To supplement his short reach is his Colt- he has near-perfect aim on despite being an older type of gun.

Jin has memorized multiple exorcism chants and can recite it at a quick pace. So far, he's had alot of success with the exorcisms found in 'Rituale Romanum'. He has knowledge of turning water into holy water and can use it on the fly if needs be.

Within the country of South Korea, he is one of the few veteran exorcist and demonologist. He has had more than a few run ins with Dokkaebis, Gwisins, Yogoes and similar creatures that seemed to originate within his own country. He has also been called into other countries to assist or deal with supernatural creatures. He has extensive knowledge of these creatures characteristics, habits, and weaknesses. This makes his skills valued and demanded all over the country and even overseas at times, which expands his knowledge-base even further causing a cycle.

Vigil of the Faithful (Anime-Inspired Exorcist RP)

Jin (진)

대한성공회 (Daehanseong-Gonghoe)

프리스트-엑소시스트 - Exorcist of the Anglican Church of Korea

	NAME: Jin Dak-Ho (진 닥-호) ______________ AGE: 31 ______________ HEIGHT: 6'0" ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: September 5th, 1941 ______________ FAITH: PROTESTANT ______________ NATIONALITY: South Korean ______________

PERSONALITY
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Jin always portrays himself with a smile. Usually a soft, gentle smile can be found on his face not too dissimilar to that of a patient parent. He is very gentle and soft-spoken, always having a kind word to say to people around him. Jin is not prone to anger, in-fact it seems nigh-impossible to truly rile him up (atleast, if you're human). He is considered an oddity amongst his fellow exorcist, considering his line of work and how it can, eventually, mentally and physically degrade any man. At the very least, the Korean has a seemingly endless amount of mental fortitude.

Jin is one of the few exorcists in South Korea as the prominence of Protestant churches were very low at the time. Many visibly recoil when they see a priest with many scars and gashes on him- his most prominent one a large gash over his left eye (The eye still remains fully functional, however). He meets their reactions with a hearty chuckle and usually jokes about it- whether stating that he was an ex-convict or was part of a bike gang ((Kkhangpae (깡패)) Jin does have connections with the Korean Mafia due to his skills). That said, he uses clothing to cover up as much of the scars as he can (even using an eyepatch at times to hide his largest gash). This is because Jin has some reservations about his scars stemming from the stigma in South Korea in regards to personal beauty.

Underneath, Jin has some misgivings with his faith. Ultimately he believes in God's visions and plans. He's even waved away all the natural and man-made suffering that plagues the world. His faith, at times, can be shaken by the unnatural sufferings that occur. After five or so years of exorcisms, seeing all those whose suffered causes his heart to ache. He believes that none deserve to suffer from daemons, and wonders why a kind, benevolent God would allow such preternatural suffering to occur to his followers.

Currently Jin's small chapel houses a few orphaned kids, many stemming from demonic incidents, some from broken homes or rough lives. Perhaps it was to assuage his guilt of failing to protect the kids or due to misgivings of his faith, he wasn't sure. One seemed intent on following his footsteps, much to his worry.

EQUIPMENT
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- Consecrated Iron Batons: Jin wears these batons in a reverse grip. He uses it to fight defensively, it burns and sears daemons who come into contact with it. It is a simple iron baton blessed by his church and has been his main weapon of choice in close-quarters since beginning his exorcisms.

- Colt Paterson: A gun given to Jin by his clergy. He wasn't privy to the inner specifics on how it was forged and made- just what it is capable of. The design is plain other than an etching of 'Psalm 27:1' on the grip. The silver bullets it carries can harm and potentially kill daemons and other supernatural creatures given a good enough shot. Jin usually has it holstered on his hip. Jin maintains it on a (needlessly) daily basis.

- Vials of Holy Water/Oil: Small vials of holy water and oil blessed by his church (or himself if short on time). They hang on his belt. The use is simple enough, throw on a daemon or similar supernatural beings if need-be.

- Sawed-off shotgun: Imported from the US by his church to assist in his activities since he has requested more fire power after the Mexico operation. Has made bullets with melted sanctified/holy silver.

His request for even heavier ordinance is currently in review.

CAPACITY
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Jin's first few years as an exorcist was bloody, to say the least. His inexperience and naivety had led to many near-death experiences. As such, he's built up a large tolerance for pain (during this period); his pain threshold is higher than most normal humans. It would take an inordinate amount of pain to get him to scream out in agony.

Jin's fighting style is mainly based on speed due to his lithe frame. His weapons are used to block (while simultaneously hurting daemons) while retreating and counterattacking. This is due to personal experience, as he thinks it folly to overpower a daemon as opposed to using speed to outmaneuver. He is adept at using his own, rather unorthodox style, baton. He can also turn to a normal grip to extend his reach but lower his defense. To supplement his short reach is his Colt- he has near-perfect aim on despite being an older type of gun.

Jin has memorized multiple exorcism chants and can recite it at a quick pace. So far, he's had alot of success with the exorcisms found in 'Rituale Romanum'. He has knowledge of turning water into holy water and can use it on the fly if needs be.

Within the country of South Korea, he is one of the few veteran exorcist and demonologist. He has had more than a few run ins with Dokkaebis, Gwisins, Yogoes and similar creatures that seemed to originate within his own country. He has also been called into other countries to assist or deal with supernatural creatures. He has extensive knowledge of these creatures characteristics, habits, and weaknesses. This makes his skills valued and demanded all over the country and even overseas at times, which expands his knowledge-base even further causing a cycle.