Inertia

Katekyo Hitman Reborn RP

I too shall putt down tentative interest (Mist/Lightning maybe).

Starkissed

@RedXCross

Welcome back buddy
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Devil's Runners

It seemed like the third choice had won by majority, Kian agreed that all three choices were viable with it's own set of advantages and disadvantages. Whatever the case they were given just about ten minutes to prepare. As he stepped back from the 'briefing' table he rolled his shoulders, a familiar bony crack echoed silently through the hollow halls, before he sauntered over to his equipment. At this point it was all muscle memory on what he carries on his person, smiling melancholically as he stared at his mask. With a careful hand he slowly unwrapped the bandages around his head grimacing slightly as he met his eyes on a glassy surface; the familiar hum and pale glow irritating him more than it should have. With a tepid sigh he snapped his gaze away, and jogged up to his crew whom were about ready to leave.

The Doctor didn't seem to be amongst the slowly forming group at the entrance. A bead of sweat ran down from his temple to his cheek but it couldn't be helped, and after a huff he followed. It'll be fine, we'll be alright, Kian reassured himself, patting his emergency medicinal supplies that Loki made them carry just in case Doc couldn't get to you fast enough.

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The individuals who had hired them weren't exactly welcoming, and showed open hostility towards the Runners, which wasn't a very safe thing to do all things considered. He eyed John's hand slowly etching his hand to his holstered weapon, pat his shoulder and shook his head slowly. A trigger finger from either side would've just started something that they would rather not get into seeing as the other group did specifically request of them. Luckily it didn't end up as such and they were shepherded into to a chief wearing a not so pristine suit, Kian questioned this with a slightly quizzical look, he gets the purpose of a suit but doesn't it limit your movement to what basically is a crawl in this lands. He didn't voice his thoughts and chose to listen instead, following them.

"Shh. Wanna buy some torches?" Newt called out, opening her jacket like a drug dealer from before the fall.

"I'll take one, I'll share some of hidden peach stash with you later." he called out in an amused tone, shooting her a short smile before holding his hand out for one.

Devil's Runners

Kian dreamt of a time before, before everything happened. It was a simpler times, sure Kian had problems like every other person in the world but he didn't know how good he had it. In a heartbeat he would trade his past selves problems to his present self, but what can you say live and learn. He was stuck with the now, and what better way to face it than with a smile? That's what his parents would have wanted of him eitherway. His dream wasn't some grand old fantasy, it was him just conversing with his parents, discussing whether he should move to a dorm or stay with them, how simpler times just seem more mundane but unreachable in this day and age.

In his stupor he was shook awake by an echoing metallic clank, the book 'In Search of Lost Time' fell off his face and onto the stony floor. In panic he grabbed the book but a page was scratched on a loose jagged rock, Ah, well atleast it looks more grizzled and authentic now he thought, trying to hide his pain at damaging what once was a mint condition book. Well it was mostly his fault for choosing to sleep on the rather uncomfortable chair. His eye whizzed to life as he got up, Kian clicked his tongue at the unintentional usage, choosing to wrap the bandages around it tighter before turning it off.

"Wake up you lazy bunch. We've got work to do! You have 5 minutes to get ready for briefing."

He patted the floors for his helmet and slung it on his arm before moving towards the briefing table, his scarf draping lazily behind him. He eyed Konstantin and shot him a genuine look of concern. As soon as he arrived he pat Konstantin's back, "You alright buddy?" he said shooting him a warm smile.

Taking a look at Ashur, or Loki, "Hey boss." he expressed, shooting her the same smile, "What's the situation?"

Devil's Runners

@6slyboy6

If my vote counts, yes, it really helps with collabs and some questions without having to rely too much on posting too much on OOC or PM.

Devil's Runners

Hi, been asked to join this roleplay, pleased to make your acquaintances.

Devil's Runners

Deadeye

"Deadeye"



^{"Right between the eyes."}

Name: Kian Dresden
Nickname: Deadeye
Age: 22

Appearance:

Kian always dons his winter coat over his shoulders. Much like above he adores that flimsy thing for some reason. Underneath his mask is a smooth jawline'd face, some called it good looks, and others haven't, who knows. His most stand out feature are his darkset, sharp orange eyes that seem to pierce right through you. His left eye has a scar that runs down from his eyebrow to his cheekbones, this is also his augmented eye which glows a dull white when in use, he tends to keep this eye closed when he has no need for it. Otherwise his other features that make him standout is his relatively pale complexion, complemented by his stark white hair.

A trademark he always has on him is his short navy blue scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. The rest of his apparel is relatively normal, loose jeans for sprinting and tight upper clothes with a bullet vest.

Personality:

⌘ Unwavering Optimism: Kien is one of the few optimist left in this desolate world. He somehow finds the silver lining, a different perspective when bad things occur, no matter how grim. He would be the guy that says an empty glass is just "waiting to be filled." A smile is always usually plastered against his pale complexion. This is a double edged sword at times, usually making him look more naive than others.
⌘ Battle Trance: When the situation turns bad/serious, he dons an almost apathetic facade. His voice loses its usual happy go-lucky attitude and becomes cold and deep. He talks alot less, only talking if key information needs to be communicated. His eyes also becomes half-lidded, allowing Kien to focus all of his attention onto the mission at hand.
⌘ Mediator: Verbal spats tend to occur around the 'Devil's Runners', Kian would be the first at the scene to try and deescalate the situation. Even if it doesn't always work he still tries, if he didn't who would.
⌘ Knowledgeable: Kian tends to read anything tangible he can get his hands on, as such he has accumulated alot of knowledge both useful and trivial. This can help him in his personal customization of his weapons/armour.

Background:

Kien was born to parents who adored the ways of the past. Be it from old tales of the older century, of knights, samurai, vikings, they were absolutely rapt in these ancient stories. In an age of technological advance where everyone quickly forgoed the past, they stuck to it like tree sap. This fascination even extended to weaponry of old, katanas, rapiers, and especially the crossbow. Kien in particular had a liking towards the crossbow.

Kien's parents were both excellent marksmen, being able to hit targets from an extremely impressive distance. However it wouldn't be a stretch to call Kien a prodigy, he was soon able to surpass his parents and rose above and beyond what any kid should have. For some peculiar reason the symbol of the goat was always present, logo on his sleeves and crossbow.

It wasn't until that incident that Kien would be forced to up the antsy of his masterful use of the crossbow. He survived the destruction of Enoh, and with his own eyes witnessed his own parents demise infront of him during the initial panic, his parents last breaths pleaded with him not to blame himself and live on happily. This was a dark time for Kien, he fell into a put of self loathing and apathy. In this period he took less then savory jobs. It took him near a decade of self-discovery to process and internalize his parents final wish for him, in present he tries to atone for this in his own ways, and trying to help individuals as much as he could. During this period he hones his skill near to mastery.

A few months have passed, and whilst doing some oddjobs he had a run in with the Devil Runners and somehow was able to impress them with his own marksmanship, and would eventually joined them. He joined as their eyes, and cover during missions.

Pros:

⌘ Eye transplant: After the incident with his parents Kien was surgically implanted with an artificial left eye. With this eye he's able to see wide and far distances easily, allowing him to provide invaluable reconnaissance for his team. It also helps augment his already superb marksmanship. This eye glows a dull white when in usage.
⌘ Marksmanship: His most noteworthy skill is his marksmanship, he had earned the name 'Deadeye', and has pinpoint accuracy on his crossbow, and to some degree his AUG aswell. The runners tend to depend on him as their cover when running missions.
⌘ Close-Mid Quarters Combat: He's no stranger to a close-mid range battle, particularly when his location had been compromised. He's not on the same level of his other teammates but he is able to fend off an odd pursuer or two if time calls for it. He has personally received a few lessons on CQC from Loki.

Quirks:

⌘ Naivety: His optimism sometimes clouds his judgement, he can make odd calls here and there when he feels pity for the enemy (particularly if they're human). He chooses to see good in alot of people when time and time again this has proven to be false. This also extends to hard calls that have to be made at times.
⌘ Touchy about his 'fake' eye: Because it reminds him of his parents untimely deaths, he closes his left eye when not in use of it. When others comment on his eye he gets uncharacteristically irritable, and wears a glare on his face. He also gets silent and defensive during this time, and after being left by himself for a few hours he can go back to his normal self.

Habits:

⌘ Collecting old relics: A habit instilled by his parents that has stuck was his odd fascination with anything relating to the time before the destruction. He goes out of his way to find relics, and usually spends a considerable amount of his personal sum to trade for them. His quarters is full of things from the past.
⌘ Bonecracking: When he needs to think of anything that he deems serious he has an unconscious nervous tick of cracking his bones like his fingers, or neck.

Equipment:

⌘ Gas Mask: [Seen in the appearance] As per the norm, Kien also carries around a gas mask for safety reasons.
⌘ Crossbow: [Reference] His most prized crossbow, lovingly named 'Ashes and Bones'
⌘ Tavor: [Reference] A small, lightweight assault rifle for when his crossbow doesn't cut it.
⌘ Bullet Proof Vest: He wears it just in case it would be for use, and it's light enough to be able to sprint in.
⌘ Army Knife: Used as a last resort alongside his CQC as a last resort in really closed quarters skirmishes.

Relations/Initial impressions:

⌘ Ashur:

"Classic Mrs Sadist, loves to inflict pain, I think. Her leadership is otherwise extremely noteworthy. I don't know how she manages everyone and make them stand in line, pretty impressive stuff. I think she's out to get me for my crossbow."

⌘ Rue:

"The youngest, and pretty much the one that stirs up the most trouble back at home. She's an interesting little thing, she's got a knack for chemistry like Flamel. I find her to be one of the hardest to get a conversation going. In mission she sings an entirely different tune, she's a great shot, and she covers you notably well."

⌘ Klaus:

"I mean I get his nickname is speed, but hearing and seeing are very two different things; needless to say, dude's fast. He's mostly a tad overprotective, kinda like a bear actually; he's kinda like the big brother I never had. Other than that we have a mutual interest towards each others weapons, the drawing weight of his bow is nothing to be scoffed at, it's impressive how he can handle it in dangerous situations. Other than that I've offered to teach him how to handle a simple handgun for emergency purposes."

⌘ Sidney:

"Sidney? She really reminds me of Ashur at times, except more exlosivey than sadist. She's pretty much the frontline when it comes to missions, and I wouldn't dispute it, the frontline is a damned harsh place but she gets the job done."

⌘ John:

"Good ol' John, he's pretty much the grizzled war vet that keeps everyone grounded. It's not always a bad thing, but he also tends to do it when good things occur; calling him a skeptic isn't too far off. His criticisms always uhhm, yeah they sting but it's the harsh truth, in these days i'd rather have the hard truth than a comforting lie cause it just might be the difference between living and dying."

⌘ Russel:

"Our very own medic, i'd be lying if I said everyone in runners hasn't visited this guy more than once. I've seen his handiwork first hand in the field, and it's not the most beautiful thing but it gets the job done even if it hurts alot in the meantime; nevertheless it's reassuring to have him present."

⌘ Vadri:

"Vadri is well adjusted all things considered. I think I can count on her to mediate if I'm not around or sleeping, or something. She's a good listener too, she almost never interrupts you when you talk and provides a good opinion at the end. Glad she has my back."

⌘ Liam:

"We get along relatively well cause' we both read, he tends to borrow a book or two from me from time to time and when time allows it we can discuss some books we liked. We do butt heads on occasion at times, but that's easily water under the bridge and we get along surprisingly well."

⌘ Konstantin:

"One of the two resident chemists in devils runners. When my eye acts up he really doesn't ask much questions aside from the general ones which is very appreciated. Flamel is dealing with everything happening as much as the next guy, and he doesn't really try to hide it so respect to that. Overall he's a good guy that has your back behind the scenes."

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

@Inertia Wow this was a year ago. I still miss it *voice cracks*

@POOHEAD189

*chokes self on words*

Yeah holy crap the initial intro posts were great, I wanted that Witcher and others interaction dude. Damn such a great concept.

Starkissed

Telrakh Clan:

-Razed by an unknown clan and extinct.
A great clan once known for their mastery of the sword, it was once said that they danced through the battlefields and decimated their enemies in swift stride. Their skill with the sword was said to be graceful, almost divine. They did not like outsiders as they greatly feared their sword art would be copied and muddied by outsiders, due to this they did not socialise or trade with other clans. This also meant that they had no pacts and treaties with surrounding tribes, choosing to be elusive than hospitable.

Despite their tremendous skill with the sword they were taken by surprise by an unknown enemy with unknown fighting styles, what the enemy lacked in skill they made up for in thrice the numbers, and with the Telrakh having no allies, the village was razed and fell. Their own hubris led to their untimely demise.
Many died in the initial onslaught, however the scant few that survived were taken and tortured to reveal their secrets, astoundingly none broke, and their secrets died with them.

Taltrus struggles to recall his old tribe but always felt a pang of melancholic nostalgia around the sweet smell of citrus, and the calming smell of green pastures.

Starkissed

@Mae

Taltrus' clan is missing from the extinct tribes :)