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Hey, someone in that roleplay had a mask wearing character too! Not for the same reasons, obviously, but still, weird coincidence.

**Name:** Indigo Kafka **Age:** 17 **Gender:** M **Race:** Human **Weapon:** [Shitty diagram](http://i.imgur.com/6gI2MP2.png?1) "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. **Specialty:** He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. **Semblance:** He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. **Personality:** Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... **Color:** Navy blue [#0405ac] [**Emblem:** A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. ](https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1nijTX6arHA/VMPaoFQLhOI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PUfCEFfSV44/w392-h400-no/Symbols%2B-%2BIndigo.png) **Appearance:** [Indie ](https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aq--J2PXROI/VMPaoOh-UEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PcpgRaesT_k/w273-h508-no/Warriors%2B-%2BIndigo%2BKafka.png)is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs. (Sucks you can't use spoiler tags in this version of guild. I like spoiler-ing my CS posts so they don't crowd the OOC.)

I'm new here, but that doesn't mean I won't give it my all! That is to say, I am very interested.

"D-do we have to?" Dee asked, face flushing and gaze averted. Sure it wasn't implicitly romantic or anything, but still, there was that subtle inkling, and Dee didn't like it. "I mean, I'm a natural fighter! I could take these stupid little creatures in like, five second." Deep down though, she knew that training with the new weapon would be important, and she'd need the help of all the keybladers or whatever they were called. She begrudgingly stood up and grabbed the hand of the most recent boy to accept what's his face's terms, still blushing madly and not looking at anyone directly.

Huh. That looks... kinda cool, actually. I've never seen RWBY, so I'm gonna check the wiki. In any case, you may have some new blood add to your metaphorical gene pool.

Ravio sneaked down the hall with as much deftness as possible so as not to disturb the tranquility of the area. Luckily, his quietness payed off, as he heard the thump sound of bare feet hitting wooden floor. He quickly speed-tiptoed up to the door of which he heard it, and took a peak through one of the few small holes door... and promptly averted his gaze. His hood was up, but Ravio was at least 90 percent sure that Ms. M wasn't wearing anything. A quick glance couldn't discern anything else because of his preoccupation on a certain figure, so he decided listening in on the conversation would be the much less embarrassing option. He took down his hood and crouched down, placing his ear against the door and setting his sack down gently. He heard... was that the fairy from earlier? Hm. She regarded- Midna! That was her name, yeah, Midna. Anyways, she and Midna needed to talk, and Midna insulted her before getting down to business, seemingly. Interesting. Ravio assumed Zant was in another room, so he needed to watch out. He carefully rooted through his bag to see if there was anything good for espionage. Various rods, a boomerang, a hammer, a bow, some arrows, bombs and matches, a hookshot... Hm. The boomerang could incapacitate the target, if he was quick enough. Ravio grabbed the boomerang out of his inventory. He was sure he wouldn't need it Zant was surely asleep by now, or at least in a state of relaxation that would allow him to ignore these small noises- but still, couldn't hurt to be safe. Ravio once again resumed spying on the Twilight Princess an the Fairy.

Yeah, that haven't posted in a while, I don't think.

How about something simplistic, like "The Island in the Sky"? Or, like you said, "Mimiga Story"

Hm. Never seen a Cave Story RP before. Needless to say this seems very interesting. I'm in.

Matt sighed to himself as the two vigilantes before him helped pulverize the thugs while simultaneously working out a time for first dates. He always felt left out, yaknow? Being a super young solo hero was hard, since most actual heroes could, like, actually buy an HQ and not be constantly pestered about the whereabouts of their parents. He resolved to take out his building anger and self-pity on the thugs before him. there were like, ten left. That'd be enough to sate his bloodlust. Probably. Matt stowed his rifle back inside his leg and picked up a metallic pipe off the ground. He could use his blade, but that would most likely end up killing the mooks. Then he couldn't get the word out and then he wouldn't be recognized and then everyone wouldn't love him! That was not a future he wanted to live. So he picked up a basic improvised weapon and stared down the remaining mafia henchman with a cocky grin. "I'm Deathlok. Iron Heir, if you're a fan of legacy. Prepare to get your asses whooped." Matt said as he rocketed towards the miniature hoard of cannonfodder, pipe swung wildly, destroying most of the teeth in the vicinity and leaving all targets laying on the floor, groaning with pain. It was odd not breathing heavily after this. Not breathing in general was pretty weird. It disallowed him feeling completely human, even though he was in and of himself, a visage of humanness. He turned towards the two others in the ware house not writhing on the floor in pain or unconscious. "So, nice one guys. Who are you, by the way? I'm Deathlok and slash or Iron Heir. It changes a lot. Anyways, Are either of you part of a team, or like, have any connections for a young paragon of heroism such as my self?"