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Risk Keen

Risherasja "Risk" Keen

Killer

Name: Risherasja "Risk" Keen

Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 49.8 kg
Age: 28 biological years
Race/Species: Human

Tier/Influence: 1 (self); Risk is a human. He likes to kill things.

Group(s): N/A

Appearance:

Personality: Risk is a sarcastic, caustic and at times abusive man. He feels like he lost his chance at greatness, and ever since he was young he has had this odd fascination with pain, suffering, and death. He straddles the line between pathetic and sociopathic. One might mistake Risk for mild-mannered, but if there's blood in the air, real or metaphorical, the change he undergoes is dramatic. If there is anybody whom you do not want on your bad side, it's Risk.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

• ^{( 1 )} Dissect -- Risk has a morbid fascination and uncanny intuition for cutting open and dismantling living things. Merely the act of cutting, rending, tearing, and unmaking.

Items:

• ^{( 1 )} Medical Scalpel -- A mildly rusty scalpel found while rummaging through hospital garbage disposal. Has since been polished using cloth and also semi-sharpened. The scalpel has been fitted to a custom case that contains the cloth and whetstone to maintain the blade. To the average observer, it appears to be a glasses case.

History: Risk was born into a happy family. He was inspired by the acts of galactic heroes that were all over the media. So when one such hero visited his town, he was eager to grasp at becoming one of the heroes he so desperately admired. However, this particular hero was assassinated by an arch-nemesis, in the act of giving Risk a firm handshake and some words of kindly advice. The happy family procured trauma counselling for young Risk, though he seldom attended. However, there did occur a marked increase in the boy's inclination to go wandering alone by himself in the wilderness for long stretches of the day. His grades suffered, and he neglected to finish his formal education. Risk now works as a janitor at a bar, off-world from where he grew up. He considers his story to be unremarkable, seemingly unaware of the ramifications of his actions and experiences during his youth. And still, Risk tends to roam, the way he did as a young boy...

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JORDAN'S BACK!

BACK AGAIN!

GONNA BEAT

ALL THE KIDS!

(Yeah, I've honestly got a lot more invested in Manilow than Jideh at this point. Maybe things will get better? Shrug. I hope so. Mostly I'm wondering what his reactions will be to meeting the rest of the students.)

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@Zelosse

Jordan woke at the usual time.

Rolling out of bed, he thumped to the floor, face flaring in pain. "Oh happy day." Jordan's room was still shadowy and gray, and as he drew himself up into a facsimile of standing position, a beam of light shot over the horizon and flashed in his eyes. Grumbling faintly, he rummaged through his bedside table and found his toothbrush. Plucking a few remaining items and wrapping a towel around his neck, he made for the door.

As he was opening the door, Jordan's foot happened to be in the right place at the wrong time, and he-

"Son of a bitch!" Jordan yelled, dropping his things and reaching for his injured toe. Cradling his foot in the doorway, Jordan whimpered. She did a number on me, that's for damn sure. Jordan coughed, dropped his foot and gathered up his things. He had a full day ahead of him.

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A half-day, actually, as the note on the door of his office helpfully informed him. He'd also spotted a notice on the Headmaster's door. Hadn't bothered to read it though, since he could do that when he was actually fully alive. The short walk to the Hot Springs had helped, in that the still cold morning air had made his breath cloud ahead of him, and in the early morning wakefulness came at the behest of exposure to the elements, or so his drill sergeant had so stolidly proclaimed all those years ago.

Jordan was still reminiscing on the arduous task of pulling whole logs through mud and sleet in torrential downpours when he absent-mindedly wandered over to the baths. Setting down his towel and other amenities, Jordan stripped down. Based on the assumption that there were still no students awake at this hour and the knowledge of the scheduling for the hot springs which he used regularly, Jordan could go naked in the hot springs without any real worry of being seen. He could still feel the aftereffects of his old injury and his muscles were taut and raw.

Jordan sank down into the water with a contented sigh, feeling the heat work its way through his bones. He might not be a huge fan of water when trying to wield sand, but he could appreciate the beauty of the Hot Springs every morning he had a soak in one. Jordan was about to close his eyes when he spotted something odd floating nearby. Did somebody leave a towel behind? In the middle of the pool? A faint sense of recognition dawned on Jordan and he lay his head back and exhaled slowly.

"Hey Kano."

That must have been what the note was about, Jordan realized, as he'd known the Headmaster to frequent the Hot Springs on several occasions. He simply hadn't ever accounted for the fact that their schedules might overlap. A long silence fell.

"Did you see my-"

Jordan cut himself off, and decided to be on his best behaviour. Despite the relaxing nature of the steamy waters, an uneasy awareness spread over him at the realization that he was very much at the mercy of Kano, should the Headmaster decide that Jordan was acting too brash. Which of course, reminded him of the note he'd received before the Night Run. Which reminded him again of the Night Run, and what had happened during. Damn, but I am good at pissing off people who can mop the floor with me.

"I'm going to beat the pulp out of a student again. Thought you should know. Figured if anybody's going to be cleaning up after me, they could do with some warning in advance. He's a real hot-head. Reminds me of myself. Of course, if he keeps picking fights with teachers, he'll soon realize exactly what happens when you bite off more than you can chew."

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Jideh hummed contentedly as he leaned on Kanako, feeling her added warmth pleasantly against his neck and side. Beginning to take careful steps, the twinges in his feet and legs subsiding gradually. The night air was cool, but as breezes rustled the trees and disturbed the fog, Jideh felt relaxed. Sure, they'd been attacked, but all the evidence seemed to indicate the older students knew what they were doing.

Constructs made of earth? Could the same thing be done with plants? Are they creating artificial life? Can I create artificial life?!

Probably not. Seemed like the sort of thing you'd get kicked out of the Academy for; accidentally creating a new species of animal never before seen on the planet. After all, elemental powers were hardly a new phenomena but as far as Jideh knew, there hadn't been a zoological explosion when people had first begun to develop the powers.

"Kanako, you smell nice." Jideh immediately blushed, realizing he had spoken without thinking, his mind elsewhere. He chuckled nervously, and decided to shift the subject before things got uncomfortable. "I think the fountain's up ahead. See where the trees thin out?"

@Hammerman

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Jideh took Kanako's hand and smiled woozily.

"We were supposed to go to-" Jideh burped, and then his stomach growled. Ouch... "-To the fountain right?" The boy started rubbing his legs, to massage feeling into them. A slight hiss escaped his clenched teeth as he felt the pins and needles rushing down his legs to the bases of his feet.

In what would have almost certainly been a drunken stupor, had he not been absolutely certain he was sober, Jideh accidentally slipped onto Kanako's shoulder.

"Sorry 'bout that. Think I overdid it..." Jideh paused, blinked a couple times, and breathed out slowly. "Maybe we should make for the dorms? Or the fountain? What do you think?" Jideh leaned back clumsily, looking down at Kanako, a questioning look in his eyes.

@Hammerman

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I'll be honest mates. For what it was, I think the Night Run went fine at least for my two characters. I did some fun stuff with Jordan, and Jideh's only petered out insofar as I was busy IRL and assumed (after checking back) that @Hammerman was waiting for me. And I... Ran out of ideas. XD I am fully behind starting a fresh new day, and would love that beat the shit out of Felix XD. And Jideh still hasn't met most of his classmates so that's gotta happen.

I'm still on board my fellow students!

-Kalleth

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@Zelosse



Essentially;

As you know, Professor Manilow is snoozing.

And Jideh now is too. Either my partner, whom I do not deserve, (Love you @Hammerman, but I'm no good for you! ;( ) will decide to help me out, or I'll wait for the time skip, and amusingly awake in the forest, barring any other players discovering Jideh. He's lying a short distance from where he was ambushed.

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Jideh sat up, his head foggy. The forest was still foggy too, unless he was imagining the wetness of the air against his cheek. Brushing his hair out of his eyes Jideh grunted and tried to stand up. He was supposed to be completing the midnight run, and he needed to find the fountain. The evil senior students seemed to have let him alone for the time being, and given his utter inability to feel his feet, or focus on anything more than half a foot from his face, Jideh could (or rather couldn't) see why.

"Hello?"

Jideh was tempted to give up and try to find a way back to the dorms for a shower and an actual nap. Maybe raid the pantry while he was at it. His first night hadn't gone particularly well all things told, and he desperately needed sleep. Jideh never had seen the fun in stuff like this. It usually ended with him exhausted and feeling used, or at the very least underwhelmed.

"Kanako? Did you leave or-"

Jideh cut himself off and tried to stand again. His feet were blocks of pins and needles, which made standing a taxing proposition. Hmm. He decided to lie back, and wait for the fogs to roll away from his brain. One of two things would rouse him;

Dawn, or another human being.

@Hammerman

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"I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide."