Kensai

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world

I'm in.

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

Angry Young Woman

If you don't have a seat at the table, you're probably on the menu.

The Thousand-handed Scarlet Ghost

Tradition ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Akashic Brotherhood, Vajrapani Sect Spheres ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Life, Forces, Mind ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Man Jianghong Age 27 Outlook: Man Jianghong is angry. Angry with a system that doesn't acknowledge her existence, a world that couldn't care less, a universe shaped and run by wicked old men and stupid young ones. Man Jianghong isn't even her real name, it's the title of a poem written by a man who for all his valour and intelligence couldn't see his way through to bucking the system that was about to kill him. Not a lot of people get the irony involved here, but it's a good way to figure out who's an idiot. For all the foolishness in the world, though, there are people who get it. The ones in the Akasha, the voices that whisper to her, the ones that taught her the art of the breath when nobody else would. The ones who realised that here was someone who could show the world a different way. Never mind that she was a girl. Did that cross Avalokiteshvara's mind when they became Kuanyin? And sometimes, if a fool won't listen, you just have to punch him in the face until he will. That's a whole lot easier when you have a thousand fists to punch with. Call it comprehension through pugilation. One way or another, someday people will listen.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Man Jianghong used to be known as Ouyang Lan, a girl from an obscure rural village in Chaozhou province, China - a place remote and poor enough that even the Cultural Revolution hadn't touched it much. Because of that, her family - Wulong mages of an ancient lineage - had been able to hole up there, somewhat safe from the Technocracy's burgeoning hold over Chinese society. They got complacent though, and careless. Started training the heir to the line, Lan's brother. Demonstrating what could be done, and how. Underestimating just how savvy and persistent the Red Guards could be. They came through the village with both conventional and arcane arms. The Ouyang clan didn't stand a chance, and they knew it. Surrendered meekly and got sent for reeducation, instead of being executed out of hand. Having your frontal cortex burned out and your connection to the Akasha sundered forever wasn't as bad as death, if you were a coward. Lan had hidden away. The local fox spirits, vile things though they were, had even less love for the Technocracy than they had for human mages, and their leader was old and cunning. She could smell the incipient power in Lan, taste the strands of fate that tied the girl to the elder spirits. Made a bargain with them. The girl would live, have a chance to learn the secrets of the universe; the foxes would live, shielded from the Technocracy. Neither side had a lot of choice. It wasn't a great deal for anyone. But it worked. Ouyang Lan became Man Jianghong. The rest isn't history, but maybe someday it will be. Plot Hooks ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Man Jianghong is a scion of the Ouyang clan, whose main line still survives in exile. They aren't fully aware of her existence, and aren't likely to be best pleased if they discover the whole truth. She's obligated to the foxes of Chao'an, and if they decide to call on her help it would be hard and costly to say no.

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Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

The CS code seems to be broken. Misaligned tags and so on. I could fix it but I don't have a lot of spoons right now.

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

I'll be rolling with a member of the Akashic Brotherhood, specifically the Vajrapani sect.

Mage The Ascension: Illusion and Reality in the City of Sin

Hmm, interesting. I'd like in probably as a member of the Akashic Brotherhood or Celestial Chorus.

A Kingdom of Broken Names (Kensai x HyliaIncarnate)

Hey, sorry for the terrible delay. A bunch of stuff happened at home and I haven't had time or headspace to respond before.

A Kingdom of Broken Names (Kensai x HyliaIncarnate)

Estelle reached down and patted the flank of her horse as it whickered uneasily. "Papillon, easy," she whispered in its ear. "We're in no danger."

The tall blonde woman adjusted her seat, drawing herself up to her full, quite considerable height. "Greetings, damosel," she called out. Her voice rang low and clear through the air, perhaps a little louder than she'd intended. "I mean no harm. I am merely a traveller who has come many a mile."

Estelle dismounted by flinging her off leg over Papillon's shoulder, an easy graceful motion that nonetheless displayed both horsemanship and agility - a warning, if one were needed, that this was no soft noblewoman but someone who could trust both her steed and her skill in a pinch. Not likely to be necessary today, Estelle reflected with a wry inner smile, but it was a habit that had served her well among sellswords and bannerets alike.

She approached the young woman who'd greeted her, halting a couple of steps away - a distance, her warrior's eye measured, just out of reach of knife or dagger. She doffed her broad-brimmed riding hat, looked the woman in the eye - and felt the blood drain from her face as a thousand thoughts rushed through her mind. It took but a moment for her to regain her bearings - no, this could not be Lilith, and was not. A little shorter, a little sturdier, the eyes tinged with green rather than violet... but as close a twin to the woman she had devoted her life to as there might be in all creation.

"I... I am Estelle Sancerre," she stammered. "May I rest and water my horse a while? We'll be on our way once he's had a breather."

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Aurélie's expression turned grave, taking on the air of a venerable matron. "Ça suffit!" she hissed at Scott. "When you praise my work, you praise yourself for picking me. That is no praise at all, but boasting. Je suis déçu."

And almost as if summoned, the new pilot entered the briefing room, looking rather the worse for wear from his long flight in. Aurélie turned from Scott to face him, one hand smoothing back her ponytail - it would have flicked back an errant hair, but Aurélie did not permit errant hairs in her coiffure.

"Bonjour, Lieutenant Smith," she sniffed, using his name rather than his callsign. Her gaze flicked to the can of Monster in his hand. "If you require stimulants, ask the mess boys to make you some coffee, the way Captain Bouchard has it. They do not have the knack of it quite yet, but anything is better than that sewer water you have there."

@Rhona W@Hyperion338

the Alliance of Liberty City

Tag

Archetype: Vigilante
Name: Saburo Takamatsu
Alias: Tag
Age: 50ish, apparently.
Powers/Skills: Tag is a shinigami, an envoy of death. As such he can unerringly track down and enter the presence of any living sentient being on earth - and if it is their time to die, draw their soul out of their body and send it on its way. If it isn't, he cannot affect them other than through his own personal abilities. For what it's worth, he's a consummate martial artist with the proverbial "strength of a normal human being who engages in regular intensive exercise". Think Asian John Wick. He is also entirely immune to death himself; it's possible to damage or destroy his mortal shell, but he'll reincorporate in a day or two.
At a more mundane level, Tag is also an incredible detective/intelligence agent and has an impeccable sense of style. He's got that aloof charm, with an almost-hidden vulnerability beneath yet a core of deep strength. In other words, he's a romantasy love interest.
Weaknesses: He can't do that much against somebody who's not fated to die. When he faces such a foe, he's basically a street-level vigilante type.
Equipment: A cellphone and old-school rolodex. The former is just a cellphone (although he can make it do anything he needs it to do) but the latter holds a copy of The List. Yes, that list.
When he's expecting trouble, he will bring along a katana and a pair of SIG P365 pistols.
When he's expecting real trouble, he will bring a naginata and a HK416 assault rifle.
When the fecal matter is about to hit the ventilation device, he will bring any man-portable ordnance necessary.
Personality: Taciturn, brooding, surprisingly kind, implacable
Appearance:

He's played by Takeshi Kaneshiro

BRIEF Bio: Takamatsu Saburo was born sometime in the Edo era and became a shinigami sometime between then and now. Little else is known about him - perhaps even by himself. He doesn't talk about it (although apparently he does brood on it a lot).
Storylines: Narratively, he's season 1 Tuxedo Mask, so we're open for romance plotlines. for most intents and purposes, he's a mysterious stranger who appears from nowhere, knows too much, talks too little, kicks ass in a fight, and disappears after it's all over. He might have a combat peer in Queen of Gold who also has experience of living through centuries, so they might get along... or not.
Notes: Tag's not the only shinigami around - there's an entire hierarchy of them and a whole heavenly bureaucracy behind that, so that can be explored in due time. A lot of the others are way weirder than he is, like Oxhead and Horseface or the Black-and-White Duo. All psychopomps are essentially part of the shinigami corps.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

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Scott was spared having to relate his story, or reply to Ximena's other comments, as Aurelie arrived and immediate set to business, albeit with a charm and energy that was a pleasure to see in action. He nodded as he listened to her words, looking at the pictures as Ximena slid them over closer to where they both stood. As the frenchwoman finished her summary and Ximena chimed in, he nodded again.

"I agree with your assessment, Chevy. Combined with the results of searching through the belongings of our would-be saboteurs, it seems like they'd planned to knock out our air defences, and then launch an amphibious assault spearheaded by the helicopters and likely with air cover from their more capable aircraft".
Scott slid some other papers aside and moved some photos to where they could all see them, showing aerial views of what were clearly airbases with busy aprons and a lot of activity.
"These are from a recon satellite, taken within the last twelve hours. It seems like the Libyans are moving a lot of their air and naval assets to the northern part of the country, barring some for keeping their borders secure. Seems to me that this is a prelude to a larger offensive as well."
He shifted the photos around and laid out a blow-up of one of them, centered on a number of large, boxy aircraft.
"I'm particularly concerned about these - Tu-22 Blinders. They're old aircraft; sure. But they can carry very long range missiles, and a heavy bombload to boot. With a screen of fighters, they could prove to be an issue, and even attack southern Italy, let alone here. And, it seems like command agrees with me, as we've been tasked to conduct strikes on those airfields and naval bases as a preliminary move to an N/UN assault. But, we can't move against them until we've eliminated the immediate threat to our own safety, which is the forces stationed at Lampedusa and the AD protecting them. However, in our favour; we have a new plane and its' crew arriving-" He checked his watch "- any time now to bring us up to numbers even more. Kitten is also on her way back from the hospital, and both her and my aircraft are ready for action."
He picked up his tablet and tapped the screen, sending the information on the newly arriving pilots and their aircraft so that they others could see it.
"As for the question of how we should approach this, well; the risk may be higher for making the assault while the helos are grounded due to the air defences, but Jefe is right; the risk of damage to the facilities and infrastructure here is much less, and we're better off making the first move and seizing the opportunity while we have it than waiting. We at least know where their air defences are located thanks to the recon flight you and Peacenik pulled off, which gives us an advantage in mission planning to take them out"
A firm smile settled on his lips as he nodded across at Aurelie.
"What's your thoughts, Captain? I think we stand a good chance if we split into two sections with one focused on the SEAD mission and attacking the airfield at Lampedusa, while the other takes care of the helicopters on Linosa and any naval shipping that's escaped the port. I'd like you to command one of those flights".

@Rhona W

Aurélie favoured Scott with a crooked smile that had broken hearts on three continents. "Mais oui!" she said. "We shall seize the initiative. I would be honoured to lead the SEAD flight. My Papillon is ideal for that mission, and I would like on my wing the lower observable members of the squadron. If possible - " she thought for a moment, then snapped the names off from memory " - Valkyrie with her Gripen, Sparrow with her Typhoon, and one more."

She switched her gaze to Ximena. The smile was still on her lips but it no longer reached her eyes. Blue like the skies when you burst through the clouds. Holding the contact a moment longer than comfortable or polite.

"That one more, I would like to be you, Lieutenant Huang. I most eagerly await to see what you can do in your Raptor."