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Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

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HXH: Those Who Are Hunted. (A small group)

Name: Magde
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Occupation: Scavanger

Personality: Magde is very hot headed. She is almost always irritated in some regard but that mostly stems from her hatred of her own homeland. She is usually alright to interact with though albeit easy to annoy. She may seem very rough and grumpy at first glance, but if you walk up to her and actually engage in conversation she can actually be quite a nice person. Just for your own sake do not mention her height, that is a surefire way to get on her shit list even if it's only as a minor offender. But if you really want to piss her off good then you'd use the word freak, Magde hates the word and everything it entails, and god help you if you use that word to describe her. If you are a friend she'll still be extremely upset if you use the word, even describing her as freakishly strong would piss her off to a great degree. She hates arrogant people, even if they have the power to back up their boasts she dislikes the fact that they see themselves as greater beings. Also if she witnesses someone hurting a dog she'll probably try and subtract their head from their shoulders.

Appearance: Magde is a towering colossus standing at an astronomical 7 feet and 5 inches and weighing almost 300lbs. She has a fairly shapely figure but nothing overly exaggerated, she is also fairly muscular but this is only visible when she is actively working her muscles or flexing. Her hair is normally its natural black colour but she may dye it from time to time, it extends down to just above her shoulders where her hair sits neatly. Magde eyes are a soft pink colour contrasting her size and abrasive personality. Most of the flesh on Magde's torso excluding her collar and neck is horribly scarred, this scarring also goes along most of her left thigh and past the keen on her right leg. Her shoulders are also covered in this scarred tissue but it stops about half way down her bicep, she wears long clothes to hide her unsightly skin. Aside from it being slightly different in texture it doesn't hurt that much or effect her movement.

Backstory: Magde is an orphan of Meteor city she was left by her parents before she was able to crawl. She hates her parents for leaving her but has no drive to try and find them. She was picked up by a group of debris scavengers a whole 24 hours after she was left for dead. From the young age of 6 she worked with them picking up and moving massive amounts of scrap and rubbish. She did very well and they people she worked for decided to give her a companion, Magde didn't seem to want to interact with any of the adults so they got her a dog as hoping she'd be able to have a friend. It worked perfectly and she loved this dog on first sight, his scruffy brown face made her smile no matter how sad she was feeling, the two of them became inseparable going everywhere together. Magde and Scruff were the best of friends for many years going on adventures and sharing scraps of food in the corner while the adults talked about work. Her life was fairly stable for about 3 years, her and Scruff went on many journeys together after work was finished but then one day Magde slipped and fell into a pit, she got horrible cut and bruised barely able to speak and next to her was some kind of highly toxic substance. She weakly called out for Scruff to go get help, she lay there for almost 3 hours slowly turning more and more pale as death closed in on her then she heard the familiar sound of barking in the distance but she passed out before she saw anything. When she woke up she was heavily bandaged and unable to move but she could still smile because of the big scruffy face that stood at the side of her bed.

She was bed ridden for a good year, and when she was finally out of bed the majority of her body was covered in putrid scarring, it was barely noticeable at the beginning. She was also notably taller then she was before, taller then she should have been even given the time that had past. She didn't think anything of her height at first but it was strange being a 5 foot 10 year old, she also felt like everything was lighter. This trend continued however and soon she was breaching 6 foot and 180lbs at the age of 14 at this point her scarring became more noticeable, due to her feeling so out of place she started closing up not talking to other people much at all, but she still loved Scruff nothing was going to change that. Then December the 11 of happened. She was working picking up comparatively huge pieces of scrap larger than anyone else was able to lift. She smiled at Scruff who would walk next to her he tail and head held high and his massive tongue dangling out of his mouth. Magde told him to go ahead because this was her last piece of scrap for today, Scruff then obediently ran ahead and around a corner, then there was crash and a whine followed by a wet crunch. Magde dropped the scrap she was carrying and bolted around the corner to find her best friend buried in a pile of junk that had fallen from the back of one of the many lined up dump trucks. The driver of the truck was standing there with his hands over his mouth horrified with his mistake. His truck was overloaded and the excess had just killed Magde's dog, Magde knelt down next to her dog who was on longer breathing, his death was quick not only was his body crushed but a sharpened pipe had gone through his skull.

Magde was absolutely furious she screamed and grabbed the jaw of the truck drive who was responsible for her best and only friends death.
She immediately crushed his lower jaw bone with the raw strength in her hand. Tears flowing down her face and blood covering her hand she then dropped the man and let out another scream of sorrow. She never really talked to many people for the next few years but that didn't stop her growing. The times she did speak was because it was needed. She was never the same again, shed gone from a happy girl to an empty husk that's only purpose was to move junk. Though in actuality she was just waiting, waiting for the right time to take the hunter exam. If she could get out of meteor city and explore the world, then maybe she'd be able to find somewhere that could make her happy. Because she absolutely hate Meteor City it'd never done anything for her besides give her Scruff, but it also took him away.

~ X ~

Natural Abilities: Magde heals rather quick (roughly twice as fast as normal) thanks to being exposed to some nasty things while trapped in the scrap this also caused her to become abnormally tall, strong and durable. This is taken further given her extensive injuries and strength training she'd gotten over the years from sifting through tonnes of scrap and garbage, She also does lots of exercise in her spare time when not scavenging. All this together has led to her being able to life ridiculous amounts of weight roughly 8 tonnes at her current maximum. Her stature makes her very intimidating to some, and the murderous glint in her eyes when angered also disturbs many people. She has no formal fighting training but she does know how to throw a solid punch.

Aura Type: Emitter

Nen Ability: Magde is a simple creature when it comes to using Nen (if she ever does). She most likely develop some kind of technique where she'd fire an intense blast from her mouth, as well as some way to build on her defences.

Stats |

• Spirit - 1/5
• Skill - 0/5
• Strength -2/5
• Talent - 1/5
• Nen - 0/5
• Intelligence - 1/5

HXH: Those Who Are Hunted. (A small group)

Is my CS acceptable?

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

^^ What he said. ^^

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Koharu was hopping to try and get to the button when suddenly a hand push the button. Koharu let out a sigh of relief then looked over to see Karen, she was startled. Not because it was Karen but because of her clothes they were S-see through Koharu looked up at the comparatively massive girl, she must have been hot to work up that much of a sweat. Y-yeah hot... Koharu choked up for a second, then Karen started to kneel bringing herself closer to the same level, Koharu squeaked quietly. Her face would be a light flush of pink then she remembered that she'd been asked a question and smacked herself. "U-uhh they are o-on the top floor, they are s-split for the boys and g-g-girls." her eyes might have focused on Karens chest when she said girls but that is obviously not correlated. She quickly diverted her gaze.

Koharu couldn't help but be curious as to why he clothes were stuck to her. She was the fire girl, did the fire girl sweat? That seemed strange, tho secretly she was happy she did. "I-I'm Koharu by the way. I-I don't think I've intro-d-duced myself to anyone yet. Nice to m-meet you." She smiled and looked up at Karen her tiny, little, embarrassed face being pretty adorable, kinda like a kindergartener.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Mother Russia

Name: Monika Sigfried

Gender: Female

Faction: Ghoul.

Age: 32

Alias: None.

Appearance: Monika stands a daunting 6'4 and weighs an equally intimidating 207lbs

Just Killing

Mask: Monika doesn't wear a conventional mask preffering to just cover her head (excluding her eyes) with bandages. When she needs to use her mouth she just removes the bandages covering it.

Kagune Characteristics: Rinkaku. Her Kagune is comprised of 6 savage looking barbed tendrils that are effective at both stabbing and slashing at her foes, the serrated barbs often bury deep into the target making it hard for even Monika herself to remove them.

Personality: Monika is a rather simple person, knowing what she wants when she sees it. And she's not afraid to take what she wants either, be it by force or trickery (mostly force). She also has no problem with using human tools and weapons to achieve her goals. She's a very strong willed person who plays the game by her own rules, and anyone who tells her otherwise can look forward to being beaten within an inch of their life. She is highly aggressive and slightly greedy, always hungry for a proper fight. If she's eating she'll normally not share a single scrap and if the ghouls around her have a problem with that she'll make an example of them by eating them as well.

History: Monika was born in the small Russian town of Aramil, but life had anything but small plans for her. From the age of 1 her farther abused her, her farther would continue abuse her throughout her first three years of life. She would always heal back from whatever wounds her farther would inflict, so they got progressively worse his Kagune sometimes even getting involved. Her mother would encourage him shouting slurs at her that she couldn't even understand, and her big brother would make every moment that her farther wasn't beating her almost equally as scarring. But then on her third birthday she got out of the way of her farther's savage fist. He was enraged but before he could compose himself and take a second swing Monika's Kagune burst from her back and went through her farther's head. Monika's mother and older brother looked on terrified as she little girl was soaked in her farther's blood. But Monika was not done yet, as quickly as she had killed her farther she did the same to the rest of her family. All she'd ever know was hate, and she was going to share her hate with the world. For the first year of her wandering around she didn't kill many people, in fact most ghoul feedings she walked upon would would scatter, not out of fear but more out of wanting to give the starved little girl something to eat. But in the oncoming years she would progressively get more and more aggressive, actively hunting and killing humans, she even fought a few ghouls winning a few of her bouts.

When she hit the tender age of 12 she really started getting into it, now she was killing humans and ghouls alike in fits of savage hunger. She was almost never satisfied not only was her hunger massive but her appetite for battle was also a urge she needed to quell. She'd killed 1486 people before she got caught, the only reason she got so far is because they thought it was different ghouls causing each attack, but they were all Monika... So there she was incarcerated and sentenced for death at 15, it was not regulation of coarse but she'd killed roughly 10% of Aramil's population, not a crime many could compete with, and not a crime there were really any regulations set for. They tried giving her the chair, but instead of dying she would actually laugh as if she somehow enjoyed it before eventually falling unconscious. They gave it three tries, her body was about to give out and she would have been grilled to death but when she thought the fourth shock was about to start there was nothing. She was confused at to why she wasn't dead, then the door opened up and a man in a suit walked in. This man directed some police officers to remove her restraints, she was to weak to do anything at this point, all she could do was watch the ground move as she was picked up and dragged into some kind of vehicle.

She eventually passed out as the vehicle took off. When she woke up she was tied to a chair, she tried to get out but was shocked to the point where she couldn't move. She still laughed at the shock but couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness. Then a voice crackled over the microphone, "So you like to kill?" the voice questioned the voice was raspy even through the speaker. The question hung in the air for a good minute before the speaker spoke again, "So you're not in a talkative mood, I can respect that. I'm not sure what I would do in your position, but I don't think I'm messed up enough to get myself into the shit storm that is your record." the voice let out a sigh. "I'll rephrase my question in a way that you might better understand... So, you like to hunt." Monika's attention was instantly caught, whoever was behind the microphone noticed. "So you do then. I take it that civilians are to easy for you, it would make sense that bears and wolves might be harder." Monika looked up at the speaker, she was surprised the person knew so much. "What I offer here might be enticing to someone whit your... Personality... I offer you the opportunity to kill, but not only for yourself, but also for your country." Monika's head lowered, she didn't care for her contry. The voice let out another sigh "I'll give it to you simple. We are going to give you the means to globally seek out whom ever you want, and then kill them. In exchange you will kill the targets we set for you..." Monika's head raised again, if she could go wherever she wanted she might be able to find a challenge, she might find worthy prey. Hell the people that she would be told to kill might prove challenging. Monika was a simple creature and this man behind the speaker, whoever he was. He had just given her an offer she couldn't refuse.

So Monika agreed with a nod, Monika had not used her voice in such a long time. It felt strange to her, it was so different since she last used it, it sounded mature "I'm in." were the only words she could muster. And they were the only words the man wanted to hear "It's settled then, but first you must go through training. The people you are going after won't be as easy as a street ghoul, they are highly trained bodyguards armed to the teeth with weapons you don't even know exist." Monika practically vibrated with joy upon hearing this, threats she didn't even know about? What fun they would be to overcome!

And with that Monika's training began, first she was taught taught how to fight someone unarmed. She seemed to have a knack for it, she also behaved incredibly well not killing anyone. The promise of a challenging kill was the only thing she needed to keep her from playing up. She eventually developed her style, she focused on shattering blows followed by rapid strikes the the heavily damaged area. In most cases this would leave the internals of the plastic internals of the test dummies completely scrambled, like well cooked eggs. These were human dummies of coarse, a ghoul would be much harder to scramble. Then Monika trained with knives, learning the perfect spots to cut, to get the desired effects. Quick death, slow death, paralysis what ever she needed to bring you down. Then she could have her way with you, be that making you scream or eating you alive as you helplessly watched her teeth dig into you flesh. She took a little longer to master knife combat but she did in the end. Next was firearms. This is where she started to show her true potential. Due to her ghoulish strength she could use the firearms in unconventional ways like dual welding high calibre weapons like sniper rifles, and in some instances automatic shotguns. She showed great aptitude for integrating gunplay into hand to hand combat she preferred using an MP-412 REX loaded with .38 special rounds, she was a good shot with them as well. She could still use a sniper or a shotgun but she liked being in close range and shotguns took up to much space, and through all this she never once used her Kagune. She hit the age of 18 before she was sent out on her first mission, and it was a wild success for both parties. Monika actually had a bit of trouble and the Russian government had one less person to worry about.

Monika continued on this path for another 14 good years. And for Monika the rush from the first few years had died down, she'd completed 137 contracts, this brought her confirmed 3267 if you included her childhood kills and the guards that guarded her targets. It is unknown how many people she killed in her free time but it is estimated to be a comparatively small number enough for a ghoul to survive that amount of time, but numbers were meaningless to Monika. There was no thrill all it did was fill her stomach and that wasn't enough, yes she loved eating but she loved a challenge more. All she could do was train and search for more worthy targets. Then on her 138th mission she'd had enough she was bored so she dropped caution and just went straight for her target, she'd chosen a bad time to do this. This target was prepared for her and had laid a trap for her, and she loved it. Her target watched in horror as her highly skilled men were torn to shred, she was lucky she'd been watching from a monitor many miles away. This woman who'd witnessed her assassin's savagery quickly launched the foiled attempt on her life to the internet. Russia instantly cut all ties to Monika and threatened to kill her if she tired to re enter the country. Monika was fine with this, Russia was the first place she scoped out for worthy prey. Monika vanished off the grid with relative ease given the fact that Russia had already removed most of the traces of her existence.

Now that Monika had no obligations to anyone she took her time searching for a worthy foe, and the Japanese CCG caught her interest. Perhaps they had forged a worrier worthy of her time, so Monika learned Japanese and took the first flight she could over. She'd forged Id's before and knew how to bamboozle an airport security force. After that she made her way to ward twelve to see what she could find there, a ghoul detention centre was bound to have some nasty figures there. By the time she'd gotten to ward twelve she was starving, then she caught a whiff of something delicious. There was a dead person somewhere waiting for her to eat them, if there was another ghoul there she'd just kill them.

Skills: Killing, Murder, Homicide, Hand to hand combat, Knife combat, Firearms specialist, Multi linguine (English, Russian, Japanese, German), Durability, Fast regeneration and Assassination.

Equipment: All manner of wonderful killing toys. Knives for the most part, maybe a gun if she feels like it.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

After everyone finally got to the dorms and settled into their beds and went to sleep the dorm would lock itself down, this was an added security measure because of previous attempts on students. Aside from that everything would seem normal...

The next morning would start with the sound of many simultaneous alarms going off creating a strange amalgamation of sound that was sure to get anyone out of their bed. The school had set all the clocks in the building up as alarms each with a different sound, to sleep through this you would have to be def or dead. It was 8AM giving them a whole hour to get ready for class, it was only a 5 minute walk away.

Koharu fell out of her bed at the tremendous sound the of the alarm, she'd shrank back down to her normal 1 meter tall self overnight and was super happy about it. She groaned as she was very thirsty, this was normal when she woke up because most of her water drained out of her overnight. So Koharu quickly slapped on her school uniform and ran down to the community kitchen on the bottom floor. The alarm had been going for about 3 minutes now and Koharu's head was starting to hurt, why does it have to be so loud! Koharu was a little grumpy as she sat on the couch and drank her cup of water, then she noticed a large button on the wall about 5 feet up. It had Alarm clearly labelled above it, but she couldn't reach it... "Can I have some help!... I can't reach the alarm button..." she whimpered slightly at the end super embarrassed.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

I'm posting this here to get everyone's thoughts. Monika is intended to be a powerful character.

Mother Russia

Name: Monika Sigfried

Gender: Female

Faction: Ghoul.

Age: 32

Alias: None.

Appearance: Monika stands a daunting 6'4 and weighs an equally intimidating 207lbs

Just Killing

Mask: Monika doesn't wear a conventional mask preffering to just cover her head (excluding her eyes) with bandages. When she needs to use her mouth she just removes the bandages covering it.

Kagune Characteristics: Rinkaku. Her Kagune is comprised of 6 savage looking barbed tendrils that are effective at both stabbing and slashing at her foes, the serrated barbs often bury deep into the target making it hard for even Monika herself to remove them.

Personality: Monika is a rather simple person, knowing what she wants when she sees it. And she's not afraid to take what she wants either, be it by force or trickery (mostly force). She also has no problem with using human tools and weapons to achieve her goals. She's a very strong willed person who plays the game by her own rules, and anyone who tells her otherwise can look forward to being beaten within an inch of their life. She is highly aggressive and slightly greedy, always hungry for a proper fight. If she's eating she'll normally not share a single scrap and if the ghouls around her have a problem with that she'll make an example of them by eating them as well.

History: Monika was born in the small Russian town of Aramil, but life had anything but small plans for her. From the age of 1 her farther abused her, her farther would continue abuse her throughout her first three years of life. She would always heal back from whatever wounds her farther would inflict, so they got progressively worse his Kagune sometimes even getting involved. Her mother would encourage him shouting slurs at her that she couldn't even understand, and her big brother would make every moment that her farther wasn't beating her almost equally as scarring. But then on her third birthday she got out of the way of her farther's savage fist. He was enraged but before he could compose himself and take a second swing Monika's Kagune burst from her back and went through her farther's head. Monika's mother and older brother looked on terrified as she little girl was soaked in her farther's blood. But Monika was not done yet, as quickly as she had killed her farther she did the same to the rest of her family. All she'd ever know was hate, and she was going to share her hate with the world. For the first year of her wandering around she didn't kill many people, in fact most ghoul feedings she walked upon would would scatter, not out of fear but more out of wanting to give the starved little girl something to eat. But in the oncoming years she would progressively get more and more aggressive, actively hunting and killing humans, she even fought a few ghouls winning a few of her bouts.

When she hit the tender age of 12 she really started getting into it, now she was killing humans and ghouls alike in fits of savage hunger. She was almost never satisfied not only was her hunger massive but her appetite for battle was also a urge she needed to quell. She'd killed 1486 people before she got caught, the only reason she got so far is because they thought it was different ghouls causing each attack, but they were all Monika... So there she was incarcerated and sentenced for death at 15, it was not regulation of coarse but she'd killed roughly 10% of Aramil's population, not a crime many could compete with, and not a crime there were really any regulations set for. They tried giving her the chair, but instead of dying she would actually laugh as if she somehow enjoyed it before eventually falling unconscious. They gave it three tries, her body was about to give out and she would have been grilled to death but when she thought the fourth shock was about to start there was nothing. She was confused at to why she wasn't dead, then the door opened up and a man in a suit walked in. This man directed some police officers to remove her restraints, she was to weak to do anything at this point, all she could do was watch the ground move as she was picked up and dragged into some kind of vehicle.

She eventually passed out as the vehicle took off. When she woke up she was tied to a chair, she tried to get out but was shocked to the point where she couldn't move. She still laughed at the shock but couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness. Then a voice crackled over the microphone, "So you like to kill?" the voice questioned the voice was raspy even through the speaker. The question hung in the air for a good minute before the speaker spoke again, "So you're not in a talkative mood, I can respect that. I'm not sure what I would do in your position, but I don't think I'm messed up enough to get myself into the shit storm that is your record." the voice let out a sigh. "I'll rephrase my question in a way that you might better understand... So, you like to hunt." Monika's attention was instantly caught, whoever was behind the microphone noticed. "So you do then. I take it that civilians are to easy for you, it would make sense that bears and wolves might be harder." Monika looked up at the speaker, she was surprised the person knew so much. "What I offer here might be enticing to someone whit your... Personality... I offer you the opportunity to kill, but not only for yourself, but also for your country." Monika's head lowered, she didn't care for her contry. The voice let out another sigh "I'll give it to you simple. We are going to give you the means to globally seek out whom ever you want, and then kill them. In exchange you will kill the targets we set for you..." Monika's head raised again, if she could go wherever she wanted she might be able to find a challenge, she might find worthy prey. Hell the people that she would be told to kill might prove challenging. Monika was a simple creature and this man behind the speaker, whoever he was. He had just given her an offer she couldn't refuse.

So Monika agreed with a nod, Monika had not used her voice in such a long time. It felt strange to her, it was so different since she last used it, it sounded mature "I'm in." were the only words she could muster. And they were the only words the man wanted to hear "It's settled then, but first you must go through training. The people you are going after won't be as easy as a street ghoul, they are highly trained bodyguards armed to the teeth with weapons you don't even know exist." Monika practically vibrated with joy upon hearing this, threats she didn't even know about? What fun they would be to overcome!

And with that Monika's training began, first she was taught taught how to fight someone unarmed. She seemed to have a knack for it, she also behaved incredibly well not killing anyone. The promise of a challenging kill was the only thing she needed to keep her from playing up. She eventually developed her style, she focused on shattering blows followed by rapid strikes the the heavily damaged area. In most cases this would leave the internals of the plastic internals of the test dummies completely scrambled, like well cooked eggs. These were human dummies of coarse, a ghoul would be much harder to scramble. Then Monika trained with knives, learning the perfect spots to cut, to get the desired effects. Quick death, slow death, paralysis what ever she needed to bring you down. Then she could have her way with you, be that making you scream or eating you alive as you helplessly watched her teeth dig into you flesh. She took a little longer to master knife combat but she did in the end. Next was firearms. This is where she started to show her true potential. Due to her ghoulish strength she could use the firearms in unconventional ways like dual welding high calibre weapons like sniper rifles, and in some instances automatic shotguns. She showed great aptitude for integrating gunplay into hand to hand combat she preferred using an MP-412 REX loaded with .38 special rounds, she was a good shot with them as well. She could still use a sniper or a shotgun but she liked being in close range and shotguns took up to much space, and through all this she never once used her Kagune. She hit the age of 18 before she was sent out on her first mission, and it was a wild success for both parties. Monika actually had a bit of trouble and the Russian government had one less person to worry about.

Monika continued on this path for another 14 good years. And for Monika the rush from the first few years had died down, she'd completed 137 contracts, this brought her confirmed 3267 if you included her childhood kills and the guards that guarded her targets. It is unknown how many people she killed in her free time but it is estimated to be a comparatively small number enough for a ghoul to survive that amount of time, but numbers were meaningless to Monika. There was no thrill all it did was fill her stomach and that wasn't enough, yes she loved eating but she loved a challenge more. All she could do was train and search for more worthy targets. Then on her 138th mission she'd had enough she was bored so she dropped caution and just went straight for her target, she'd chosen a bad time to do this. This target was prepared for her and had laid a trap for her, and she loved it. Her target watched in horror as her highly skilled men were torn to shred, she was lucky she'd been watching from a monitor many miles away. This woman who'd witnessed her assassin's savagery quickly launched the foiled attempt on her life to the internet. Russia instantly cut all ties to Monika and threatened to kill her if she tired to re enter the country. Monika was fine with this, Russia was the first place she scoped out for worthy prey. Monika vanished off the grid with relative ease given the fact that Russia had already removed most of the traces of her existence.

Now that Monika had no obligations to anyone she took her time searching for a worthy foe, and the Japanese CCG caught her interest. Perhaps they had forged a worrier worthy of her time, so Monika learned Japanese and took the first flight she could over. She'd forged Id's before and knew how to bamboozle an airport security force. After that she made her way to ward twelve to see what she could find there, a ghoul detention centre was bound to have some nasty figures there. By the time she'd gotten to ward twelve she was starving, then she caught a whiff of something delicious. There was a dead person somewhere waiting for her to eat them, if there was another ghoul there she'd just kill them.

Skills: Killing, Murder, Homicide, Hand to hand combat, Knife combat, Firearms specialist, Multi linguine (English, Russian, Japanese, German), Durability, Fast regeneration and Assassination.

Equipment: All manner of wonderful killing toys. Knives for the most part, maybe a gun if she feels like it.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Travis winced as Kristian hugged him, he pet him on the shoulder.practically shit himself as Alice directed him towards the door, she was being so gentle but he knew what she could do if she wasn't feeling so nice. So without question he let himself get guided out Jesus fucking Christ she's fucking terrifying! Fuck! Travis' left hand was shaking slightly, he felt like he'd just cheated death. he took a deep breath and positioned himself a few paces down from the door to the coffee store, he hoped Kristian would be alright. Travis didn't smell blood so he had no reason to believe he'd been hurt, but he couldn't let his guard down around Alice. He'd heard the stories, and he didn't want to test if they were real. So he waited there with the money tucked away in his pocket.