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Hi! Checking myself in. Also is Pinball Wizard taken for a Stand?
Sure I'll play. I have a character in mind, but if the stand is taken I can always shuffle iTunes!
Let me know if there are any issues :)

I'll give this a shot. I'm not all that familiar with the game so is there a wiki I can read up on?
Even with Zeke's enhanced senses he had lean in slightly and listen hard to hear Akemi's answer. Ace... the very intelligent pig? The sheer absurdity of the sentence made Zeke wonder if he misheard. Then a pile of papers seemed to speak emitting something that reminded Zeke of a monologue that Humphrey Bogart might conjure up. Smiling to himself he started to answer the boy when the boss, Toshiko, entered.

As she explained that they had a case she blew out some smoke. Her cigarette reminded Zeke of his own stuck behind his ear, half reaching for it before deciding that having some fun with the detective on the floor wouldn't be too terrible.

"Hey, Mr Half-boiled on the floor. You are lucky that our lovely boss came in with a job, otherwise you and me would have to go out and dig up that Nazi Gold bullion I smuggled into the country back in the 40's." The best part of Zeke's claims, in his mind anyway, was that there was little way to tell if he was making it up.

Turning his attention to Toshiko, Zeke took the the cigarette from behind his ear and gracefully leaped over the couch he was behind from reading over Akemi's shoulder. Landing without a sound and no disturbance of any of the papers that scattered the room Zeke asked
"My lovely boss Miss Toshiko, may I trouble you for a light?" holding out his cigarette in hopes of a yes.
It was still afternoon when Zeke arrived at the office, his motorcycle announcing his arrival. Zeke was usually only able to get to the office come sundown due to his condition, but the hints of a storm had allowed him to leave early. Breathing in deeply Zeke could almost feel the rain ready to burst out of the clouds... and smelt his bosses cigarettes. That's nostalgic... maybe I'll have a quick light up before I go in. Closing his eyes Zeke took out a cigarette before remembering he left his lighter at home. Bugger. What now?
Sticking the unlit cigarette behind his ear Zeke stood silently for a moment, hoping that some divine intervention would give him a source of fire, but to his dismay there was none. Maybe if the boss is in a giving mood she'll indulge me. I don't even look hungry today!

Silently praising himself for having a full meal before coming to work Zeke took out his comb and narcissistically brushed his hair before entering the office. Closing the door behind him Zeke looked around, his head tilting when he saw the young-blood Akemi on the couch reading a picture book. Scanning the rest of the room he saw that there was only the young man reading the newspaper with a smile Must be good news I suppose.

"Good afternoon everyone... What are you reading young-blood?" Zeke made his way behind the couch to read over Akemi's shoulder. Zeke had little experience with children's books so he was almost as enthralled as the homunculus.
Surprise! Just finished up some work so I'll read and post soon

EDIT: Soon has come! Let me know if there are any issues :)
Name: Zeke Pascal
Age: 112 (Appears 25 at most)

Appearance:


Personality: Zeke is a romancer, he loves to love. In his 112 years he has loved and lost so many times, but he can't stop himself. Some would call it lack of self control, Zeke sees it as him over-committing to relationships. Zeke enjoys food and cooking more than that, it doesn't sustain him in the slightest when compared to blood, but he enjoys the taste more than anything and has discovered that a particularly rare steak can be useful as a light snack.
He loves his bike, being one of the few things that has lasted the decades Zeke has been alive.
For the past ten years Zeke has been going through a mid-life crisis and is re-living the 50's, taking out his old Greaser clothes and rediscovering his love of cigarettes.
Zeke occasionally gets into a depression if he reminisces about his past, his loves more specifically.

Abilities: Zeke has the traditional powers of a Vampire, superior strength and speed, regeneration and immortality. Biologically Zeke's senses have been enhanced and has become immune to minor illusions and after years of practice has mastered persuasion.
Immortality has the side effect of giving Zeke an insane amount of time of which to pursue whatever skill that takes his fancy. In the past he has been a mechanic, a carpenter, a bartender, a boxer, a stage actor and at one time he worked as a journalist.

Weapons/Equipment: A 1941 Crocker Motorcycle, heavily tinted sunglasses for the rare times he has to go outside in the day, a hip-flask of chilled blood, a pack of cigarettes, a battered notebook of loves lost, a comb and a silver knife.

Brief Backstory: Zeke was born to a bog standard family, no great tragedy and no real troubles, beyond growing up through the great depression and prohibition periods. When he was 24 Zeke worked as a mechanic, he wasn't bad at it, but he did have a bad habit of having a messy workplace. One day, as all stories do, Zeke was working under a particularly rich man's car when the the jack keeping the car up suddenly broke, and he was crushed underneath the steel chassis. Before Zeke lost consciousness he heard a muffled voice say
"Why'd you mess up my car?" Next thing he knew he woke up on a morgue table with a rather regal man with a snow white moustache standing over him.

"Well now that you're up, you can fix my car Zeke!" Zeke must have looked extremely confused so the man jumped into an explanation "Zeke you died under my car and made a real mess of it. I did this so you so that you would repair it. I am a Vampire. I resurrected you as Vampire, so now you will have... issues in sunlight. I'll give you a handbook later. Now fix my car" lifting Zeke up by his collar the man dragged him to a police impound lot and forced Zeke to repair it. Once Zeke was done the man thanked him and drove off into the midnight, leaving Zeke to figure out what was going on without the help of that promised notebook.

Years later Zeke managed to keep his 'eternal' life running for over 100 years despite other magical forces trying to shorten it, the 90's was particularly rough since Buffy the Vampire slayer made his life more difficult than he anticipated. Now the 21st century Zeke was tired and longed for simpler days and led him falling into a mid-life crisis of sorts, he wanted to do something worthwhile, to actually help people that won't kill him for his trouble, especially after a decade or two of achieving little besides staying alive Zeke stumbled across the Fu Sonzai no Gensō.
Stas' orders didn't really help Edwin's nerves. Especially the talk of hostiles and hiding. Still despite the warnings Edwin had to restrain himself from running ahead and making a mad dash for the village. Edwin was debating internally, he could justify running ahead to warning the village, but this was tempered by the caution of separating from the group in this new world. Still his nerves started to get the best of him and was about to suggest picking up the pace when he felt a drop of rain hit his arm, and then another and then the sky opened up and a heavy rain started falling and putting out the fire. Edwin continued moving, but was extremely confused. Apart from the smoke the seemed clear and little chance of rain. Edwin became concerned about his footing, given that his shoes were for little beyond down the street to buy groceries.

"Well this is fortunate. Should we maintain this pace or... wait never mind. Let's just keep on going." Edwin stopped his suggestion midway, realising that the officer Juno's large form looked well balanced, or at least had a low center of gravity, as a soldier Stas wouldn't be unused to trekking in this weather and Linnea? Well she could fly, terrain didn't seem like an issue for her.
Feeling a bit like a loadstone Edwin kept quiet and followed along. Unfortunately the dirt road, now closer to a mud one, had a turn and as he went to take it the grip of Edwin's shoes failed causing him to stumble along in a mad dance to maintain balance.
After a few steps Edwin finally fell, him momentum sending him into a tree trunk, his left hand hitting it with a resounding crack and somehow managed to get enough of a grip to not fall into the mud.

"Sorry about that ladies and gentleman, feels like I'm running on ice."
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