MonsieurShade

Tokyo Ghoul Route APlus

Here comes the pain train~

(he has hazel eyes, stands at 6'2", and weighs one hundred and eighty three pounds)

You're just another paycheck to me.

Name: Jacque Marrow
Known Alias: N/A
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Alliance: (officially) CCG
In a group? PMC
Group Name: Orthros private security corporation
Quinque Type:

Bikaku based

The weapon is about 55" long overall

What does your mask look like? N/A
Which Ward do you live in: 8th

Personality: Jacque is a detached and dispassionate man with somewhat sociopathic tendencies; His upbringing has left him with a rather skewed sense of morals, and he displays little regard for the lives of others in the field, often chalking up the casualties as either sloppy mistakes or occupational hazards. Jacque is a very business minded sort of fellow, ruthlessly efficient in his work to the point that he might be seen as perfectionist if not for the fact that the amount of work he puts in was directly correlated to how much he get's paid for his work. Money is just about the only thing that he shows any sort of interest in, and -provided he can get away with it- he's even willing to look the other way when it comes to ghouls if offered enough cash.

History: Jacque's life has been a bit of a rough and tumble one: A nasty divorce between his parents in his early youth somehow landed Jacque in the care of his father, a rather well off man who ran a rather successful private contracting company that spanned several continents. Being that his father was a busy man who really only wanted Jacque to spite his ex-wife, Jacque's father would often leave Jacque in the care of some of his employees rather than shell out the extra cash for a proper babysitter. Those that actually had children of their own took to Jacque swimmingly and treated him just as they would any other kid. Those without children offered him the only thing they could, and being that they were mercenaries, that 'something' was usually either combat, weapons, or language training. This continued until Jacque hit the age of eighteen and decided to actually get paid to put the things he'd learned to use by working for his father's company. After a nearly a decade of work he would be sent to Japan with a few coworkers and very specific orders to keep his trap shut about the work he was going to be doing. As it turns out, the CCG was in the market for disposable soldiers, and he and his merry band of mercs fit the bill perfectly. After a few missions left his coworkers either dead, indisposed, or considering desertion, Jacque would eventually be signed on as a long term asset due to the fact that he continued to barrel through whatever happened to be in his path so long as there was a dollar at the other end. This and his willingness to keep his mouth shut about the work his does convinced higher ups to permit him rank 2 ghoul investigator privileges for the duration of his contract. He's been in Japan for two years now, and doesn't seem to keen on leaving so long as the money keeps rolling in.

What way do you swing? No real preference, everyone's fair game provided they can actually get his attention
Crush: None
Other:

Onikisu

Mao slowly stood up with a tight lipped expression as he eyed the woman whom had taken out the invalids in his path. His jaw muscles bulged a bit as he grit his teeth together to avoid telling the newcomer to fuck off for continually pointing out his lack of hair. Insulting a person that just murdered a group of invalids with their bare hands was a stupid move, and Mao hadn't gotten this far by making stupid moves. He kept his weapon clenched in his hand, but lowered it slightly to give the impression that he wasn't looking to fight. "The answer to all your questions is no." He said warily before casting a quick glance at the butchered remains of the invalids that littered the ground. Mao instinctively pressed himself against one of the alley walls in an attempt to get a bit more distance between himself and the woman.

Regular human beings didn't move like she just did, which left Mao with the belief that she had more in common with the creatures she'd just killed than with the average human, in other words, she was more than likely an onyxian. Mao didn't particularly like onyxians. It was not so much that he disliked them per se, rather he didn't know a damned thing about them. He'd heard all sorts of rumors about their kind from the occasional trader or survivors group: Onyxians were experimental weapons, onyxians were a new viral strain, onyxians could control invalids, had to eat human flesh to keep from turning into invalids. It was pretty hard to figure out what was fact and what was fiction, which is why Mao chose to adhere to a strict policy of avoiding anyone that went sprouting tentacles or new appendages from their bodies.

Mao raised his sword briefly to gesture at the open street behind Ash, "Thanks for the assist...you mind letting me out of this alley way?".

Onikisu

Mao slipped through the back alleys and debris that littered the streets of the city with little more sound than the occasional clinking of the cans in his backpack whenever he picked up his pace. He was on high alert at the moment, his exposure making him behave more like that of a deer caught out in the open than a man. Mao's movements were measured and extremely cautious, though he tried to keep a good speed going as he swiveled his head this way and that, trying his damnedest to see in every direction possible to ensure he wasn't being crept up on by someone or something. Invalids where the main threat to be on the look out for, but that didn't mean that the people or wild dog packs that roamed the streets were to simply be ignored. Threats came in all shapes and sizes in Fukuoka.

He ducked into yet another alley way as he caught a glimpse of a shadow shuffling about in the corner of his eye. Was it a person? A dog? An Invalid? Mao didn't know, and he most certainly didn't give a shit. Mao turned to run down the alley only to realize that his efforts would be met with a brick wall this time. Muttering a small string of curses he turned back around and prepared for what might come next. He drew his dao from his sheath, trying to muffle the sound of the metal sliding against wood by cupping the opening of the sheath with a gloved hand and lightly pinching the blade between his index finger and thumb as he drew it slowly. When fully exposed, the blade gave off a dull reflective glow in the moon light, marred by flecks of rust that came from a mixture of dried blood, water spotting, or simply the ravages of time. Mao crouched to try and reduce his chances of being seen, intent on engaging whatever was coming his way only if he was given no other options.

The Many Adventures of the Life Guards (Shade and Diz)

Don't you worry about the RP, you're not dragging a single thing into the dust I assure you. I've waited before, and I can do it again, for now I'm much more concerned with making sure you're alright rather than how far the story we're weaving IC progresses.

The Many Adventures of the Life Guards (Shade and Diz)

@Mistress Dizzy
Well, I certainly feel like an idiot for not reading deeper into what you said in your previous comment. Sorry for my late reply, the holidays got...hectic, to say the least. Trust me on this though Diz, what you're feeling now is temporary. All pain is temporary, be it physical, spiritual, or mental. The sense of nihilism you're currently feeling at the moment can be brushed aside by finding something that can fill that void you're currently experiencing, be it work, a hobby, anything really. Remember that you're also not going this alone; you've got your significant other and you've got friends and family. They may be a bit overbearing or blunt in how they choose to help you, but those that are trying to help you ARE trying to help you. As always, i'm here if you need to talk, even if I may not be able to respond as quickly as i'd like to.

Onikisu

@TheWindel Well i'm alive so, hey, can't really complain too much. Thank you for asking. How about yourself?

Onikisu

Mao woke with a start as he felt a familiar pressure begin to build up in his bladder. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep, but given the fact that he was still fairly lucid he had a feeling that he hadn't been out for very long. He gave a soft grunt as he got up from his spot on the floor and felt the dull throbbing of his aching muscles spark to life with the sudden change in activity. Mao stretched a bit, doing his best to relieve the pain with a mental note to scrounge for some pain killers if he could find the time, then he tiptoed towards the balcony, doing his damnedest to avoid stepping on or kicking over anything that might create noise. The bathroom was a no go- some poor bastard had decided to go out the old fashioned way and taken a dip with their toaster. The sight and scent of the decayed body covered in all manner of molds and mildew wasn't exactly something he felt comfortable relieving himself next to if he had other options available, and so instead he went out into the darkness and promptly did his business over the railing.

He could still hear the helicopters in the distance, which more than likely meant that the invalids could too. "Time to move." He mused as he went back in and gathered his supplies. He paused, just once, to see he could hear anything from beyond the front door. It was silent, but that didn't mean that the horrors weren't simply lying in wait. Mao trekked through the apartment to gather anything he could tie into a rope; blankets, towels, even the moldy shower curtain from the bathroom, although Mao had to fight to keep from spilling his dinner when he grabbed it. He tied them all together as best he could and slipped back out onto the balcony. The room he was in was on the third floor, the makeshift rope would get him about twenty two feet down, leaving an eight foot drop. Assuming he didn't land the wrong way then that wasn't too bad. After tying the rope to the railing and giving it a few tugs, Mao began to make is way down, pausing twice when he nearly slipped on a bit of mold, and when he thought he heard something scuffling about nearby. At the end of his rope Mao dropped down with a grunt, covered in mold and mildew stains, but none the worse for wear. He looked up at the pale moon to see how far it had traveled across the sky while he'd slept, then began to jog into the darkness to begin his scavenging hunt.

Onikisu

Mao gave a heavy sigh as he looked away from his half eaten jar of peach preserves onto the grit and blood caked streets below the apartment complex that he'd taken refuge in for the night. How long had it been since he'd been trapped in the quarantine zone? The hell if he knew. However long it had been, it was long enough for him to know when the helicopters started flying by overhead to drop off groups of armed men and women that something big was going down. Perhaps they government was finally taking back the island that they'd lost so long ago, or maybe there was some sort of cure to the virus that ravaged the island's inhabitants somewhere in the city. Whatever the case, Mao was determined to stay out of whatever was going on for as long as he could, unless of course, a chance to escape presented itself.

A snuffling sound at the door sent a cold chill up Mao's spine. The man stood stone still and clasped his hands over his nose and mouth to mask any noises he may have produced while breathing. The smell of vinegar still wafted heavily in the air from when he'd poured it around the front doorway to mask his scent. The creatures, the invalids, he'd learned pretty early on that they couldn't see worth shit, but that didn't mean that that their other senses weren't working just fine. Keeping under their radar was tricky -especially during nights like these, when the beasts were especially riled up- but thus far his methods had been effective in keeping him from ending up as a meal. Only when the snuffling subsided did Mao dare to lower his hands. "This fucking sucks." He whispered bitterly to himself as he took up his meal and scooped out another chunk of peach with grimy fingers.

Mao quickly and quietly finished his meal before wiping his hands off on his pants and taking the opportunity to see what resources he had left. The fullmoon was a pretty piss poor light source, but it did the job. Five pounds of food remained, he would have to go out and scrounge for more soon, his canteen contained about half a liter of water -another issue to be dealt with, however the filtration straw seemed to be in working order, he was still full on bandages, and the flint and knives where a tad chipped but still in working order, as was his dao. Mao brought out his hand gun and examined the weapon for any signs that it might've been rusting or broken, then checked the magazine to ensure that the fourteen rounds he had left where indeed fourteen before quietly sliding the mag back into the weapon. Everything seemed to check out, all he had to do now was wait. Night hunts were risky, but they yielded a higher chance for reward since other survivors usually chose to hide at night. All Mao needed was a bit of patience, and he'd have his chance to move.

Onikisu

@MonsieurShade Hey Hey Hey, Shade, you gotta post your char here like everyone else, you may be my buddy and all, but I'm not gonna bend rrrrules for you friendo, you gotta follow the rrrrules.

@Spriggs27

fug, wasn't paying attention. Gotcha.
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Dunzo.

CS

Survivor

I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going?

Name
Mao Collins

Epithet/Moniker/Code name

Age
25

Gender
Male

Morality
Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds.

Personality
Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal.

History
Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu.

Skills
Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going.

Weapons:
One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP chambered in 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left

Equipment
Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight.

Other
He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair.

Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNsdDiTv_6A

Onikisu

Survivor

I had to beat a guy to death over a can of peas today. How's YOUR day going?

Name
Mao Collins

Epithet/Moniker/Code name

Age
25

Gender
Male

Morality
Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: See the above picture. As far as physical attributes go, Mao stands at about 5'9" and weighs just a touch over 147 pounds.

Personality
Three years of being trapped inside of Kyushu's walls by himself has given Mao a very darwinist point of view, as well as a very cynical outlook on life. Mao is a survivor first and foremost, having dropped all notions of pride and more than a few morals to ensure that he can make it from one day to another, even if doing so means rooting through garbage for his next meal. Mao is generally untrusting of most people he comes across, but not outwardly hostile towards anyone provided that they do not threaten him or have anything that he desperately needs. Although skilled in a fight, Mao is much more likely to run if the opportunity presents itself. It's ill advised to expect him to have your back at any given time if he's not being provided with some sort of incentive, and even then he might turn on you if offered a better deal.

History
Mao's life was relatively simple up until his stranding in Kyushu: As a Chinese American born in Colorado, Mao had a pretty easy set up going for himself. He went to school, held several small jobs, hung out with friends and family, and took up changquan in his spare time. Around the time he graduated from college with his bachelors in economics, a few of Mao's friends decided to celebrate their own graduations by booking a trip to japan and decided to invite Mao along under the belief that he'd know the place better than they did. Despite the initial awkwardness of explaining to everyone that he was chinese and not japanese, Mao still decided to tag along for the experience. This decision would ultimately turn out to be a pretty piss poor one, as he and his friends found themselves on kyushu just before the biological "attack" occurred. Mao was fortunate enough not to be infected by the virus and avoid being devoured by the first wave of invalids, his friends, however, where not so fortunate, either being torn to shreds or mutating into the creatures themselves. Mao's attempts to leave the island were thwarted rather quickly by the rapid response of the government and military, forcing him to instead buckle down and try to survive. It's been three years now since he was trapped inside the quarantine zone. Mao has seen and done more horrible things than he cares to remember for the sake of surviving, but one way or another he's getting of Kyushu.

Skills
Mao is quite skilled in the usage of Changquan with Iron Fist being his particular specialty, he is also quite versitile in the usage of his Dao against unarmored enemies. Mao is clever and agile, having become skilled in the art of ducking out of confrontation to the point that he has mapped out several shortcuts and backroads in several areas to allow him to run away faster and more efficiently. Countless bouts of trial and error have molded Mao into a well adapted survivor, making him numb to most of the atrocities he bears witness to, as well as giving him the ability to stomach many of the unsavory tasks he has to do to keep going.

Weapons:
One Dao, three knives (one combat, the others a skinning and filleting knife), and a h&k USP 9mm with about fourteen rounds of ammunition left

Equipment
Book bag, three boxes of bandages, a roll of duct tape, water canteen, water filtration straw, eight pounds of reserve dry and canned food, can opener, a zippo lighter, flint, and a flashlight.

Other
He's particularly wary around Onyxians. He also suffered from an early onset of male pattern baldness and gets touchy about his lack of hair.

Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNsdDiTv_6A