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@thewizardguy Hey Wiz! Just in case you still care, color me intrigued on this rp idea.
Jing Shen

Shen hears the taping of shoe heels against the ground, he turns to look upon the newcomer. His eyes begin to adjust to the darkness. At the other side of the hall, barely illuminated by the light that originated from the fire conjurer’s hand, stood a curvaceous woman with hair of midnight, garbed in black leather which blended naturally into the shadows. Her face reflected a beautiful complexion, though her eyes shone a cold yet reflective stare. After a second of contemplating her appearance, she points limply at Shen and begins to speak. A mechanical drone huh? That would explain the scorched room and explosion. Her voice sounds somewhat confused but honest. She doesn’t even know where she is let alone has ulterior motives for being here, strange. Plus, if she wanted him or the fire man dead, she would have at least already attempted it. Regardless, Shen notice her arms are close to her abdomen, meaning she is likely preparing to strike should the situation call for it. He doesn’t want to start a fight in these tight, confined corridors. A more cautious approach should be applied here.

Shen slowly put his hands up, showing he is unarmed, then speaks softly and slowly. “To be honest we all seem to be lost in the dark at the moment. I heard an explosion, then came running to see if anybody was hurt. That's when I noticed him here (turns to face Samuel) perplexed and shocked but otherwise unharmed. Apparently a mechanical drone of some kind attacked these people here in the middle of the night and caught them with there pants down. A hooded man ran past me, warning me to get out while I still can. You probably met him on your way up here. As for who is in the other room, I have no idea, nor do I know how many others, residents or assailants, are in the house presently. I didn’t come here to harm anyone. I just came to learn.” Hopefully Shen can convince her regardless of her motives at the very least he is a man of reason and does not want to cause unnecessary harm.

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Jing Shen

As Shen is approaching this man, fire springs to life in his right hand! Shen’s eyes wide agaze, he is transfixed by the beautiful flames dancing hypnotically in his hand! Shen heard ghostly whispers of others with phenomenal gifts from the heavens, but nary before did he see it with such crystal clarity before! He had won Shen’s trust, allowing Shen to breathe a sigh of relief. The mysterious stranger then spoke to Shen, telling him that he is uninjured, but asked him the meaning behind his presence. He thought it was reasonable for the man to accuse him of such a thing considering the circumstances, and wanted to ensure the man knew that he held no such desires. Shen slowly raises his hands above and behind his hand as he stared with sincerity into his bright orange eyes. “I understand. My name is Jing Shen. I came here to find a teacher to help me master my gift. I have no intention of harming you. I heard an explosion from outside and I don’t know what is going on.” Shen gently lowered his hands, his left hand flat with a tucked in thumb hovering over his square brick right hand, similar to a Tai Chi greeting. He now proceeds to bow at a 90 degree angle, exposing his back to the man. “I want to help in whatever way I can. I promise.”
Jing Shen

Shen is driving his motorcycle through the dirt road that stretched before him into the darkness, his vision illuminated by the bike light and the dim pale moonlight. He is wearing a a black shiny motorcycle helmet, a brown poncho with a blue diamond pattern with a large water skin strapped to it. Beneath the poncho is some loose fitting breathing thermal wear for regulating temperature, a tool belt wrapping his waist, carrying sharpened daggers. Upon his feet are tan boots with toe protection forged from solid steel. On his back he carries an enormous bag filled to the brim with all the practical supplies a pragmatic traveller would need to survive a long trip, as well as packing several sharp blades and a hunting rifle.

Shen knew the journey to the cabin would be long and he needed to make this pilgrimage so that he would find a teacher worthy of training him to use his power to his maximum potential. This eagerness to meet his new master exhilarated him as he speed forth to meet them at the cabin, which now came to view. He slowed his speed as he closed the last few hundred yards before parking near the front entrance. He embarked from his cycle and took off his helmet, causing his long flowing hair to cascade like a dark waterfall from the night sky, shining silver from the moon. After his long and arduous journey, he was ready to rest in the inviting house before him.

Just as Shen approached the door, a somewhat muffled, but clearly heard explosion of great force erupted from within the house, startling him. He had no idea what was going on, but sudden explosions were rarely ever a good thing, and there could be people inside the house. It might even be under attack! Shen ran next to the suspiciously open door, hugging the wall. His senses flared to life as he used them to examine his surroundings. Shen heard some form of sprinkler system go off from the inside. At least now if he enters he has plenty of ammunition to work with should things get hairy. He also heard some subtle footsteps pacing in a somewhat erratic manner. He could also hear some faint whispers but could not make out the words. The person’s footsteps suggest someone who is injured; someone who needs help. If there was an attacker or attackers, they probably weren’t one of them. A pleasant lemon scent wafted past his nose, letting him now the automated defense system is dispersing some form of counter measure to chemical intrusion.

Lack of gunfire or any significant noise after the explosion eased Shen’s nerves a bit. He craned his head aside the door so that he may catch a glimpse of the inside. As soon as he saw that the coast was clear, he took a moment to simply breath and clear his mind. His mind will need to be focused and alert before he enters. After a few breathes and stretches, he finished preparing his body and spirit for combat. He started into a soft guard, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He was now in a trance of pure focus and determination, detaching himself from his fears and concerns. He stepped slowly and methodically into the halls, making nary a sound as he went. He felt connected to the water around him, like an extension of himself that he could manipulate as naturally as his arm and legs. There were others in the house, he could sense it.

As he turned one of the halls, he saw someone next to a door singed by fire, probably the source of the explosion he heard before. There is a young brown haired man garbed only in a pair of boxers, likely caught off guard. Shen spoke with a soft tone of voice from across the hall as he slowly approached them, hoping not to startle him as they seem quite shell-shocked. “Are you alright? I heard the explosion from outside.”. Shen was curious what happened here, but tending to whoever were unfortunate enough to be caught up in this chaos took higher priority.
Name: Jing Shen

Species: Human

Age: 36 (Looks 25)

Age: Male (Constantly gets mistaken for Female)

Personality: Shen as a persistent aura of calm and confidence about him, even in grossly inappropriate times. He has a disdain for notions of societal or social conformity, viewing them as inhibitors to creative expressions and genuine bonding. He is quiet and reserved most of the time, though he isn’t afraid to be snarky and make jest of other people’s frustrations. To most he comes across as cold and logical, though this belies his more tender nature, one in which he is not afraid to show to others he wants to have more… “intimate” interactions with. He is a hopeless romantic, a man who derives pleasure, both base and profound, from the people he meets. Perversion aside, he tries to see the beauty in all things and is very introspective. He strives for poetry and meaning like a man possessed, and his will and determination is rivaled by few.

Appearance: Shen is slender, 6’6 tall and an incredibly handsome young man with long cascading dark blue hair that reaches nearly to his waist and two little hair “antennae” at the top. He has sparkling sky blue eyes and a smooth heart-shaped face. He possesses only a little bit of musculature to differentiate his masculinity from his otherwise very effeminate appearance and demeanor. As he is fond of swimming (and loves the sensation) he shaves every single strand of hair other than that which adorns his head. He is very pragmatic when it comes to clothing, usually preferring function over form if he can’t compromise and doesn’t like his fluid movements to be impaired. His most usual attire is a dark purple cloak with storm flap and hood with a light purple vest and navy blue long-sleeved shirt beneath. His pants are navy blue baggy cargo pants with gun holsters and his brown boots are steel-toed.

Powers: Water Manipulation: Whenever Shen’s mind, body, and spirit are working in harmonious tandem, he can manipulate H2O molecules in any form. He can control the movement of water, allowing him to effortlessly use it to attack and defend in a mesmerizing dance of fluid motion. He can change the pressure of water as well, allowing him to focus the water to a point where it can cut through solid steel. He can even alter the energy state of water, allowing him to transition its natural state from a liquid to solid ice and obscuring mist and back again. Other applications of his water powers include levitating and propelling water through the air, affecting currents and their directions and shielding pockets of air allowing him to store oxygen for diving. Due to a very intimate understanding of his body and his abilities he can even manipulate the water inside his own body for various effects. He can direct blood flow within his veins and arteries, increasing the blood flow and allowing his body to detoxify more quickly as well as distribute the weight in his body more effectively. This also helps in warming and cooling his insides down depending on external conditions.

Physical and Mental Attributes and Skills: Due to several years of training in Tai Chi Chuan, Yoga, swimming, contortion and other martial arts, Shen has a very acute awareness of body and mind. His body is very nimble and flexible, and he is a master of physical balance and maneuverability. Instead of reacting to force with force, he has trained his body to roll with the punches and redirect his opponent's force against him. He is very athletic and acrobatic, a dancer on the battlefield who fights with precision and grace. While far from strong in the rawest sense, he can replenish energy faster than most normal people and tap into these reserves to give him enough stamina to endure longer periods of physical exertion. He can also contort his body fit into small places or finagle his way out of confinements. He is also trained in the use of blades and guns.

Strengths: Shen has very good dexterity and maneuverability and his water manipulation has a great range of versatility and a good balance of offense and defense. He is very aware of his mind and body, knows his limitations and is very level-headed and precise.

Weaknesses: Shen’s water powers requires some form of freedom of movement and clarity and lucidity of mind, robbing him of these things can diminish or even negate his powers entirely. His powers and martial arts prioritize defense over offense, thus an especially aggressive and resilient opponent can corner him if he spends too much time defending. Shen’s power is very much dependent on whatever water is available in his surroundings. Shen has finesse, but he lacks strength and long-term stamina and can easily be overpowered if an opponent can succeed in connecting a blow.

Misc: Jing Shen was born left-handed, but learned how to be ambidextrous.
Name: Jing Shen

Species: Human

Age: 36 (Looks 25)

Age: Male (Constantly gets mistaken for Female)

Personality: Shen as a persistent aura of calm and confidence about him, even in grossly inappropriate times. He has a disdain for notions of societal or social conformity, viewing them as inhibitors to creative expressions and genuine bonding. He is quiet and reserved most of the time, though he isn’t afraid to be snarky and make jest of other people’s frustrations. To most he comes across as cold and logical, though this belies his more tender nature, one in which he is not afraid to show to others he wants to have more… “intimate” interactions with. He is a hopeless romantic, a man who derives pleasure, both base and profound, from the people he meets. Perversion aside, he tries to see the beauty in all things and is very introspective. He strives for poetry and meaning like a man possessed, and his will and determination is rivaled by few.

Appearance: Shen is slender, 6’6 tall and an incredibly handsome young man with long cascading dark blue hair that reaches nearly to his waist and two little hair “antennae” at the top. He has sparkling sky blue eyes and a smooth heart-shaped face. He possesses only a little bit of musculature to differentiate his masculinity from his otherwise very effeminate appearance and demeanor. As he is fond of swimming (and loves the sensation) he shaves every single strand of hair other than that which adorns his head. He is very pragmatic when it comes to clothing, usually preferring function over form if he can’t compromise and doesn’t like his fluid movements to be impaired. His most usual attire is a dark purple cloak with storm flap and hood with a light purple vest and navy blue long-sleeved shirt beneath. His pants are navy blue baggy cargo pants with gun holsters and his brown boots are steel-toed.

Powers: Water Manipulation: Whenever Shen’s mind, body, and spirit are working in harmonious tandem, he can manipulate H2O molecules in any form. He can control the movement of water, allowing him to effortlessly use it to attack and defend in a mesmerizing dance of fluid motion. He can change the pressure of water as well, allowing him to focus the water to a point where it can cut through solid steel. He can even alter the energy state of water, allowing him to transition its natural state from a liquid to solid ice and obscuring mist and back again. Other applications of his water powers include levitating and propelling water through the air, affecting currents and their directions and shielding pockets of air allowing him to store oxygen for diving. Due to a very intimate understanding of his body and his abilities he can even manipulate the water inside his own body for various effects. He can direct blood flow within his veins and arteries, increasing the blood flow and allowing his body to detoxify more quickly as well as distribute the weight in his body more effectively. This also helps in warming and cooling his insides down depending on external conditions.

Physical and Mental Attributes and Skills: Due to several years of training in Tai Chi Chuan, Yoga, swimming, contortion and other martial arts, Shen has a very acute awareness of body and mind. His body is very nimble and flexible, and he is a master of physical balance and maneuverability. Instead of reacting to force with force, he has trained his body to roll with the punches and redirect his opponent's force against him. He is very athletic and acrobatic, a dancer on the battlefield who fights with precision and grace. While far from strong in the rawest sense, he can replenish energy faster than most normal people and tap into these reserves to give him enough stamina to endure longer periods of physical exertion. He can also contort his body fit into small places or finagle his way out of confinements. He is also trained in the use of blades and guns.

Strengths: Shen has very good dexterity and maneuverability and his water manipulation has a great range of versatility and a good balance of offense and defense. He is very aware of his mind and body, knows his limitations and is very level-headed and precise.

Weaknesses: Shen’s water powers requires some form of freedom of movement and clarity and lucidity of mind, robbing him of these things can diminish or even negate his powers entirely. His powers and martial arts prioritize defense over offense, thus an especially aggressive and resilient opponent can corner him if he spends too much time defending. Shen’s power is very much dependent on whatever water is available in his surroundings. Shen has finesse, but he lacks strength and long-term stamina and can easily be overpowered if an opponent can succeed in connecting a blow.

Misc: Jing Shen was born left-handed, but learned how to be ambidextrous.


@BlessedWrath Thanks! :) I will work on my character in the mean time.
@Tergonaut Yo! I read the story so far and I think I have a pretty good grasp on everything so far. I will work on a cs to present to you. I am curious however what your timezone is, to make conversations smoother. Also, I tried to enter the discord, but the link doesn't seem to work for me for some reason, saying its invalid or expired. I do like the premise and this seems like a rp I might really enjoy, being partial to superpower/anything goes kind of settings and concepts.
@TechnoWizROK Considering Lyonel and Hayate are similar in status and allegiance, want to have our characters interact in the foreseeable future?
Vasuki

Vasuki had just finished setting up shop in a tin shack at the local marketplace, a term he would use loosely. He had his

various wares sprawled out on a rummaged hexagonal poker table inside his shack, with sofa chairs and a couch inside so

that customers could relax while he bartered with them. Above the entrance hung a large wooden sign with text crudely

written in marker saying "Vasuki's Maps and General Store (Will accept any form of currency)". Vasuki was not picky when

it came to trading and bartering, anything can potentially be valuable in the wastes, and he knew this well. Much of his

wares consisted of whatever he could get his hands on, guns, silverware, cigerettes, pots and pans, etc. However, the star

attraction of his shop and his real source of income were his hand-made charts and maps. Vasuki was an artist, and his

maps were his art, each one pain-stakingly made, covering much of the land he himself walked on foot across his life-long

trek through the wastes. Each one detailed important watering holes, notable terrain, popular caravan and trading routes,

even formations of the stars themselves. In the ash, knowing where you are a going is a fundamental step in maintaining

one's survival, and knowing where those scarce resources are a godsend to wanderers, and would pay a pretty penny to

attain that information.

Vasuki sits in a bright red chair behind the poker table which greatly contrasts with the muted colors of his

surroundings, eagerly awaiting his customers to enter. He is draped from head to toe in light sand colored desert robes

and sporting a bright sky blue poncho with gold color pattern, brown boots which little known to most others were steel-

toed, thick desert camo gloves, goggles for sunlight and sand protection obscuring his eyes, and a black cowboy hat with a

Ace of Spades deck card binded on his left side. The only skin visible on his body is his nose and adjacent cheeks with

small slivers of his dirty blonde hair sticking out from beneath his hat. Vasuki rarely stayed in any one place for too

long, thus did not care much for opening up to others, metaphorically or litteraly save a few occassions. The only thing

people needed to know about him is if there was a demand, he was the supply. Draped around his neck like some form of

living ornament is his beloved 6 foot black with white stripes pet ball python Arcamedis. Most people would not know just

by looking at him, but Arcamedis is as loving as a puppy, assuming he is well fed of course, which his owner is very

generous with doing so. Behind them sat a very large travelling pack, which carries everything Vasuki owns on this earth

inside. Next to the bag and in plain view were his hunting rifle and a 12-gauge shotgun, a clear warning to any would be

robbers that he will not take kindly to someone taking off with his merchandise without being properly compensated. Of

course, he always had an ace or two up his sleave for dealing with thugs, two long barreled six-shooters hidden beneath

his coat, and daggers and throwing knives of all shapes and sizes hidden everywhere a person could hide them save their

buttocks.

Vasuki had not been in the village long, having only arrived a few hours prior, greatly relieved to find some form of

civilization and human contact after days of exhaustive treking through the wastes. Now, well rested, well fed and well

stocked, he proudly opens his shop for buisness. His target demographic were other travelers, and he knew they would start

lining up to buy his maps out of neccessity. It is a service he is proud to do, so many others have perished under the

scorching sun and the unforgiving wilds, a fate he has nearly avoided on several occassions, and not an experience he

wanted others to feel. Of course, nothing ever truly comes free in this world, an opinion he is very eager to express.

Everything was now set up, all Vasuki had to do now was wait. Vasuki had the supplies he needed to enter the wastes once

more, but before that he seeks to reap the fruits of his own labor. Money is a beautiful thing, few other things make him

smile more brightly then a sac full of gold, the music of coins rubbing against eachother producing that melodious

jingling, and the satisfaction of a well done deal. Vasuki sat steady in his chair, eager to to make the sale, Arcamedis

reclining on his shoulders, relaxed and at ease.
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