Gowi said
More or less. In the last game we had Carol Danvers as a Green Lantern.
Now I'm torn between a Yellow Ringed Scarecrow and a Blue Ringed Captain America..
There are more Hero's than Villains I take it..?
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I am a man in my mid twenties who has been role playing since I was 10. I just recently moved to a new town to attend university, and I'm attempting to open up to new people, both in-person and online. I'm part of the official guild discord, so feel free to add me if you want. I love reading and writing, science fiction, and fantasy. In my off time if I feel like using my brain I enjoy reading classical literature. I recently finished Anna Karenina and have started Tale of Two Cities. I have also been slowly studying and learning French. Don't mind the low post count I normally do my RPing through private messaging.
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Now I'm torn between a Yellow Ringed Scarecrow and a Blue Ringed Captain America..
There are more Hero's than Villains I take it..?
Nightrunner said
Of course. Just sub in some Marvel characters.
What do you mean? Like play as a Marvel Character that is a Blue Lantern..?
I was hoping to play as a New Blue Lantern, because while I like the concept of the Blue Lanterns, I don't much care for any of their actual characters. Any way this could be a possibility..?
Gowi said
C'est la vie. Revise your profile and tell me when it's done and I'll post it; but you should be good to post when we start.
My CS is all polished up and ready to be posted.
The Asian youth stepped off the bus, having traversed a great ways to Tokyo, in order to fulfill his Destiny. He had nothing to his name but the clothes on his back and the envelope in his jacket pocket. Yet despite having so little, he knew his various skills and abilities would always be able to provide for him, if he would use them.
He walked quickly, looking about him he couldn’t help but feel slightly claustrophobic. He had never seen so many people walking the streets in his entire life. The number of people indeed gave him stress, but also made him feel small. It was as if he was invisible even just by walking down the street. He enjoyed the fact so few seemed to pay any attention to him at all.
Yet soon enough he came upon the doors of a large Estate in the northern hills of Tokyo, where the rich and privileged seemed to make their home. Yamamoto took the envelope from his jacket and looked once more to the address, before glancing up and confirming he was indeed at the right place. Taking a deep breath, he knocked heavily on the great door of the manor, and found a servant open it immediately.
“What may I do for you today, young man..?”
“I am here to speak to a Katsu Kikagawa.”
“I am afraid Mr. Kikagawa is busy at the moment, and doesn’t accept walk-up’s even if he wasn’t. If you’d like to make an appoint-“
Yamamoto rolled his eyes and pushed the door open regardless, moving past the shocked servant easily. The interior of the home shocked the youth, finding velvet carpet and a chandelier in the center of the room. A duel staircase lay before him, and voices were heard speaking behind a great oak door. The servant rushed past Yamamoto to a marble bust of what seemed to be Katsu’s head; opening the top revealed a secret red button, which he pressed harshly.
“You’d better leave, sir! Or else Mr. Kikagawa’s security forces will force you out! And I can promise you that’ll be most unpleasant!”
Wordlessly, Yamamoto ascended the staircase, and opened the oak door. Inside, an aging man with wispy greying hair sat behind a large desk. In front of the older man sat three separate men, roughly as old as Yamamoto or slightly older.
“Atticus has been searching far and wide for Harada. He won’t get away with deserting us like that. Who does he think he is..?” Spoke one of the men, his voice bitter and resentful.
“Atticus says he’s got a lead, a bar in Tokyo that Harada was seen in a few hours ago. You know Atticus and his way with things. We’ll know where he’s going by this time tomorrow.” Spoke the second, older and more burly.
Yet the man behind the desk was paying no mind at all to his visitors, instead his eyes locked on Yamamoto, standing in the doorway behind the guests quietly. The man looked pale, as if he had seen a ghost. Yamamoto was confused, but did not wish to speak and alert the others of his presence. But It didn’t matter. One of the men turned around to see what the apparent boss was looking at, and stood up almost immediately. The others did the same.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be in here!” Cried the burly man, approaching angrily.
Yet Yamamoto did not say a word. Instead, he began to walk forward with a confidence that even seemed to unnerve the thugs before him slightly. When the burly man was in grabbing distance, the thug attempted to slam a haymacker into the youths chin. Years upon years of training had prepared Yamamoto for far worse than these urban scum, and he dodged to the left effortlessly, bringing a kick up to the mans ribs. He grunted painfully, and the youth gave him a spinning backfist in a flash, sending him spiraling backwards into the chairs.
The other two men seemed shocked, and reached for the pistols in their own jackets. Yet Yamamoto was faster than them, and quickly swept the legs out beneath one, before a fist connected with the throat of the other. They both fell to the floor, their balance lost and in pain. The youth gave each man a swift kick to the head, and they were out cold before they even knew what was happening.
The burly man was on his feet again now, but the assassin darted forward, kicking him fiercely in the chest, sending him flying backwards and out a large glass window near the desk of the old man. Yet through this brief scuffle, the man did not move, nor appear surprised.
“I knew you would come one day.” He said with a nod of his head. Standing up uncertainly, he looked the youth in the eye.
“Then you know who I am.”
“I do, my son. You move similar to your mother, you know. She would be proud…”
“You know nothing of my mother.”
“More than you, boy. Now, I am still alive. So what do you want from me..?”
“I am here for answers.”
“And you shall. But first, I have something to show you.”
The old man rose from his seat and approached a book shelf near his desk, against a wall. Pulling a book out of the wall titled “Bushido: The Way of the Warrior”. The book shelf began to sink into the floor, and in the space behind it was a dimly lit and cramped hallway. The pair entered the hallway together and walked a short ways before entering a slightly bigger room. The room was dusty and bare, except a single large metallic container in the center. Glass was on the front, allowing the men to see inside at what hung on the rack.
It appeared a suit of black and yellow, the material a form that Yamamoto had never seen before. A black visor was over the face, obscuring the identity of the wearer. There seemed to be more to it than a simple material though, as a small and compact generator appeared on the lower back of the suit, allowing electrical impulses to run through it.
Next to the suit was a belt filled with variations of grenades, as well as several pouches containing things Yamamoto could not see. Next to it was a seemingly standard pistol, as well as a large sniper rifle equipped with a scope, seemingly up to 50x magnification. Yet none of this interested the young Assassin nearly as much as the last weapon.
A one-handed sword of pure black hung against the rack, it shimmered even in the dull light. It appeared to be made of a strange metal, perhaps obsidian. It looked similar to a Katana, yet crafted with much more care and intricacy than any Katana he had ever seen. Upon the blade was an engraving, the words stylized and clear.
“Sting like a Bee.” Spoke Yamamoto, reading the blade. He had to admit the display was impressive, seeming to be cutting edge technology, and probably ridiculously expansive.
“Yes. This was a suit worn by your grandfather during World War 2 against the Americans. It has seen more combat than either of us will ever know. I acquired it recently, and refitted it for the modern world. But I do not have the skills to adequately use it. I have connections, power, and wealth. But I do not have your skills, nor your way with Death. If you are half the Assassin your mother was, you are more than worthy to carry on the Legacy of Beesting.”
"Hmm... I don't know." Spoke Yamamoto hesitantly, the suit was alluring.
”Yes, you wish to bring Glory to our Ancestors, do you not..? And why not make some money while you’re at it..? Come my son, you may have been gone for many years, but you are here now, with me. What do you say, eh..?”
”Who is my first contract…?” responded Yamamoto quietly, putting a hand up against the glass of what he felt was his Destiny.
”A man named Riku Somasa, part of the Hokkaido Clan. We have been in a territory war for several years now with them, and I think with your help, we may just push the scale in our favor.”
Yamamoto nodded and looked to his father, prepared to become the instrument of Death he had been born to be.
”We are going to make a lot of money together, my son!”
He walked quickly, looking about him he couldn’t help but feel slightly claustrophobic. He had never seen so many people walking the streets in his entire life. The number of people indeed gave him stress, but also made him feel small. It was as if he was invisible even just by walking down the street. He enjoyed the fact so few seemed to pay any attention to him at all.
Yet soon enough he came upon the doors of a large Estate in the northern hills of Tokyo, where the rich and privileged seemed to make their home. Yamamoto took the envelope from his jacket and looked once more to the address, before glancing up and confirming he was indeed at the right place. Taking a deep breath, he knocked heavily on the great door of the manor, and found a servant open it immediately.
“What may I do for you today, young man..?”
“I am here to speak to a Katsu Kikagawa.”
“I am afraid Mr. Kikagawa is busy at the moment, and doesn’t accept walk-up’s even if he wasn’t. If you’d like to make an appoint-“
Yamamoto rolled his eyes and pushed the door open regardless, moving past the shocked servant easily. The interior of the home shocked the youth, finding velvet carpet and a chandelier in the center of the room. A duel staircase lay before him, and voices were heard speaking behind a great oak door. The servant rushed past Yamamoto to a marble bust of what seemed to be Katsu’s head; opening the top revealed a secret red button, which he pressed harshly.
“You’d better leave, sir! Or else Mr. Kikagawa’s security forces will force you out! And I can promise you that’ll be most unpleasant!”
Wordlessly, Yamamoto ascended the staircase, and opened the oak door. Inside, an aging man with wispy greying hair sat behind a large desk. In front of the older man sat three separate men, roughly as old as Yamamoto or slightly older.
“Atticus has been searching far and wide for Harada. He won’t get away with deserting us like that. Who does he think he is..?” Spoke one of the men, his voice bitter and resentful.
“Atticus says he’s got a lead, a bar in Tokyo that Harada was seen in a few hours ago. You know Atticus and his way with things. We’ll know where he’s going by this time tomorrow.” Spoke the second, older and more burly.
Yet the man behind the desk was paying no mind at all to his visitors, instead his eyes locked on Yamamoto, standing in the doorway behind the guests quietly. The man looked pale, as if he had seen a ghost. Yamamoto was confused, but did not wish to speak and alert the others of his presence. But It didn’t matter. One of the men turned around to see what the apparent boss was looking at, and stood up almost immediately. The others did the same.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be in here!” Cried the burly man, approaching angrily.
Yet Yamamoto did not say a word. Instead, he began to walk forward with a confidence that even seemed to unnerve the thugs before him slightly. When the burly man was in grabbing distance, the thug attempted to slam a haymacker into the youths chin. Years upon years of training had prepared Yamamoto for far worse than these urban scum, and he dodged to the left effortlessly, bringing a kick up to the mans ribs. He grunted painfully, and the youth gave him a spinning backfist in a flash, sending him spiraling backwards into the chairs.
The other two men seemed shocked, and reached for the pistols in their own jackets. Yet Yamamoto was faster than them, and quickly swept the legs out beneath one, before a fist connected with the throat of the other. They both fell to the floor, their balance lost and in pain. The youth gave each man a swift kick to the head, and they were out cold before they even knew what was happening.
The burly man was on his feet again now, but the assassin darted forward, kicking him fiercely in the chest, sending him flying backwards and out a large glass window near the desk of the old man. Yet through this brief scuffle, the man did not move, nor appear surprised.
“I knew you would come one day.” He said with a nod of his head. Standing up uncertainly, he looked the youth in the eye.
“Then you know who I am.”
“I do, my son. You move similar to your mother, you know. She would be proud…”
“You know nothing of my mother.”
“More than you, boy. Now, I am still alive. So what do you want from me..?”
“I am here for answers.”
“And you shall. But first, I have something to show you.”
The old man rose from his seat and approached a book shelf near his desk, against a wall. Pulling a book out of the wall titled “Bushido: The Way of the Warrior”. The book shelf began to sink into the floor, and in the space behind it was a dimly lit and cramped hallway. The pair entered the hallway together and walked a short ways before entering a slightly bigger room. The room was dusty and bare, except a single large metallic container in the center. Glass was on the front, allowing the men to see inside at what hung on the rack.
It appeared a suit of black and yellow, the material a form that Yamamoto had never seen before. A black visor was over the face, obscuring the identity of the wearer. There seemed to be more to it than a simple material though, as a small and compact generator appeared on the lower back of the suit, allowing electrical impulses to run through it.
Next to the suit was a belt filled with variations of grenades, as well as several pouches containing things Yamamoto could not see. Next to it was a seemingly standard pistol, as well as a large sniper rifle equipped with a scope, seemingly up to 50x magnification. Yet none of this interested the young Assassin nearly as much as the last weapon.
A one-handed sword of pure black hung against the rack, it shimmered even in the dull light. It appeared to be made of a strange metal, perhaps obsidian. It looked similar to a Katana, yet crafted with much more care and intricacy than any Katana he had ever seen. Upon the blade was an engraving, the words stylized and clear.
“Sting like a Bee.” Spoke Yamamoto, reading the blade. He had to admit the display was impressive, seeming to be cutting edge technology, and probably ridiculously expansive.
“Yes. This was a suit worn by your grandfather during World War 2 against the Americans. It has seen more combat than either of us will ever know. I acquired it recently, and refitted it for the modern world. But I do not have the skills to adequately use it. I have connections, power, and wealth. But I do not have your skills, nor your way with Death. If you are half the Assassin your mother was, you are more than worthy to carry on the Legacy of Beesting.”
"Hmm... I don't know." Spoke Yamamoto hesitantly, the suit was alluring.
”Yes, you wish to bring Glory to our Ancestors, do you not..? And why not make some money while you’re at it..? Come my son, you may have been gone for many years, but you are here now, with me. What do you say, eh..?”
”Who is my first contract…?” responded Yamamoto quietly, putting a hand up against the glass of what he felt was his Destiny.
”A man named Riku Somasa, part of the Hokkaido Clan. We have been in a territory war for several years now with them, and I think with your help, we may just push the scale in our favor.”
Yamamoto nodded and looked to his father, prepared to become the instrument of Death he had been born to be.
”We are going to make a lot of money together, my son!”
Hey guys, I felt Beesting may be a little underpowered, because when it boils down to it he is a regular human contending with magic users and meta-humans. Because of this I wrote in that the suit artificially increases his strength, speed, and endurance slightly, to help level playing field. I also wrote him in as learned in poisons, and the suit allowing him to make a duplicate hologram of himself during combat, to confuse his opponents and give him a breather. Let me know if there is any problems with that.
I will be writing my first post shortly.
I will be writing my first post shortly.
Deja said
Hey Prince, my character Tremor is also a Japanese native and former yakuza member. He spent the better part of the last decade being one the go to enforcers for the syndicate because of his martial arts mastery and superhuman powers. He did leave them though t during a moral awakening. The Beesting would therefore know of Tremor, and may even have had a history with him?
Woah. That is freaking insane that another person has a character mirroring my own so closely. I could totally be down with that idea, Deja! But there is only one small problem...
Yamamoto still needs to go through his Origin Arc, which means he hasn't even entered the Japanese Underworld yet, and has nothing to do with any of that. Up until this point he has spent his entire life training with the assassins. Maybe Tremor will soon hear of a up and coming Assassin that arrived in town? ;)
Gowi said
Your profile seems in order as well so post it in the approved CS link I mentioned, though I would say to anyone referencing Gotham's university; it's University of Gotham, not Gotham University as stated (if I recall) in some notes or my CS. If I forgot to mention it, my bad, but yeah.
I was thinking of making a few more tweaks. Fixing the Universifty of Gotham thing, and maybe adding a part on how each Year of the Superheros and how it affected Jonathan. But I don't really care one way or another about polishing it up a bit. As long as I'm accepted! :)
Oh, but I can't post in the Accepted profiled thread anyway. So you'll have to post my CS.
Alias: Beesting
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Golden.
Character Alignment: Walking the Line, leaning towards Hero.
Origin Info/Details: Yamamoto has been born and raised with Assassins in a remote monastery in the shadow of Mt. Fuji. It is only recently has he become a man and honorary assassin of their order, and has left to both find his father and place in the world. Details in Supporting Characters.
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:
Yamamoto Kikagawa is a reserved and serious man, allowing his actions to speak for him. It is whispered in rumor that he was always at least slightly this way, though it worsened after the murder of his ten year old half-sister. He is a man not above extinguishing the lives of others, as his work as a hired killer requires him to do so. Yet despite this he has his own personal moral conduct, even if it is loose. He is a man who follows the almighty Yen, or in the case, dollar.
He is prideful and untrusting, and finds both accepting and giving forgiveness very difficult to do. Once his trust is broken it is very unlikely one will regain it, and though he is a man slow to anger, his Fury knows no end. Resourceful and cunning, he has seen much struggle and strife in his short life.
Uniform/costume:
The Beesting
Yamamoto Kikagawa
Hero Type (Select one):
Acrobat
Power Level (Select one below):
City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
Powers (Be Specific):
- Master of Shadows and Stealth.
- Expert in Hand-to-Hand combat and martial arts.
- Trained in agility and evasiveness, quick on his feet.
- Learned in swordsmanship as well as marksmanship.
- Master if Poisons and Toxins, also learned in Deception.
-The suit allows a duplicate hologram of himself to be created for short periods of time, allowing confusion and deception in combat.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20 MPH normally, 40 MPH with the suit.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours normally, 4 hours with the suit.
Agility: 5X Human Level normally, 10X with the suit.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: None in specific, other than mental instability and rapidly draining financial resources.
Supporting Characters:
Taro Kikagawa – Deceased many years before the beginning of the story, he is the grandfather of Yamamoto. Born in Nagaski, he joined the Imperial Army as World War 2 began, and participated in the bombing of Pearl Harbor. and raised in rank until he became part of a special operations unit known only as ‘The Deadly Dozen’. Yet surpassing even them, at the age of twenty years old he is selected by the Japanese Government to undergo a top secret super soldier project known only as Project: Beesting.
Through intense physical and mental conditioning, he becomes a secret weapon to the Japanese military, and wreaks havoc on the Allied forces. He is given a technological yellow and black suit equipped with the best technology the Japanese had to offer during the 1940’s.
Yet even he is unable to turn the tide of war after the invention of the Atomic Bomb by the Americans. After his hometown of Nagaski is destroyed by a atomic bomb, he deserts Japan believing if he was faster, stronger, and more trained he could have saved his home. He becomes officially stateless and deserts Japan in the 1946. It is in this same year he impregnates a woman in Tokyo before leaving, allowing for the birth of Katsu. From then on he works as a International Mercenary, siding with the Soviets during the Cold War, wishing for Vengeance against the Americans.
Yet his hatred for the Americans was too passionate, and both Russian and American Special Forces assassinated him after deciding that if he was allowed to continue living, he would spark World War 3 between the two superpowers. His suit and blade were acquired by the Russians.
Mizuki Tanaka– The mother of Yamamoto and a fierce and silent killer. She belongs to a group of Japanese assassins known only as ‘The Hidden Blade’. She dies in childbirth giving life to Yamamoto, yet leaves in her last will and testament instructions on how to find his father to be given to him on his eighteenth birthday.
Katsu Kikagawa – Fatherless and given up for adoption by a mother that never wanted him, Katsu drifts from orphanage to foster care growing up, and falls into the seedy Japanese Underworld. In the 1970’s he begins creating his own clan of mobsters, and has been building his criminal empire nearly his entire life. He has become respected in the Japanese underworld. He impregnates Mizuki after he hires her to kill a rival kingpin, leading the Hokkaido Clan, and does not learn about the birth of Yamamoto until he is already a man. He eventually is able to smuggle the Beesting suit and blade from corrupt Russian officials, buying millions in Yen. Yet untrained in martial arts and weaponry, he begins updating the suit and blade for the modern world in the year 2004, waiting for a Champion to give him an ultimate weapon in the deadly game of Yakuza Crime.
Asuka Kikagawa – Ten year old half-sister to Yamamoto, she was born of Katsu’s concubine. Innocent and free spirited, she accepts Yamamoto and loves him unconditionally, though unaware of his deadly talents. It is with her that he feels he can try and pretend his hands are not dirtied by the blood of many.
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Yamamoto spit upon the cold stone floor of the remote hidden base of the ‘The Hidden Blades’, blood in his saliva. His mentor stood before him, a hard grimace on his face. They had been sparring for hours, and Yamamoto was tiring, and his body was sore from repeated strikes to his body by the much more skilled sensei. His body burned with the exertion of the day, and his breath came in ragged and shallow gulps.
“You are weak, Yamamoto. You think you are ready to be a true Blade. Yet you can barely keep pace with an old man.” He chuckled harshly and approached slowly, his arms raised and poised to strike. Before the youth could reply, a sweeping kick came to knock the man onto the floor, yet he leaped into the air, over the attempted kick. Landing with a thud, Yamamoto swung his fist harshly, yet found it land squarely in the palm of his master. With a yank, the master pulled the bruised man in forcefully, connecting a fist to the chin of the boy. He stumbled backwards, dazed, and fell onto his back on the floor. The sensei approached once more, looking down upon the finally defeated aspiring assassin.
“Please, master… I can barely breathe. I can’t continue. I can’t keep up…” Cried the wounded youth, sprawled eagle on the floor, barely able to see straight.
“You think Death is fair…?” Whispered the Master sadistically, sending a swift kick into the ribs of the defenseless Yamamoto.
“You think Death will wait for you to catch your breath..?” He spoke one more, now sending a kick to the head of Yamamoto, his vision becoming even more blurred.
“Your mother would be ashamed. You wish to become one with Death. Yet you wish Death to serve you and your whims. Your weak and fragile body. Always remember this, my student.
Death shall never serve you.
You shall serve Death.”
With those final words echoing in his head, Yamamoto Kikagawa fell into darkness, and unconsciousness overtook him.
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Golden.
Character Alignment: Walking the Line, leaning towards Hero.
Origin Info/Details: Yamamoto has been born and raised with Assassins in a remote monastery in the shadow of Mt. Fuji. It is only recently has he become a man and honorary assassin of their order, and has left to both find his father and place in the world. Details in Supporting Characters.
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:
Yamamoto Kikagawa is a reserved and serious man, allowing his actions to speak for him. It is whispered in rumor that he was always at least slightly this way, though it worsened after the murder of his ten year old half-sister. He is a man not above extinguishing the lives of others, as his work as a hired killer requires him to do so. Yet despite this he has his own personal moral conduct, even if it is loose. He is a man who follows the almighty Yen, or in the case, dollar.
He is prideful and untrusting, and finds both accepting and giving forgiveness very difficult to do. Once his trust is broken it is very unlikely one will regain it, and though he is a man slow to anger, his Fury knows no end. Resourceful and cunning, he has seen much struggle and strife in his short life.
Uniform/costume:
The Beesting
Yamamoto Kikagawa
Hero Type (Select one):
Acrobat
Power Level (Select one below):
City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
Powers (Be Specific):
- Master of Shadows and Stealth.
- Expert in Hand-to-Hand combat and martial arts.
- Trained in agility and evasiveness, quick on his feet.
- Learned in swordsmanship as well as marksmanship.
- Master if Poisons and Toxins, also learned in Deception.
-The suit allows a duplicate hologram of himself to be created for short periods of time, allowing confusion and deception in combat.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20 MPH normally, 40 MPH with the suit.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours normally, 4 hours with the suit.
Agility: 5X Human Level normally, 10X with the suit.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: None in specific, other than mental instability and rapidly draining financial resources.
Supporting Characters:
Taro Kikagawa – Deceased many years before the beginning of the story, he is the grandfather of Yamamoto. Born in Nagaski, he joined the Imperial Army as World War 2 began, and participated in the bombing of Pearl Harbor. and raised in rank until he became part of a special operations unit known only as ‘The Deadly Dozen’. Yet surpassing even them, at the age of twenty years old he is selected by the Japanese Government to undergo a top secret super soldier project known only as Project: Beesting.
Through intense physical and mental conditioning, he becomes a secret weapon to the Japanese military, and wreaks havoc on the Allied forces. He is given a technological yellow and black suit equipped with the best technology the Japanese had to offer during the 1940’s.
Yet even he is unable to turn the tide of war after the invention of the Atomic Bomb by the Americans. After his hometown of Nagaski is destroyed by a atomic bomb, he deserts Japan believing if he was faster, stronger, and more trained he could have saved his home. He becomes officially stateless and deserts Japan in the 1946. It is in this same year he impregnates a woman in Tokyo before leaving, allowing for the birth of Katsu. From then on he works as a International Mercenary, siding with the Soviets during the Cold War, wishing for Vengeance against the Americans.
Yet his hatred for the Americans was too passionate, and both Russian and American Special Forces assassinated him after deciding that if he was allowed to continue living, he would spark World War 3 between the two superpowers. His suit and blade were acquired by the Russians.
Mizuki Tanaka– The mother of Yamamoto and a fierce and silent killer. She belongs to a group of Japanese assassins known only as ‘The Hidden Blade’. She dies in childbirth giving life to Yamamoto, yet leaves in her last will and testament instructions on how to find his father to be given to him on his eighteenth birthday.
Katsu Kikagawa – Fatherless and given up for adoption by a mother that never wanted him, Katsu drifts from orphanage to foster care growing up, and falls into the seedy Japanese Underworld. In the 1970’s he begins creating his own clan of mobsters, and has been building his criminal empire nearly his entire life. He has become respected in the Japanese underworld. He impregnates Mizuki after he hires her to kill a rival kingpin, leading the Hokkaido Clan, and does not learn about the birth of Yamamoto until he is already a man. He eventually is able to smuggle the Beesting suit and blade from corrupt Russian officials, buying millions in Yen. Yet untrained in martial arts and weaponry, he begins updating the suit and blade for the modern world in the year 2004, waiting for a Champion to give him an ultimate weapon in the deadly game of Yakuza Crime.
Asuka Kikagawa – Ten year old half-sister to Yamamoto, she was born of Katsu’s concubine. Innocent and free spirited, she accepts Yamamoto and loves him unconditionally, though unaware of his deadly talents. It is with her that he feels he can try and pretend his hands are not dirtied by the blood of many.
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Yamamoto spit upon the cold stone floor of the remote hidden base of the ‘The Hidden Blades’, blood in his saliva. His mentor stood before him, a hard grimace on his face. They had been sparring for hours, and Yamamoto was tiring, and his body was sore from repeated strikes to his body by the much more skilled sensei. His body burned with the exertion of the day, and his breath came in ragged and shallow gulps.
“You are weak, Yamamoto. You think you are ready to be a true Blade. Yet you can barely keep pace with an old man.” He chuckled harshly and approached slowly, his arms raised and poised to strike. Before the youth could reply, a sweeping kick came to knock the man onto the floor, yet he leaped into the air, over the attempted kick. Landing with a thud, Yamamoto swung his fist harshly, yet found it land squarely in the palm of his master. With a yank, the master pulled the bruised man in forcefully, connecting a fist to the chin of the boy. He stumbled backwards, dazed, and fell onto his back on the floor. The sensei approached once more, looking down upon the finally defeated aspiring assassin.
“Please, master… I can barely breathe. I can’t continue. I can’t keep up…” Cried the wounded youth, sprawled eagle on the floor, barely able to see straight.
“You think Death is fair…?” Whispered the Master sadistically, sending a swift kick into the ribs of the defenseless Yamamoto.
“You think Death will wait for you to catch your breath..?” He spoke one more, now sending a kick to the head of Yamamoto, his vision becoming even more blurred.
“Your mother would be ashamed. You wish to become one with Death. Yet you wish Death to serve you and your whims. Your weak and fragile body. Always remember this, my student.
Death shall never serve you.
You shall serve Death.”
With those final words echoing in his head, Yamamoto Kikagawa fell into darkness, and unconsciousness overtook him.
Gowi said
Your profile seems in order as well so post it in the approved CS link I mentioned, though I would say to anyone referencing Gotham's university; it's University of Gotham, not Gotham University as stated (if I recall) in some notes or my CS. If I forgot to mention it, my bad, but yeah.
Sounds good to me. Any idea when the fun starts?
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