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In -FV- 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Final Black


Name: Jin-Sun Takeda
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Personality: Confident, sardonic, and slightly aloof, Jin-Sun all but plays the straight man to any overly heroic types. Nonetheless, he has a strong sense of duty and justice, wanting to use his enhanced body to help others. Aggressive in battle, Jin-Sun nevertheless prefers to fight in an organized team, having learned the value of unit tactics during his time as a soldier.

Despite this, he's still a chuuni piece of shit, eagerly going along with the heroic Kamen Rider schtick that the other members of the Final Five have seemed to adopt. He had always wanted to be a heroic figure since he was a child, and joining the Final Five had been his goal since his escape from the Thremonts.

Jin-Sun bears a massive grudge against both the Thremonts and Heavyware Corporations in general for the experiments they subjected him to. Even mentioning either of the two in his presence will put him in a surly mood. This homocidal grudge against the Thremonts is the reason why he was initially passed over by the original Final Five as a successor, viewing him as potentially unstable and a liability.

Biography: Born in Japan to a Japanese father and a Korean mother, Jin-Sun had pretty much an ordinary childhood. He was well-adjusted and had average grades in school, but his fascination with American military movies growing up led him to sign up as a private military contractor straight out of high school, wanting to be a hero like he saw in the movies.

After completing basic training, Jin-Sun was deployed on a tour of duty working for Heavyware Corporations, but a year into his tour, he pushed one of his squadmates out of the way of a rocket before his body was mangled by the explosion.. He was rushed into intensive care, but after he was stabilized, Heavyware Corporations, as the owners of the PMC, took custody of Jin-Sun. When he awoke, he found one of the famed Thremont triplets watching over him, along with a bevy of researchers and technicians.

Leaving Jin-Sun with only the statement that he would be Heavyware's greatest weapon yet, Valentine Thremont then commanded her technicians to begin the operation. Piece by piece, his mangled limbs were hacked off and replaced with top of the line, prototype cybernetics. Over the sound of Jin-Sun's screams, the Thremont heiress cheerfully lamented that they weren't able to use anasthetic, since it would interfere with his neural system adapting to the cyberware. Over the next week, Jin-Sun was subjected to unimaginable pain as he was cut apart from the head down.

When the procedure was finally finished, Jin-Sun played possum, biding his time as he waited for an opportunity to break free with his newly enhanced body. During this time, Valentine Thremont reappeared, explaining that he was to be her pet project: the perfect assassin capable of infiltrating any facility. Thus, he went through a VR training program designed to teach him how to effectively wield a sword and use his stealth and hologram systems. And then his opportunity came. A lazy technician accidentally left one of his restraints loose. In short order, Jin-Sun broke free and seized the prototype high-frequency sword that the virtual reality simulation had been teaching him to use. And then all hell broke loose. An alarm rang through the Heavyware Corporation headquarters as a cyborg ninja carved his way through their security forces.

The Final Five were called in to deal with the threat, but Jin-Sun stopped himself from attacking Citadel and Black Star as they appeared before him, knowing that this was a battle he couldn't possibly win. Impressed with the rationality displayed by the supposedly homocidal maniac, Black Star performed an inspection of Jin-Sun's cybernetics. After Jin-Sun explained what had happened to him, the Final Five took custody of him. The Thremonts let him go without a fight, citing that he was a failed experiment.

For the next two years, Jin-Sun trained under the Final Five, specifically Citadel and Black Star, as their talents were the most similar to his own abilities. He wanted nothing more than to join the Final Five to accomplish his original goal of becoming a hero. Unfortunately, his hatred toward the Thremonts and Heavyware marked him as potentially unstable, and so he was passed over as a successor to the Final Five. To his credit, Jin-Sun accepted this gracefully, knowing that their reasoning was correct. So when Iphie approached him to work for her company, he took the job offer, not wanting to just bum around the Final Five's penthouse.

Abilities:

Reflex Accelerator: A cyberware suite installed into Jin-Sun's brain that greatly enhances his reflexes, allowing him to parry or dodge incoming attacks more easily. Jin-Sun's abilities are increased to the point where he can deflect bullets with his sword, as well as make precision cuts with ease even in the heat of battle if he stays still to concentrate.

Stealth Cloak: The Stealth Cloak renders the user invisible by bending light around them. This also allows Jin-Sun to pass through security laser grids without a problem, since the laser will pass straight through the cloak. However, the cloaking effect fails if the user moves too rapidly, rendering it diificult to make use of in a straight fight.

Illusion Drive: The Illusion Drive can generate a hologram over Jin-Sun's entire body, allowing him to disguise himself as anyone he chooses to. In addition, the speakers on his helmet allow him to alter his voice, allowing him to truly appear as whoever he chooses to.

EM Wave Absorber: For some reason, Jin-Sun's cyborg body absorbs and is powered by electricity. Any sort of electric charge that comes in contact with his body is absorbed and used to power his cybernetic augmentations. Absorbing enough electricity also supercharges Jin-Sun's augmentations, increasing his physical abilities. If there is an upper limit on the amount of electricity Jin-Sun can take, he certainly hasn't found it.

Equipment:

Prototype High-Frequency Aurorum Blade: An Aurorum sword reinforced by a powerful alternating current and resonates at extremely high frequencies. This oscillation weakens the molecular bonds of anything it cuts, thereby increasing its cutting ability against mundane objects, and enhances its power against magical defenses as well. When wielded by a skilled swordsman, it can easily deflect bullets with no damage to the actual blade.

This sword was a one-of-a-kind prototype developed by Heavyware Corporations to complement the mad science experiment that was Jin-Sun. The blueprints for the blade were destroyed during his rampage through the Heavyware Corp. headquarters and no one has been able to replicate the technology since.

Wire Spears: Tucked away in multiple launchers on Jin-Sun's body are a series of monofilament cables with three-pronged claws at the end of each. Jin-Sun can fire these Wire Spears at high speeds, piercing into an object as the claws latch on. This can be used both as an offensive weapon and a method of movement if the cables are retracted upon attaching to something. There are pairs of Wire Spear launchers on Jin-Sun's wrists, shoulders, and hips.

Shanhu 'Semi Telecomm Chip: Installed in Jin-Sun's brain during his cybernetic augmentations, this chip allows for telepathic communication with anyone else with the chip installed and tuned in on the same frequency.

Firearms: Just because he has a fancy prototype katana doesn't mean that Jin-Sun discounts the value of a good gun. He maintains access to a small collection of guns bought on his paycheck from Iphie over the last few years, all meticulously maintained and customized on his own. Included are a suppressed pistol, suppressed semi-automatic sniper rifle, carbine, automatic shotgun, and an anti-materiel rifle.

Theme Song(s):
Hot Wind Blowing
The New Black Gold
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





Well, shit. Yeah, forget this. Lew probably got his dumb ass killed trying to get snake girl coochie down here. There was no point in the entire rest of the group eating a 24 hour respawn timer via volcanic eruption to look for the guy.

"Very much agree with us fucking off out of here. Would be funny story to tell Lew we had total party wipe looking for him, but respawn timer sucks." Amulak nodded his agreement to the others, wincing as he beheld the long, arduous climb back up.

Mags's idea was ass-brained, honestly. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. Instead, Amulak saved his energy for starting to try to climb back up as best he could. It really was a shame the mage spell list had absolutely nothing useful for this situation.

"Climb, fuckers!" He yelled back towards the others as he started making the ascent. "I do not want to find out what eruption feels like! We yell at Lew when we get out!"
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





The climb down was about as treacherous as the climb back up would be a complete bitch. Amulak inched down as slowly and carefully as he could, trying as hard he could not to fall.

And then Klein cocked it all up.

"Aw, fu-" Was all Amulak could get out before Klein crashed into him, sending them both tumbling down the tunnel. If the scrapes and stumbles weren't enough, the fact that both Klein and Mags somehow managed to land on top of him was the icing on the shit cake.

Regardless, after everyone had recovered, they'd moved on into the cavern proper. What Amulak saw before them wasn't encouraging. For their well-being, at least. In terms of finding Lew and the lamias, it was very encouraging.

"Mags is correct. This place look like shit pit. Snake girls have probably killed Lew by now, yes? Considering it looks like they store young here, very likely to be very territorial. We are probably fucked in ass if they find us down here."

Another glance over at Magpie had him snorting. That did remind him of...uh...shit. That one American movie with the aliens. Whatever it was. Still, it was funny.

"Could do that for real for you with Weisshaupt, if you want."
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





"Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to shit caves!" Amulak splayed his arms out cheerfully. With a full party this time, the dangers of the Blasphemed Tunnels were suddenly lessened by quite a significant amount. That, plus their additional levels, meant that the path to get here had been a complete shitstomp, unlike last time. Man, it was a good feeling to come back to somewhere you struggled to clear and just smash it into the dirt.

"Last time I pass through tunnels, I fall face first into underground lake. Did not visit cavern I mentioned, but I have doubts snake girls and Lew are there. Like Ames said, snakes cold-blooded. Also not sure if Lew can swim. Too long didn't listen, I think we look at steep cavern first." Amulak explained his reasoning calmly while simultaneously gesticulating wildly with his hands. Somewhat of an odd dichotomy.

"So far I believe that to be three votes for steep cavern. Getting there is fine, getting out is bitch. Just fair warning, yes?"
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





"Eh?" Amulak started in response to Raime's inquiry, wracking his brain for any memory of anything suspicious. Outside of trusty Patches, God rest that brave fucker's soul, there hadn't really been anything particularly out of the ordinary.

"I do not think so. In tunnels, there were fucker ghost swarms. Someone else trying for same class was with me, we get separated. Probably died in there, I do not know. No snake ladies from XCOM 4, no."

And speaking of...for fuck's sake, Lew. Anime girls were one thing, but Stanislaw really didn't see the appeal of anything particularly monstrous. Hell, could you even stick it in in-game? Eh, questions for later. For now, since they knew what they were up against, may as well prepare.

"I go to buy antidotes. We would be idiots to not bring any against poison snake ladies. Meet you at gate when done, yes?" Amulak informed the rest before heading off to the marketplace as well.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





Amulak couldn't say it wasn't a bit annoying being called out by his Discord username in the middle of the game, but it was still enough of a surprise that he was intrigued regardless. That intrigue lasted about as long as it took for the priestess to explain exactly what was going on.

God damn it, Lew. At least he still remembered that he had a group to play with, even if he'd ditched them for whatever the hell it was. On the bright side, this probably meant that he was over whatever bit of drama that was causing him to throw a bitch-fit earlier. Hopefully. A man could dream.

The newly-fledged necromancer looked to the remainder of the group, waiting for a moment to gauge their opinion first. When no one besides Klein spoke, Amulak decided to throw his two grosz in.

"It is something to do, yes? Saving Lew's ass sounds fun. Plus, I am curious to see if more levels mean we can kick shit out of Thunderstruck Grove by now. I vote yes on bailing Lew out of situation."
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336





Amulak simply gave a wide grin as he finally unlocked the class he'd been aiming for since the start. Damn, but it felt good to meet this goal. About time, too. His joy was slightly neutered by the fact that he'd realized he was at Necromancer level 0, and he could only start making undead upon another level up, but oh well. It was only one level. He'd live until then.

Though as he turned back to the others in triumph, Raime's words followed by Ames's had Amulak furrowing his brow in thought. Considering he'd had every intention of joining the Mora-Sho eventually...this might lead to problems, yeah. Maybe. The Ryoku-Jo and the Mora-Sho weren't exactly at odds at the moment, anyways.

"Ehh...will probably be fine." Amulak gave a cavalier shrug. "As long as no one joins Tato-Ie, should be fine. From my understanding of local politics, Tato-Ie are worried about Ryoku-Jo stabbing them in back while they attack Mora-Sho anyways. If there is problem one day, we deal with it that day, yes?"

Was putting the potential problem off for another day a bitch move? A bit, sure. But Ames's sentiment echoed his own. He didn't really want to lose the buddies he was having fun with just yet.

"I agree with Ames. We bleed enough people from initial group already." Amulak coughed Lew's name loudly and unsubtlely after that before recovering. "No point splitting us up even further until it actually becomes real issue."


Mathias simply shrugged off Kiska's concerned reply as they rushed out, following after Sheri with Petra. Given the possibility that Sheri had actually found a trail, it wasn't something that could just be ignored. There was no point in simply holing up and defending if you had the chance to strike in retaliation, after all.

As he rushed in behind Sheri, Mathias kept his hammer and shield brandished in a combat stance while taking the room in for a moment. Vera, one harpy, and a downed guard. Well. That told him all he needed. Sheri was doing...something with her books, and Vera was assaulting the harpy that had some sort of blade spell cast around it. Time to help, then.

The half-orc knight rushed forward, his shield slamming out to crash into one of the spectral blades before his hammer swung out towards the harpy's chest with all the force he could muster.

"Vera! Injuries?" Mathias called out in a terse, clipped tone as he struck, his eyes on his foe.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:1010/1010 MP:1440/1440 SP:236/236





Amulak spat out the last portions of glass in his mouth as he was freed, nodding in appreciation at Mags.

"Many thanks," He grunted as he felt the level-up coursing through him, quickly allocating his stat points as he stood.

"Last time I was pinned down with shit in mouth was in hotel room during IEM Katowice seven...eight years ago?" Amulak chuckled at the memory. "Good times."

As much as he didn't want to leave, considering a single encounter pushed him up a level...his party members had a point. He wouldn't be getting XP if he was getting killed by strong mobs in here because the others were too underleveled.

"Very well, I agree to getting fuck out. Cannot get level 50 if I lose twenty four hours from party wipe. Where we go?"
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:460/1000 MP:1025/1440 SP:216/216





Oh, come the fuck on. The mines seriously hadn't been enough? The healing vials jammed into his mouth had been appreciated, but backfired almost immediately as the oni's remaining leg smashed itself into his mouth, causing him to taste glass. Thankfully, that part of the experience was far worse than the actual HP damage he'd taken.

Shit, shit, shit. Silenced, pinned, and about to be pummelled, Amulak desperately tried to think of a way out of his situation...only for Raime to just vaporize a motherfucker.

God damn. Was that his Nuclei? That's rad. Thank god for this man, because he'd just saved Amulak from a beatdown and a 24 hour break from the grind.

Still unable to speak through the glass shards in his mouth, Amulak settled for congratulating Raime by clapping enthusiastically for a moment to get his attention before flashing him a thumbs up. Followed by a motion for help, gesturing towards his legs still pinned under the rubble.
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