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Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

TheHumbleMagnificent said
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Okay that sounds awesome. Im going to pm you my character idea, see if it works.

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

Interested. I have a few questions though:

1) Can you go more a little more in-depth regarding the Vaccination? As in, why is it a threat if it heals most of the people, only killing the few that reject it?

2) Since the characters are pre-judged by the AI or mainframe (whatever you wanna call it), does that mean if ones character has malicious intent, they will automatically be disposed of? Or exactly what? And if they have already committed, let's say - murder - will they be prosecuted fairly or does the criminal system change from what it was on Earth?

Pollice Verso ~ Glory of the Arena

Name

Kael'ite

Race

Slider - this race was raised similar to those in early-feudal Japan on Earth. Their culture was very alike, ranging from the practice of martial arts to its religious beliefs - though they prayed to many different Gods. These Gods were called Empitzus, who all took the form of ancient artifacts according to the Slider religious practice. During this feudal period, all male Sliders were to be taught the style of the warrior - or as the Japanese would call it - the Samurai. Due to the overwhelming strength of other races on planet Balestrion, the Slider's began to form their own militia - which later became their standing form of government. The way of the blade was sacred to this amphibious race, giving them a sense of morality and peace. Other races turned to high-tech weaponry imported from other known planets, but the Sliders resumed to use the blade, believing that the Empitzu wanted it this way.

Race Features

The Slider race is built of many amphibian species. All have the ability to breathe under water despite not having visible gills. Their flesh is very dense and rather hard to pierce, but not invulnerable. They are immune to most known toxins, unable to become poisoned. They are also resilient to low temperatures, making them nearly invulnerable to the cold. They are also super strong, but to a degree - lifting a human vehicle is their limit. But a male Slider's most distinct trait is the shell on their back. All male Slider's have a solid nearly-unbreakable shell that they use to defend - aside from using their blades. The plastron - or chest piece - is also as solid as the shell, made of the exact unknown material.

Age

Twenty-Eight Human Years

Gender

Male

Personality

Tormented by his past as a blood-driven Samurai, Kael'ite has made a vow to never kill again. He has decided to put all his efforts to refrain from harming others and instead protect those in need. This vow is the defining characteristic of Kael'ite's personality and his primary motivation on becoming a true Ronin - a Samurai with no master. He left his corrupted nation after killing numerous victims. Due to this, Kael'ite holds a grievous guilt in his heart that prevents him from becoming emotionally close to people. Even with his prodigious skill as a prolific swordsman, Kael'ite refrains from wielding his great combat strength for his own sake, drawing his sword only for the well-being of others when words fail to appease. But when his strength as a Ronin is insufficient to defend against a particularly threatening foe, Kael'ite's restraint falters and his personality reverts to that of his days as a feudal Samurai. Kael'ite's normally warm nature becomes cold and distant, allowing him to contemplate taking the life of his opponent and even make vicious, bloodthirsty threats. This side of his personality is one that Kael'ite struggles to suppress despite the fact that it keeps emerging when he is under great stress and in need of extra strength. His greatest fear is that, one day, he will return to his former self and become a weapon once more.

Bio

Born into the feudal era of Balestrion, Kael'ite was forced into the militia way set forth by the nation's government. The Samurai way was to be taught to all male Sliders, regardless of health or attributes. Taken from his mother, Kael'ite started his training at the age of five. Though at first it seemed like mere games, it later resumed to be similar to a school or dojo. The male Slider's were taught the way of the Samurai according to ancient relics and Empitzu Gods. And with age came harder tasks, training and discipline. Within the years the young Sliders grew up to become the best of the best, reaching ranks no other Samurai had ever imagined. With new profound skill, the head of the government, also known as the Lord, ruled in favor of total dominance. The Samurai - or governmental slaves as the peasants knew them as - would soon infiltrate other nations and take over all their land. Under the impression that he was doing a good dead for his nation, Kael'ite followed every order. He slayed hundreds of people for the sake of the Empitzu Gods and in the name of his Lord. But one mission finally made his world a living nightmare.

Following the destruction of the Ravages - a wolf-like race in Balestrion - Kael'ite and a handful of men were ordered to go to an Eastern colony just off the shore. Come to find out that this small colony was were Kael'ite had been raced and where his home still stood tall. At first, the band of Samurai had not received their orders, so took refuge in one of the colony's best community restaurants. They drank with the colonists and had a wonderful time. It all changed when they got their order thought.

A small hawk brought forth the order to the commanding Samurai officer. The man sat on the restaurant table with his men and read the note aloud. "In the name of Lord Xarious, the Eastern Colony of Hajime has been declared enemy territory. Annihilate all inhabitants." And with the order set in place, the Samurai started to cut down all the people in the colony. Kael'ite could not believe the bloodshed he was forced to create. He sliced innocent people with his blade, causing it to become dull and heavy with blood. But that wasn't the worst part. Soon enough, he found his mother before his dull sword wide eyes wider than the dark holes eating Kael'ite away. The woman had fallen to her knees and begged Kael'ite to stop killing, not even knowing who he was. She hadn't even realized it was her own child that stood above her with his blade to her neck. Kael'ite hesitate, unwilling to kill his own mother, but as the rest of the colonist fell, it seemed that so did his mother's will to survive. Unexpectedly, Kael'ite's mother took a reached for his blade and made him stab her through the chest, forcing the blade through her chest.

Blood escaped through her sobbing lips as tears flowed into the sands below. Kael'ite shivered in pain as he watched his mom die by his own blade. But watching her pain made him even worse, so he quickly jammed the blade deeper through her heart and ended her instantly without saying a word. He put her to rest then watched the entire colony burn as he returned to the Lord's throne. But the decision had already been made halfway to his master. Kael'ite rode his horse-like animal away from the others and rode off into the pits of nowhere. The other Samurai attempted to follow, but failed. Kael'ite had already banished into the abyss. Three years later he had already learned to live a different way, regretting every single minute of every day all he had done in the past. Though he knew forgiveness would never be acquired, Kael'ite served the weak and poor against the Samurai. He'd stopped many raids and murderous intents with his dull blade, preventing unlawful murder and attempting to give back for what he had already taken.

But soon enough all that had ended when the Humani struck Balestrion.
[hider=Skills]
Kael'ite is perhaps most well known for his almost inhuman swordsmanship. Having inherited the Tengoku Furasshu-ryū sword style from his master, Kael'ite's light frame allows him to use the style's "godspeed" to its fullest, moving so rapidly that he routinely outpaces the human eye, Outside of Tengoku Furasshu-ryū, Kael'ite has displayed independent sword techniques which are indicative of his own acquired skills.
Despite abandoning his Samurai life for that of a Ronins, his swordsmanship ranks among the elite as he is seen defeating every rival. His battle senses are top-notch and he recognizes even the slightest of advantages, strategies and tactics during a sword battle. (Every enemy he's faced have been swordsmen).

Preferred Weapon

Carries Three Dull Katanas On His Back

Last Resort Energy Katana (Sharpened) Carried On His Side

Lᴀʙʏʀɪɴᴛʜ ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

As much as I was lookin forward to being a part of this rp, I just can't find the time to record. So as much as it pains me, I have to drop out. I'm very very sorry.

Extraterrestrial gladiators?

Interested.

Young Justice 2021

Mistress Dizzy said
*can't stop snickering* QT, you win the impromptu battle cry contest. I'm out.

Lol :P

Young Justice 2021

Tintoretto/Brick

By this time, the giant amphibian had already chowed down on the half-eaten steak Fireman had prepared for himself. The delightful human lunch was a glorious experience for the alien. But that pleasant feeling was interrupted by a sudden and loud ringing from above. The alarm had gone off in the building, making Tintoretto tense in irritation. Though he had been surprised by the sudden ring, he knew exactly what it was.

During his short time on the team, he took the liberty to know everything about his surroundings - meaning the HQ. He took note of all the places he was allowed to enter and those he wasn't. Tintoretto learned of every different signal and calling, how to use all the buttons, and basically how to get around. Though he hasn't perfected everything yet, he does have a rather vast knowledge of it all.

Knowing that the alarm was a calling, Tintoretto joined the others in respect to Canary's cry. Tintoretto got there just in time to hear the mission briefing. The humans started to rejoice from the information, but the amphibian failed to understand their sudden burst of joy. There was a giant rock creature destroying half the city and these people were happy? That just didn't make sense to him.

Then suddenly, things continued to get even more weird. A sudden shadow appeared from the corner and spoke. It was of course in the figure of a female, but had the qualities of darkness. Most of these heroes had villainous characteristics. The shadow, the flame caster, the wolf-man, and more. Of course, Tintoretto couldn't say he himself didn't look like a villain, but he was from another planet, so it didn't count.

Anyhow, as the shadow spoke up, it seemed everyone decided to listen at that time. All she did was share with them her powers, pointless words in Tintoretto's mind. This would be the first time he would step outside of HQ, aside from the time he crash landed. Though he was anxious to go out there, he also feared what the humans would do. He was a monster to them, more monstrous than their make-belief monsters such as Dracula or Frankestein. He was a living monster, one that could harm these humans in the governments eyes. But this was his chance to show otherwise. Though a warrior in his planet, in this one he was a mere guest. And his decision was to fight for justice alongside these weird people.

"Let's kick some BOSS!"

"This day keeps getting better and better."

"Well, it's a good thing i'm already dressed."

“WE’RE BACK, BABY!”

"Let's go crack open this blockhead!"

"As your..........Ninja Turtles would say.................LET'S KICK SOME SHELL!" he urged, turning towards his already deemed rival - Cal.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Hank - Medic Tent - Heather

The man huffed as Heather refused to tie the survivor's feet together. He let the zip tie fall of his hand and on the ground as he stared at her with a glazed-over look. Hank looked completely annoyed by her actions. He was trying to be rational with her again, but she just wouldn't budge. Hank didn't understand why she was always like this. Yes, they had broken up and it was complicated, but that didn't mean he deserved this treatment. He was tired to her living in the past, not trying to make things better - not even a little bit. She was a helpless case, one that couldn't be read. Hank tried everything back then and was trying again after the world ended and nothing. Either she didn't want things to get better between them, or she never cared to begin with.

Having her finish, Hank exhaled loudly in frustration - in addition to his annoyance. Despite them having a single - unconscious - audience member, Hank proceeded by expressing himself. "Why do you always do this?!" he started, slamming his fist on the side of a metal bin. His heavy whisper had a southern tone to it, not a deep one though. "I'm trying Heather, I'm trying!" he continued, this time with his hands balled into fists. He didn't want things to be this way between them, but she seemed to like it this way. She didn't seem to want to fix anything. "You think I want it to be this way? You think I want to argue wi-" he paused as a second member joined the audience.

He quickly loosened his fist and scratched the back of his head as he turned towards the newcomer with a smile. But as quickly as Aaliyah had entered, she once again left the tent. Hank forced himself to leave without saying anything else. Everyday he lost a little more hope that they would ever make up for what happened back then. He couldn't help but blame himself at times, but it wasn't right for her to put all the blame on him. She acted as though she had nothing to do with their departure, but she did.

Anyhow, as Hank exited the tent, he turned towards Aaliyah and spoke. "Please make sure she gets that" he said with a smile, talking about the plate of food Aaliyah held. He cared for every single member of the group, and regardless their relationship, Heather was one of them.

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Seth - Campfire - Others

Seth shrugged at DeSean's response to his sudden dialogue. It was true, the little Asian man was always make things a little awkward. According to Hank and DeSean, he was always a little weird. The thing is, it was true. Seth was never known to be the popular kid during high school nor college. He had a girlfriend once and was with her for about a week before being dumped. He wasn't one who opened up to everyone except close friends.

Fortunately for him, the people in the group had become his only friends now - or so he thought. He was always checking the girls out, even Jennifer - his friends own wife. Though nobody ever caught him because he was very sneaky with it. Only person he actually talked to about girls was Hank, seeing the man as an older brother figure. Though he knew Hank as much as DeSean, DeSean wasn't as nice. DeSean always picked on him for his minimal accent and child appearance. He got the nickname Baby Seth from DeSean. Thankfully not everyone in the group called him that, it would most likely push him to his limits.

But as both Aiden and Imogen spoke of his poor timing, the kid didn't truly care. Instead, he payed for attention to Aaliyah's brief chuckle. Since he was so naive, he believed that her chuckle was her way of flirting with him. It's funny because during most summers, Seth would travel to California until the end of that vacation. When he returned, he would always have a variety of stories about all the girls that he got. His stories would go somewhat like this:

"Dude, guess what? I met my cousin friends at a party and they all wanted the D. I got one girl number. They were all over me dude, wanna hang out later?"
(Not grammatically incorrect in Seth's perspective)

Anyhow, enough of the past. Once Aiden came out with that dumb ball of his, Seth smirked. But right before he was about to make a comment, Hank returned to the campfire. "Alright guys, y'all know the drill. It is..........." he paused to look at his watch then continued. "....Six-thirty, so let's get everything cleaned up. Lights out in an hour. Imogen, you've got first shift until ten. You'll rotate with DeSean, he'll rotate with me at two, then you're up again. I'm goin' to bed early tonight, so goodnight everybody. Don't forget to put out the fire" he finalized, walking towards his personal tent.

Not everyone had the luxury of sleeping in a single tent. There was one tent that could host four people. The girls took the luxury of that one, Imogen, Aaliyah, and Heather. DeSean and Jennifer had their own. Seth's tent was united with Aiden's, but fortunately it was separated by a fabric. The two-roomed tent had been taken from an Academy store closer to town. The next day their entire system would start once again.

The Kingdom of Aaester: The Rise of the Tengu Users (Akame Ga Kiru Based)

Well, I just barely started watchin Akame ga Kiru and am enjoyin it, so I'd like to join this.

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Jennifer/DeSean - Camp - Imogen/Others

When Imgoen placed her hand on Jennifer's shoulder, the girl rapidly tensed up. But once she noticed who stood next to her, she gave a rather warm smile. By placing her own hand above Imogen's, Jennifer displayed her trust in the girl. Though she didn't talk much, she was indeed one of their own. Jennifer believed the new group to be a developed family as stupid as that sounds. She's always wanted a child, but had many symptoms that did not allow her to have one. She had menstrual cycle irregularities, anovulation, and some other indications. It was rather unfortunate for both her and DeSean because the two wanted a child.

Even now at the end of days, they're mindset on having one has not changed. Though the two know it impossible, every night they continue to give attempt. Not only do they do it for that reason, but for pleasure as well, putting aside all the horrors of the new world and attempting to make it brighter. It actually isn't an every night thing, but it does happen rather frequently.

Anyhow, Jennifer turned to the tent as DeSean started walking towards them - this was before Hank had left for the medic tent himself. Jennifer turned to Imogen one last time and said, "Thank you. Now get eating, we can't let the food go to waste. Maybe later we can play some cards or something."

As DeSean finally sat next to his beloved, he wrapped his right arm around her and was handed a small, but delicious bowl of food. Hungrily, he started to dig in. After about three spoonfuls, he turned up to the rest surrounding the campfire and commented. "Hmmmm, this is good eating!" he said with a smile, followed by a chuckle from himself and Baby Seth. Jennifer pitched in a smile, thanking God she was still alive to enjoy this rare occasional joy.

Then of course, Seth decided to ruin the moment by speaking. "So, what we doing about that guy?" he questioned, making the little joyous campfire go silent. He pulled his head up from his plate and shrugged his shoulders wondering why everyone got quite. Thing is, at the moment, nobody wanted to worry about tomorrow, they just wanted to live today. In the new world, it was a day to day kind of thing - at least for this specific group. With the new topic on the table, DeSean stopped eating and just stared at Seth in disgust. "Why you gotta bring this up now Baby? Were trying to eat and be at peace and you just ruin it kid. Tsk!" he started, putting his finished bowl down and nodding his head at Aiden in thanks. "C'mon Jenny, let's go to our tent" he stated, taking Jennifer by the hand. The woman followed her husband of course as the two vanished into their little home.

On the other side of the equation, Seth didn't think he did anything wrong. He thought the question was appropriate, but maybe at the moment it hadn't been. But anyway, he looked at everyone else that remained awaiting an answer. "But seriously, I think we should let him stay" he said, giving his own opinion on the matter. "That's what Hank said" he added, not truly stating what Hank had told him, but giving a general view of what Hank thought.