The Whacko

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@Helo

Terry looked up sharply at the announcement of the deputy, quickly stubbing out his cigarette as he tried to look semi-professional after his little negotiation with Jack. He waved the hunter off briefly before he turned back to the deputy; Tall, thin and Black, and probably a lifer if his last few years on the force were anything to go by.

"Thanks, Reggie. I'll take him from here." Reggie for his part looked glad to be rid of this skinny White boy, and Terry couldn't blame him. He looked like the lovechild of Hannibal Lector and Ted Bundy with a sprinkle of kiddy-diddler to complete the look. The detective was already more than a little wary of this guy. He took a moment to light up his third cigarette in half an hour before he looked back over toward the deputy. "And tell Sheriff Renshaw I think we oughta send Sharpes and Deych down to the Tula Ranch."

"Got it, Chief." Reggie said before he walked off to get as far away from the diddler as he could. Terry sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose before he looked up to the man.

"As you probably know already I'm Detective Terrence Archeletta. And you probably also know that I got my own methods for...getting unorthodox answers." He took a long drag on his cigarette then. "So why don't you explain to me why I should bring you in on this? I got too many people that already know about this shit as is. This is a police investigation."

It was a moment later that he realized what it was that felt....off about this man. He reeked of undeath, was a little too pale for a normal man, and those eyes, that predatory glint.

"Listen, pal, licks aren't exactly popular around here these days. Jack is one thing, but bringing a vampire in on an investigation like this would put the town into conniption fits." Terry's frown was thin and tight, pressed so closely together that he might have been making diamonds out of his teeth. "I'm gonna need a really good reason to humor you on this."

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Terrence Archeletta

"Fuckin' bullshit." Terrence Archeletta, Terry to his small circle of friends, groaned as he slumped back in his worn office chair with calloused fingers pinching the bridge of her nose as he pushed the report aside. Victim number nine. Nine. That was on top of the seven missing campers, of which they had found precisely dick aside from one pair of bloody jeans. That was un-fucking-acceptable to a man like Terry, especially with the crowd he was charged with looking over. Which was why the whole situation was driving him up a wall; The murder was out of his jurisdiction, and without anything substantial to go with on the campers he would have to comb the woods for weeks, and even then he would be lucky if anything at all was found.

"So we are at square one on this little shitshow. Any news on where the Red Caps might be hidin'?" The detective asked of the lone officer in the office with him, lighting a Marlboro Black in blatant disregard of the 'No Smoking' sign hanging on the wall across from his office. Willard Douglas was new to the station, and a Mundy at that; Tall, lanky, redheaded and reminding most that saw him of a scarecrow when he stood at a distance, it would have been hard to buy him as a cop when he wasn't in uniform. Despite his mundane heritage, he was fully aware of Erewhon's peculiarities and was always the first to volunteer to help out his fellow man whatever the race. The deputy was scratching at the back of his head right then, looking just a little abashed at the situation himself.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, Mr. Archeletta. They're doing like they were told far as I can tell. They haven't moved from the ranch and there's only been a few missing dogs and cats." Terry frowned hearing that. He never cared much for Fae, especially those Red Cap savages quartered off in their little ranch to the North where they did God knows what, mostly involving whichever of the town's family pets that were left unprotected that they could catch. In the past they hadn't been shy about taking the occasional child too, but ever since the town had rioted and killed nearly three quarters of those little monsters in response to a Witch boy turning up with a Red Cap knife in his belly, they'd been content to keep to less sapient prey. They were of course the first suspects in any new murder in this town, but to the Witch's disappointment he'd yet to have an excuse to arrest the lot of them for those crimes. It looked like this time wouldn't be any different.

"Well, we better get a cruiser down there anyway just in case. Sharpes and Deych only I think. Sheriff should be amenable to that." He said, taking a long, frustrated drag on his smoke, exhaling a pungent cloud as he swung his feet up onto the table. He wasn't sure if the Sheriff was in the know about the supernatural, but the man had always been happy to listen to his chief of detectives, and didn't blanch at the odder doings in town. He didn't expect much from the search at the farm, but best to eliminate all possibilities. He sighed, looking out the window of his office out toward the forest.

This was going to be the start of a long week.

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"You still know more'n me." Hank said with a faint smile toward Kairi. "I jus' picked up mine...hell, a day ago? Still ain't sure how any of this works. Hell, I'm...still gettin' used to seein' water that ain't glowin'."

Riku had to wonder just what kind of hellscape that poor lug must have come from if fruit and clean water were as marvelous to him as Keyblades and magic. He chuckled at the taller young man, offering a hand to shake, which Hank quickly accepted with a firm grip.

"Riku. I suppose Sora and I will be helping train you both." He looked over to Kida then, offering her a bow and hanshake as well. "Its good to meet you both. From the way things have been I'll bet we can use all the help we can get."

"Well, my father always said to do my part for my fellow man. Figure this counts about as much as anything can. An' if it gets some help for home..." He shrugged his broad shoulders. He turned to Kairi then. "So..uh..those fruit, they're safe to eat, right?"

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Sorry, didn't wanna hog up all the posts. :P

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"Huh? Oh...Henry Sullivan. Folk jus' call me Big Hank though." The giant young man said as he slowly stood back up, trying to reclaim his land legs. Gummi ship travel wasn't the most pleasant experience for someone who had never even seen a working plane in his life, or even set foot on a boat, let alone a ship capable of interstellar travel. He offered a short wave over toward the trio across from them. Riku raised an eyebrow at the barrel-chested, scruffy-looking stranger.

"Your first flight I'm guessing?" He asked, to which Henry nodded.

"That obvious? Yeah...this is...ah...an adjustment." He trailed off as he started to really look around at the land around him, his eyes going wide. It was the most beautiful scenery he'd ever seen. Intact buildings, water that shined blue instead of a sickly, deadly green, and...

"Is that...fruit? Like....fruit that ain't irradiated?" He asked, pointing at one of the star-shaped and colorful fruits hanging from a tree over Sora, Riku and Kairi. Again Riku raised an eyebrow, looking over toward Goofy and Donald.

"Where exactly have you two been?"

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The foxboy had had little time to utter the question before he was roughly pushed aside to make room for another stranger to crawl up through, looking frantic as his bulky frame hauled itself out and off of the ship. His face as dirty and weathered, making it hard to exactly determine his age, especially as he lurched over the side to vomit over the side of the gummi ship. The man wiped his mouth with a groan, spitting the remaining bile to follow the rest into the water.

"God Almighty, people fly in those things all the time?" He asked, looking back toward Donald and Goofy. Now that he was still, it was easier to get a look at him. His face was ruddy and dirty, probably in his mid-twenties by the look of him, his hair a messy mop of rust red and an impressive horseshoe mustache matching it. His clothing was just as worn as he was, the denim vest and jeans faded and somewhat tattered, and the red flannel shirt now looking more brown with age and dirt. He almost rolled off of the gummi ship into the sand, letting out an long sigh of relief as he felt ground underneath him again.

"Oh...oh my God if feels good to be on the ground again. I ain't never flyin' with those lunatics again..."

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Henry Sullivan

NAME: Henry "Big Hank" Sullivan

AGE: 22

APPEARANCE (pics optional): A towering bull of a young man standing 6'2", with broad, square shoulders and a thick torso. He's light-skinned, though its usually covered in the dust of the Wasteland (Or at least it will be til he gets a proper shower at Disney Castle), aged with stress to make him appear at least six years older than he actually is. His mop of rust-brown hair is thick and dirty, as is the impressive horseshoe mustache he's cultivated over the years.

BIO/HISTORY: There isn't too much to be said about this fellow. Born and raised in The Boneyard (formerly Los Angeles), he spent most of his life under the sole care of his father, a laborer for the Followers of the Apocalypse. He joined his father in working for the Followers at an early age, being strong of the body and spirit, and enjoyed a more comfortable life than some in the Wasteland. His old man and the humanitarians he lived with did their best to drill into him the lessons of humility, compassion and honor that had guided them over the years, and it seemed that he took those lessons to heart. At 22, however, he decided to strike out to make his own fortune and perhaps do some good in the world, working as a mercenary in the wasteland of what used to be the American Southwest. Now, though, he's noticed strange things. Creatures made of shadow with piercing yellow eyes attacking travelers and settlers, an a strange sword appearing seemingly out of nowhere in his hand. Now a spaceship with some funny animal-like aliens has taken him away promising answers. Its going to be a wild, wild ride...

RACE (Optional): Human

PERSONALITY: A simple young man of strong moral character, possessing a clear sense of right and wrong and a compassionate nature, given his upbringing with the humanitarian Follows of the Apocalypse. He's pensive about his newfound position as a Keyblade wielder, and has no frigging idea what he's doing with the thing. He aims to do good with it, however, and those who he calls friend will struggle to find a better comrade than him. He does have his limits, however, and once one has crossed his moral line, or if a bad guy is giving him no other choice at the moment, their life means nothing to him.

POWERS/ABILITIES: Posseses the Keyblade 'Atom', a rather evil-looking sword, curved with a jagged blade that seems to glow a sickly green, its handle wrapped in dark cloth. The keychain appears to be little more than a cute little radiation symbol. In combat, those it strikes will suffer an infusion of radiation that poisons their bodies slowly, though it is safe to handle outside of combat.

Offense:

Big Hank's Charge: A good ol' bum rush, Henry slams shoulder-first into his enemy for a stunning strike that draws the attention of just about anyone with half a brain.
Pocket Sand: Henry reaches into his pocket for a handfull of sand to throw into the eyes of his enemy. That's...that's it. What'd you expect with that name? He does shout it like its a secret ninja technique, as an unhealthy habit he's picked up from you crazy kids.

Defense: Nothing Special at the moment.

Movement: Dodge Roll

Support: Thick Skin: Henry's tougher than most, growing up in the hellhole that was the Wasteland. As such he's gotten good at taking damage and shrugging off pain. (AKA "Tank Power")
Magic: Irradiate: A solid blast of gamma radiation, this burst of magic does a fair amount of damage and poisons the foe with rads.

Limit Breaks: The Power of Atom: Henry lets out a roar that draws the attention of several enemies near him, then discharges a huge burst of radiation comparable to a blast from a Mini Nuke. Why this radiation only seems to affect foes is beyond the poor guy's understanding.

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@The Whacko

I only have experience with Fallout 3..I was waiting to beat 3 before I moved on to New Vegas lol. However, if you'd be willing to sort of...take some sort of lead in the Fallout world's scenario or at least have us not explicitly follow the game's story?

@TehZach1993

I'd be up for that :) We could certainly do as the games usually do any sort of follow the plot of whatever they're in while not rummaging through the whole thing.

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@The Whacko Holy crap! :D Sold! I've recently gave the Fallout series a chance...I was so newbish when F3 came out originally I didn't touch it since...but now that I'm a big strong gamer man I'm loving it! got New Vegas and F4 too!

@TehZach1993

Sorry for the slow reply, this is awesome :) If I might make a request, might we favor the original Fallout over Fallout 3? The story's not that hard to follow, and I would adore seeing Organization 13 and how they'd handle The Master and the Super Mutants. Could even go New Vegas. 3 just seems a little...meh for the sort of situation to throw the keybladers into. As for the name? Hmm...Apocalyptia. But anyway, onto the CS

Henry Sullivan

NAME: Henry "Big Hank" Sullivan

AGE: 22

APPEARANCE (pics optional): A towering bull of a young man standing 6'2", with broad, square shoulders and a thick torso. He's light-skinned, though its usually covered in the dust of the Wasteland (Or at least it will be til he gets a proper shower at Disney Castle), aged with stress to make him appear at least six years older than he actually is. His mop of rust-brown hair is thick and dirty, as is the impressive horseshoe mustache he's cultivated over the years.

BIO/HISTORY: There isn't too much to be said about this fellow. Born and raised in The Boneyard (formerly Los Angeles), he spent most of his life under the sole care of his father, a laborer for the Followers of the Apocalypse. He joined his father in working for the Followers at an early age, being strong of the body and spirit, and enjoyed a more comfortable life than some in the Wasteland. His old man and the humanitarians he lived with did their best to drill into him the lessons of humility, compassion and honor that had guided them over the years, and it seemed that he took those lessons to heart. At 22, however, he decided to strike out to make his own fortune and perhaps do some good in the world, working as a mercenary in the wasteland of what used to be the American Southwest. Now, though, he's noticed strange things. Creatures made of shadow with piercing yellow eyes attacking travelers and settlers, an a strange sword appearing seemingly out of nowhere in his hand. Now a spaceship with some funny animal-like aliens has taken him away promising answers. Its going to be a wild, wild ride...

RACE (Optional): Human

PERSONALITY: A simple young man of strong moral character, possessing a clear sense of right and wrong and a compassionate nature, given his upbringing with the humanitarian Follows of the Apocalypse. He's pensive about his newfound position as a Keyblade wielder, and has no frigging idea what he's doing with the thing. He aims to do good with it, however, and those who he calls friend will struggle to find a better comrade than him. He does have his limits, however, and once one has crossed his moral line, or if a bad guy is giving him no other choice at the moment, their life means nothing to him.

POWERS/ABILITIES: Posseses the Keyblade 'Atom', a rather evil-looking sword, curved with a jagged blade that seems to glow a sickly green, its handle wrapped in dark cloth. The keychain appears to be little more than a cute little radiation symbol. In combat, those it strikes will suffer an infusion of radiation that poisons their bodies slowly, though it is safe to handle outside of combat.

Offense:

Big Hank's Charge: A good ol' bum rush, Henry slams shoulder-first into his enemy for a stunning strike that draws the attention of just about anyone with half a brain.
Pocket Sand: Henry reaches into his pocket for a handfull of sand to throw into the eyes of his enemy. That's...that's it. What'd you expect with that name? He does shout it like its a secret ninja technique, as an unhealthy habit he's picked up from you crazy kids.

Defense: Nothing Special at the moment.

Movement: Dodge Roll

Support: Thick Skin: Henry's tougher than most, growing up in the hellhole that was the Wasteland. As such he's gotten good at taking damage and shrugging off pain. (AKA "Tank Power")
Magic: Irradiate: A solid blast of gamma radiation, this burst of magic does a fair amount of damage and poisons the foe with rads.

Limit Breaks: The Power of Atom: Henry lets out a roar that draws the attention of several enemies near him, then discharges a huge burst of radiation comparable to a blast from a Mini Nuke. Why this radiation only seems to affect foes is beyond the poor guy's understanding.

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Loving this idea, man. Been itching to get back into a KH game for ages. Would absolutely love to polish off my old Fallout character, and pitch in the idea of a world based around Fallout 2. Need a better sale? Well, I'll let this speak for itself. Just replace the 111 with 13.

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