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The Hidden People

@Nightfury Kat that'd be fun, we could make it into a buddy cop thing. Except students.

The Hidden People

Here's my character: An ESPer with aspirations of becoming a Guardian

Tony 'TK' Kideyoshi

Full Name: Kideyoshi, Tony
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: TK
Age: 21
Gender: Male
DOB: December 1, 1995

Occupation: Student, Guardians Applicant
Race: Telekinetic ESPer

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height and Build: 6'2", 165lbs Lithe and sinewy

Other Appearance:
TK is easily recognizable by his stylish hair and prominent tattoos covering his left arm. He wears an ESP-Amplifier on his left wrist, which has the appearance of a metal bracelet or watch, with a flat crystal where the watch face should be; the crystal glows brightly when the amplifier is in use. He also commonly carries around a metallic object similar to a Rubik's cube in the color of different precious metals instead of bright colors. TK often rearranges the cube by taking it apart with his telekinesis and putting it back together.

His voice, like his personality is straightforward and confident, yet casual and relaxed. His voice, surprisingly jumps up to a lighter tenor when he sings- he occasionally enjoys karaoke and often sings with the guitar. In regards to his clothing and style; his style is half Hip-Hop, half modern/urban, though he looks surprisingly good in a suit.

History/bio:
Born in downtown Los Angeles, Tony Kideyoshi is the youngest of two, and the son of the famed Andrew Kideyoshi, prominent demi-god, and high ranking Guardian in the California area. As a child, Tony was bold and unruly. He bickered with others constantly and insisted on having things done his way. He was competitive and at times even aggressive. The son of a Guardian, he was well aware of the occult and supernatural from an early age and even discovered own powers at the age of 8. Armed with the knowledge the occult, as well as his own telekinetic abilities, Tony was confident in his abilities to instigate and pick fights with other children. While frowned upon by his father, it was easy to dismiss Tony's displays of his powers as the exaggerations of children and as a result, Tony pushed and shoved his way to the top of the elementary schoolyard as a kid.

His older sister, while seemingly devoid of any special abilities, remained Tony's primary caretaker for much of his early life, as his parents were often busy with Guardian work, leaving the kids at home to fend for themselves most of the times. Despite his bold demeanor, Tony and his sister Tara got along incredibly well. Tony often regarded his older sister with a sort of reverence, and Tara was able to influence his actions with little more than a word. In that manner, their parents often joked that Tara possessed some sort of abilities of suggestion.

As he got older, he realized he could no longer continue using his powers without drawing attention to himself and his family, and after many-a-lecture by his father, and repeated prodding by his sister, Tony finally began shaping up and taking responsibility for his actions. He ceased using his powers in public, keeping knowledge of his powers to his family, and the closest of his friends. He began doing well in his studies at school, and even began taking personal lessons from several of his father's friends: ESPers and witches who showed him how to utilize his powers without common folk noticing. During these highschool years, Tony gained an appreciation, and even admiration of the Guardians, and the work his father did, though often joked and denied interest when asked if he too wanted to become a Guardian when he got older.

When Tony was 18, he got involved in an accident involving a Hunter. A misunderstanding gone extremely wrong, the result was a large fight across downtown Los Angeles, which included the use of both supernatural powers and firearms, as the encounter became violent. Tony was saved from death by a group of Guardians, led by his father, who mortally wounded the hunter. The accident was nothing short of a debacle, and consumed a great amount of resources from the Guardians to cover up the accident from the masses. As a result, the Guardians suggested that Tony move off to somewhere more secluded, naming the supernatural town of Teemore to be a possible location, especially with Tony's age, and the town's proximity to Gringore Academy.

With no small measure of reluctance, Tony and his sister moved to the tiny town of Whitecross in Vermont, settling into Teemore, where Tony began attending Gringore Academy, with a focus on classes and training for future Guardians. Tony is currently in his fourth and final year at Gringore academy.

Family/Relationships: Andrew Kideyoshi - Father, Demi-god, Guardian, 47
Kim Kideyoshi - Mother, ESPer, Guardian, 52
Tara Kideyoshi - Sister, Mundane, Waitress, 27
Lee Frost - Friend, Witch(Adaquare), Gringore Academy Student, 21
Elizabeth Hall - Friend, Fairy, Gringore Academy Student, 20

Other/Extra: Fluent in English and Japanese.

He enjoys playing the guitar, but rarely has time to.

Tony is a part of the Gringore Guardians Auxiliaries, an organization of students who work alongside the Guardians part time as part of their training. This includes participating and aiding in emergency services, providing security for Academy events, and shadowing other Guardians.

Yggdrasil Chronicles [A Dystopian Steampunk Resistance RP]

So, how are cs's coming along?

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Interesting, I will be putting up a character within the next few hours hopefully.

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-We have a 10-50, Vehicle Accident off of Wicker and 34th, requesting Police and Medical Support.- crackled a feminine voice, its clarity marred with static and radio filter. The sudden noise stirred the vehicle's shotgun occupant to a state of wakefullness, with a sudden gasp as he pawed at a handle. The driver, a broad shouldered man of African-Canadian descent laughed in the seat next to him.

"Easy there K-Ton, it isn't World War III just yet." chortled Alex Kinzy, Tommy's ever present companion and superior.

"Ah fuck off Kinzy." Tommy grunted as he reluctantly keyed the radio, "This is Unit A-22, responding to call."

With that, the ambulance streaked down the street, its lights flashing and sirens wailing as cars parted ways to let the emergency vehicle pass by. No matter where you went in the world, some things didn't change. The sounds and lights of the ambulance bounced off the large snowbanks. The streets had been abound with commotion as of late. They had a large snowfall recently, and as a result, people were getting into accidents with all the ice and hazardous road conditions. Tommy and Kinzy had been called to rescue another ambulance just the day before. The ambulance eventually found itself on Wicker street, a senic road that led to some nearby suburbs.

There, the pair found the accident site, a car had slid off the road and crashed into a nearby tree. From their seat in the ambulance, Tommy could already see the two occupants of the vehicle, one of which was pinned inside the vehicle via a tree. Off to the side of the road was a second car with minor damage to its front end. Its owner waving down the ambulance.

"Tommy see what you can do, dispatch this is A-22, requesting fire and rescue team..." Kinzy called as Tommy quickly exited the ambulance and quickly began trotting over to the scene of the crash. A quick examination of the man waving them down concluded that he needed little to no medical care, and Tommy told him to wait by the ambulance while he went to aid the couple stuck in the car. Both were unconscious, the driver was a female, the passenger male. Wrenching the door open, Tommy began carefully pulling the driver out of the car and slowly began taking her a safe distance away from the vehicle.

Laying her down, Tommy did a quick analysis of his patient. Her breathing was light, but steady, and her pulse was still there. She had a swelling bump on her head and her arm was bleeding. Opening up his kit, Tommy quickly applied aid to any visible wound he could see, before he set her arm in a splint. At the same time, the wailing of sirens in the distance meant that the fire-rescue team wasn't that much further out. He waved down Alex to bring down a stretcher, and the two of them carefully loaded the woman onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.

"Kinzy, K-Ton, looks like you guys are at it early today, huh?" called one of the fire-rescue team members as the group of them carried car-cutting equipment to the crash to begin extricating the trapped occupant.

"Just business as usual!" Tommy called back as he followed the rescue crew towards the wreck.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Think I may have to bug out of this one, so other things came up

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Incidentally, I will be rewriting/finishing my opening post tomorrow, what I have right now feels uninspired and too inadequate to post up. For now, I schleep, I have to wake up early in the morn.

- Closed -

So, its convenient that everyone with handguns uses 9mm so we can all share ammunition. Unfortunately we're in Canada instead of the US, so idk how easy 9mm ammunition is to find. At least in America, these things are like the bread and butter of the ammunition world.

Spiritum

Faaantassay?

- Also interested.

- Also, hey Hex.

Waeldeshore: The Wars Beyond [DISCONTINUED]

Pleasantly surprised with the caliber of the meal the bar produced, especially when compared to the food from the Sage's house and his previous supper at the same bar, Emil could hardly believe such food came from the kitchens of a common man's tavern. Perhaps this sign of goodwill was to convince them to leave without causing yet more ruckus? Regardless, Emil ate in relative silence, taking in the conversations happening around him rather than interject himself into them.

Regina, the small halfling, had already started the morning by starting to bicker with their would-be-assailant turned ally? The whole ordeal still weighed on Emil's mind. He regarded Isabeau with cautious curiosity. He wasn't certain of her allegiances, nor was he certain of the extent of her abilities. Then again, Emil was certain of the extent of anyone's abilities in the present company. He looked at the others, and confirmed that he still had yet, much to learn.

Emil watched Ionathan finish his meal, and silently excuse himself to go back upstairs, and shortly returned with his armor. Sakaala, the ever pragmatic beast-woman spoke little, and did so with great weight.

Finally deciding to pipe up, Emil let out a short cough. "So what appears to be our next course of action? Lady Genevieve still rests upstairs, I am curious to how she will... react... to the new organization of our little group." he asked, also noting that just the night before, Isabeau and Lady Genevieve, were not necessarily on the same side of the battle line.