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Welcome to Nowhere

@Dutchess Sarah looks like we have a couple students, a Guardian and a smattering of townies

Welcome to Nowhere

I'm drowning in discords as it is, so hey what's another one to the mix?

Welcome to Nowhere

Hmm also an interesting thing about Dragons blood being able to be turned into a drug.. So on the one hand, dragons can turn themselves into walking talking drug dealers, on the other hand, doesn't that also put them at risk of being trafficked? Some particularly dangerous individuals decide that they're gonna kidnap dragons and bleed them dry so they can use the blood to make drugs- doesn't matter if the dragon dies, because they just come back to life.

Scary stuff.

Welcome to Nowhere

Ooh, incidentally my Grandpa's name was Vuong. Fun facts.

Welcome to Nowhere

Tony Kideyoshi

Tony 'TK' Kideyoshi

Full Name: Tony Kaito Kideyoshi
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: TK, Tone, Yoshi
Age: 21
Gender: Male
DOB: December 1, 1996

Occupation: Student, Guardians Applicant
Race: Telekinetic Maagias

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height and Build: 6'2", 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 types of 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. Typically a warm, baritone voice, he exudes the casual confidence of one who is incredibly sure of himself, though not to the point of arrogance.

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: maagias 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 Nowhere 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 Erehwon in Vermont, 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, Maagias, Guardian, 52
Tara Kideyoshi - Sister, Mundane, Waitress, 27

Other/Extra:
Fluent in English and Japanese.

Karaoke night? Tony's always down.

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.

Welcome to Nowhere

Ah, sorry that's just habit. In a lot of military forms they go by last name first- thats the important bit, I'll go ahead and make the change. tbh, I had no idea what middle name to give him- not a huge fan of them, though that might just be because I find mine unwieldy- doesn't roll off the tongue as well.

edit: I just did what my parents did, middle name as his Japanese name

Welcome to Nowhere

Bringing back the Guardians Applicant, I enjoyed this character a lot the last time around- hope you don't mind if I bring him back.

Tony Kideyoshi

Tony 'TK' Kideyoshi

Full Name: Kideyoshi, Tony
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: TK, Tone, Yoshi
Age: 21
Gender: Male
DOB: December 1, 1996

Occupation: Student, Guardians Applicant
Race: Telekinetic Maagias

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height and Build: 6'2", 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 types of 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. Typically a warm, baritone voice, he exudes the casual confidence of one who is incredibly sure of himself, though not to the point of arrogance.

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: maagias 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 Nowhere 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 Erehwon in Vermont, 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, Maagias, Guardian, 52
Tara Kideyoshi - Sister, Mundane, Waitress, 27

Other/Extra:
Fluent in English and Japanese.

Karaoke night? Tony's always down.

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.

Welcome to Nowhere

Found my old character too, might rework him a bit, but I liked him. Guardians applicant it is

Welcome to Nowhere

This sounds... Very familiar... Interested.

Edit: huh, I was right! I was in the iteration of this rp like... Two years ago. Surprised my memory went back that far, anyway if you'll have me back I'm interested!

Breaking Point

"Hey watch it!"

"Woah! Look out!"

There were more general cries of outrage and indignance as an open topped light-tactical-vehicle weaved in and out of traffic through the crowded streets of Horizon. Its cargo, a half dozen uniformed officers- dressed down and sleeves up- sporting sunglasses, bottles, and a lack of regulated headgear. Two sat with their legs sticking off the back of the vehicle, hands clasped tightly around 'oh shit' handles to keep them from falling out, while another stood on his seat, body sticking out the top of the vehicle and waving at passers by. On the sidewalks, children ran alongside the vehicle for as long as they could, waving excitedly at the soldiers sporting the Walker Coprs insignias on their uniforms and women rolled their eyes in exasperation as they ignored the whistles and catcalls coming from the vehicle. Patriots cheered as the vehicle cruised by and other drivers honked their horns in frustration as the military vehicle cut in and out from in front of them.

Ingram Shaw sat shotgun, arm out the window and casually patting at the outside of the door, aviators on his face, and feet kicked up on the console. He lifted a half empty bottle of cheap beer up and took a sip- tasted like shit, but hey it was free so what were you going to do about it? Technically they weren't supposed to be drinking, especially with the Raptor-Demo coming up soon, but a single beer was hardly intoxicating, especially when the beer was as light and cheap as this. Shitty beer or not, the Dingo Squadron was in high spirits, most people were- it was Colony Day, and the past two years in Horizon taught Ingram a thing or two about how to spend Colony Day.

There was a whoop, and the sound of breaking glass as the truck jumped a curb and headed off the main road, almost knocking one of the soldiers sitting in the back out of the vehicle, as he dropped his bottle to grab onto the back of the vehicle. The truck vibrated and rocked as the pavement gave way to dirt and gravel, the vehicle gaining speed considerably as they left the traffic contested Horizon roads for the clear and empty pathways of the Horizon military base.

Considerably quieter than Horizon itself- what with most of its staff and personnel on leave to celebrate the holiday, the men and women of Dingo Squadron- or those selected for the demonstration were left to themselves, hooting and hollering as their vehicle careened down the road at speeds that were decidedly unsafe. Cruising onto and across the empty airstrip, the truck made its last hurrah before it headed into the massive Walker Hangar that held the base's Arsenal Walker complement.

Safe from the heat of the outdoors, the massive shaded hangars were cool and relaxing as the truck skidded to a halt in front of the parked Raptors, a few of the pilots jumping out of the truck before it had even come to a full stop. A few of the engineers and techs on the skeleton crew stopped what they were doing and approached the dismounting pilots.

Finishing his beer, Ingram left the bottle on top of the console as he stepped out of the vehicle, trading the bottle of a six pack of canned beers held together by plastic pack rings. He pulled a beer off and tossed it to one of the approaching techs before handing the rest of the pack off to another pilot. The tech in question caught it as he approached, opening it with a single hand as he gave a haphazard, lazy salute to the officer.

"Hey El-Tee," the chief tech grunted as a way of greeting, the name plate on his breast reading 'Stevens', "You gentlemen look like you were having a good time."

"Just getting some sights in," Ingram replied with a shrug, "Its Colony Day, isn't it?"

"Yeah, we even got you lot party favors," called out Kensington, another pilot, as he tossed beers to a few of the other engineers on the skeleton crew.

"Ah yes, because shitty Natural Century is an excellent and quality drink for refined tastebuds." Replied Chief Stevens with a look of distaste, as he took a swig from the blue and silver can that was widely regarded as one of the cheapest, if shittiest beers on Horizon. "You know, for men on officer's salaries, you sure don't know how to use them."

Ingram waved a dismissive hand, "Oh I know how to spend money, I just like to spend it on myself is all. Anyway, how're the Raptor's looking?"

Chief Stevens rolled his eyes. "Well, the Demo Raptors are just about ready to go, I know you spent money on the paint for your Sparrowhawk so I pulled it off the 'demo' list for another one you'll be flying instead. The Demo-Raptors are freshly painted and loaded for bear."

"Loaded? With what?" questioned Ingram curiously, his eyes drifting towards the painted Python Rocket Pods attached to each of the Raptor's wing hardpoints.

"Pyrotechnics," Replied Stevens, with a smirk, "Gotta give the folks a show after all."

"Well, I'll be," chuckled Kensington, with a smug shit eating grin on his face.

"Alright, bring it in boys and girls." Ingram said with a laugh as a dozen or so cans and bottles of beer were lifted into the center of their little gathering. "Here's to showing off like a bunch of peacock assholes."

"Hooah!"