Alright, this is my first character in a while, hope i didnt make the stand too powerful/headache inducing.
Name: Katsuro Takuma
Katsuro is slim and lightly built, along with being slightly shorter than most people his age. Not exactly unattractive, but rarely bothers to take care of himself enough to capitalize on it. Oddly enough, this only applies to his face, as he has a tendency to dress rather smartly. This is more a force of habit than anything else. Any attractiveness he might have is often ruined by his personality. Hes also half British, which results in his blond hair. Hes picked up the accent.
Katsuro was born to a high up executive of an extremely large property development company in Tokyo. His father divorced his mother shortly after he was born, and, after a while, Katsuro found out why.
His mother was extremely domineering and emotionally abusive, treating her son like a glorified pet, forcing him to dress, act and even speak exactly how she wanted at all times. He grew up with tutors and never knew the company of other children, save only the children of the other company executives, which he met every now and then at gatherings. She wanted him to follow in her footsteps in business and drilled into his head that he needed to be pragmatic with dealing with other people, being careful never to rely on anyone too much and seeing opportunities wherever he could. This, coupled with his education, wealth and (he thought) good looks, caused a feeling of superiority over others.
However, when he was fourteen, his mother's company began to face issues. They had never been a very ethical group, but when they began to lose money, they got more and more vicious, threatening people off their land and using lawsuits to take what they wanted to just name a few. Its widely believed they began consorting with Japanese organised crime at this point.
Needless to say, the police were trying to put a case together, but kept hitting dead ends. This all changed however, when a whistle blower released documents that implicated the company in a firebombing of one of its buildings two years before, where they had claimed the insurance money and used it to get the company out of a tight spot.
The entire board of directors was arrested, and after a fairly sensational media circus, nine out of the fifteen members were found guilty of various charges, including fraud, tax evasion, arson and assault. They were all given sentences between eight and fifteen years. Katsuro was sixteen when the trial ended, with his mother being given a eleven year sentence. She had set up a trust fund for him when he was four, and the police found no evidence of the money coming from criminal dealings. He lived with his father for a while, before moving away on his eighteenth birthday, planning to travel.
He visited his mother in prison once. He was forced to leave after laughing at her.
Personality: Katsuro is extremely quiet, and is fairly easy to mistake for someone with social problems. This is true, but not in the expected way. In reality, he refuses to talk to people simply because he considers almost anyone around him to be utter simpletons who spend their time talking about irrelevant nonsense when they should be working to make something of their lives. He apparently earned what he had, so that makes him better than them, in his head. He doesn't necessarily hate people, just considers them irritating.
He wont think twice about manipulating someone for his own gain, and can generally put up an act of caring if it gets him what he wants. However, if anyone questions his pride or authority, he ends up becoming either a silent watcher or a venomous asshole. However, he does look fondly on self-serving behavior in others, the same way a person that look at a baby that just learned to walk. Despite all this however, he draws the line at someone else taking the blame for something petty he did. At least, as long as it wouldn't implicate him too much.
Yeah, hes probably going to get punched pretty damn quick.
Abilities He is very good at thinking his way through problems, and can even be quite a good negotiator if he puts his mind to it. Unfortunately, his constant arrogance can often ruin both of these things. Hes also surprisingly quick if riled up, but cant stay this way for very long due to being very unfit.
Name: Town Called Malice
Namesake: The Jam 1982- The Gift
Appearance: It doesn't have a technical "Appearance" ,as a side effect of its power renders it unable to be perceived properly even when Katsuro isn't technically using its ability. He doesn't know what it looks like either, only feeling a slight presence and voice behind his right shoulder. When others look upon it, it results in a similar effect to the blind spot in the eyes, where the brain makes a "Guess", as a result, it can appear as almost anything, for a split second before the watcher's eyes are drawn elsewhere. It is still vulnerable to attack, however, but the attacker is unable to see what they are hitting. Considering its incredibly short range, its generally more practical to hit its user instead. Katsuro has often tried many tricks involving mirrors and cameras to try and see what it looks like, only to get photographs he immediately loses or cant remember the context when hes looking at them. And then losing them.
Personality: Katsuro only hears it whisper, often giving him a sense of unease. Its not entirely clear if the stand itself causes this or its just a understandable side affect of a unknown thing behind him talking. It tends to give him advice, whether asked for or not, and often in a condescending and snarky manner. Its not above making dark jokes either. Although it cant be seen properly, it can be heard by people nearby perfectly fine. They don't like the voice either.
Type: Range Irrelevant
Destructive Power: N/A- All its destruction capability comes from Katsuro himself, so...not a lot.
Speed: A- It cant move (as far as anyone can tell) but can be summoned almost instantly.
Range: A/E- Its power revolves around the perception of people looking at Katsuro. The effect is the same whether the targets are standing in front of him or looking at him through a telescope kilometers away. Its range is theoretically unlimited as long as the target would otherwise tell that the thing they are perceiving is a person. Simply seeing a tiny shape on the horizon isn't enough.
Durability: E- You cant see what you are hitting, but you can hear and feel it. It doesn't take much to bring down.
Precision: A- See Range
Developmental Potential: A- When he originally got it, the stand only made him quieter and slightly harder to see. Its developed somewhat since then, and he feels it can become stronger.
Ability: Town Called Malice has the ability to completely "Normalize" the perception of Katsuro belonging to anyone who has him in visual range. Anything he does in the "Normalized" state is considered within expectation to the current situation. No matter what he does, says or tries to do, people will consider his action completely normal and therefore irrelevant to their own interest.
Yelling abuse at someone will be heard as a simple greeting, and a snarky answer to a question will be heard as a completely honest one. Should he harm someone, the target in question will believe that they hurt themselves, or a simple run of bad luck caused it. Any weapons used in this will result in the target believing they used it on themselves, or accidentally tripped and fell on it/set it off.
However, it has a fairly glaring weakness in that Katsuro needs to concentrate on "not being there" when his stand is in effect, he constantly has to believe that he is unable to be perceived, which can be extremely difficult in high stress situations, especially if he activates it for the specific purpose of violence. Also, if someone is alerted to the fact he is dangerous before the stand is activated, they will still consider him so during the "Normalization". Above all this, the stand's power cuts out after forty-seven seconds. If this happens, it requires a full three minutes and twenty-six seconds to be able to be used again.
Despite the utter insanity that had gone on outside, one resident of the hotel had not been asleep. He had tried, of course, but a mixture of paranoia and simple restlessness had prevented him from doing it. Instead, he had been at a table that currently acted as his work desk, doing a mixture of watching television, writing notes pertaining to very different things in a small notebook and picking at a large packet of chips he had picked up the day before. Every so often, he would tap his shirt pocket, feeling the comfort of a small rectangular shape. Two more days. He had made all the arrangements. It was going to be risky, but it was worth it. They knew of his disgrace, and they also knew how good he was. They would want him on their side. And if they didn't, he had planned for that, too.
His television had been turned right up, blaring some sitcom he didn't bother to remember the name of. He had also been too invested in writing to bother turning the channel, or even turning the damn thing off altogether. He desperately wanted to go outside, have a swim, get with some random women...but, of course, he couldn't risk that. The FBI were almost certainly still looking, and it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that they tracked him here. There were plenty of American tourists here, after all. If caught, he certainly wouldn't get a trial. His new "Friends" would have him murdered in prison long before the case got anywhere near a courtroom, and that was assuming the FBI wanted him alive at all...
Best not to think about that now. Things would work out fine if he kept a cool head. Which, as it so happened, was pretty difficult with some annoying noise he heard just outside his door. It had been going on for a while, but stuck in his thoughts, Andrew hadnt bothered to notice it properly. If was some sort of shuffling followed by crashing into walls. He sighed and got up, pulling on his suit jacket.
"Ugh, i wonder if this one's drunk from this morning or last night."
Strolling over to the door, he pulled it open. He thought this was a good hotel, he wouldn't have to deal with drunken retards constantly all the time...
Usually he wouldn't have minded a woman in a swimsuit being right outside his door. But unfortunately, those thoughts were interrupted by said woman launching herself at him almost as soon as Andrew opened the door. His fist flew, catching the woman in the head, but barely fazing her. About a hundred thoughts registered in his head in a split second, but one thing he did before opening the door almost certainly saved his life.
Andrew's right hand had been in his jacket, doing up a shirt button that had come loose earlier without him noticing. As the...thing launched herself towards him, instincts kicked in, and his hand barely had to move two inches before resting on a handle. He brought it out, opening the handle with a practiced flick, slashing over the woman's eyes. Briefly blinded by their own blood, they didn't block the second strike, Andrew's knife burying itself in her throat.
The woman fell to the floor, his knife still protruding from her neck. Andrew took a deep breath. He had been in fights before, but killing...that had always been against criminals. He had never killed...wait, what the fuck was this thing anyway?
Turning the corpse over, Andrew retrieved his knife, before checking the corpse. Milky eyes, grey tinted skin, gums pierced by teeth clenched together. He knew the symptoms of Rabies, but this...didn't quite check out. Plus, did it even cause such violence in humans? He looked up, the door to his room had swung almost closed, and without the TV noise, he could hear a lot more of what was going on outside. It varied, but didn't bode well in any way.
Personality Description: Andrew is extremely cold and analytical, neither of which are traits that endear him to many people. He has very little regard for the feelings of those around him and generally only seeks to exploit them for his own gain. However, he is not a diagnosed sociopath, and is perfectly capable of caring for people. He just doesn't have anyone he cares about on the island. He believes himself to be the smartest person in any room and tends to act like it. He will generally flirt with any attractive woman to cross his path, and will also generally toss them away once he gets bored.
Short Biography: (3-5 Paragraphs) (Optional) Born in London to a fairly wealthy pair of corporate bigshots, Andrew has been surrounded by the finer things in life since he was born. He got excellent grades at school, though people around him were often concerned with some of his behavior. Though he was never in fights, he had a tendency to stay away from others often, preferring to read on his own. Anyone trying to bully him were met with little more than mild irritation. If anyone tried to take the bullying further, stolen goods would be found in their lockers and less than pleasant rumors would float around about them.
When he became a teenager, he became a lot more sociable, hanging around people more. This was not an improvement, as he would often consider those around him as little more than amusements. He dated plenty of girls in this period, with no relationship lasting beyond six months as he would dump them as soon as he got bored. He mostly studied law and criminal justice in this period, even in his own free time, quoting that it was "Intriguing". It was at this point, that his parents announced they were emigrating to the USA. His mother was American, and the company his parents worked for had offered them a promotion over there. Andrew didn't even bother to say goodbye to his "Friends" before he left.
When he was eighteen, he surprised almost everyone by joining the Miami police as soon as college was over. HE distinguished himself in this time period, gaining the liking of almost all his colleagues and even being involved in some high profile cases. When he was 23 however, he immediately applied to join the FBI. He passed the recruitment process with flying colors, and was tipped to become someone to watch. However, only a year after becoming a FBI special agent, he had...trouble. Following a case by internal affairs, it was found he was passing information on the inner workings of the agency to various criminal groups. The higher ups put out a arrest warrant on him, but he caught wind of it and vanished into thin air.
On the run, and becoming desperate for money, he made contact with one of the senior members of a Miami drug cartel. He would offer his services and knowledge of the FBI to their group and supply them with a USB drive containing the FBI's files on their organisation and its members. The Cartel was keen to accept, but Andrew knew not to make a deal on their own turf. After some talks, it was agreed that they would meet far away on Banoi, in the city of Moresby. Getting out of America while avoiding the FBI was a utter pain and cost him almost all the money he had left, but now he's here in Banoi, and ready to start a job he will actually enjoy.
Voice: Nicholas Hoult (Mad Max, X-Men)
Character Profession/Job/Career: Former FBI agent (A corrupt one)
Character Nationality: British/American
Skills: Light on his feet Keen Tactical Mind Some Knowledge of Medicine Incredibly quick with a knife A passable shot
Weaknesses/Detriments: Unwilling to help others unless it benefits him Prefers not to fight unless backed into a corner Not overly strong or tough Flies into a rage if anything gets on his suit
Likes: (Optional) Knives Himself Women Money Suits
Dislikes: (Optional) Overly pure people Needy people People that are taller than him Guns
Saris tapped his gloved hands together in amusement as he was bombarded with questions, before climbing on top of a nearby crate to put him at eye level with most of the group. Thankfully, none of them had asked about the blue sun attack yet. It was best that way, he didnt intend for them to find that out until a few missions were under their belt, and they had gotten a taste of the money he was paying them. He turned and looked to the relatively small humans.
"A wonderful question, young... [Hhhkk...]...man! Morality, as you may have guessed by now, is somewhat flexible. But i do wish to help the people of the... [Hhhkk...]...Terminus Systems. But i dont think i can explain it all here. If you would check... [Hhhkk...]... your omni tools, i have sent the binding section of your contract. You are welcome to... [Hhhkk...]... view the other fifty-nine sections as you so wish. Oh, your point." He took a deep breath.
"You are welcome to send messages to your family however you wish. However... [Hhhkk...]...you will not be able to give our location, or mention any of the inner workings of this... [Hhhkk...]...group." He sighed. "If you do any of this, i will be forced to terminate your contract."
A few meters away, Laurence couldn't hide a smirk. He hadn't bothered to put his helmet back on.
Saris turned to the Geth, who he couldn't actually remember inviting. "I hope that also answers your question...[Hhhkk...]...Sir?" He let the sentence trail off a bit before continuing,
Finally, he turned to the Asari that Laurence seemed to think had a STD of some kind. Ridiculous of course, but Saris had close calls before. He took a slight step back. "I assure you my dear, the pay is... [Hhhkk...]...Substantial. Enough to retire on, in fact. I'm very rich, you see." He chuckled.
"Well then, everyone!" He shouted cheerfully. "Soon we can take the shuttle to our new HQ, and you can see this job for yourselves. I do so ... [Hhhkk...]...sincerely hope you like it."
He then turned to the other Asari. "...yes my dear, i am in need a mercenary or assassin, or ... [Hhhkk...]..whatever the fuck it is."
Laurence, on the other hand, looked up when she flirted with the entire group at once. "Hm. You wouldn't happen to be affiliated with Eclipse, would you?" He said, with mild venom in his voice. "I do so sincerely hope you arent still affiliated with them...
Elyan let his curse trail off as he watched his spear toss go completely awry and hit a very small player/NPC in the leg, sending them to the ground. Usually he would have reacted almost instantly, but the irritation at his lack of throwing skill and beginning to wonder what to say to them allowed another player/NPC to rush in blow the wolf away.
Well, he wouldn't be able to save face by beating the snot out of said wolf with his bare hands. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, keeping his hands at his side to look as non-threatening as possible, also not realizing that he was moving in the weirdly graceful way Wardancers did in this game. Taking a small vial out of his pocket, he held it out to the bleeding player/NPC on the ground. He hoped it was a healing potion, he usually kept a few of them around, even though he rarely got hit. Not for the first time, he briefly wondered how the potion would taste, or if it even healed at all...
Oh, right, the reason he was doing this.
"...i would really like my spear back, please." he said, trying to sound friendly.