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Yeah... don't think I can keep up with the pace of this one. Sorry folks, but I think I'll back out.

The Marauders (2018)

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Dev gave a slight smile at the Captain's remarks. The two weren't exactly friends, but they were on the same ship together and quite frankly had to put up with each other. Dev was used to being told off, but was happy to see the Captain turning towards reason. Something Dev himself hardly ever saw. But as the captain began making his way to the med bay, Dev made his way back towards the cargo bay. He was sure the Engineer would be working to assess the structural damage the ship had taken, but someone needed to check on the cargo. And without a Loadmaster, Dev figured it was the least he could do.

Dev fired up his datapad as he entered, and almost immediately felt overwhelmed. Crates littered the ground, most of the restraints themselves had been singed or otherwise rendered inoperable for the time. Most of the crates themselves seemed to be intact, though a couple supply crates had been blasted through. The demolitions expert was actually somewhat glad he didn't engage the Ulnar in the cargo bay... he certainly would have blown through a quarter of their supplies at the very least. But once the crates were checked with the latest manifest, Dev provided the input for the changes in what they had left.

Once his work in the cargo bay was completed, Dev began the process of debriefing. He always called it that, but it usually consisted of a series of apologies and promises to not blow up his own crew and allies. With a tap of his comms, Dev first spoke to the Captain. "Raymond, I've updated the manifest. You might want to take a look at it before we reach our next destination. I'm willing to take on the LoadMaster's responsibilities for now until we find a replacement." Once that was out of the way, Dev did have a small apology tour to make this time. He flipped his comms over to his favorite engineer. "I'll try to show more restraint next time, Engi. In the meantime, it looks like you'll have plenty of work to do in patching us up."

Once back in his room, Dev immediately began to put everything back in place. Once his explosives were placed into their carefully chosen locations throughout his quarters, his cot was placed back into its position and Dev passed out almost immediately upon resting down on it. Wrapped tightly in his arms and pressed against his cheek was none other than his Death Whistle. His light snores made him seem so much less of a murdering psychopath than one would usually be very accurate to believe he was.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

Los Angeles

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The van screeched to a halt, blocking off the exit to the alleyway. The chipped red paint and clearly shot suspension instantly showcased that this was not some government, black ops operative. The confirmation truly came when the door rolled open with a slight screeching, revealing a young man in a red jumpsuit, a baseball cap, and red sunglasses. He quickly rushed to the side of the girl lying in the alleyway, scooping her up in his arms before returning to the van, sighing as he heard faintly the sounds of nearby tires screeching. "Damn it... This is how I end up on a register."

Once the girl was inside and strapped in to the passenger seat, Roy hit on the gas. He began zooming down the road just as two black vans appeared in the rear view mirror, drifting out onto the city streets. The archer gave a slight groan. This wasn't going to be easy or fun. The doors of the vans slid open, and men in full ballistic armor began leaning out and letting out bursts of gunfire towards Roy's van. The bullets pinged against the metal siding, piercing through the metal when they did hit. Arsenal checked the back seat, noticing that his motorcycle and... well, arsenal, were still intact. That was good at least. They didn't hit the RPG.

Roy turned left into the first alleyway he could. It was only large enough for a single car to drive through, and Roy watched as one van entered in behind him as the other van continued driving. They were going to try and cut him off. Smart plan. Too bad they didn't know exactly who they were dealing with. Arsenal pulled out a handgun from the center console of the van, pulling back the hammer and looking in the rear view mirror as he used his left hand to aim out the window. The other van's soldiers had to pull back in, as there wasn't enough room to safely lean out. With two quick shots, the Black Ops vans' tires were blown out, and sparks flew. Within a mere moment, the van managed to crash into the wall of an adjoining brick building. Roy was almost out of the alley, but not before the soldiers behind him slid their door open and began to fire again. A few bullets pierced through, one even managing to lodge itself into Roy's left leg, tearing through it with ease. A hard pull on the wheel saw Roy's van careen out onto the street again.

Roy grunted at the pain, but was more angered to notice the other van drift out behind them. The enemy soldiers slid the doors open. Arsenal had to think fast. Pressed for time, he decided to go with a crazier option. Roy wrapped his seatbelt around the steering wheel, managing to secure it enough that it would keep the van going relatively straight. A spare brick was used to hold down the accelerator as the van began to pick up more speed. Arsenal limped back as the bullets began to pierce through, the windshield itself being cracked and shattered by the impacts created. He grabbed his weapon of choice, spinning his body around so his feet were at the back door. With a quick kick of his right foot, the door shot open. Roy released the arrow, and watched as it shot directly onto the hood of the opposing van. He gave a quick wave as it got to work immediately. The Thermite charge tore itself into the van's hood, and it took only a couple seconds for the opposing van's engines to fail. Better yet, the placement managed to remove the car's ability to steer, along with causing a failure of the braking mechanism. The scarlet archer gave a small smile as the hostile van veered to the right and crashed into a bakery. Poor folks didn't deserve the damage. But Roy gave a slight sigh of relief as he was able to crawl his way back to the driver's seat and make an escape, despite slowly losing consciousness.

Not long after, Roy managed to pull the van into a relatively deserted spot on the outskirts of Los Angeles. He crawled into the back, barely hanging on to consciousness. His wound wasn't very severe, but he was still losing a lot of blood. He grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it over the bullet wound (luckily, only a graze). A quick wrapping of bandages then would help prevent infection and hopefully keep enough pressure to slow the bleeding. Roy, rather quickly, slammed against the back of his van as he fell unconscious, amidst his various weapons and equipment while a teenage girl slept somewhat soundly in the passenger seat. Not exactly how he expected his day to turn out.

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Hirayama Yujiro

“What do you want?”

Overview

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_Name

Hirayama Yujiro

_Age

15
November 6, 2002

_Gender

Male

_Orientation

Heterosexual/Biromantic

_{Social Class}

Middle Class

_{Defining Hobby}

Art (Photography)

_Occupation

Cook at a local cafe.

Characterization

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_{Physical Description}

Hirayama is on the taller side for his age, standing in at 5'7" and weighing in at around 150 lbs. Between his blue hair, pointed face, and constant grimace, it isn't difficult for people to find Hirayam's appearance intimidating. He keeps himself in decent shape, but his lack of sports activity and general lethargy means he isn't exactly as toned as one would expect of a "delinquent" like him.

Outside of school, Hirayama wears plain colored t-shirts with either plain shorts or pants. He doesn't have much of a style, and has only been allotted the cheapest clothing possible. He owns a single tie, a single collared shirt, and an older suit one size too small that he is not fond of wearing in formal events. He does own a slightly nicer black pea coat and red scarf, one of the few gifts he has left of his father.

_{Personality Traits}

• Ambivert
• Carefree
• Iritable
• Thoughtful
• Curious
• Sarcastic

Hirayama is a young boy trying to make sense of the swarming emotion that comes from growing up in the situation he is. While not always angry and iritable, some days make him prone to angry outbursts. Most of the time, he's not one to put much effort or planning into anything, instead just doing as he pleases. He's almost always searching for the perfect shot. Depending on whether it is a good day or a bad day, Hirayama is either the one to try and get people together to do something interesting or the one to sit alone under a tree not far from school and take a picture or two.

_Likes

• Photography
• Nature
• Reading
• Western Films
• Thoughtful Conversation
• Philosophy

_{Dislikes & Fears}

• Mathematics
• History
• Studying
• Abusers
• Heights
• Illness

_{Home Life}

The Hirayama family home is not pleasant. Hirayama Yujiro's father divorced his mother and left for Europe 2 years ago, seeking to get something out of life he never did as an office worker. Within 6 months, his mother had married another man a few towns away and moved in with the man in Kurosuoba. His stepfather, stereotypically, does not take kindly to Yujiro. The boy didn't take his father's death well, and the added tensions between him and his new father figure often lead to confrontations at home. An agreement has been established: Yujiro spends as much time away from home as possible, and his stepfather provides a place to sleep and food for him to eat.

_{Personal Motivation}

He doesn't expect to get anything out of his first year, but ultimately hopes to find people or a club to distract him from his home life.

Miscellaneous

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_{Relationships}

Shiko: Not exactly the first kind of person Yujiro would consider a friend by any means. Far too energetic and talkative for Yujiro's taste usually, but the positive energy exuded by his co-chef at the local cafe is more appreciated during Yujiro's "lows."

_{Belongings & Inventory}

Almost always on hand is his camera, a Nikon D750. He is also in possession of a few lens options if he brings his camera bag with him. Has only recently (last month) obtained a cell phone, a late birthday present from his mother.

_{Other Information}

FC: Ryuu Takasu (Toradora!)
Of Course borrowing the old "looks like a delinquent and is treated as such cliche," but is still somewhat of a sarcastic prick.

It's a sensitive issue at times, so I don't believe I'll ever address it by name in the RP, but Yujro may be bipolar (not severe). Just want to be upfront on that concept here formally, but I don't know if I will incorporate it to a significant extent that could not be written off as "a moody teenager."

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

I'll figure out a color tonight. Kept blue cause of that hair, but I'll figure a different color out for text.

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

Anoat Sector, Hoth System

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The whirring and sparking wouldn’t let up in the cramped engine room onboard the Tarisian Dawn. A muffled swear emerged from a rather unimpressive figure lying underneath a simple terminal, meant for diagnostic readouts given the ship had rarely had a droid on-board. Now was no exception, with only one man running the floating junker. And that man sighed as he rolled out from under the console. With a large stretch of his limbs, the Zabrak grunted an grimaced as a couple distinct cracks could be heard from his body. Dev stood in a simple mechanics outfit for the time being, looking over his patchwork. It was sloppy, but given the hallways and rooms of the freighter were covered in spare parts, loose wires, and food canisters, the job fit the aesthetic.

Dev made his way back to the cockpit, taking the long route to make sure he fixed everything else. Things seemed to be in relative working order, as the lights were on and no alarms were blaring. Though, he did give a sigh as he turned a corner back towards the guest bunks and saw the corpse of a Twi’lek female. Granted, it was technically a torso and the legs separately and not a full conjoined body. Dev isn’t entirely sure why that would make him feel better, but the stench was… about on par. With a lifting of his hand, the body was lifted off the ground and Dev walked it towards the airlock. He watched as it was blasted out into the dark abyss of space. He was used to this by now, and they had what they got coming to them.

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A Short Time Earlier

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It’s hard to get the jump on a trained Jedi. It’s even harder to get the jump on a former Jedi who now acts as an outer-rim vigilante and mercenary. But to be quite frank, Dev really just noticed a reflection on the glass in the cockpit. Wasn’t surprising that some crime lord sent goons to hunt down the rogue Jedi. And they were well trained. It was just unfortunate they tried to kill him personally rather than blow the ship up from a distance. Dev instinctively drew his lightsaber, it flying through the air and into his grip. Before he even truly had his grasp on his weapon, the lightsaber was ignited. And within moments, the two “assassins” were missing a couple limbs and their lives. That’s not to say they didn’t get a strike in, and Dev grunted as he examined the scorched wound on his left shoulder. It wasn’t lethal, but it was going to sting until he got it treated.

Dev exited the cockpit and checked the security room. Of course, when he walked to the console, he noticed it had cracked severely. That was a few hundred credits Dev hoped the grunts had on their corpses. Screens aren’t cheap to fix. The next obvious room to check was the lounge, and of course they were waiting for him. To his surprise, Jalen Irok was there in person as well. The human, small-time crime lord from Tatooine gave a small smile, his right synthetic eye giving off a slight whirring as his eyes focused on the legend. Dev was lucky to be in his armor, his helmet hiding his rolling eyes. He quite frankly wasn’t listening as the hostile was monologuing, talking about how Dev was going to suffer intensely for some transgression he honestly couldn’t remember. Dev was more focused on counting the men.

Within the blink of an eye Dev’s lightsaber was ignited. He wasn’t able to use his left hand for his grip… but luckily he was able to lift his arm up to pull the mobile Dejarik board across with enough force to take out 4 of Irok’s men. His right hand was sufficient in blocking the blaster bolts, deflecting two back at their targets. Only Irok and 2 of his men began to retreat backwards, firing behind them at Dev. And Dev moved to follow them, until something caught at his throat. A small wire, incredibly thin and sharp. If he didn’t have his armor on, it would have sliced him open easily. This assassin was incredibly skilled, and has exceptional leg strength. Her legs were wrapped around his chest and arms, holding them into place. Dev grunted as he was forced to give a small smile as he stumbled forward and then repositioned himself. With a fall backwards, he felt a sickening crunch as a broken pipe impaled itself through the assassin’s throat. A nice twist of irony.

Within a minute, Dev tracked down Irok and killed the remaining assassins. His work was brutal and swift. He was done playing games. He was tipped off on the location of something important located on Hoth from an old janitorial friend on Ossus. Rumors of something powerful were making the rounds for those who were interested in that sort of thing, but no one was dumb enough to go to Hoth to look for something like that. Well, except for someone like Dev. And most likely any other force sensitive freaks with nothing better to do and a certain taste for the dark side. That thought was displeasing as Dev unceremoniously impaled Irok in the chest with The Retribution whilst the crime lord was begging for his life and offering a copious amount of credits. Rather pathetic in Dev’s mind.

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Present

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Dev made his way back to the cockpit, overlooking the displays. This hunk of bolts was barely operational, but luckily the navigation system worked like a charm. Dev could see the floating ball of ice and death not too far away. While jumping out of Hyperspace closer to the planet would have been more beneficial, Hoth was a relatively remote planet and hyperspace chartings for this region were relatively unreliable. Dev wasn’t exactly in a hurry, he didn’t imagine anyone else would be hunting for the thing so quickly. The exiled Jedi gave a small smile as he ensured the Tarisian Dawn made its approach to Hoth. He turned and left the cockpit to go put on his armor. As he did so, the scanners were picking up a few unusual readings… readings that most certainly signified the presence of other hunters…

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Hirayama Yujiro

“What do you want?”

Overview

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_Name

Hirayama Yujiro

_Age

15

_Gender

Male

_Orientation

Heterosexual/Biromantic

_{Social Class}

Middle Class

_{Defining Hobby}

Art (Photography)

_Occupation

Cook at a local cafe.

Characterization

---

_{Physical Description}

Hirayama is on the taller side for his age, standing in at 5'7" and weighing in at around 150 lbs. Between his blue hair, pointed face, and constant grimace, it isn't difficult for people to find Hirayam's appearance intimidating. He keeps himself in decent shape, but his lack of sports activity and general lethargy means he isn't exactly as toned as one would expect of a "delinquent" like him.

Outside of school, Hirayama wears plain colored t-shirts with either plain shorts or pants. He doesn't have much of a style, and has only been allotted the cheapest clothing possible. He owns a single tie, a single collared shirt, and an older suit one size too small that he is not fond of wearing in formal events. He does own a slightly nicer black pea coat and red scarf, one of the few gifts he has left of his father.

_{Personality Traits}

• Ambivert
• Carefree
• Iritable
• Thoughtful
• Curious
• Sarcastic

Hirayama is a young boy trying to make sense of the swarming emotion that comes from growing up in the situation he is. While not always angry and iritable, some days make him prone to angry outbursts. Most of the time, he's not one to put much effort or planning into anything, instead just doing as he pleases. He's almost always searching for the perfect shot. Depending on whether it is a good day or a bad day, Hirayama is either the one to try and get people together to do something interesting or the one to sit alone under a tree not far from school and take a picture or two.

_Likes

• Photography
• Nature
• Reading
• Western Films
• Thoughtful Conversation
• Philosophy

_{Dislikes & Fears}

• Mathematics
• History
• Studying
• Abusers
• Heights
• Illness

_{Home Life}

The Hirayama family home is not pleasant. Hirayama Yujiro's father passed away two years ago from cancer. Within 6 months, his mother had married another man a few towns away and moved in with the man in Kurosuoba. His stepfather, stereotypically, does not take kindly to Yujiro. The boy didn't take his father's death well, and the added tensions between him and his new father figure often lead to confrontations at home. An agreement has been established: Yujiro spends as much time away from home as possible, and his stepfather provides a place to sleep and food for him to eat.

_{Personal Motivation}

He doesn't expect to get anything out of his first year, but ultimately hopes to find people or a club to distract him from his home life.

Miscellaneous

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_{Relationships}

TBD

_{Belongings & Inventory}

Almost always on hand is his camera, a Nikon D750. He is also in possession of a few lens options if he brings his camera bag with him. Has only recently (last month) obtained a cell phone, a late birthday present from his mother.

_{Other Information}

FC: Ryuu Takasu (Toradora!)
Of Course borrowing the old "looks like a delinquent and is treated as such cliche," but is still somewhat of a sarcastic prick.

Original Roleplay - Bloody Petals Fall - A Knight Roleplay

Similarly interested. Looks rather interesting, but I am curious about the religion/gods worshipped and what that worship typically looks like. Are there different religious sects or orders? Is worship standard and organized by a Church of sorts?

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Finally got the post up for Cheshire so we can get the ball rolling on that Legion mission. Sorry for the delay.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

C H E S H I R E

Bangkok, Thailand

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^{January 1st, 2052 | 11:59pm | Government House of Thailand}

The soldiers barked orders back and forth in their native tongue, fear creeping into the voices of those trying to face down the rebels. This was a last stand, and every Junta knew it. Amongst the officers was a woman of seemingly mixed heritage, barking out orders like the rest of them. Her green eyes scanned the battlements, meeting the gaze of a few other soldiers operating the machine gun nests. With but a nod, everything fell apart. The machine guns were turned on the Junta soldiers, away from the rebel forces. Officers, Generals even, were mowed down indiscriminately. The chaos had everyone confused. Jade Nguyen began barking orders, labelling one tank or another as traitors. It was easy watching the tanks and APCs turning on each other, the rebels pushing farther ahead as the Junta line was falling.

But Jade had no time to sit and watch the chaos unfold. She had bigger fish to fry. Or, more accurately, more fish to cut to shreds. She began to shed her disguise, removing her military coat and undoing her skirt to reveal her short, green kimono underneath. On her belt were a few canisters, a collection of throwing knives, and her trusty sai. She gave a small smile as she entered in the East side of the building, a few individuals shedding their uniforms and following her in.

They were silent and lethal, and the Junta security forces didn’t see what was coming. Literally. The power was cut sufficiently, leaving the security forces with only flashlights to guide them. That didn’t work out well. What truly lit up the hallways and offices were the bullets ripping from the guns as the Junta shot wildly, the knives and swords cutting into the soldiers. They didn’t stand much of a chance against the League of Shadows.

Cheshire was the swiftest of them. She didn’t exactly blend into the shadows as the other operatives did, given they wore black while Jade wore a brighter green. Jade didn’t need to hide much when she was as swift and merciless with a blade as she was. She cut into them like butter. It was far too simple. And while most would be safe to assume she’d be on her way to the elevator, like the others from the Legion surely would… Jade believed in an order to things. Rather than walk in cloaked, or shooting everything down, a gentle touch could get the job done and make sure everyone got what they wanted.

And so, Jade avoided the cameras as she neared the security office. A suite of offices sharing bullet-proof glass walls and a host of security terminals, where Junta intelligence officers were watching the cameras or monitoring the defenses. A few of the sentry turrets appeared to have been taken down, and Cheshire rolled her eyes as she heard one of the officers loudly barking orders for a few squads defending the East shift to the West, given the clear intrusion. It was pure chaos. With a slight smile, Cheshire slipped on her mask, attaching the proper air filter installed into it, and walked in with her hips swaying slightly. She dropped a single canister on the ground after closing the door into the offices. A noxious green gas began emitting, filling the room. And while normally the gas would be filtered out to some extent, it appeared one of the League’s foot soldiers did manage to get his hands on the ventilation controls. Within seconds, the security officers were unconscious and dying in their sleep, though a few met a quicker end when they drew their firearms in such a confined space.

Jade approached a console in the back office, quickly tapping away. After a few moments, she smiled beneath her mask as she moved to exit the security offices and make her way towards the elevators. Her voice chimed in on the general Legion comms. “Cheshire reporting in. Turrets disabled, cameras have been wiped. Two Junta squads remaining inside of the facility, and the rebels are getting close to the front door. You only have 5 minutes tops until we infiltrate the safe room. Don’t keep a girl waiting.” Her footsoldiers, only four in number, moved in to intercept and regroup with her as they approached the central elevator. There was no way the League of Shadows was going to miss the fun.