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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

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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 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.

@webboysurf

I was talking to Ink about this last week or the week before, but I'd be interested in coming back with Yujiro in the near future if possible. My life is stabilizing after a bit of a rough spell, and I'm ready to come back fresh and ready to RP him out.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Really got back into the writing spirit with this new arc. Will admit, giving Iron Fist a little bit more of the Batman treatment with the obscure villains I've picked up for this run.

I've been lurking here for the past few weeks and if you'll have me i think i have an idea..

@Natty

Pretty excited to see some of that action in here. We've been missing some good-old X-Men fun this season.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #10: Towerfall Part 1: Setting Up}

Manhattan, New York City

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^{December 30th, 2018 | 6:00pm | NYC Sanitation Pier 99}

In a small, dark office in a building designed for the city's trash sat a man in a two-thousand dollar Italian suit smoking a Cuban Cigar as he checked his watch. He gave a small smile as it turned 6:00 on the nose, and picked up the office landline. He waited a few seconds, the number he dialed ringing for a few seconds until he heard the phone get picked up. No voice greeted him, just the static. As always. "Target: Daniel Rand. Open contract. Contract is worth one million dollars, due date is January 1st." As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rapid typing could be heard for a few moments. Once finished, a robotic voice answered. "CONFIRMED." The line then went dead, and the man lowered the phone back onto its receiver, giving a short nod to himself before fetching his coat and briefcase.

Manhattan, New York City

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^{December 30th, 2018 | 11:34pm | Outside Rand Tower}

A few rather plain looking heating & cooling repair vans sat in the loading dock of Rand Tower. The men in their blue jumpsuits were moving large barrels of labelled "coolant" towards the loading bay doors. A security guard greeted them, and escorted them into the heart of Rand Tower. To the outside observer, there was nothing particularly off about the scene. But once inside the maintenance areas of the Tower, they got to work. The workers pulled out a set of blueprints that marked certain areas of interest. The workers began connecting the barrels to the air-conditioning units. They gave short, curt nods to each other as they silently exited the building when their work was done.

A couple blocks away, on the top floor of an apartment building, a lone individual was whistling as he set up his telescope. He bobbed his head along as he pointed it towards Rand Tower, examining the upper-levels of Rand Tower. He smiled as he saw a single individual in one of the large conference rooms. After a few seconds, he picked up his cellphone and lifted it to his ear. He watched as the person inside lifted a phone to their own ear after examining it a moment. The man inside answered first. "Someone needs to confront you about your obsession with voyeurism, Cross."

The man behind the telescope smiled. "The reward is high, Arson. Heard the League is even considering getting involved. Doesn't hurt to prepare early."

Arson looked around from the conference room, scanning the New York skyline before settling in on Crossfire's apartment building. "Fifty dollars says you're there. Another fifty says you killed the tenant and you're keeping them on ice in the bathtub."

"Am I really that predictable? I will admit, I expected you to go after the house. That's your usual MO."

Arson gave a small smile. "You have no idea what I have planned, darling. Text me the room number. Figure if you're just sitting there, we might as well share a drink. I've got Fireball."

🌌 Ultraverse: Strifes and Triumphs. (Superhero RP, Always Open). 🌌

[Removed, sorry folks]

Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

As somewhat clear from it reaching day 8, don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep up with this RP, and it’s been feeling like a chore writing lately. Good luck everybody, and have fun.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Ok... now that's the ending of Volume 1 for Iron Fist.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #9: The Reveal}

Staten Island, New York City

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^{December 26th, 2018 | 11:00am | Rand Residence}

Joy Meachem impatiently tapped her foot as she stood at the door of her childhood friend's house. The car was idling on the street. She was only here to bring him in for the board meeting, after all. Her patience was wearing thin, however, and it only took a few idle minutes for her to kneel down and inspect under the doormat, where she found a spare key to her surprise. Despite her better judgement, she decided to enter into the house.

"Danny? It's Joy! I'm here to pick you up for the meeting!" Her calls towards the upper floor from the foyer were met with silence. She gave a slight sigh, looking down at the ground as her internal monologue began debating whether to go upstairs to fetch him. But her mind shifted gears as she noticed dried blood spattered in a trail leading towards the parlor. She reached into her purse, clutching the sidearm her uncle Ward had insisted she keep on her at all times.

She nearly had a heart attack as she saw a bloodied figure lying on the ground of the parlor. It took her a moment to recognize that it was Danny himself, his shirt and hoodie lying in a bloody pile near the entrance. She circled around him, moving her hands to try and shake him awake. But her hands fell limp as her eyes fell upon a tattoo on his chest: the tattoo of a dragon. She took a few steps back, her eyes widening in recognition. Her mind was taken back to the security camera footage she was shown of her father's death. And that the one person seen entering his apartment minutes before he died was a shirtless man with the same tattoo. The same skin tone. The same muscular frame. The message her father had left... it was his name.

She rushed towards the entrance, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what she was going to do next. The next thing she knew, Joy found herself in the back of her car, the driver looking at her through the rear view mirror. "I take it he's not joining us, Miss Meachem?"

She took a moment to catch her breath before her eyes raised to meet her driver's. "No... and I don't think I will be able to make the meeting today, Richard. Take me home. I have some work to do."

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Consider that post my official return, at least for now.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

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Jackson Hurley smacked his lips together after letting out a rather impressive yawn from his nap in an oversized chair in the lounge quite a few yards underground. It took him a couple seconds to regain his bearings, and then notice that he was alone. He decided to stretch out his limbs a bit before practically rolling onto his feet and shuffling towards a small kitchen area, making himself a cup of coffee. As he leaned against the counter, waiting for his caffeine fix to finish its preparations, Jax pulled out his SHIELD issued phone and looked at its screen. There was a single message waiting for him, from the only friend he had left in the organization. His eyes narrowed as he tried to process the warning, before the realization began dawning on him: Hydra was here. Jackson bolted out of the kitchen, heading back to the lounge to begin assembling his gear. He had his sidearm loaded, simple armor and helmet on, and SCAR in his hand as he made his way towards the elevator, stopping for a moment as a smile spread across his lips.

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The elevator door opened up on the floor below the penthouse and Jackson stepped out, decked out with a few more choice weapons. A grenade launcher, shotgun, and LMG were added to his current arsenal. At the end of the leftmost hallway, heavily armed SHIELD agents were in the midst of a sweep, and aimed their guns at Jackson. The former agent strained slightly to hold the LMG in one hand, slightly craddled, as he pulled out his old SHIELD credentials. "Wait! Hydra is in the building. My name is Jacks-" The SHIELD agents looked towards each other and gave a small smile before turning back to Jax, cutting him off. "We know."

Jackson barely dove out of the way before they began unloading bullets into the spot he was just in. Sling saw the impact they had on the wall and sighed. Armor Piercing. They meant business. Guess this is justified then. Sling took a deep breath before getting to his feet and hoisting his beheamoth of a weapon, rounding the corner and unloading upon the hostiles. A mist of blood lingered momentarily as he eased off the trigger and what was left of the targets fell to the ground. Sling began walking down the hallway speedily, making his way to the stairwell near the end and kicking the door open.

A level below, a group of SHIELD agents in full SWAT gear turned their weapons up towards Jackson, who almost immediately responded with gunfire. He needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. But as the agent looked down the stairwell, he saw what could only be described as a small army rushing up the stairs and beginning to exchange gunfire. Sling knew a losing fight when he saw one, and pressed his back against the wall to dodge some of the upcoming fire. He took a moment to plan his next move, before grunting and heading up the stairs.

Sling shook his head as he reached the penthouse and saw the heavy steel door was locked. He set down the LMG and quickly reached towards his belt, pulling out a very small explosive device. He placed it over the lock, stepped to the side, and pressed a hidden button on his utility belt. The Thermite charge went off, melting its way through through the steel and unlocking the door the "manual" way. Jax pulled out the shotgun and entered into the penthouse in the expectation that Hydra had gotten in there as well.

Of course, he was right. In position behind the furniture in the room were Hydra agents in suits, presumably posing as normal SHIELD agents raiding the room. The bullets penetrated into Sling's armor as he began blowing the hostiles away through their minimal cover. Within mere seconds, what was once a simple lounge was now in complete ruins and devastation. Sling grunted as he tossed the now-empty shotgun aside. A quick look around showed that there was no obvious stairway to the roof, which meant that things would need to be done the hard way.

Jackson tossed a chair out of the nearest window, breaking the glass and allowing Jackson to peek over the edge and look up towards the roof only a story above him. He pulled out a small grappling hook from his utility belt and swung it up with pinpoint accuracy. Once clear, Jackson pressed a button next to the micro-rope and felt as the equipment began churning away as it was lifting him slowly towards the roof. While not quick, it kept his hands free to fetch the grenade launcher off his back just in time for the first of the Hydra soldiers to burst in through the doorway into the penthouse. Jackson fired a grenade towards them, the explosion knocking the operatives back and causing even more damage then expected. A few more were tossed in for good measure as some Hydra soldiers carefully stepped over their fallen comrades, only to be met with an explosive end themselves.

After what had felt like an hour of fighting his way through the hotel, Jackson Hurley was able to scramble his way on top of the rather plain roof. He rested his back on the flat rooftop, reaching to his left side to pull out a small flare gun. He wasn't sure where the others were, but he hoped they were close enough to see him as he fired a green flare into the sky. It arced upwards as Sling unstrapped his bulletproof helmet and took in the fresh air, waiting for someone to find him.

Log Horizon: North Wen Alliance

C A S S I O

City of Arokan, Cleftland Kingdoms

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^{3:15pm | Fang Family Guild Hall}

As soon as Chopper's words were finished, Cassio slid back his seat and stood up, placing both hands on the table and leaning inward slightly. His eyes darted among the "mercenaries" that had chosen to stay thus far. He then gave a short glance to Parks, giving a short nod before his deep voice billowed out. "I suppose now would be a good time to clarify a few points, since pissing off the people we've invited in to aid in this issue isn't getting us anywhere. Bitching and moaning about payment, while reasonable, is also the same mental head-space that those 'corporate motherfuckers' live in. So before we finalize any decisions and start ordering people around like we're god-damn royalty, let's get a few things straight." Each word and point was aimed with precision at their targets, Cassio's eyes filled with a tempered rage as his words hung in the air.

Cassio's gaze shifted towards Mamafang, and any members of her guild that lingered in the room. "I do feel sorry for anyone in your guild if this is how you treat them. Speaking down to them with every word, bossing people around like you're a fucking messiah. You are just as bad as these guests of ours that you want to berate. This alliance was built while keeping in mind that people have rights and should be treated with dignity. You need to tone down your bullshit and leave the anger and aggression for monsters or PKers, not the people that you're trying to work with."

His eyes then glinted towards Chopper in particular as one of the most vocal of the "unorthodox" bunch. "First of all, you're not a mercenary. I hate to burst your role-playing bubble, but Mamafang has a point. This is a game, and we're all normal people. I'm a father of two working in advertising... or I guess was before this shit kicked off. Knowing the player base of this game, many of the people out there are minors. Hell, this guild is practically comprised of snot-nosed kids scared out of their minds, and my guess with the way most of the people have acted in this room is that most of you are in your 20's or younger. Death may have no permanent consequence, but the pain that they feel is real. My concern over these PKers isn't that they're breaking the rules that the more authoritarian members of the Alliance put in place, but that they're physically hurting people to get what they want. While our dear hostess may have gone too far in speech, I do stand with her in part on one factor: we need people who have some damn empathy to help us solve these issues."

"As for the matter of payment, I think it's been made clear that one of the main reasons I've been asked here is to help provide the gold to make our problems go away. There is no doubt that any of you 'independent contractors' will be compensated for your work. Unfortunately, I haven't worked with any of you before, so there is no chance I'm paying anyone up front when I can't be certain of the results. The up-front rewards I can provide are more in terms of ensuring anyone who aids us on these endeavors is compensated well. The Blades has a good working relationship with the other crafting guilds, so whatever is necessary within reason can be provided for, especially weapons. I believe I will be leaving Garkan behind here to ensure that the Blades run properly in my absence, and will do his best to fulfill your requests." At this, the enchanter gave a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement.

Finally, Cassio turned his gaze towards Parks. He paused a moment, a long-winded sigh escaping from his lips before speaking. "You called this meeting, and you're doing a terrible job of taking any of this seriously. I've trusted you in the past, but I'm not going to throw money around in situations like this with apathetic, under-leveled brats. So, I'll ask you just this once: are these people worth what I've offered?"