WXer

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So considering my guy is actually insane, I hope someone else has a better plan than stabbing the ogre.

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Though his mild convulsions had finally calmed down, Genya would soon come to realize the hellish inferno that he now found himself in. "You bastard..." he would mutter under his breath as he tried to get a hold of himself. To make matters worse, the devil himself sent a large, brutal demon to collect his innocent soul. But if the others were in danger, surely their souls were innocent as well, Genya thought. While he was indeed plagued by madness and he had just injected himself with what could have been an addling poison, there was no way this was a hallucination. The fear that could be seen in others at the bar was all too real, and different from their usual mocking grimace that he sees them with.

Though he still felt physically irritated, he would attempt to flip the table they were sitting next to, in order to make a makeshift barricade opposite to the ogre in front of them. This would obviously not hold against such a large beast but Genya had hoped the various stimuli from the fire and other patrons running about in panic would help conceal the presence of those hiding alongside him. If he could find a bottle of any liquor lying on the ground, he would not hesitate to grab it right about now as well. Liquid courage goes far in times of trouble, after all. "The gods are testing me... Do any of you intend to leave here tonight alive? Because we might just need each other to do so." Genya would pull a concealed butterfly knife from his pockets, indicating to the others that he was ready to take the ogre on when it came down to it.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

@Ogobrogo I personally think you don't owe us an explanation, specially in a time like this. Take time off, and be with the people that you love.

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Kabukicho was a familiar sight for anyone working in the seedy underworld of Tokyo. However, this rundown pub that Takeru was invited to was one he had never visited before, on account of it being outside his old gang's sphere of influence. Before, he would have been a dead man the moment he would be spotted on rival turf, either by the hands of the enemy gang's goons or by snitches from his own brothers in arms. Now, he'd still be a dead man except he wasn't scared of these consequences. After all, fate was on his side.

As he slowly opened the door, a gust of wind would permeate his stench to the immediate entrance: a mix of cheap, obnoxious cologne and fresh blood from his extra-curricular activities. He doubts that the regular patrons would even flinch from this, but to the others invited to the venue by the unknown benefactor, they might just gag. As Takeru approached the table where he needed to be, he sat at least one seat's distance away from the others. Not out of courtesy but because they all looked dreadful, vicious and downright frightening to him, except for one. When drinks were offered, Takeru decided to order two shots of saké and proceeded to down one immediately to calm himself down.

After Jin introduced himself and his intentions, containers were presented to the group with what Takeru assumed to be the promised power in the form of liquid in a syringe. While a young lady did voice legitimate concerns regarding their authenticity, Takeru already decided he would accept. "Alright, let's get this over with." He rolled his left arm sleeve, revealing a collection of tattoos which included a green dragon, a Torii, and an oni's face. Soon after, he would draw a handkerchief from his pockets and turn it into a tourniquet for his exposed arm. Once the preparation was done, he grabbed his present and proceeded to inject, though not without saying a few words.

"Somehow, this won't be the first thing that changes my life dramatically that I've gotten in a mysterious case, so I won't doubt its potency. However, I do have a question about you, Jin. How come everyone else, including your buddy Takeshi, looks like a freak to me... but you, somehow, look normal?" Takeru would say, before injecting the liquid to his arm. Immediately after, his body would start shaking and his vision would slightly blur, prompting him to down his second shot. What would come next was anyone's guess.

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Genya Takeru

[Face Claims]

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[GENERAL INFORMATION]

"Genya Takeru. Seventeen, according to my birth certificate. Male. But this vision granted to me by destiny transcends all of this, all of me. It encompasses centuries of righteous crusaders and selfless patriots trying to make the world a safer place. And I am sure that you contacting me is part of this divine plan."

[PERSONALITY]

"I don't recall much of my aimless self before the incident. I think I wasn't as scared as much back then. I was probably less cautious too. But now, I see clearly, and know that the world is full of horror. I cannot run from this fate though because I'm the only one who sees the truth and the only way we can stop this madness gripping us is by setting an example to these freaks the populace mistakenly worships as heroes. Hell, I should be worshiped by them instead as a true hero for I am the righteous blade sent to incise this cancer plaguing our world."

[BACKGROUND]

"Life was meaningless. My family had high expectations of brilliance and it never came. Not just with quirks, but with most things such as school grades, friends, financial habits, you name it. So I ran away when the pressure started mounting and found myself in bad company.

Six months ago, I was merely a gunrunner. Even in today's society, firearms are still sought after by crooks, and a guy like me who didn't warrant attention was perfect for the job. It paid well; certainly enough for me to not go on extended periods of hunger. Never again. But it all went south after that night. A bad call by my gang's lieutenant during an arms deal and the next thing I know, I have some supers on us and the guys we were selling to. I somehow escaped with the payment intact inside a briefcase but I couldn't say the same about the others, nor about the regional gang HQ either. Like I said, no one cares for the guy without a quirk... Regardless, curiosity took over my anxiety after the escape. If the amount was just right, I could quit my yakuza chapter and start a new life in another place far and away. So I opened it.

And it did give me a new life. Inside wasn't cash, but a pair of glasses tinted orange. With nothing much else to lose, I placed them on... I can't take them off. They show me things, the true form of man. And it's horrifying. I need to cleanse these lands from these monsters before they kill us all. The last six months I've been hunting the weaker ones, keeping them locked up in my old hideout's meatlocker. But don't worry, the old gang's all here too, helping me after I found them in hiding. They were even kind enough to let me borrow their blood to write you back since we never stocked up on ink. You should have heard them laugh when I told them that soon I was gonna get a quirk from a gracious benefactor. I don't think they'll be laughing much after I was done with them that night. Or doing much of anything, really. Heh."

[SKILLS]

"I might have handled guns for a living but I refuse to utilize them. I'm still as quick and crafty as ever on my feet though. Locks were never an issue as well, specially the kind you need to pick instead of the ones you need to smash off. Though with all the meat available, I've recently taken up carving with a knife. Shaping the canvas into a beautiful, unperverted form while they beg for mercy... How exhilarating. Hopefully, with enough practice, some of these pieces can be displayed for all the world to see in their lively form."

The Bloodveil

[NAME]

"I proclaim this gift as The Bloodveil."

[DESCRIPTION]

"Folie à deux. No, folie imposée. The vision tells me that I can share my truth if I can puncture my way into their bloodstream. Once my touch contacts their wound will they then see what true horror is."

[DRAWBACKS]

"I can only share this great gift to one soul at a time. Otherwise, they will only get a halftruth of horror. Yet there are still some that reject the truth, even as I graciously share it with them. Their ignorance will be their own undoing... How they can withstand this horror that I must bare witness to every waking moment makes my blood boil."

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@Scio Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. If he tries to spread it out with too many people, it would be less potent. As well, I'm no psychologist, but the quirk might leave lasting psyche damage to people with less willpower even if it's no longer actively affecting them.

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@Scio Thanks, it was fun writing an absurd villain that is hardly redeemable. And you did get it right, his quirk makes it so that he can basically make people go mad by touching their blood, and making them see things differently than what they really are. The fear illusions would probably vary for each individual since everyone has different fears.

As well, it just so happens that he's also the victim of his own quirk at all times.

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Well this was an edgy writing exercise. Tell me if it works tonally with what you're going with @Scio

Character Sheet

[Face Claims]

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[GENERAL INFORMATION]

"Genya Takeru. Seventeen, according to my birth certificate. Male. But this vision granted to me by destiny transcends all of this, all of me. It encompasses centuries of righteous crusaders and selfless patriots trying to make the world a safer place. And I am sure that you contacting me is part of this divine plan."

[PERSONALITY]

"I don't recall much of my aimless self before the incident. I think I wasn't as scared as much back then. I was probably less cautious too. But now, I see clearly, and know that the world is full of horror. I cannot run from this fate though because I'm the only one who sees the truth and the only way we can stop this madness gripping us is by setting an example to these freaks the populace mistakenly worships as heroes. Hell, I should be worshiped by them instead as a true hero for I am the righteous blade sent to incise this cancer plaguing our world."

[BACKGROUND]

"Life was meaningless. My family had high expectations of brilliance and it never came. Not just with quirks, but with most things such as school grades, friends, financial habits, you name it. So I ran away when the pressure started mounting and found myself in bad company.

Six months ago, I was merely a gunrunner. Even in today's society, firearms are still sought after by crooks, and a guy like me who didn't warrant attention was perfect for the job. It paid well; certainly enough for me to not go on extended periods of hunger. Never again. But it all went south after that night. A bad call by my gang's lieutenant during an arms deal and the next thing I know, I have some supers on us and the guys we were selling to. I somehow escaped with the payment intact inside a briefcase but I couldn't say the same about the others, nor about the regional gang HQ either. Like I said, no one cares for the guy without a quirk... Regardless, curiosity took over my anxiety after the escape. If the amount was just right, I could quit my yakuza chapter and start a new life in another place far and away. So I opened it.

And it did give me a new life. Inside wasn't cash, but a pair of glasses tinted orange. With nothing much else to lose, I placed them on... I can't take them off. They show me things, the true form of man. And it's horrifying. I need to cleanse these lands from these monsters before they kill us all. The last six months I've been hunting the weaker ones, keeping them locked up in my old hideout's meatlocker. But don't worry, the old gang's all here too, helping me after I found them in hiding. They were even kind enough to let me borrow their blood to write you back since we never stocked up on ink. You should have heard them laugh when I told them that soon I was gonna get a quirk from a gracious benefactor. I don't think they'll be laughing much after I was done with them that night. Or doing much of anything, really. Heh."

[SKILLS]

"I might have handled guns for a living but I refuse to utilize them. I'm still as quick and crafty as ever on my feet though. Locks were never an issue as well, specially the kind you need to pick instead of the ones you need to smash off. Though with all the meat available, I've recently taken up carving with a knife. Shaping the canvas into a beautiful, unperverted form while they beg for mercy... How exhilarating. Hopefully, with enough practice, some of these pieces can be displayed for all the world to see in their lively form."

Quirk Sheet

[NAME]

"I proclaim this gift as The Bloodveil."

[DESCRIPTION]

"Folie à deux. No, folie imposée. The vision tells me that I can share my truth if I can puncture my way into their bloodstream. Once my touch contacts their wound will they then see what true horror is."

[DRAWBACKS]

"I can only share this great gift to one soul at a time. Otherwise, they will only get a halftruth of horror. Yet there are still some that reject the truth, even as I graciously share it with them. Their ignorance will be their own undoing... How they can withstand this horror that I must bare witness to every waking moment makes my blood boil."

Quirkless No More - A My Hero Academia RP

Hey, dropping in to say I'd be interested in this too.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Dandy on Vacation - Ersatz

Thorne City - Grand Market

Celebration was in the air. People from all walks of life could be found in the metropolis to commemorate civilization's victory and triumph over evil. However, this festival also drew in some men of questionable moral fiber to the capital. Among them is Ersatz, who was primarily here in the hopes of breaking the monotonous routine he had found himself while living in Calestani as a machinist apprentice. At the back of his mind though, Ersatz had hoped that he would find some merchants he had associated with from his past. After all, what better place to sell wares of questionable origins than a market that both buyer and seller might not even lived close to.

(Un)fortunately, Ersatz was unable to find said merchants at the Grand Market. However, he was able to procure some elemental shells of fire, thunder and ice variety that was compatible for his firearm, along with some directions to a tavern that he might be interested in. Once he had entered the tavern doors, Ersatz did a quick glance at the bar patrons and a paladin at a corner table was the only person of interest that he noticed. Ersatz would then pull up a stool to the bar tender's counter, placing a stack of Gil in front of him. "Shot of your finest, barman." Once he would receive the drink, Ersatz would raise his glass and say "Prost." before downing it.

Whatever it was, the drink was burning Ersatz's throat. He would then put up three fingers up in the air, signalling the bar tender for three more.

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