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The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

things are coming along nicely eh

i like our characters

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes

Reika Saigyo

◆ Japanese ◆ Female ◆ 26 ◆ 5'9 ◆ 130 ◆ Sniper and Recon

Maintanence- not an exact representation

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_{// A P P E A R A N C E \\}

One of the first things a person notices about Reika is her startingly bright green eyes. When she is not in stealth mode, her round, doe-like eyes are full of life and energy. It is how she prefers to portray herself to the world. Thin, almost frail looking, Reika has ropey muscles and a deceptively dimunitive frame. If her bright eyes was not a give away, Reika has many prosthetic parts about her, infact, the woman is made of metal as much as she is made of flesh and bone.

A few inches beneath her left shoulder, her stump arms slides effortlessly into a light grey, wiery robotic one. She usually wears gloves that run up beneath her shoulders on both of her arms for symmetry sake. Her chest, upper abdomen, and back are also entirely plated and replaced with prosthetic material. With the exception of her digestive system, as such the small area around her belly button is still soft human skin. Her pelvic area is also still biological, but her thighs down on both her legs are entirely robotic.

Her eyes are an incredible replica of real eyes. Her ears are also gone, replaced with headphone like discs that jack into her temple. The top and back of her head are still skin, allowing her to grow hair to cover up her synthetic ears. When in casual situations, Bright Eyes keeps a flower tucked into her hair. The stem of a flower slots perfectly into a miscellaneous hole in her left hearing disk.

Usually she wears grey and black clothing that covers up most of her robotic parts. Dark pants, boots tanktops. When she's feeling particularly confident she'll wear a crop top, revealing her midriff, navel, and plating that covers her lower back.

When in a combat situation, she of course dresses more practically. Usually she ties her black hair into a ponytail to allow her synthetic ears more freedom of hearing and so loose strands don't get in the way of her eyes. She covers up most of herself with black, light weight armor, and she leaves the cute little flower at home. Her bright eyes alter their appearence significantly. They become two matte black voids where no light enters or leaves, giving her a soulless look. The natural state of her prosthetic eyes are not bright green irises or all black, but instead the default, non-glowing brown eyes setting. One rarely sees her with this look, usually when she's just waking up or going to sleep.

_{// P E R S O N A L I T Y \\}

Reika is an amiable person, though lacking in confidence. Light-hearted and kind, but easily spooked or offended, she's a surprisingly sensitive person given her pursuit in life is killing people from a distance or slitting their throats in the dead of night. She cares deeply about her friends and company, and would do anything for them. Her worst fear is letting her allies down, and she wants to please them to a self-detrimental degree. In the field doing her work is where she feels most at home. She doesn't enjoy killing people, but victory is something she values a lot, especially when it works towards helping her allies. Teamwork makes the dream work.

Most of her hobbies are quaint. Antiquing, reading, gardening, knitting, these are all things she enjoys. Of course her greatest pursuits are gynmastics and sharp shooting. Still, there is more to life than turning one's body into a weapon. Even though Reika can quite literally turn parts of her body into a weapon.

_{// H I S T O R Y \\}

Reika grew up in a rural industrial mining town on a "back woods" planet called Akai Pīku, or Red Peak, for the planets notoriously large mountain ranges. In Akai Pīku North, the unimaginatively named hometown, Reika's father was somewhat of a historian. Her mother was an engineer, using the materials pulled from the core of Akai Pīku and turning them into wonderful machinery. Reika loved her home, but there was nothing she would rather do than leave it. It was boring. Stable. No excitement or adventure. There were few exceptions. Sometimes it was necessary to go out hunting for game in the woods, and Reika from a very young age went out to hunt with the hunters, including her father. Eventually she started taking some of the shots herself, and she was good at it. Very good. She didn't like hurting or killing the animals, but hitting the shot was satisfying. Outsmarting her foe, getting the reward, the claps on her back from those she respected.

Her father had filled her head with stories of pirates, knights, adventurers. Her mother chided her for buying into them too much- these are just stories. Keep your head out of the clouds. Though she didn't know it, her parents began to fight over this. Conflicts escalated behind closed doors until they could no longer be hidden. Reika often found herself agreeing with whichever one of the two was nearby, maybe then they would stop yelling.

Her home life wasn't all bad though. Sure, there were arguments, but they still loved each other. One day however, Akai Pīku came under attack by bandits. They sought the machinery deep within the manufacturing company. Reika had turned 18 a few months earlier and was preparing to leave town. When she saw the place of her mothers work go up in flames, the teenager rushed inside to help before the firefighters could stop her. Her mom was pinned underneath some rubble. There were sounds of gunfire elsewhere, but Reika didn't care. She had to save her mother. She did. Her arms ached, but she did. Her mother was free, and begged for her daughter to leave, she shouldn't have come in at all. That was the last thing her mother said to her, as she looked over the shoulder of her daughter and saw men in gas masks emerging from the smoke. They were here for a reason. Just a few more grenades to level this place. Her mother leaped ontop of her daughter as a grenade went off, and stopped moving. Reika felt there was something wrong with her leg, and tried crawling away, her world a daze. A large beam from the ceiling fell onto her hips. There was another explosion, and Reika didn't remember much after that.

She was in a coma for a long time. Her father had lost his wife, and he wasn't going to lose his only daughter. She was eyeless, earless, and a triple amputee, but she would be saved. The bandits were repelled of course, their desperate acts of bloody greed failing. The engineering facility her mother was working at was developing some tech that hadn't quite reached that part of the galaxy yet. Reika was put in a rehabilitation program. When she woke up, she was the cyborg that she is today, though in a more rudimentary set up. It was jarring, to say the least. People gave her strange looks. Looks of pity. Looks of wonderment. Looks of something else, as she limped uncannily through town.

Revenge. The thought hadn't crossed her mind. Rehabilitation was necessary for revenge. She told no one. Two years later, in the dead of night, having modified her bright eyes for night vision functionality, she crept silently into the woods to find her mothers killer. The research was a long time coming, but she had finally found them. That night, she killed the last twelve bandits with a modified, silent hunting rifle. It was too easy. One after another, they went pop in the night. Victory was hers. She helped herself to the loot they had stolen over the last two years of smaller scale raiding. She was twenty years old now, and it was time to leave. With a quiet goodbye to her confused and betrayed father, Reika left and became a mercenary. Six years later, at 26 years old, her reputation preceeded her as a lethal markswoman who could get things done for the right price. One thing she was missing was purpose. She was lonely. Everyone respected her as a mercenary, but one liked her as a person. That was when she found her home in Falchion, onboard the Lucifer's Left Nut, a name that made Reika giggle. Her new life, after all these years, was something she wasn't going to let go of. She's only been onboard for five months, and some things have been rocky, but she's already tied her entire identiy with Falchion and will do whatever it takes.

_{// W E A P O N S & E Q U I P M E N T \\}

Silenced Railgun Sniper Rifle. Delivers high velocity but totally silent bullets into target at ranges up to 4000 meters.

Silenced ballistic pistol, for silent close range kills. Eight rounds, high tech silencer, packs a punch when shot well.

Vibrating, razor sharp katana, like the old stories, and for up close encounters. She usually doesn't bring it on missions. Calls it Shimmer.

Laser Machinegun pistol, for when things get loud. 45 bolts of rapid fire red hot energy before it needs a new cell.

Grappling Hook Arm. Her left arm can mutate into a grappling hook for rapid and quiet ascension.

Blade Arm: Her left robotic arm stores a blade inside. In can project from the end of her forearm, past her hand for thrusting and slashing. It can also reverse it's position and go back to her elbow, for easier deflection and extremely close quarters hand to hand combat.

Impact Calibrated legs: Her robotic legs allow Reika to run completely silently. If she lands on her feet, she can fall from heights that shatter the legs of a normal person.

Flash Grenade, Smoke Grenades. For utility.

Bright Eyes: Her prosthetic eyes can be altered for night vision, thermal vision, black light, and telescopic vision.

Armor: Her cyborg parts work as armor. Her left arm, legs, chest, and the entirety of her back, are resistant to damage of all kinds.

_{// S P E C I A L T Y \\}

Scout Sniper.

Can fight from extremely far away, or extreme close quarters. She excels when she has the advantage, but flounders in bad situations.

_{// O T H E R \\}

Extremely weak to electricity. Shocks that would merely zap a normal person can put Reika out of commission. Anything from paralyis, to comatose states, all the way to death. Tazers, for example, can knock her out for days.

Reika still needs to eat, sleep and go the bathroom of course. Most of her vital organs are still intact, with the exception of her lungs which are mostly robotic. They have many back ups incase there is failure with the machinery, but they are still her more vulnerable part. Poison gas and toxic chemicals are infinitely more lethal for her fragile lungs.

Her weak points are the inverse of her prosthetic parts. Mainly the area beneath her ribs and above her thighs. Namely the lower abdomen, midriff, and pelvis are vulnerable. Her head as well is comprised of damage resistant but extremely important machinery. A powerful enough knock to the head can blind and deafen Reika until repairs are made, if not send her into a coma.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Emily, or #2

Number 2 was laying in her bed ontop of the sheets, staring up a phone. On it were pictures of very rich, very famous people exploring the Amazon jungle...or what was left of it. The brunette had long hair was tied into a ponytail by a black and gold ribben, The hair splayed out in every which way on the pillow her hed was resting on. She was wearing a sports bra beneath a flowing, loose brown shirt. The sleeves had fallen off her shoulder, and the bottom of the shirt had ridden up to just above her unpierced navel. Right beneath that was a pair of denhim short shorts kept low by a white belt. Adorning her feet were a pair of slick, black thigh high boots. The woman couldn't have been more than twenty years old, and seemed to have an affinity for hearts. On her left shoulder there was a black and white outline of a heart shape, and beneath her left eye there was a small red heart. Mostly hidden by her sports bra and shirt, there was a pair of battle serpents duking it out between her shoulder blades. Besides that, there was a pink flower just above and to the right of her belly button, and one could see a pedal from the thing poking out from beneath her shirt.

There were also two black and gold wrist thick wrist bracelets above each of her hands, and both of the lobes of her ears were pierced with two golden rings. The late teenager on the table had a very clear aesthetic she was going for, and she contrasted greatly with the handler in the nice suit. Her large, dark brown, almost grey eyes drifted lazily towards him. From her perspective, he was standing in the middle of her upward facing boots. She furrowed her eyebrows and made a sneer with her lips.

"What? Tasteful pretty young girl? Is that a euphemism or something? Christ, man, you're a weirdo." #2 responded, and it was impossible to tell whether or not she was being playful. With that being said, she cast one last longing look toward the Amazon rain forest, and tucked the phone into her back pocket. Standing from the bed, she ran a few fingers through her hair to make sure it wasn't totally frazzled. Her boots made deep, satisfying impact noises on the floor as the rubber heels made contact with the wood.

Marching boots. Fort Hood, Texas. Place was full of military types of course. Most of them pretty handsome in uniform. The foliage wasn't unworkable. There were the trees planted by the base, and the grass was mostly well maintained, though the outside world had as much brown grass as it did green grass. For some reason humans were hell bent on planting grasses in places where that type of grass wasn't meant to live. The concept of weeds was literally made up, and every day they sprayed poison into the dirt because one type of plant is viewed as bad, and the other type is viewed as good, for literally no reason. Whatever. Getting out of the bed had messed up her shirt even further. She went to adjust the straps but didn't bother pulling the thing down, and it had ridden up to show most of her midriff, including the entirety of the pink flower tattoo. It was one of her favorite flowers and her favorite tattoo.

She approached casually, making a gesture of 'let's go' to the handler, whatever his name was.

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

@LunarisDaFox We can be robot buddies! Ehh, almost.

Reaction to my CS seemed positive in the PM but I'm going to post in the OOC first just in case.

Hider

Bright Eyes

Reika Saigyo

◆ Japanese ◆ Female ◆ 26 ◆ 5'9 ◆ 130 ◆ Sniper and Recon

Maintanence

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_{// A P P E A R A N C E \\}

One of the first things a person notices about Reika is her startingly bright green eyes. When she is not in stealth mode, her round, doe-like eyes are full of life and energy. It is how she prefers to portray herself to the world. Thin, almost frail looking, Reika has ropey muscles and a deceptively dimunitive frame. If her bright eyes was not a give away, Reika has many prosthetic parts about her, infact, the woman is made of metal as much as she is made of flesh and bone.

A few inches beneath her left shoulder, her stump arms slides effortlessly into a light grey, wiery robotic one. She usually wears gloves that run up beneath her shoulders on both of her arms for symmetry sake. Her chest, upper abdomen, and back are also entirely plated and replaced with prosthetic material. With the exception of her digestive system, as such the small area around her belly button is still soft human skin. Her pelvic area is also still biological, but her thighs down on both her legs are entirely robotic.

Her eyes are an incredible replica of real eyes. Her ears are also gone, replaced with headphone like discs that jack into her temple. The top and back of her head are still skin, allowing her to grow hair to cover up her synthetic ears. When in casual situations, Bright Eyes keeps a flower tucked into her hair. The stem of a flower slots perfectly into a miscellaneous hole in her left hearing disk.

Usually she wears grey and black clothing that covers up most of her robotic parts. Dark pants, boots tanktops. When she's feeling particularly confident she'll wear a crop top, revealing her midriff, navel, and plating that covers her lower back.

When in a combat situation, she of course dresses more practically. Usually she ties her black hair into a ponytail to allow her synthetic ears more freedom of hearing and so loose strands don't get in the way of her eyes. She covers up most of herself with black, light weight armor, and she leaves the cute little flower at home. Her bright eyes alter their appearence significantly. They become two matte black voids where no light enters or leaves, giving her a soulless look. The natural state of her prosthetic eyes are not bright green irises or all black, but instead the default, non-glowing brown eyes setting. One rarely sees her with this look, usually when she's just waking up or going to sleep.

_{// P E R S O N A L I T Y \\}

Reika is an amiable person, though lacking in confidence. Light-hearted and kind, but easily spooked or offended, she's a surprisingly sensitive person given her pursuit in life is killing people from a distance or slitting their throats in the dead of night. She cares deeply about her friends and company, and would do anything for them. Her worst fear is letting her allies down, and she wants to please them to a self-detrimental degree. In the field doing her work is where she feels most at home. She doesn't enjoy killing people, but victory is something she values a lot, especially when it works towards helping her allies. Teamwork makes the dream work.

Most of her hobbies are quaint. Antiquing, reading, gardening, knitting, these are all things she enjoys. Of course her greatest pursuits are gynmastics and sharp shooting. Still, there is more to life than turning one's body into a weapon. Even though Reika can quite literally turn parts of her body into a weapon.

_{// H I S T O R Y \\}

Reika grew up in a rural industrial mining town on a "back woods" planet called Akai Pīku, or Red Peak, for the planets notoriously large mountain ranges. In Akai Pīku North, the unimaginatively named hometown, Reika's father was somewhat of a historian. Her mother was an engineer, using the materials pulled from the core of Akai Pīku and turning them into wonderful machinery. Reika loved her home, but there was nothing she would rather do than leave it. It was boring. Stable. No excitement or adventure. There were few exceptions. Sometimes it was necessary to go out hunting for game in the woods, and Reika from a very young age went out to hunt with the hunters, including her father. Eventually she started taking some of the shots herself, and she was good at it. Very good. She didn't like hurting or killing the animals, but hitting the shot was satisfying. Outsmarting her foe, getting the reward, the claps on her back from those she respected.

Her father had filled her head with stories of pirates, knights, adventurers. Her mother chided her for buying into them too much- these are just stories. Keep your head out of the clouds. Though she didn't know it, her parents began to fight over this. Conflicts escalated behind closed doors until they could no longer be hidden. Reika often found herself agreeing with whichever one of the two was nearby, maybe then they would stop yelling.

Her home life wasn't all bad though. Sure, there were arguments, but they still loved each other. One day however, Akai Pīku came under attack by bandits. They sought the machinery deep within the manufacturing company. Reika had turned 18 a few months earlier and was preparing to leave town. When she saw the place of her mothers work go up in flames, the teenager rushed inside to help before the firefighters could stop her. Her mom was pinned underneath some rubble. There were sounds of gunfire elsewhere, but Reika didn't care. She had to save her mother. She did. Her arms ached, but she did. Her mother was free, and begged for her daughter to leave, she shouldn't have come in at all. That was the last thing her mother said to her, as she looked over the shoulder of her daughter and saw men in gas masks emerging from the smoke. They were here for a reason. Just a few more grenades to level this place. Her mother leaped ontop of her daughter as a grenade went off, and stopped moving. Reika felt there was something wrong with her leg, and tried crawling away, her world a daze. A large beam from the ceiling fell onto her hips. There was another explosion, and Reika didn't remember much after that.

She was in a coma for a long time. Her father had lost his wife, and he wasn't going to lose his only daughter. She was eyeless, earless, and a triple amputee, but she would be saved. The bandits were repelled of course, their desperate acts of bloody greed failing. The engineering facility her mother was working at was developing some tech that hadn't quite reached that part of the galaxy yet. Reika was put in a rehabilitation program. When she woke up, she was the cyborg that she is today, though in a more rudimentary set up. It was jarring, to say the least. People gave her strange looks. Looks of pity. Looks of wonderment. Looks of something else, as she limped uncannily through town.

Revenge. The thought hadn't crossed her mind. Rehabilitation was necessary for revenge. She told no one. Two years later, in the dead of night, having modified her bright eyes for night vision functionality, she crept silently into the woods to find her mothers killer. The research was a long time coming, but she had finally found them. That night, she killed the last twelve bandits with a modified, silent hunting rifle. It was too easy. One after another, they went pop in the night. Victory was hers. She helped herself to the loot they had stolen over the last two years of smaller scale raiding. She was twenty years old now, and it was time to leave. With a quiet goodbye to her confused and betrayed father, Reika left and became a mercenary. Three years later, at 23 years old, her reputation preceeded her as a lethal markswoman who could get things done for the right price. One thing she was missing was purpose. She was lonely. Everyone respected her as a mercenary, but one liked her as a person. That was when she found her home in Falchion, onboard the Lucifer's Left Nut, a name that made Reika giggle. Her new life, after all these years, was something she wasn't going to let go of. At 26 she's been serving with Falchion for three years and she would die for her captain.

_{// W E A P O N S & E Q U I P M E N T \\}

Silenced Railgun Sniper Rifle. Delivers high velocity but totally silent bullets into target at ranges up to 4000 meters.

Silenced ballistic pistol, for silent close range kills. Eight rounds, high tech silencer, packs a punch when shot well.

Vibrating, razor sharp katana, like the old stories, and for up close encounters. She usually doesn't bring it on missions. Calls it Shimmer.

Laser Machinegun pistol, for when things get loud. 45 bolts of rapid fire red hot energy before it needs a new cell.

Grappling Hook Arm. Her left arm can mutate into a grappling hook for rapid and quiet ascension.

Blade Arm: Her left robotic arm stores a blade inside. In can project from the end of her forearm, past her hand for thrusting and slashing. It can also reverse it's position and go back to her elbow, for easier deflection and extremely close quarters hand to hand combat.

Impact Calibrated legs: Her robotic legs allow Reika to run completely silently. If she lands on her feet, she can fall from heights that shatter the legs of a normal person.

Flash Grenade, Smoke Grenades. For utility.

Bright Eyes: Her prosthetic eyes can be altered for night vision, thermal vision, black light, and telescopic vision.

Armor: Her cyborg parts work as armor. Her left arm, legs, chest, and the entirety of her back, are resistant to damage of all kinds.

_{// S P E C I A L T Y \\}

Scout Sniper.

Can fight from extremely far away, or extreme close quarters. She excels when she has the advantage, but flounders in bad situations.

_{// O T H E R \\}

Extremely weak to electricity. Shocks that would merely zap a normal person can put Reika out of commission. Anything from paralyis, to comatose states, all the way to death. Tazers, for example, can knock her out for days.

Reika still needs to eat, sleep and go the bathroom of course. Most of her vital organs are still intact, with the exception of her lungs which are mostly robotic. They have many back ups incase there is failure with the machinery, but they are still her more vulnerable part. Poison gas and toxic chemicals are infinitely more lethal for her fragile lungs.

Her weak points are the inverse of her prosthetic parts. Mainly the area beneath her ribs and above her thighs. Namely the lower abdomen, midriff, and pelvis are vulnerable. Her head as well is comprised of damage resistant but extremely important machinery. A powerful enough knock to the head can blind and deafen Reika until repairs are made, if not send her into a coma.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Haruharara You're doing fine as a GM! Unfortunately I can't CO-GM, even though I would love too, I'm already doing so in another RP and I don't think I could give this RP the attention it deserves.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Haruharara Right, of course. I know that feeling.

I'll just leave it at 19, then, I think it's better for the character and I was that age until like 3 days ago so maybe it'll help me relate a little more, lol.

Edit: Not that I could relate to being an eldritch abomination wearing a college students skin in the first place. Still...it sells the older sister vibe a bit better, I think

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Haruharara I went ahead and bumped Emily's age up to nineteen? Since she should be the physically oldest PC and if she was #2 but 18, and Julius was #3 but 19, that wouldn't make much sense.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Haruharara I made some changes and added #2 to the Character Sheet. Let me know what you think and if I need any further changes.

I hope #1 is one nice guy, I think he's going to have his hands full.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

#2, or Emily

#2

D E M E T E R
• P h y s i c a l A g e •

Nineteen Years Old

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •

Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •

Texas

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Charismatic + Ambitious + Amiable
- Power Hungry - Narcissistic - Naive
* Acquire her freedom * Establish her domain * Liberate her family

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Of the Earth| #2's physical appendages are extremely malleable. At will she can spawn and create various plant based extremeties from within, from deadly tendrils to poisonous fungus or flowers. Turning her toes into roots or her fingers into vines is something she enjoys to do for many reasons, including the absorbing of blood. Her entire fore arm can shift into a bendable wooden spike. From between her shoulder blades, several stalks up to ten feet long can emerge, allowing herself to walk without her feet touching the ground. She is capable of advanced regeneration as long as there is plant matter within arms reach. Lost limbs can be reformed, even her head can be grown back though she is in a coma. The only way to truly kill her is to destroy her heart, where the core of her being lies. Or, if she totally runs out of blood, her heart will fail that way.

She is completely immune to all natural poison, and can even blow out poisonous spores from between her lips than can send people into comas, or kill them outright.

For the Earth| Emily is not only able to take the form of plants, but nature is at her beck and call. The branches of nearby trees can become grasping hands, a grassy lawn can become a field of two inch, razor sharp spikes. Flowers bloom where she wishes them too. Where the ground is particularly saturared with roots, she can create sinkholes to swallow things whole. The leaves of trees harden and become rigid, and then launching outward as emerald knives. She can be very, very creative.

Know the Earth|Emily is a naturally talented botanist. She loves plants. Medicine, poison, herbs and spices, she's also an exceptional cook. Most all other subjects bore her. Such base human pursuits are infantile in comparison to the wonders of nature.

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