Atrias

(Not the most perfect introduction but since the starting point was a little hard to try and include the two otherwise.) "Remind me again why we're doing this?" Said Shaun as he gave Marcus a leg up to reach the edge which the younger sibling used to pull himself upward. The two were just scaling the fence that lead to the collage grounds. Specifically the nearest possible area to the library. "If we could find out about the spring anywhere it's either this or we get kicked out like the last four times." After that was said Shaun jumped over with his amplified muscles and proceeded to sneak to their goal. Not knowing exactly where they'd have to go the best bet was to find a window which would lead them to their desired location. "You know the drill if we get caught?" The elder brother asked wanting to confirm the backup plan. "Yeah yeah. You're a student who is leaving class due to a family emergency." Was the reply he got. He then nodded and came close to the colleges wall where he once again made the leg up maneuver only this time with superhuman strength allowing Marcus to soar up high enough to catch the corner of the building roof and let down a rope he had been carrying around. Once they were both topside Shaun tied the rope around the younger brother's waist and lowering him down so he could take a peek through the windows. The child looked with fascination into every room they passed and one in particular was intriguing enough for him to say: "Stop." "What? You found it?" Asked Shaun who kept both hands on the rope ready to pull up. "No but there's a teacher here that talks a lot like the priest back home. Passion over the most boring stuff imaginable." He answered and stuck out his tongue towards the man giving lectures. After the elder brother sighed and wanted to begin moving along he was met with a surprise as the thing holding his little brother up slipped from his hands. Luckily he reached at it again and caught it before it went to far. "You fine down there?" He yell-whispered receiving a reply. "I'm fine. Let's keep moving."

forget my previous post existed

there's like 3 of us ... Not that i mind

Bingo.

I'll actually be adding two characters if that's fine. Bonus points to anyone who knows where the characters i'm going to be using come from (hint: it's a game). Also these two will be neutral traveling from one side to another in epic journey style searching for a cure to save their father in the form of the "spring of life". Name: Shaun Walker Age: 15 Race: human Gender: male Appearance: (the older one) Personality: Mature and serious most of the time. He is a stick in the mud often correcting his younger sibling and constantly cleaning up the messes he makes. He is humble and modest for the most part but often feels a strong sense of duty to help those in need albeit to minor degrees. Bio: Shaun was born first and received a rather poor welcome. His birth was on a date that signified disaster in the parents religion and was as such always kept in the back seat when it came to gifts or wishes of any kind. He often described family relations as "Legal guardians" but in reality tried to prove himself so that he would be seen more than a bad choice in the birth lottery. He received a brother at the age of five and was often tasked to be the baby sitter. Once he reached seven however the mother took over and he began working as a Sheppard for one of the most dangerous areas. From there he often had problems with wolves and before anyone knew it he grew up and developed a strong set of values. At the age of eleven he already had a reputation as "the beast-slayer" and as such was more or less re accepted into the family. Once he reached thirteen the mother died and he felt it an obligation to look after his brother and also father who had developed a habit of drinking. At that point an unspoken agreement made him head of the family. And when the father began suffering from a deadly illness set out without hesitation to find the spring of life along with his younger brother. Weapons: The father's axe Genetic Traits: Physically much stronger than most Powers: manipulation of his own body also known as physiomancy. In essence it's controlling muscle output, metabolism as well as the amount of adrenaline he receives. Name: Marcus Walker Age: 10 Race: human Gender: male Appearance: the younger one (picture above) Personality: Playful and energetic whilst rude and childish. He likes to see everything as a joke. He enjoys annoying his older brother with his antics and often ends up getting them both in trouble. He is gentle otherwise and very emotional getting tears quite easily although he hides that from everyone. Bio: Unlike Shaun's birth his was celebrated as a second chance for the family at the time. In early years he developed a stron attachment to his brother who had always looked out for him. He often had trouble with the local kids until said sibling intervened often ending in a fistfight with some of the strongest boys in town. He led a very sheltered life receiving plenty of attention but at every opportunity found time to sneak away to a more vibrant life in town. His antics went unnoticed by his parents and Shaun always covered it up. Later on a festive night he and the mother had a traditional night at sea where the mother drowned after falling out the boat and being swept away by the current. He blamed himself for this as he was unable to do anything as he lacked the strength his brother had. During the funeral he and the brother made a silent agreement never by any means to let another family member die. This became evident once the father began suffering from a nearly incurable illness and the two had to venture out to find the spring of life which would save him. Weapons: none Genetic Traits: agile Powers: Can speak with animals. Question 1 (Optional) - What is your definition of "peace"? An absence of military, economic, social, religious and political conflict between two factions numbering more than 100 people combined. Question 2 (Also Optional) - What would you like to see in this RP? Character development on several levels, a well build world and a lack of generic plot devices. READY

Dorian: Langerdon “Straight to the point then. My business here is mostly the expansion of our now small trade organization. The reason I came here is to be expected really: I and orient desire trade rights with no tariff across the empire. Furthermore we would request to be taken into account as the main suppliers of weaponry and overall goods. But I believe in equivalent exchange so we would in turn stabilize your economy and fund your struggle with the other faction/factions.” He spoke in snakelike tones as he came towards the end. He was about to continue but decided otherwise. Afterwards he took out a scroll lined in gold upon which the terms were written and the plan. “This may sound unappealing but in reality the aftereffects will be huge. You may refuse any part of it but in summary as is written on the second paragraph the overall trade system will prohibit centralized economy allowing money to flow to the lifeblood of any army: its supply lines and the farms in the frontier. The four year crop rotation will ensure soil will be reusable, the mine direction system will ensure a quick supply of metals, a trade blockade will be made around this area…” He ran his finger around Kaipora south through the sea and ended a circle around the before mentioned town. “Orient will of course be the ones taking all the current merchants out of the picture …And finally …” He pointed towards the southernmost peninsula. “The founding of a new city focused on naval engineering. With that the southern island will fall by two fronts. It will be financially broken and unable to receive reinforcements with relief supplies.” He concluded his speech by lifting the scroll up as if he were presenting a sword to a king. Arian: the skies north-west of the elven city “A simple job. Get in rip off some lowlifes and sell them out. DORIAN I F***ING HATE YOU!” Shouted Arian as he flew north wind away from the airship that was chasing him. They were firing their batteries at him getting closer with every attempt. *Earlier that day.* “That’s fifty for each crate, twenty for the travel expenses and four as a bonus.” Said a man in the Palsian merchant’s guild. He wondered what was so valuable about the cargo but as experience taught him don’t try to look unless you’re a masochist. Deuce said it may be agricultural supplies but it was a tad too heavy for that. Afterwards he set out on his little venture to the authorities. Sadly for him, as he was crossing the market, he felt a blade pressed to his back. “Don’t breathe, move or …” The assailant was caught off guard by what seemed to be a piece of scrap metal hitting his groin and making him roll to the floor in pain. “What?” He mocked his assassin but as he turned around several flintlock pistols were pointed at him. “Can’t we settle this over alcohol? My treat …” This was answered by pistols getting ready to fire. The captain was amongst those and spoke in a crude language. “We’z aint got da time for ya. I likez youz but ya made one big mistake. Tryen ta sell us out might’ve just signed your death warrant. But dunt worry. You’re head’s gonna go right on top of me pointy stick. Daz a honor dat is.” “Can I get a last request?” His eyes shifted towards a building under construction at the far end of the marketplace. “Wuz that?” “This.” He slowly put a hand in his pocket and took his last resort. He injected tyzanite into a vein on his right leg but acted as if he forgot something. “Well to bad no smokes.” He smiled as white energy began pulsing through his veins and sending out a shockwave before any of the pirates could do anything. As that happened all the people around were overcome by panic and before you could say one the entire square was engulfed in chaos. During this Arian ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the building he saw earlier occasionally flipping over a stall. There was some pistol fire but ultimately nothing hit him and he was able to get to the building he saw earlier. There he climbed the framework performing several acrobatics along the way until he finally reached the rooftops. There he jumped from one to another free running style and was able to exit town in that manner and get to his flyer. However as he gained some altitude artillery fire rained down from somewhere. The batteries were shooting in intervals of ten seconds giving him some time to avoid the shots. *Present moment.* The chase has already lasted several hours and burned a good chunk of his fuel supply with all the air tricks. Finally he turned preparing to fight back. He hated it when he had to do this especially ever since the three day war. A quick loss of altitude plus and a pull up maneuver was all it took for him to get behind the vessel. There he fired a missile into the engine effectively causing the thing to fall from the sky and sink to the bottom of the sea. His victory was not to last as just now some of his last fuel reserves went and all he could do was land in the middle of the Nordic ocean. Luckily his ship had a transmitter and a transmitter where he sent out a request for help to anyone who would receive it. Deuce and Nalia: Outside Kirle “You know psyche problems like amnesia, insanity etc.” He said and thought to himself ‘It’s probably madness.’ “Well you’re on imperial soil tho I’m not really sure what you make of that. We’re just south of a bigger city and slightly west of a trading outpost. I don’t know which star you mean nor am I fluent in astronomy but I guess it’s safe to say you’re from up there.” As he finished a giant doglike creature made of earth rode in with his sister on it. It was Osor and it seemed that his call for help earlier went a little bad. Nalia had already went ballistic and prepared to fight. “Get da hell away from Deuce!” She shouted from her mounth and made three figures from stone slowly approaching Keyes. “Sis settle down it was a fals alarm … I think … Well the blade isn’t pointed towards my head now anyway.” As soon as he mentioned a blade pointed towards him the rage only escalated and the creature she was riding began a charge.

It wasn't long before all of the commotion went on. Plenty of the actual patients went up to greet him He was slightly confused if he wasn't just in some hidden camera show but then the doctor answered on the question concerning the medicine. "In that case I will administer article 51 part 4 subsection c. In case patient declines injection by medical personal and he is deemed capable the patient is allowed to administer medication on his own. I have the necessary doctrine to qualify as capable." He said all that as if he were a robot with no emotion whatsoever. THen came the your highness part making him chuckle a bit inwardly so he now knew something was up. "Just point me and I'll go around by myself." his expression now returned to his previous somewhat snarky tone. Then looked around ... Maybe it would do him good to have some company after all that... "On second thought ... Who wants to go with?"

Again no posting due to new year stuff. Anyhow happy new year.

2015 was weak. Most of the series had pretty colors but near none substance. Most anime studios value colors above plot ... I mean seriously i can watch anything if it has a good story. We received another clone of SAO spawning hundreds of blue ribbon cosplayers ... We had the pointless plot hole filled Death parade it makes me sick (good animation bad writing). Next up gangsta which tries to be rule of cool but fails so bad it's like a nuke accidentally setting off in a nuke factory. Worst of ... 2nd worst was one punch man which i am renaming one pun man since it's just a rehush of the same joke 1000 times. Finally on the bad list Charlotte which just rushed slowed then ruched and info-dumped every 5 seconds it had the same problems angel beats had and the author was cut short the 12 episodes it would need to be decent. Arslan was trying to be historical but failed with some stupid scenes (although some characters were good) It is still watchable and no longer falls under the train wreck category. Ok that was a bit of a rant. Moving on to the good stuff. Young blackjack was an interesting series completely overlooked but has enough surgical stuff to have the plot be decent even if it doesn't over arc. Of the decent things i only liked it because it was relatively original. The number two spot goes to Yahari ore rabu como.... You know what let's just call it SNAFU. It's protagonist was a jerk with a heart and it provided a ton of social commentary. The thing is this one had realism in a harem and deconstructed it perfectly. If you can follow it it's by far one of the best rom coms out there. Finally taking my number 1 spot is ... blood blockade battle-guard. It's mindless rule of cool that works. It doesn't pretend to e super thought provoking but it does well enough to provide popcorn material. It's like durarara meats blue exorcist meets baccano. The entire thing just screams style and has a setting NOT IN JAPAN. The characters are a fine part since they are well explored and for some even noteworthy. The lack of a main character makes this ore interesting because switching perspectives makes for a better story. If you say Leo is the main protagonist i'd say "A passive observer is a protagonist? Great logic." Anyhow the end is a mess but everything up until episode 10 is decently good (Except the filler episode). And thus because it dosn't try to act serious, has decent characters and has a good flare of the before mentioned shows it's score is 6/10 and is the best of the season. Ok i may have written a lot

Dusty shook the doctor's hand and commented sarcastically: "It'd be even better if i wasn't stuck in solitary." Then looked around. He wasn't sure what kind of institution this was at the sight of everyone. He thought he had seen this before maybe in a visual novel where you'd get to chose one of the girls (excluding the loli). Then came his new "roommate". At the sight he only had one simple thought: 'Why did the guy who led him here look like he'd go through hell?' He introduced himself and acted normally making him think it was another victim of the system. But then came the name ... Unless he had shamanistic parents of maybe cultists as legal guardians there'd be no way someone'd give him a name like that. "Uh thanks. Sure i guess I'll take a look provided i don't get thrown back there." There was also a moment his eyes scanned the place around them for a potential way to get out of there. It's a shame his contacts would abandon him but oh well ... better than being called insane (as did his previous "girlfriend" before he was locked away). His facial expression was bordering between confused and serious shifting in random intervals. "Mind if I ask ... There wont be any drug administrations right? In my "form" It said i'd be prescribed anti-depressives but do I look like I have suicidal tendencies." He turned to the doctor a sight which clarified his thought 'Abaddon does have something wrong with his mind.' At least he can count on the fact he wont wake up with a knife through his throat ... Right? Then he felt as if he were developing paranoia and quickly snapped back to reality.

Deuce: outside Kirle As he noticed the pirates he was unsure on how to act. Normally he was taught to devide them into two distinct parties: the lowlifes and the ones that could benefit them. Last he checked they weren’t shooting or pillaging so he approached. Should they be members of one of the many “Failed trading partners” it’d be best to run as fast as possible. As he neared however the pod opened and before he knew it there was a blade pointed at his face. The person who came out was seemingly very eager to draw and kill. He mentioned something about Orokin and asked who they were. He gulped and very slowly pressed a button imbedded in his tooth. “E-Easy now big guy … I’m from orient trading. If you’re lost or … Um … experiencing psyche side effects?” Dorian: Oryx council He was slightly annoyed by the war priest but it ended when the leader began speaking. As was mentioned he sat down but turned away from everyone as the war part was not his concern … Unless his little experiment would turn out a point of interest. He didn’t want to specifically intervine and instead examined the full cast at the meeting. (nothing of note happens to the other four)

sry for not posting yet Christmas stuff. Also merry Christmas.

Arian : near the shore and moving towards Palsia. "Yahooooo!" Shouted Arian as he completed one of the many flight maneuvers he had the "luxury" of practicing. The recent "trade agreement" was basically delivering supplies and weapons to the ever so kind pirate bands in the south east. Dorian had taken the liberty of giving him several instructions on which buttons he should press and so far it worked splendidly. What's more after Arian reports the base location there'd be even more profit in it for them. This did not mean he approved the methods but with the conscription, the war and most importantly the low interest in their group it was necessary for them to stay afloat. If Grim ever found out about this it'd be another lecture about fair business and even worse if the empire caught on it'd mean execution unless They'd use bureaucracy to make everything halt till the crime was no longer relevant. He turned to the communication systems often and occasionally. "Palsia this is trade vessel north wind. I have clearance to land. Over." There was some static before a woman's voice answered. "Our apologies sir but there has been a change of schedule. A military ship has taken your spot and no others are available. Over." "Affirmative. Requesting permission to land on the town's outskirts. There should be enough space. Over." "The hell? Are you mad or something?" "Not really sweet cheeks but I'm a member of orient and we always make our goods reach their goals." There was no reply for a while. The ship began decreasing it's altitude and began following improvised landing protocols. "I'll take any further answers as a yes. Thanks for the landing spot. See ya." He sent off that message then blocked any further signals that had to do with his ship. He actually landed further away then necessary near the shore. Thank god there was no cargo otherwise the journey would kill him. As he disembarked however he sensed a person nearby. He wasn't sure how to react however and kept is distance till it would e assessed if it's a threat or not. Dorian: The capital city of the empire Langerdon The situation in the city was utterly perfect. Just as he desired the economy was in shambles and he could smell the inflation from miles away. The only hope he had now was that the armies would face off some time soon with the last dent he'd be able to get so many connections and easy money. The thing that kills a nation is never a big battle but rather an economic breakdown. He was here to discuss arms trade with a few low ranking officials but he knew that'd be wasting time. The only way to advance in the trade was to be dirty and take risks. And his plan now? Immortality Is such a nice and common goal men have always wanted to reach and yet it proved elusive. What better way to obtain it than through an actual deity. He had several debts to collect on and one of them went so far as to allow him to join the very meeting called by a kind. He was however to be an informal observer. The tricky part was getting in to begin with and avoiding the defenses put up against bad intentions. As such he convinced himself he meant the best for the empire as much as it didn't concern hi. His entry was also somewhat lacking in "style" as he simply walked in and blended with the background hoping to get his words after the big meeting was over. His pet project was also a matter of interest and he will follow through on his interests. Nalia, Grim and Jonathan: Krile "Ladies and gentlemen! The orient trading company is looking for recruits. Come one come all ensure financial stability for yourself and your family with a good work space, free room and board and most importantly the good will that you're assisting your country in gaining economic prosperity!" Nalia was shouting at the top of her lungs by order of the undead leader who was ow having a conversation with Jonathan. She was wearing a revealing uniform Arian had come up with to at least attract some attention. It worked but not many were interested in joining. The conversation that was taking place behind the poster girl however was much more serious. "Right. And you're positive Arian won't be back till then?" That was Grim who was saying everything in an emotionless tone where you couldn't tell question from statement. Jonathan in response to reading his lips handed his boss papers detailing medical cargo and Dorian's travel expenses. "I see. Things are far worse than i thought. Send a message later from him to return. You and Nalia Will be traveling on your own till you reach the sepharim order. Try cutting a deal for weaponry and medical supplies. If possible get them to sign an agreement." The ghost doctor replied by drawing pentagram on a piece of paper then inscribing three small circles on it's inside where two were touching. "I know it's dangerous. Avoid it going public and if all else fails have Nalia make you one of her proxies." Just then the poster girl arrived at the back and sat down. "I don't see a point with my advertisement unless you're opening a cabaret or something." She sighed and looked around for something. "We need manpower." Replied Grim coldly and turned to his other ally. "Will you pull it off." He received a shake of the head as a reply. Then pointed at Nalia. "What are you looking for?" Asked the living corpse. "Anyone seen deuce?" "Yes. The young lad said he needn't be here watching you parade your breasts in front of everyone. He said he'd go exploring outside town." She wanted to stab someone for letting him wander about and also stab him for saying that. Deuce G.:outside Krile He finally found some time to relax and wander about a bit. He loved exploring especially towards the west when he had time. Cartography was something he had recently began dabbling in and thus far it was enjoyable. He left a few minutes ago and already knew he'd be in for it once he comes back. He did take what you'd need for a camping trip with him just in case but in the few occasions he suck away so far he never needed it. He stopped when he saw someone fall in the distance then rushed to help. Before he could say anything a button had already been pressed. "What's that thing?" He asked as he got closer still slightly cautious of what's happening.

i did a one time thing to ... FUUUUUUUUUU oh wait it's an imported guy so i should be fine right? ... *shudders* right?

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"Journal entry number 1. I'm writing this journal in case my sanity is damaged. Humans are social creatures whose biggest fear is the unknown. We are frail both physically and mentally. Sadly I am no exception. I've been here for roughly two months and i feel the time eating away at my mind. When you're alone you don't know how time passes when you don't see the light of day nor do you feel the chill of the wind. At first time seems to fly but you don't understand why something is taking so long. Then hours drag on with no end in sight. I have no mouth yet i must scream. Funny I remember laughing off this scenario just before the operation and before the judge. Well it doesn't matter. The psychiatrist that came to visit me every once in a while is under their payroll i can tell. Bastards. He hasn't been coming here recently. I wonder what happened?" Those were the words of Dusty Attenbrough who recently received a tape recorder. The room was what you'd expect from solitary: A toilet and a bed. He spent plenty of time there and was just now performing a mock operation moving his hands in the air as if he were holding tools. How he missed the scalpel, the books and most importantly the assistant he had. 'Poor Rachel.' The thought passed in his head. That was the name of said assistant who managed to get out scotch free. In a way he was contempt with the turnout but again displeased with his current situation. He punched the wall in frustration to shake off the feeling of uselessness he had been building up for a while now. Just then the door clicked and a staff member entered. He was a tall man late 50's on the verge of retirement it seemed. He wore a lab coat and walked in booming with superiority. "Dusty Attenbrough." he said quickly scanning a sheet of paper he had brought with him. His tone was utterly uninterested as he peeked from underneath the glasses. "That's me. Unless age already took your sight away and you're not seeing my face." Dusty scoffed in reply. He walked forward to the staff member who was slightly confused and a little frightened as the face he was making seemed threatening to him. "If you're like the last guy who kept asking the same questions over and over again leave now. I was a medical student, no I'm not insane, no I have no idea about any weird affairs and for Christ sake dont read me my biography for the umpth time!" He lashed out slightly as unintentional as it was. His words seem to make the man take a step back with each syllable. He did think about aggression and backed away then sat down cross legged. "M-m-m ... My ap-apologies s-sir. You are being released to meet the other prisoners and your room mate today." The air he had when he walked in was completely gone and it seemed as if the roles were reversed in just those few sentences. Dusty doubted it'd work on anyone else but so far it was effective. He was then led outside the cell. The lights first slightly blinded him as he had not seen it in quite some time. The second he stepped out he stretched his arms making the staff member almost duck out of expectations of an attack. 'Finally light and people.' He thought to himself and began following his "escort" to the main area.

I'll post after some stuff happens to see how orient should be spread out. like 5 to 6 posts in (not pages)

Dorian will be grim's lancer. So expect lot's of manipulation and betrayals.

Whelp Orient is neutral but does business mostly with Oryx You can piece everything together if you read the char bios but i kinda wanna make it that small but capable faction. Also the HQ is located at the south of Krile. At an abandoned port town which was entirely converted into a trade hub before Grim rose to power. Name: Arian "the gust" Vondrin Gender: male Age: 19 Side: Orient trading Race:
 human with a few implants Appearance:
 Weapon (limit of two): The aircraft "North wind" if it counts otherwise nothing. 
Tanzynite tonics:
 enduring bolt animal instincts gymnastics expert Tanzynite Instigators:
 cyclonic rush Race abilities: ocular implants, adrenaline production implant and slightly altered muscles Magic: nada Personality: Self-confident to the point of arrogance. Reckless nearing stupidity. Brave since he has never felt adrenaline nor had fear reactions. Creative and innovative. Very outgoing and communicative. 
Backstory: Arian was a part of Orient trading since he was 4 being taken in by Grim who needed men at the time regardless of age. He was orphaned and forced to grow up a street urchin. He learned how to steal and bullshit his way out of plenty predicaments and was often regarded as a trouble maker. Once he was accused of sabotage and almost sentenced to execution however Orient intervened. Afterwards he was taught mercantile skills and most importantly how to pilot the "North wind". At this time he also met Dorian the second in command and Jonathan who was already practicing underground facial reconstructions and doing reaserch on implants. In the "four day war" for supremacy within Orient he helped Grim and his party however was unable to do much aside from be a diversion. There was a mistake and he suffered a wound on the eye which was repaired by Jonathan. Later however during the slave operations he proved to be a good asset as he managed to infiltrate the slaver’s HQ and shut down the defenses. During this he first met Nalia and Deuce. After Grim, who had a good relationship with Arian at the time, took over he chose to keep his job and add passenger transportation to his occupation list. Currently he is opposed the idea of Orient specializing itself as a military trading organization like Grim is planning. Name: Nalia Gallagher Gender:
 female Age:
 18 Side: Orient trading Race:
 human Appearance:
 Weapon (limit of two): a warhammer 
Tanzynite tonics (limit of three) Tough girl Enduring bolt Scamper speed Tanzynite Instigators : Rocky road (although she doesn’t need it) Race abilities: none Magic: can make the earth take shape of golems soldiers or Osor (shown in the pic) who do her bidding. Personality: Perfectionistic and a little snobbish. She tries to uphold her standards no matter the situation and as such has a hard time getting along with Arian. She is caring and generally protective of her little brother. 
Backstory: Nalia was the second eldest on the family and one of the two survivors. During the family incident she was taken along with her brother by slavers. She endured humiliation at their hands in exchange for her brother’s wellbeing and often tried to escape but was caught. Just as she was almost resigned to do anything the slavers told her to save her brother from punishment a loud maniac appeared out of nowhere and got caught. This was her first meeting with Arian who then led a rebellion of slaves and took down the slavers (with supervision from Dorian and Grim). During this time she also found out about her magic and played a big part in getting a good portion of the slaves out before the place was leveled by explosives planted by Jonathan (although no one but he Dorian and Grim know about the charges). After all was done she was offered a place in orient by her loudmouthed savior and the man who now ascended to the top of the organization. She then became a bodyguard and occasionally worked as a mercenary. Name: Deuce Gallagher Gender: male Age:
 15 Side: Orient trade Race:
 human Appearance:
 Weapon (limit of two): none 
Tanzynite tonics (limit of three):
 none Tanzynite Instigators :
 none Race abilities : none Magic: also nope Personality: Kind and hard working. Respects Arian and sees him as a big brother figure. Is afraid of Grim and fighting in general. Overall a pacifist who wouldn't hurt a fly. Very dependent on others. Intelligent and calculating but prone to panic. Often seeks confirmation from others (mainly Dorian and Arian). Not very willing to do anything on his own. 
Backstory: Deuce was the youngest of the family and one of the two survivors. The family incident happened as an attempt to take power by a third party led by Ziel stormed the Gallagher family home which also succeeded. After the family incident during the "4 day war" he and his sister were taken by slave traders. He was just 7 years old at the time and his sister 10. The main interest was to make him a physical worker however his genes didn't comply with that well. Nalia on the other hand was going to be trained as a dancer and a pleasure slave. Later however they were freed by the new orient party (aka the current Orient) and put to work inside. Deuce picked up the wrench and began working as a repair man for some of the aircrafts and often traveled with Dorian and Arian aboard the "north wind". Name:
 Garret Reuental "Grim" Gender:
male Age:
 38 (doesn’t age) Side: Orient trade Race:
human (resurrected) Appearance:
 Weapon (limit of two): two 44 caliber magnum guns with custom amunition (armor piercing, kraken (bioligic weapon) and incendiary) 
Tanzynite tonics (limit of three): Tanzynite Instigators (limit of three--experimental Tanzynite has a limitation of one, and only with prior approval):
Satan’s touch, smothering darkness Race abilities : doesn’t feel, doesn’t have to eat, doesn’t have to sleep superhuman strength (not much doe) Magic : none Personality: Despite his looks is very kind and merciful. Tries not to show emotion and is for the most part incapable. Fearless similarly to Arian. Dry and dark sense of humor. Patient and analytical. Sees every member as a part of his family. 
Backstory: Garret was a merchant and artist until he was caught in a conspiracy and killed. Not much else is important in his past life however his body was preserved under the pretense of biologic research however was never used. Later on the now former leader of orient decided to Resurrect him as a zombie servant. Later he was released and became and began working as the leader’s body guard (free will this time) since the leader preferred to have actual intelligence not a program following him. He took a liking to Grim and took him as an apprentice hoping to create the next leader. He was far too successful as he created a monster of logic and the man who killed him. He took interested in talented and unique individuals such as Arian, Jonathan and Dorian then proceeded to root out any corrupt parts of Orient consequentially causing the organizations members to quit in large quantities. As he ascended to the top he had to make amends for the family incident and devised a plan to take out the slave traders. He was successful and gave every person he rescued freedom and offered work places to some. Name:
Dorian “Gray” Bittenfeld Gender: male
 Age: 200 (stopped aging at 20)
 Side: Orient trading Race: cursed human
 Appearance:
 Weapon (limit of two): a cutlass and a flintlock pistol 
Tanzynite tonics (limit of three): Gymnastics expert chameleon scamper speed Tanzynite Instigators : blinding light
 Race abilities : Doesn’t age Magic : none
 Personality: Looks kind and friendly but is actually a manipulating bastard. He is a true Machiavellianist who praises results above all else. He hates Grim with a passion however does not show it. Generally lazy and delegates most work to his favorite underling: Deuce (who he also hates). Backstory: Dorian was a noble who won his fortune through several simple gambles with insane stakes. Afterwards decided to spend it all on the thing he wanted most … Immortality. He did gain it however he isn’t completely immortal and to find out how to do this he went to work for the man known for bringing the dead back to life. His current situation was that he cannot age but he can die if his cursed portrait is destroyed or he dies via any normal means. As he did so he met Grim and used him to help get the recipe for immortality. Sadly all hope was lost during the 4 day war when the main building was destroyed by a bomb. Afterwards Grim promised him he’d help him find the secret to immortality and Dorian became second in command. Name:
Johathan “ghost doctor” Heaton Gender: male
 Age: 19
 Side: Orient trade Race: human
 Appearance:
 Weapon (limit of two): if a scalpel counts otherwise nope 
Tanzynite tonics (limit of three): Marksman Brains and brains Tanzynite Instigators: none Race abilities: none Magic : nope Personality: Calm collected and rational. Very introverted and doesn’t talk. Always acts uninterested. Often comes off as lazy and bored. He is mute and only communicates with sign language with arian (coincidentally the only person who knows the special sign language) 
Backstory: Early in his life he lost his hearing and shut himself in. The only person who took the time for him was his abuseful father who also didn’t pay much mind to him. He took up medicine early and as soon as possible joined orient under Grim. He became an underground doctor and med expert but never opened up to anyone. Later during part of his education he met Arian who was till then the only person who took the time to learn sign language to communicate with him. The two then became close friends and were often seen doing assignments together (the one who handled the patent transport was Arian). During the 4 day war he helped his friend who returned with a wounded eye and later took on the job of bombing the slavers HQ to save as many as they could while still not letting the ring leader escape. He then returned to his work and still has good relations with Arian. Silver is my favorite.

Hey question. Is it allowed to make another faction "The Orient trading organization" It's just to make the whole thing a little more realistic with merchants who will abuse the war for weapon and resource trade.

I'll sign up. Reserve a spot if you'd be so kind.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT THE 2 character limit was extended into a 3 character limit and thus allows more characters. Only 1 more per person doe. Name: Saruhiko Fushimi Age: 20 Gender: Male Anime and Saga of Origin: K project Appearance: Short Bio: Fushimi was once a regular student who came in to contact with a "king" mikoto suoh. The man formed a gang HOMRA and also gave him his powers however later he betrayed said gang (although retained the aura). He joined a rival organization under the blue Kings control called SCEPTER 4 and begun working as a "supernatural cop". However once again he betrayed this time for the purpuse of infiltraiting a third party JUNGLE and obtained yet another Aura. (And this is where I'll cut the canon part) Powers and Transformations: Blue, green and red aura. (Aura is basically something of an enhancement depending on the color. Green is lightning and electricity, blue is basically a blueish flame and red is fire ... Ok i'll provide examples.) Personality: Fushimi often displays himself as a cool-headed, though lazy and bored individual. He is described as being rather depressing, showing dislike of many things with little interest in activities that he does enjoy, or even his own future. Furthermore, Fushimi has shown that he is a pessimist, believing that "heroes" do not exist; rather, he believes that surviving in the world would only come from an individual's own power. He can often be far more twisted then he leads others to believe. He can be cruel, bloodthirsty, and occasionally sadistic. Weapons: A saber rapier style sword. Theme Song:

Anyone who'd want her would be labeled a lolicon. Even psychos occasionally re-socialize to form relations. What I'm saying is don't get to many fixed ideas let it flow otherwise it'd feel forced ad that brakes immersion which is the downfall of any RP. (Just thought i'd point out that train of thought.)

I was also a member. And I will join should a RP start up. You know it's being remade by fans right? the release date is a little messed up.

Well dusty just got out of solitary so he wouldn't know Kyle yet