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A maker of things. Name: Lir (Amaliricus) Race: Laicar Age: 22 Description: A young man of few particulars, Lir is neither notably tall nor diminuitive, vast nor narrow, muscular nor engorged. But for two features he may be called handsome. First the auric shade of his hair, and...

"You win," Edmund offered to the pair of convicts he had next stumbled upon. What a shit situation. Choosing between her life, and the life of likely hundreds more. He had jumped, blindly, into two signatures, and into a situation there was no way for him to choose, or overcome, simply. One...

OPERATION: SHATTERED THRONE WARNING: Network "SIREN" compromised. WARNING: Location "Shikaku Haretsu" compromised. WARNING: Location "Sougi" compromised. WARNING: Location "Tokyo Bay Complex" compromised. WARNING: Situation level "Class III Crisis" initiated. In all the reports, tests...

Kite - Prisoner containment or Orpheus HQ attack. Basically, he'll go wherever Masato dictates, as he'll actually listen to his orders.

Kite's arrival at the group meeting was heralded by the dull thud of flesh impacting unyielding ground, at least for the most part, as his final bound carried him down the height of the quarry wall and near the group of gathered post humans. For a moment, he held the kneeling pose, as small...

Kite listened with a pair of lips pursed about his cigarette as the General's electronically impersonated voice crackled in his ear bud. "Quarry, huh?" Though speaking aloud, he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, and the man who had previously praised him now looked quizzically at the...

I'll toss Creed into the mix. Adversity and him would go well together. -- Creed rolled a 3 (1d100)

"My god! You saved my life!" It was an ecstatic and genuinely praising cry from the man standing next to Orpheus' Agent Kite. "Don't thank me," was all Kite offered in return, showing only a glimpse of the superhuman as he dashed over to some rubble, and showing a great triumph of it as he...

Grade: ?? Kite - Initiative Orpheus, Scrub Reiatsu: 52,367 ~Undead~ 56, 503 ~Abomination~ 56, 612 ~You Are Dead~ 66, 777 Combat: 25,367 Agility: 1,000 Fortitude: 26,000 Feats: [Unique] - Clint Squint [Unique] - Immaterial Strength [Trained] - Bitch Tactics [Trained] - (pending) Items - S -...

Rank: S Name: Jormungand and Fenrir: 'Godhand' Form: The weapons take the form of stout, fingerless oiled leather gloves with 'brass knuckles' fashioned of refined and reinforced titanium. On the back of each is a three chamber mechanism, constructed of precious fabricated metals from...

Bleed and Other Base: 68,201 Used: 40,920 (6/10)

Firing off a SDB for O this week. :D

RE: Godhand prototype device RE: Godhand Protype device From: [email protected] To: [email protected] cc: mouko.major <<< For Eyes Only: Do not replicate, print, or keep a digital copy of this transmission. This transmission will auto-delete from physical...

Sev note: This collab is about a year old, and we're only posting it now. Ignore the inconsistencies with that in mind. Kite - Van Masato - Sev What a strange scene it was. One of man’s great pillars of society, a piece of infrastructure used to elevated the animal from the depths of...

The platinum haired youth was sprawled out over the benches, taking up two rows of space in his languid posture. It was almost an unspoken dare in the packed arena: move me if you can. But for the overt posturing of his posture, his mind and attitude were far from it. Nothing for the crowd...

RE: New Field Agent From: [email protected] To: [email protected] cc: mouko.major,caleb, roland <<<<for eyes="" only:="" do="" not="" replicate,="" print,="" or="" keep="" a="" digital="" copy="" of="" this="" transmission.="" transmission="" will=""...

Just remember Ascania is all about the underworld! Drugs, smuggling, and the ring on elicit after life activities. All under the peachy keen veneer of peddling Seireitei's most desired good: food.

Character Sheets (as filled out by the character) Name: Kite Sex: Man Age: Adult Eyes: You must be blind Hair: Short The Interview "What's your name? Do you have a nickname?" Kite. Kite. "Where and when were you born?" I wasn't born, since I was cut out of my mother's womb, dead. "Where...

His eyes never left Lucas. The launched warrior had seemingly no interest in the two encroaching figures until, at the very last moment, his right arm snaked out to clasp one by the throat and crush its neck in a brutal display. It was a cold indifference to life one would expect from someone...

Moon, you're good. The other two I'll reply to tomorrow.