Chapter Three: Innovative Backtracks

FemTheHufflepuffRabbit said:

THE TROUBLEMAKER Mitchs98 Sugary_Paragraphs Solemn Jester

Rika spotted William arriving at the very peculiar scene that was her laying underneath cardboard-Shiro; she yanked her arm out from the albino, waving awkwardly at her boyfriend. She felt kinda bad; as every timeline passed, she could almost feel them getting more and more distant. This was one of the consequences of the timeloop, and in a way, the poison she had given herself. She wondered how William managed to keep a cheerful demeanor; in a way, Rika admired it, wishing that she could be like that. With this ridiculousness seemed to come a more mature attitude towards this sort of thing, and, if anything, an aura of hopelessness. After all, in three days, the world would just spin on, never realizing all that was lost. Some would remember, but most would forget. And that was what depressed Rika; all of this would be gone soon. The good, the bad, everything in between, would vanish. What would she pay for redemption of some sort? The answer was, of course, anything. And that one word--anything--had so many meanings nowadays. Life no longer was the happy thing she thought it was; it was a temporary thing, and when she died, who knew what would happen?

There was that word again--anything. It presented possibilities beyond her imagination, and it confused her so. What would happen after this timeline? The answer was anything. Who and what would punish her for starting this up in the first place? It was a sad thing to be thinking of, but it was something worthy of considering.

Then came the person that she called "unpredictable"; Samson Hearth, who she had labeled as "possible threat" and "avoid at all costs". Pinned under Shiro, she couldn't possibly escape him. Sighing, she listened to him talking, her purple eyes slowly narrowing in suspicion. Last time she had checked, she and Samson had never quite been what you'd call "buddy-buddy". So why was he talking about a, quote unquote, "beautiful relationship"?

What was he up to?

"Bullshit." And there it came, her much deeper voice, AKA the "I-Mean-Business" voice. Rika stared at him, seemingly in a possessed way, cocking her head. "You do not even know the beginning of my problems, Samson Hearth. And you say you can fix them? Nice try, but my problem has a mind of her own. What she does in this timeline is out of my control." There was a pause; she rested her hand on her cheek. "Please leave. Don't waste my time."

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FemTheHufflepuffRabbit said:

THE (drunk) ROBOT Mitchs98 Sugary_Paragraphs

A very pissed-off Anita entered the Rainy Traveller, her face covered in soot and her hair wild—which didn't match the silver cocktail dress she was wearing in the slightest. She practically slammed the door open after having steered her car in front of the shop, cast an exhausted look at Maria and Chuck, then stomped up to the counter. "Get me a beer and a Snickers bar, please," she said. Her voice quivered with obvious anger, and a few seconds later, she added; "And Bismarck. I need his dragon to set fire to three shitty-ass bars filled with shitty-ass people." There was a pause. "And a beer. Imma drink away all of this 'Mestusium slavery' bullshit until I don't remember my name." Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked from Chuck to Maria; she was already a little tipsy. "And a beer," she said again, a little stupidly, as she leaned against the counter, her arms hanging over. Screw Mestusium. Screw Boomer. Screw everyone. She was getting fucking wasted, and nobody could stop her. She walked over to the fridge, opening it as she took out a beer, lazily tossing the money at Maria.

"Keep the change. Time to get wasted," she said, opening the can and chugging the beverage down. It took her a minute to remember that she had come here for Bismarck's dragon. When she did, she had already finished her can and was starting on another one. "Eyyyyyy, 'Ria, mah maaaaan," She walked over to Maria and leaned against her. "'Ria, where's Bizzy's dragoon? Where's Bizzy? Imma blow up the whole town with him and get wasted and shit. Cool, riiiiiiight? Now where the Melonheads is he?"

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Chuck Saedor
Chuck pursed his lips at the mention of William. To be honest, William was one of the very few people in this City he could trust. Unfortunately, Nic and Phin weren't as trustworthy. And considering William's past troubles with cats (he even recalled a tale where William freaked out at the sight of Maria), he didn't really think leaving the small mouse boy at the hands of two Neko children was a good idea. Momentarily broken from his thoughts, Chuck blinked at Maria's teasing, huffing and looking away with a frown. "H-He's ha-had it coming si-since th-the beginning..." Chuck mumbled to himself. He was already contemplating bodily harm toward the fox before this whole Bismarck fiasco even happened, and now, he had a good reason to go a little farther. Plus, who knew what kinda sick things they were making Bismarck do wherever the traitor sold him. He shuddered, his stomach turning at the thought. He tuned back in when Maria, now equipped with her sword, mentioned Elizabeth, causing him to ponder this option. He was sure she was doing something important right now...Gah! But what could be more important than saving Bismarck?! "Ca-Call He-Her. We need a-all th-the help we ca-can ge-get..."

Right. Now, all he had to do was find someone to watch the kids, and then get dressed. He turned and was about to walk to the stairs, only to stop at the sound of the door slamming open, causing him to sigh and turn...only for his eye to twitch. The freaking cause of the mess...was standing right there?! With a wide-eyed angry look, he watched Anita stumble to the counter and demand...a beer and snickers? He clenched his fist and he narrowed his eyes at her. She wanted a damn beer and snickers after being the sole reason of the increase in slavery? Not to mention the fact that Luce used one of HER cuffs in the first place! With each list of things she wanted, Chuck only grew angrier and angrier, just glaring at her silently even as she rudely made her way inside their kitchen and helped herself to the beer, getting drunk straight afterwards.

"...Wh-Where's Bi-Bismarck?!" He practically exploded, stomping up to her drunken state and grabbing her shoulders before shaking her as hard as he could. "H-He's Lo-Locked up somewhere pr-probably sc-scared out of hi-his mi-mind! And the JE-JERK wh-who took him wa-was us-using YOUR cuffs!"

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Obsidian said:

Bestowing all of this secluded information to this merchant woman felt honorable, liberating Bernkastel was the righteous thing to do not only in his heart but having such a beautiful destructive force be contained inside a raunchy prison with deplorable individuals not even worthy enough to kiss the ground beneath her feet! A beauty such as this deserved better treatment, especially being the anti-reaper of souls and the matriarch of such a fearsome organization as Devicto Mortis, that very name would quake the foundation of which Hell City stands upon because of its negative influence, yet now they’ve started to slack without the dominant hand of Bernkastel whom had only went missing for a month, despite such a small hiatus it was enough for them to push away their daily duties because of the lack of uneasiness being brought down upon them, they have now grown comfortable but the fools have no idea what’s to come when he breaks her free from the shackles that bind her to that contemptible chamber. Nonetheless his mind was having a different disposition, knowing out of all the months to do this that this one in particular would be ultimately foolish because of whom is to arrive at the syndicate’s foyer! A nervous expression wracked Masakazu’s profile as he shifted his upper-body in a different direction, partially facing away from Keiko as he thought about the return of Amai-aku, that exact name translated into “Sweet Evil” or “Sweet Darkness”.

As intimidating as Bernkastel is, Amai was an absolute sight to behold when it came to being such a ruthless force, so much so that he immediately began second-guessing himself after handing over the slip of paper to the saleswoman. Fortunately she doesn’t know he’s alive, with a new appearance to boot too! But with Kimiko’s swift betrayal and departure there was no-one to thoroughly explain the baffling circumstances of what had happen, with all of this happening he’d be surprised if anyone was still there. Temporary fears of the imminent future was postponed when Keiko accepted the offer, Masakazu couldn’t believe how fortunate he was to stumble upon this strange girl whom leaned in with an intriguing grin widening across her face as she told him the whereabouts of Bernkastel. Psychotic robo-bears and drunk Russian men? That explanation alone was the least reassuring thing that he’s heard, no hints to who actually kidnapped Bernkastel except it being someone that’s biologically enhanced with heavy machinery, enough hardware to expose a gifted-human’s weaknesses. She soon ended with the vague conclusion of not having all the details as to the security measures being taken into precaution and finally the coordinates to the prison itself, including the supposed photograph of the building she was locked away in. “You really do have your sources.” Whomever this person was, they were impressive to say the very least. Showing up out of nowhere but at the appropriate time with information and gadgets galore, if this were prior to his death he would’ve considered paying the woman to work for him but he couldn’t help but think that even he couldn’t pay for this woman’s expensive tastes.“You don’t know how much I appreciate this, maybe one day we’ll cross paths once again but for now… I have a wicked enchantress to save!” After selecting a few eye-provoking firearms it was time to depart from the near-ruined police station until something caught his attention in the distance, a room marked with equipment. Maybe something in there had some vital usage to it? Amazement flashed before him as he bared witness to a jaw-dropping stash of ballistic vests including something stored away behind a human-sized display case, upon opening it the vision of a kevlar plated EOD suit twinkled in his eye, it was… Gorgeous! Similar to that of an impatient child on Christmas morning he swiftly broke the glass exterior and put the outfit on, piece by piece except for the helmet which he held in his hand before stepping out of the room and into the waiting room. “Catcha later, by the way… Name’s Masakazu i’m kind of popular around here, well… Use to be, but that doesn’t matter. When I manage to find you again i’ll make sure to take a look at the rest of your stock.” He gave a simple wave to Keiko as he left the front entrance of the police-department, comfortably fitting the ballistic helmet around his head as he checked heavy machine gun in his possession, the other firearms being scattered around his body like ornaments. There was enough ammunition and weapons on him to go to war with the entire damn population of Hell City, or so it looked. “The Mad Dog is finally off the leash!” He shouted with adrenaline pouring from his lungs. He could only hope that Bernkastel could hold out a bit longer.​

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FemTheHufflepuffRabbit said:

THE TROUBLEMAKER Mitchs98 Sugary_Paragraphs

Rika didn't know that her punches could break through walls. In fact, she swore that that was not an aspect of her...unless the time loop was now screwing up her superpowers too. In which case, the universe probably hated her at this point. Her, the person who had accidentally messed up the space-time continuum, who felt as though she was getting older with each passing day and was watching her friends, sometimes aware, other times blissfully unaware, walk past her. It was hard, knowing that she had a lot of responsibility for what was going on. Which some people didn't even know was going on as it happened. Then again, focusing on that was not a good idea as of now. She was trapped underneath some box robot girl, of whom was asking what she had broken. "......Not as much as we have...." Rika mumbled in response, not really thinking that Shiro probably had no idea what she was talking about. The short girl squirmed underneath the albino, then, realizing that she was too heavy, gave up, just sort of laying there.

It was funny, how many things she could contemplate whilst stuck underneath a box robot girl. The time loop, the deaths, what she was doing with her life, and of course, the How Many Times Rika Has Died Tally. If she wound up getting suffocated under here, this would be the....twelfth? Thirteenth? Rika squinted; she really needed to keep track of how many times she had died. And exactly how much time would have passed, had the city not been trapped in a timeline. Let's see....at this point it would have been about six months or so since the original July 7. It would be freaking 2045.

Well. She had screwed time up.

Rika sighed, folding her arms over her chest.

By the looks of it, this was one of the crazier timelines, seeing as Gifted Humans were being witch-hunted and captured. She was lucky that she hadn't been captured yet, but then again a), her powers weren't very obvious, b), only a select few were aware of what she could do with time, and c), before the timeloop, she hadn't used her powers that much anyways. So her chances of getting captured were lower than that of the average Gifted Human. Which was good.

Wait.

.....Was now really a good time to be contemplating such things?

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William Henson
William, unaware of all the current chaos that was happening, slowly slipped some coffee from his miniature mug and watched the sun rise through the window from the smaller window of his miniature house. "Yeeep...anytime now." William said, swirling around the coffee a bit. It had been days since the time loop, and it seemed as though he had seen less of Rika now than he did then due to her trying to give them some more time. It was starting to become a real serious problem, honestly. With each new loop, different changes took place. First Bern finding the kids, and now this slavery business. They needed a plan...

Crash!

...Maybe later.

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"Heya, Rika! And Shiro, right?" William asked as he finally arrived at the scene, standing directly beside the two as the kids watched from behind. He tilted his head at the sight of an unhappy Rika underneath both part of his wall and someone who looked like that lady Bismarck talks to a lot in a cardboard box. They've never really had spoken, and he was pretty sure she had no clue who he was, but he heard her name get tossed around a couple times in the streets. "Ya mind standin' up for a sec? Rika's kinda under ya right now..."

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Solemn Jester said:

Samson Hearth
Samson was so tired of the constant time loops. Of course Hell city seemed to keep things interesting even with the time loop. But if there was one thing Samson couldn't stand it was disorganization. He was all about order, even if he had a odd way of going about it. But he understood that there was always meant to be a balance. Good, and evil. Night, and day. Fire, and ice. Everything had to have a Ying to it's Yang. Everything had a process to go through, a normal procedure that made the world tick. He was amazed the universe hadn't imploded on itself with the constant time manipulation changing it. But disregarding that, he had to deal with the situation before him.

Samson had opened a portal with his convieniant magic sword. Only to step out to Rika, the little mischievous person behind the time issue being sat on by Shiro. A gifted human that Samson watched on occasion when he wanted to laugh at the stupidity of humans. Samson frowned, standing with his arm leaning on his sword, the portal closing behind him. "Umm, is this a bad time? I'd hate to interrupt your little honeymoon."He said in a cold sarcastic manner, annoyed, and minorly offput by the scene before him."I've come to discuss business with you. Things that could potentially solve your issues in this time line. But if you're busy I can just let you have a moment."He smirked his eyes glowing with a blue wick of flames. Which seemed to grow brighter as his thoughts for the future rushed through his mind. Oh yes, he had quite the plans in store for miss Rika."I'd like to work with you. If you accept I'm sure it'll be the start of a very.. Beautiful relationship."
Samson lip curled in a devilish smile, as he awaited her response.

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FemTheHufflepuffRabbit said:

THE TROUBLEMAKER Mitchs98 Sugary_Paragraphs Solemn Jester

Rika spotted William arriving at the very peculiar scene that was her laying underneath cardboard-Shiro; she yanked her arm out from the albino, waving awkwardly at her boyfriend. She felt kinda bad; as every timeline passed, she could almost feel them getting more and more distant. This was one of the consequences of the timeloop, and in a way, the poison she had given herself. She wondered how William managed to keep a cheerful demeanor; in a way, Rika admired it, wishing that she could be like that. With this ridiculousness seemed to come a more mature attitude towards this sort of thing, and, if anything, an aura of hopelessness. After all, in three days, the world would just spin on, never realizing all that was lost. Some would remember, but most would forget. And that was what depressed Rika; all of this would be gone soon. The good, the bad, everything in between, would vanish. What would she pay for redemption of some sort? The answer was, of course, anything. And that one word--anything--had so many meanings nowadays. Life no longer was the happy thing she thought it was; it was a temporary thing, and when she died, who knew what would happen?

There was that word again--anything. It presented possibilities beyond her imagination, and it confused her so. What would happen after this timeline? The answer was anything. Who and what would punish her for starting this up in the first place? It was a sad thing to be thinking of, but it was something worthy of considering.

Then came the person that she called "unpredictable"; Samson Hearth, who she had labeled as "possible threat" and "avoid at all costs". Pinned under Shiro, she couldn't possibly escape him. Sighing, she listened to him talking, her purple eyes slowly narrowing in suspicion. Last time she had checked, she and Samson had never quite been what you'd call "buddy-buddy". So why was he talking about a, quote unquote, "beautiful relationship"?

What was he up to?

"Bullshit." And there it came, her much deeper voice, AKA the "I-Mean-Business" voice. Rika stared at him, seemingly in a possessed way, cocking her head. "You do not even know the beginning of my problems, Samson Hearth. And you say you can fix them? Nice try, but my problem has a mind of her own. What she does in this timeline is out of my control." There was a pause; she rested her hand on her cheek. "Please leave. Don't waste my time."

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Samson Hearth
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Samson wasn't offput by her response in the least. As a matter of fact he found it amusing how predictable her response was."Don't know the beginning? Oh silly girl I know the book front to back!"He said rather theatrically, raising a hand up into the air as if he where holding something up."To be or not to be? Wasn't that the question? Now I could go on quoting theater, and being metaphorical, and all phylisophicil with you. But why waste time?"He walked over to her, his footsteps pounding heavily. His presence became slightly larger. He looked down at her almost pitiying her, but his expression was slightly sadistic at the same time. As if he had plans in store for her future. He unsheathed his sword just slightly with his thumb. He wasn't the type to usually get his hands dirty. But what were a few under the radar killings in a forgotten time line hurt? He pulled out his Katana, and jabbed the blade just short of slicing her head. Then he leaned on it's hilt, looking down at her with a business like expression."Mind of her own you say? Well between me and you. I find that those with minds of their own usually end up in misfortune circumstances. Say like at the end of a blade dead? Of course that can always be helped if you'd like?"Samson smiled suggestively, winking hoping she'd take the hint. He didn't want to say to much out in the open."Of course we all have our little headaches in life. We can't get rid of them for free. Headache medicine cost you know. So how about it? I get you some "painkillers," and in return you help me out with a itch I've got on my back?"
Of course Samson was referring to a certain person he had wanted dead. A nosey detective that could potentially ruin his nice peaceful existence. Which as boring as it could be he still enjoyed his down time Samson had purposely been avoiding the others in the area. Although in all honesty they didn't seem smart enough to know what he was hinting at. Which if they were he could just murder them later. Huh, he was really getting into this whole murder thing.

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Obsidian said:

Spoiler: Sabrina

The Rockstar ~ Sabrina​

Stage pyrotechnics begun flaring off as the song concluded, spiraling in multiple directions before eventually fading away with the band-members taking a moment to bask in the outstanding ovation of the audience that were bellowing out with all sorts of admiration. Nearly all of Hell City looked as if it were packed in one behemoth-sized stadium, Sabrina couldn’t believe her eyes at the sight of hundreds upon hundreds leaping up and down with excitement, this was incredible! She was use to seeing such big crowds but this was probably the band’s largest venue yet which means she’d have to give it her all to impress these music-loving taxpayers with an outstanding act but what exactly? Despite most not knowing, there’s always planning happening behind backstage involving the arrangement of songs to be played, visual fireworks, etc. Often there’s nothing that goes unnoticed aside from the usual fist-throwing in the audience or someone trying to be a chuckle head and get up on stage only to be thrown off by security or given a helping kick to the ass off the platform by one of the band mates. Sabrina thought long about the decision, coming up with the work-in progress song that she’s been thoroughly experimenting on with the others, the fast-paced instrumental would be perfect to rile up the adrenaline of these adoring fans but there was no vocals, no lyrics! “What do I do?” It felt like almost an eternity inside of her own head, drawing up plans and immediately scraping them with hope beginning to fade until that metaphorical light of inspiration peered out through the empty darkness of her mind, ‘striking’ her with a brilliant idea! A combination between visual arts and instrumental, with the audience having their own perception of the performance. It was genius! She could only hope the others would manage to agree as well on this spontaneous proposal. “Okay, you know that second song that’s up next?! Scrap it, i’ve got something to really get them going.”

Sabrina mentioned, stepping back from the microphone to assess the plan with the others. Gakuta, Sean, and the rest had the stereotypical expression of confusion seeing how it's the first time they’ve ever done something this different. “So, that one song we’ve been working on in the sound-studio, we’re using it but… Instead of the regular fireworks and such, i’ll just be using my natural talented powers to spice things up. Whaddya think boys?” Her response was promptly met with indifferent looks. “You think it’ll work?” Gakuta asked perplexingly, raising an eyebrow back at Sabrina with Sean leisurely shrugging at the thought. “Of course, just follow my lead okay?” An ecstatic smile drew from her lips once she approached the microphone, clutching the stand with one of her hands and pulling it closer with Sabrina’s signature guitar hanging loosely from the strap around her shoulder. “Are you ready for another, Hell City?!” She shouted loudly towards the crowd with them swiftly roaring out in an applause. “This one we’ve been working on for a few days now but it’s guaranteed to get your blood rushing!” Within a couple of seconds of non-stop cheering, silence spread across the stadium as Sabrina’s guitar cried out in an extended solo, followed up by Sean’s masterful drumming. Without warning a violet mist accumulated from the guitar, ultimately splitting up into a crimson-red and a sapphire colored blue and taking on the shapes, sizes, and the appearance of two enormous floating basilisks, each of them unlatching their jaws and emitting a booming screech as they collided against each other continuously. Sounds of clamorous banging rocked the stadium with the twin mist-like creatures smashing alongside one another as lightning corkscrewed around them, all sorts of groundbreaking imagery and pyrotechnics left the audience in awe as it the song carried on.​

Spoiler: Instrumental Song

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Spoiler: Mazzy

The Mad Dog ~ Masakazu​

“Keiko huh?” Masakazu idly raised his car keys at his personal vehicle, skimming his thumb against the switch and unlocking his vehicle. While getting in he looked back at the police-station, thinking about the mysterious woman and jotting down a mental note of that woman’s name before putting in the keys then switching on the ignition to get the Grand tourer’s engine ‘purring’. It’s almost as if she had transpired from out of nowhere to greet the former crime-boss, such an odd occurrence to be at the same place, all the more being there at the same time as well! Something was definitely anomalous about that young lady, all of this was way too opportune. Although over thinking about something like that was just going to waste more time as the ‘clock’ was ticking down with Bernkastel’s life in a completely jeopardized state, he needed to save her or else who would? Figuring that it was time to hustle out of this place, Masakazu took a simple look back at the government building, gazing at Keiko through the transparent glass window before eventually hitting the gas pedal and taking off onto the side streets. He wondered what he was getting himself into as he found himself guided by a barely recognizable address followed by an eerie looking photograph of an abandoned hotel, a scrapped project by an aspiring business entrepreneurs after a run-in with the health inspector and discovering instances of black mold layering itself behind some of the wall-paper, definitely not a healthy environment for his loved one but that makes it all the more evident as to why it was chosen, nobody would go there due to health risks unless they conducting an illegal operation or deciding to finally demolish that old rickety crap-shoot. His heart began pounding in a methodical rhythm as he noticed his marker on the GPS closing in on the location, why did he feel so sick to his stomach? Masakazu loathed this premonition of alarm as his eyes caught the memorable imagery of the abandoned site in the photograph but with two unfamiliar figures standing out front talking to each other but dressed in less than ‘casual’ clothing, they had to have been hired look-outs.

“Only two? Guessing that means the rest are inside including Bern…” He paused, recollecting previous memories of him and her together. It must’ve felt like eons since they first introduced themselves to one another. Masakazu could still see that desolation basking in the sea of her eyes with that oh-so perfect smile that bends the will of men and women. She was intimidating to say the least but that made her that much more attractive, he knew she had an ulterior side to her, beyond that hard as steel exterior was something more but what? All he could do was see flashes of her appearance in his mind as he unlocked the vehicle and took his foot out onto the sidewalk, stepping out while fitting the ballistics EOD helmet over his head. Being this ridiculously equipped he was sure to draw attention from the guards if they saw him, sneaking was impossible but scampering around like some rat was never his style in the first place. Masakazu nonchalantly drew a long-barreled magnum from the holster equipped to his waist as he approached with both the muscular men at the front soon noticing but at a very late notice, about four shots fired from the muzzle of his firearm which promptly stopped the mediocre threat, hitting one in the center of the chest with another gruesomely going through one’s eye and out the back. If they didn’t know he was here now, they sure as hell know now with all that boisterous banging outside! “Hope you can hear that Bernkastel, i’m coming for you! Just hold on a bit longer!” Emotions flared inside of his body, it was strange… Masakazu could hear something playing inside his head, a faint melody reaching through his head as the memories of Bernkastel grew closer to his heart and mind, eventually raising in volume as he pulled a stubby shotgun from off of his back and blew the knob of the door, kicking it in as the music fired through his body. Almost immediately he found three people staring at the torn down walkway in shock, soon reaching for their holsters in response. Two of them were ultimately blown back by Mazzy but only one managed to get a shot off with the bullet hitting his chest but not reaching through the Kevlar.

“Is this all you have?!” He roared, racing towards the lone man, pushing his palm into his face and driving the back of his head through an sturdy television set. Distance footsteps of more goons coming up the stairs caught his attention with him breaching another door except with his steel-sole boot kicking it off the hinges. “I’m not stopping until I get her back!” Nearly five or more men came rushing up the stairwell, all heavily equipped with automatic rifles and compact machine guns, presumably more where that came from as well. Surviving long enough to release Bernkastel was the only thing he had in mind now, he may have been equipped to the teeth and armored like a tank but he was only stuck in a human’s body going against a hundred or so men.

Spoiler: Song

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Spoiler: Miss Amai

One-eyed Devil ~ Miss Amai​

As Masakazu continued his pursuit of Bernkastel, Miss Amai had just arrived at Tora Syndicate along with Rasil who had been laying his head onto her lap, fast asleep with Amai curling her fingers through his smooth hair, admiring his peaceful demeanor as she quietly huffed in a small moment of bliss. “Hm, what have I done to deserve such a person in my life? Someone so committed to me, willing to risk it all.. Always there to cheer me up when in gloom.” Amai brought her fingertips down to his soft cheek as the chauffer notified the woman of the arrival. “Apologies my love but i’m going to have to exclude you on this fun.. Besides, you look so adorable, I wouldn’t want to wake you.” Amai cautiously slid herself to the side, gently lowering Rasil’s head onto the back seat cushions before stepping out of limousine’s side door with at-least four robust bodyguards nearby even though she didn’t exactly need them although it was always nice to have a few sets of helping hand around to help carry out any extra luggage or goodies. She could almost perceive the papery feeling of money sliding through her hands as she strolled up the stairs to the Tora Syndicate’s main doors, it’s been nearly three months or so until she decided to collect on the payment cuts! All that busy preparation for the eventual honey-moon between Rasil and her had Amai’s head on a spindle but at-least now this would help not only benefit the Aku clan but it would also serve a purpose in having a risque/romantic evening with her loved one but like a flower being shredded by the blades of a lawn-mower any ideas of that becoming a reality quickly died as she found herself opening the double-doors only to stare at the ruined shambles of the foyer and seven defected Tora hooligans laughing up a storm as they sat on a slightly torn couch taken from Masakazu’s office, watching his television as well.

“Well isn’t this amusing.” Amai scoffed, it only took him that long to lose control of his men? How pathetic, as expected from a boy that grovels at the feet of some floating mistress. Amai thought him no more than a toy, a flawed one that keeps needing to be winded up in order to keep running. “Heeeey sexy thing, you lost?” She broke away from the thought after hearing that statement, with one of them approaching her in a thuggish fashion in a feeble attempt of scaring her, in addition to this the rest of them began to stumble up next to her and gaze at her like predators surrounding their prey. Just when the bodyguards were about to intervene, Miss Ami brought her hands out from side to side keeping them at bay with a smile stretching across her face. “No no no.. That won't be necessary, besides it wouldn’t be proper of me to just let you go about doing that. A lady needs to properly introduce herself!” She said, approaching one of them, stopping just a second to put her hand onto their shoulder and putting her index finger against the man’s chest in almost a flirtatious manner. “Heh, an expensive whore huh? How about you lose those clothes and me and my boys can show you a good time.” Amai chuckled at his response, gently clenching her fist and tapping it lightly onto his chest in a playful manner. “Hehe, sure thing babe, but first-.” Without warning the suggestive act she poised dropped with her iris becoming near bloodshot as she drove her unyielding hand directly through the man’s chest and out his back with Amai ferociously tightening her hold onto the man’s heart on the outside of his body before crushing it in her grip.

“Oooh, silly me, did I do that?” The atmosphere grew instantaneously darker as the rest of the goons couldn’t believe what had just happened in front of them, one of their friends had their heart torn out by this monster of a lady! Oh god, that must’ve meant they were next! “D-d-demon!” One of them screamed as they darted for the doors with the bodyguards blocking out their only means of escape with Amai waddling her finger from left to right in disapproval as she took her hand out of the deceased man causing him to flop on the floor with dead-weight. “Ha, not so fast everyone. You’ll be a wonderful treat for my precious Rasil, he can figure out what to do with you six! In the meantime you all just sit tight, i’ve got a due to collect!” She cheerfully whistled, completely ignoring the fact that she just effortlessly killed a human-being a few seconds ago while she walked up the steps to the second-floor and made her way to the vault-room.
{ Solemn Jester }

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THE ROBOT Sugary_Paragraphs Mitchs98
One thing that Anita had not expected was for Chuck and Maria to get angry; then again, she didn't know about Bismarck. She gave Chuck a rather disoriented look as he shook her, demanding to know where Bismarck was, followed by a slap across the face from Maria. Okay. Cold, she thought, rubbing her cheek where she had been slapped. It wasn't her fault that the guys who had bought her product were criminally insane. There were a LOT of criminally insane people in Hell City! Taking a sip of beer, Anita shrugged in response to the questions. "'Ell if I know, I'm not a info dump," she answered, putting the beer down to fiddle with her arm; since she had no clue what she was doing, a bunch of confetti shot out of her extended hand and landed on a picture of a ten-year-old Bismarck wearing a rather ugly sweater, his dad in the background laughing. "Have you tried the library?" the cyborg added as a joke, chuckling harshly. There was a long pause as her head lolled around, then, shrugging again, Anita decided to continue messing with her arm. "Let's see, let's see, let's see.....there's an 'Ades guy who wouldn' shuddup about Booze-marck who bought my shit a couple weeks ago. Most of my Mestusium went missing around the same time. Pity," She frowned. "It made such a good bombshell. The type that leaves no evidence that whatever blew up the building was a bomb. For all they know, it's a rubber chicken. Neat concept, dunno if it worked or not."

A moment passed, then Anita stepped away from Chuck and Maria to rest her head on Bismarck's desk, where various letters and documents laid. Most of the letters had been sent just a couple hours before Bismarck had been captured, and it seemed that the two had had a full-on conversation. Anita picked one up--sent from Bismarck to Luce--and read it, hiccuping occasionally. "'Luce,I appreciate your concern for my safety, and I am well aware that I may not make it out alive. However, I absolutely refuse to watch you endure this. Say what you will, but while Hades may seem tame compared to those who have had your starball before, he is still a dangerous man; who knows what he could make you do? Therefore, I will not abide to your warnings. Plant the idea into his head that he needs a new cook and that the old one will try to poison him, then suggest that I take up the position. I believe that someone such as him would believe such a tale (besides, you're a pretty good liar!) and take your advice. I'll handle the rest. Hang in there, okay? Bismarck.' He has weird handwriting," Anita added to herself, pointing at his somewhat messy cursive handwriting.

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Obsidian said:

The One-Eyed Devil ~ Miss Amai Aku​

• In Character
• Character Sheet

• There it was, Rasil's voice! Oh how his twisted tone made that smooth-skin of hers quake with all sorts of anticipation. As much as she wanted to enforce her own antagonistic behavior that man had his own special way of making her all bubbly inside like boiling-hot water being poured through someone's open mouth, frying their insides like an internal microwave. Amai almost instantaneously entered a dream-like state of both of them being alone together, somewhere secluded like an island but making out on the corpses of dead cannibals or something knowing how demented they two of them were. "Oh love, how i'd hurt someone if they removed you from my life. I'd make their pain endless, the blood-curdling screams they'd make would haunt the skies for decades until they were replaced with laughter from the spiraling descent to insanity." She joyfully sighed, pushing her back up against the sturdy wall of the second-floor as she thought about the romantic evening that she had in store for him, something involving needles! Right before having dinner at some fancy restaurant! Maybe they could even kidnap one of waiters, flay them and then strap them to the bottom of Amai's bedroom chandelier when they begin to conclude their love-filled day. As he crashed through the window, Amai promptly sprung up and slid down the railing back onto the first floor, swiftly leaping off and onto both of her feet. How sweet, Rasil was already enjoying himself by interacting with those tied-up guests of theirs but unlike both of them, they didn't seem to appreciate the company that they were receiving! How rude! "Aw, how adorable. I think they're shy of you Rasil. Of course they can't harm someone as precious as you my love. Heh, one of them couldn't even handle a little shove to their chest, all of them are quite weak little insects unlike you." Pushing her hands up to his chest, Amai stood up on the tips of her toes as she seductively licked away the bit of drool running down the side of his face before giving him a passionate kiss. Breaking away and seeing those eyes of his.. They were absolutely magnificent, she could swim in those eyes of his! A momentary lapse of staring at him occurred before she decided to give him a boost of inspiration by positioning her right foot backwards then using a smidgen of effort to thrust her palm into his chest but with enough force for a heated shock-wave to burst from his front and backside which was easily able enough to break the sound barrier.
  
  "Just fooor you." She giggled, poking him on the bridge of his nose as she looked back at the baffled group of thugs who were shivering in place. They must've thought both of them were some sort of living nightmares! Well, they weren't exactly wrong with that assumption either. "So! Remember Masakazu? He was that one pathetic excuse for a man that spoke to us last time. He was the one that had the face of an ugly pug I believe but he was my underling, one of my few workers that were suppose to be keeping things under control but apparently he has failed in doing so. Although that is the least of my concerns because i'm here for that monthly payment, he pays me and I give him a nice roof over his head! That and it prevents me from absolutely murdering him!" She laughed, suddenly stopping in her hysterical fit as she noticed one of the gang members getting up onto his feet and running away. Obviously this was not appropriate behavior, especially when in-front of a woman, humility had to be learned. Within a few seconds of snapping her fingers the other bodyguards near the exit pulled out their firearms, quickly unloading on the man trying to escape, making him a bloodied mess of a body. "Tsk Tsk. Sometimes I think they never learn! Eh don't worry too much about the mess, hopefully Mazzy will find someone to clean it up! Well, I believe it's time for us to take our daily take Rasil. Er, which reminds me.. I didn't hit you too hard did I?" Concern showed in her face as she looked back at him, she always was worried that she was going to accidentally kill him one day even with how durable he was. As much as she loved watching him enjoy being mercilessly beaten to a pulp, the thought of killing him was unbearable.
  { Solemn Jester ~ Rasil}
  
• Name:
  Amai H. Aku
  
  Alias/Title/Nickname(s):
  One-eyed Devil, Mistress Pain, and Evil incarnate
  
  Age:
  25 ( Aries, March 23, ??? )
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Sexuality:
  Bisexual
  
  Crush/Lover:
  Rasil Brandheart. (Quite the complicated relationship but, a loving one all the same in a few unorthodox ways. “We even have eye patches to match, how quaint.”)
  
  Race:
  Gifted Human - ???
  
  Occupation:
  Syndicate Chairman
  
  Social Class:
  Wealthy
  
  Affiliation:
  The Aku Organization {The yAKUza, heh get it?}
  
  Rank:
  Matriarch
  
  Likes:
  {Massages ~ “During days off from doing leadership things, Amai likes to unwind usually a relaxing massage!}
  {Pain ~ “Unlike Rasil, I wouldn’t consider myself to be an excessive masochist but a couple of bites, slapping, punching, and so forth can be rather entertaining.}
  {Fear from others ~ “Hahaha! Sometimes the best lullaby is a blood-curdling scream from the bothersome insects getting squished beneath the feet of the strong.”}
  {Obedience ~ “Things tend to go so much better when people are good little puppets and dance on my command.”
  
  Dislikes:
  {Mercy ~ “Such a detestable word, it brings a certain ungodly taste to my mouth just saying it. Sparing fools just leaves more loose ties to fix! Rarely will I ever present any form of mercy in-front of a beggar, only to use and finish them when their usefulness runs dry.”}
  {Being played ~ “Nothing gets me more infuriated when someone tries to get one-up on me. Reminds me of that one time I visited this store-owner who was under my protection, claimed that he didn’t have enough currency to pay off the debt. Eventually found out that he had spare cash lying hiding underneath a couch, as retribution we took his spare cash and his arm.”}
  {Children ~ “Disgusting creatures, if they aren’t my own I don’t care for them.}
  
  Fears:
  {Losing Rasil: “Someone such as myself doesn’t exactly fear too many things, not because of the fact that i’ve got a reputation to uphold but more due to the idea of it only being a temporary emotion and overall being pointless. But Rasil? I can’t lose him. To be honest, i’m actually scared of accidentally hitting him too hard.}
  
  Personality:
  The One-eyed Devil, Miss Amai is known for her outlandish violence and unnerving cool when it comes decisive decision making. As a highly-organized syndicate chairman, Amai’s attitude towards excessive income is vital to the operations she runs on a daily basis and needing enough of it to not only supply herself but those that serve underneath her will. She’s beyond greedy, believing that money is the absolute root to obtaining nearly everything in life, going to any length to claim monetization such as organizing and participating in illegal events and mercilessly dispatching of random people without batting an eye. With such a heartless personality it’s almost destiny that both her and Rasil have come together additionally bonding quite well over the past years and forming a small relationship that has progressed like any other good one except with taboo ways being a ‘key’ part in their unconditional love. Across the board Amai-Aku is madwoman with overwhelming power to boot, she’s always willing to create pandemonium for a laugh or if it serves to be supportive to her cause, definitely someone to avoid at all costs unless a good negotiator.
  
  Backstory:
  Worlds, Universes, and even planets such as our own are quite mystifying places. But as our curiosity grows, so does the research-induced exploration of space where we lay our sights upon baffling extraterrestrial objects that humans have never seen before. Much of our own world has been undiscovered including the treacherous oceans in which unknown creatures lurk but beyond our solar system? It’s negligible as to what is truly out there! Already there’s been technological advances from these journeys from outside of our familiar planet much of which has actually managed to save live, however with rewards comes risk a lot of it in fact. Many of those that have gone out to find the unknown have died from multiple causes especially when it comes to bringing things back to Earth, contaminated objects from the outside world are plentiful when it comes to horrendous diseases or even susceptible to giving people severe radiation-poisoning, one such incidence of this includes the untold expedition of Pioneer-7 Space shuttle. Objectively the crew onboard were tasked with finding several unknown objects upon their travels, collecting them through the bay and bringing them back to Earth, the mission happened to be a complete success resulting in them storing a couple of discolored rocks… Except one boggled the minds of the crew as they came across something quite unique, there happened to be one the size of an average watermelon with a perfect spherical shape that was layered in what appeared to be ‘moss’. Of course they didn’t think anything of it and continued back home with word of great success to their colleagues yet this ended in tragedy as they took a foot outside of their shuttle as the rock covered in moss had an adverse effect to the surroundings, eventually creating an explosible of deadly spores to emit from its center. All of the crewmates onboard promptly died afterwards because of such exposure and a widespread panic of foreign diseases spreading was the main issue, but fortunately after issuing a hazmat team throughout the affected areas, they were safe or… So they thought as the barely visible spores traversed throughout the air, making their way throughout the grassy plains and tainting a few remote sections of land which went unnoticed as the nearby space-station was shut down due to a change of location, giving a whole heap of land to be auctioned off to bidders a plenty but only two managed to make the dream of owning such a big property a reality, none other than a wealthy couple of two that migrated out of Japan.
  
  Mr and Mrs Aku had aspirations of becoming successful farmers and with this massive spread of land it was a phenomenal investment and a fortunate one at that as it would give them more than enough money to raise the unexpected birth of their daughter, Miss Amai-Aku. Living conditions were laughable, easy as being catered to! Being farmers they made money off of their own produce and were able to keep a roof over their heads and they had enough food to keep themselves fed, but soon would they come across the fateful decision of coming across the same spores that had took the lives of the astronauts back on Pioneer-7, consuming spore-infected food and becoming the host for what unknown bacteria that was growing inside of them. Amai’s mother was the first one to become quite sick, dying shortly after while Amai and her father became ill as well but soon getting over their disease with Amai soon becoming the age of independency and traveling across states to seek her life opportunities miles away, soon settling down in a small-town and receiving the job as a caretaker by the age of 19, it became apparent after a couple of months and the now recent passing of her father that this illness has had physical and mental effects on Amai, growing more violent over time and showing instances of ridiculous strength such as pushing vehicles with very minimal effort. Although this illness grew worse over some time as it claimed her mindset, turning Amai-Aku irrational and directed her rage out upon the world by using fear as a tool of transforming regular people into followers.
  
  A small-scaled Yakuza clan progressed as a result with many people flocking from Japan to be joined with the group in hopes of fortune and wealth! One of which was Masakazu, some crazed fool that lept out a damn building in order to take his life but failed miserably and got stuck with an insane hospital bill. He oathed loyalty to her and branched off as a part of the major syndicate but known as a considerably small branch called Tora Syndicate which gained control in Hell City which he found quite prosperous unlike Amai who felt that staying outside of the place and watching from a lazy distance would be more suitable with her newfound lover, Rasil.
  [This Backstory was trash but i couldn’t think of anything else.]
  
  Gear/Weapons:
  Embellished Skull Cane-sword: This is used merely for limiting herself to an edged weapon, finding more enjoyment out of using something such as this in a one on one fight. Giving those that bravely challenge her an advantage.
  
  Strengths:
  {Extremely strong: Unless wearing good protection the person on the other-side of her fist is going to be critically wounded, avoiding punches is key to surviving against her.}
  {Convincing: Mind games are very common with Amai, she’ll often pose as a person with good intentions with the recipients knowing her true forethought when it’s too late.}
  {Intelligent: Although hot-blooded Amai isn’t an idiot, she’ll occasionally break because of her outstanding temper but is smart enough to understand that making an enormous scene would attract unwanted attention. }
  
  Weaknesses:
  {Warning Amai is ridiculously strong, she’ll not get into a confrontation until later in the story acting as a main villain. This does not mean she cannot be beaten, strength in numbers and having a keen strategy is the only way to defeat her. Brute strength will solve nothing.}
  {Elemental Attacks: This ideal strategy is used in slowing her down, limiting movements through things such as freezing ice attacks or electrocution to shock nerves. However this does not kill her, it will only slow her down but it can be played effective in defeating her.}
  {Isolation: Trapping seems to work brilliantly! Avoiding any conflicts or possible deaths in the process. She can be ensnared normally but with an overabundance of restraints with overpowering material, although such as the hyperbaric chamber, the best idea is to put her in a room with very limited oxygen }
  {Exhaustion: This can be achieved with several methods. Through being completely outnumbered or continuously escaping from Amai to the point where she’s out of breath. Using a low-oxygen hyperbaric chamber is a swift way to win a fight with her because of the amount of breaths she has to take, causing her to be very weak, problem is finding a hyperbaric chamber to contain her.}
  {Being overwhelmed: Maybe the most reckless way of taking her on is overwhelming her, this will probably result in very severe injuries with the potentiality of death. But with enough effort it will cause extensive damage causing her to either surrender or escape.}
  
  Fighting Style:
  Slow-paced / Lazy
  
  Aura Ability:
  Supernatural Strength/Durability {Strength: Type III ~ Rarely beyond Type III}
  (Brief explanation: Simply put.. Amai is unnaturally capable of tremendous amounts of strength, so much so that she’s miles upon miles above the limits of the ordinary man. An example of this feat includes a favorite skill of hers known as ‘Megaton’ punch, as the name states ‘Megaton’ referring to a unit of explosive force generated. With enough force she’s able to literally vaporize someone with a punch if going all-out. Often her weak regular punches are enough to make a basketball sized hole in someone.)
  
  Skills:
  Organization
  Strategist
  
  Achievements/Crimes Committed:
  {First degree homicide}
  {Second degree homicide}
  {Manslaughter}
  {Aggravated assault}
  {Drug dealing}
  {Drug production}
  {Arms dealing}
  {Overall too many to list.}
  
  Theme Song:
  {Haven’t figured one out yet.}
  
  Relationships With Other Characters:
  Rasil Brandheart: “He’s quite… Unique to say the least, not sure if it’s exactly love, but he knows how to fill that emotionless void which use to be my heart. One of the few things i’m afraid of is losing him, not sure if I should ‘curse’ his life for making me ache so much for him..”
  
  Extras:
  {Amai-Aku isn’t actually blind neither does the eye she purposely blind have any actual powers to it. In fact she wears this accessory as a tactical advantage, adjusting one of her eyes to the dark to see clearly in dim environments.}
  {Isolation w/ low oxygen for Amai works due to the spore’s violent reaction with open areas full of oxygen, in an area depleted of Oxygen or nearly depleted of the element, Amai is rendered weak and comparable to an exhausted human.}
  

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Obsidian said:

The Unholy Father ~ Caligula O. Keller

• In Character

• How exquisite. Caligula expected greatness out of this fellow man but of this magnitude? An ordinary gifted human couldn't even hope to achieve such a brisk reaction-time without knowing in advance. It was rather...Unexpected. Despite being in a undemanding disposition the feat that Heinrich performed before him was barely noticed through his nimble movements, if this experiment involved him being unknowingly punched by the brutish figure it would've been a very close-call. Furthermore he didn't even break his own professional presentation even after completion, it was safe to say that Caligula was beyond impressed. "Wonderfully done." He commented, swishing away his right hand to fetch a singular cigarette out from the stored away package then offering one too Heinrich before laying aside the container back into his coat pocket, not placing judgment over whether or not he decided to take one. A momentarily 'flick' of his lighter revealed an insignificant glimmer of light as he lit the end. Not exactly one of his proudest habits but it was all the same relaxing, that and the fact that he was a reaper which usually meant that something which could cause long-term or short-term damage to a human would have no ramifications to his own health. Of course he'd offer Heinrich the lighter if he decided to take the cigarette, Caligula took a whole-hearted puff from the filter, blowing smoke out the side of his lips as he closed his eyes in thought. "I appreciate your forthright mindset, someone as skilled as you should have high confidence in your capabilities, after-all seeing from your resume you aren't anywhere close to an ordinary chamberlain. In-fact you might just be the optimum domestic to ever grace this world. However... Underestimating will conclude in failure to successfully assess one's true potential." Caligula drew an even-tempered grin from cheek to cheek as he stepped forth, taking one meager step to lean in and snatch an ornament atop the apex of Heinrich's head, unbeknownst to him, Caligula factored in nearly almost possible outcome to his test, fictionally drawing up a board of limitless equations in his mind before enacting the trial. Calculating that Heinrich would be in the exact same position as before, keeping that in mind which made Caligula throw a hidden ornament from behind his own back with a specific trajectory and amount of force held behind it.
  
  "Technically you did pass but, you were unaware of what I did. Not everything is what it seems to be Heinrich as you study what's around you, doors begin to open. You see things that others do not.. Why do I mention this? Perfection is key when it comes to cleaning you see, like rats, dust has the tendency to hide under your very nose but with such secrecy that even the most paramount of cleaners would not expect it. Overall don't be afraid to make a simple mistake but again don't take things for granted because they look 'easy', that'll only lead to disappointment!" A hint of culpability overcame Caligula's expression, he knew that test was rigged from the beginning... Surely there'd be no dramatic surprises awaiting for Heinrich once taking up the position but then again he had to instruct a lesson as life has an overwhelming trend of following things up with unexpected curve-balls. "I'm surprised, you actually gave me a quite the wake-up call with that agility of yours. I've only seen examples of that kind of speed long ago but that's a discussion for later date, there'll be no more tests unless you consider your first day to be a 'test'. Let's continue onward shall we, there's much I need to show you Mister Heinrich." The sight of the magnificent courtyard soon faded as he lead the man in the foyer, giving a chilling sensation at the marble decor plus the endless amount of craftsmanship it must've took to finish one room! But this was nothing compared to the others. Both Heinrich and Caligula strolled around the corridors with Caligula giving brief explanations of each and every single room, this must've felt like an eternity! There must've been at least sixty or so rooms in the manor itself, not even accounting the outside structures. "So here we are! End of the tour. I'll give you the full benefit of exploring the outside of building by yourself, it's something you truly have to experience on your own. Anyway your first true task would be cleaning up this dining room of mine! I'd like to see what you can accomplish at your fullest effort. Oh and feel free to take breaks, any messes you see aren't going to sprout legs and walk away, you have all the time in the world. One more thing, feel free to have a helping of food or drinks if you see yourself parched! If you need me i'll just be here watching." Upon sitting himself in one of the antique chairs across from the table, Caligula thoroughly watched as Heinrich prepared himself, anticipating how he was going to conduct his first day of cleaning.

• In Character
• Character Sheet

• 
  
  { Solemn Jester ~ Next response will be Amai } ​
  
  
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• Name:
  Caligula O. Keller
  
  Alias/Title/Nickname(s):
  The (Un)Holy Father (Those that are devotees label him as their ‘holy’ father but those that have been stricken by sorrow at the fates which were caused by Caligula’s actions have a tendency to call him the ‘unholy’ father.)
  
  Age:
  Completely unrevealed, presumed to be 36. (August, 21, ????) Leo
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Sexuality:
  Heterosexual
  
  Crush/Lover:
  N/A.
  
  Race:
  Gifted Human ~ Reaper.
  
  Occupation:
  Self-employed Preacher/Reaper.
  Caligula’s existence in Hell City has proven to become a nuisance to the residence as his aberrant religious ideology has contracted several twisted devotes, wishing to be blessed by his consecrated words of wisdom that’ll redeem their own souls from the tainted corruption caused by humanity’s diabolical exploits that have caused this world to become a pockmark in “God’s” all-seeing eye.
  
  Social Class:
  {Exceptionally Wealthy}
  {As a Preacher whom is corrupted by extremist ideology, he makes a living by manipulating his followers into believing that his word is essentially God's law and that the only way to seek redemption from this world's natural exposure to its perversion is through following his command, often money is donated to him.}
  
  Affiliation:
  {Association of Reapers}
  {Devicto Mortis}
  
  Rank:
  N/A {Unknown.}
  
  Likes:
  ~ Flawed beings. (Those whom are disfigured or are substandard to the majority of individuals are considered to be praised as God’s creations, Caligula believes that these beings should solely inhabit this world as opposed to the normality.)
  ~ Ravens. (Symbolic in nature, representation of Death. They pick, scratch, and gnaw at the decimation of life! Truly different from other birds and are seen as the epitome of unloved as a few will only grant them any kind of affection.)
  ~ Manipulation. (Ultimately, I will not force those to believe what I have to say but providing them the path to enlightenment is guaranteed to assist my endeavors.)
  ~ Bernkastel (Eh, she’s family so I suppose she’s fine.)
  
  Dislikes:
  ~ Corrupted beings. (Ordinary life-forms are flaws, designed by the dysfunctional cogs of this world’s corruption.)
  ~ Worldly optimism. (Nothing, absolutely nothing will save this world. We are all destined to for annihilation unless the imperfections of our society rise against the abominations that have outcasted them for their uncontrolled conditions)
  ~ Awkward materialistic objects. (W-why are those blinds crooked?!)
  ~ Blasphemy! (You dare insult my creator? Your fate is sealed.)
  
  Fears:
  {OCD} ~ Undoubtedly this being apart of Caligula is rather ironic, being obsessed with imperfections and believing that they’re key to creating beautiful world is mainly his whole agenda but upon observing something such as a crooked picture-frame or something that’s tilted in an odd-fashion will make him shudder in absolute repulsion as he’s natural fixated on correcting those visual ‘mistakes’. Side-effects of undergoing such an end result will conclude in excessive nausea, dizziness, and anxiety. Although, Caligula has to see multiple instances of imperfect furniture or oddly-fashioned decorative materials for him to go a bit nutty.
  
  Personality:
  Caligula, a difficult individual to describe all-together. Few know what goes on inside that head of his but plainly it’s clear to see that it’s nothing anyone would want to see in a physical manifestation. Mister Keller is what you’d consider to be a high-class individual just from his attire alone and the way he introduces himself in public areas, speaking with a slightly progressive tone that makes him seem rather pristine but few know about the true-self aside from his family members including Bernkastel. Caligula’s opinion on life couldn’t be anymore sour, as his cynical views are usually outstretched into his wicked agenda, feeling normality is the true bane of existence that should be eradicated like a swarm of ants being fed poison. Generally despite all this hatred building up inside of him, he rarely becomes indignant with his tone, often speaking with a cool, collected voice that often makes ordinary folk get the wrong perception of him, making him even more dangerous than he already is.
  
  Even when absolutely irked he keeps it hidden, even a heart-warming smile can have deadly intentions but overall Caligula is someone who doesn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty as it’d be ‘too easy’ in his opinion, sending radical devotees to unsuspecting victims is much more entertaining and helps further his goals. His wavering notions on God are complicated, Caligula believes that he’s the right-hand desciple of him and that he’s doing his work as a reaper to banish these unworthy souls from the realm of the living but has his thoughts upon why he’d create such twisted normalities, ones that are sickening, rotten to the core. For the most part, he’s marginally a pessimist to some degree as observing the world be ‘mangled’ apart by those that he deems inferior makes him lose confidence but also bolsters his morale, giving him more determination to wipe them off the face of the globe.
  
  Surprisingly enough, Caligula does have a soft-heart beneath his wicked morality. Feeling pity for those that have been brought into this world only to be looked down upon by the average human-beings. Labeled as 'freaks' and 'monsters'. Sometimes he'll take in children that are abandoned and give them a place to stay, shelter them, feed them, and even sometimes treat them as if they were his own flesh and blood but of course they end up being his devotes sadly.
  
  Backstory:
  Alike Wilhelmina, not much is known about Caligula and rarely is he mentioned by her, either because she doesn’t enjoy his presence because of how he’ll usually tease her by stating her real name or due to the fact that he’s been gone for such a prolonged time, journeying about Bernkastel-Kues which had been both their place of origin that was within the heart of Germany. The populace of Bernkastel-Kues was quite compact for such an upbringing but it was never a ghost-town as you’d usually see the townsfolk busily strolling about the sidewalk to the convenient store or one of the few recreational centers, hard-working men and women buzz back and forth in their automobiles going to work to provide their family with a roof over their heads, which one of those individuals happened to be none other than Caligula’s father whom lived within the house of the Keller estate, rich with fabulous vineyard that was snug but lovely nonetheless. Technically his niece Wilhelmina’s grandparents would be his father and mother, both of which lived in the estate as of course it was most likely their own to begin with but never did decide on moving as they wanted to see their child flourish into adulthood and start up a family which their wish had been ultimately granted but not before having a child of their own by the name of Caligula who had been blessed with lovely locks of crimson-hued hair that shined wonderfully in the sunlight. Growing up in the village of Bernkastel-Kues could’ve been better to say the least, even with all the support from his parents as bullying was quite common in school, especially after being born with a birthmark that covered a good portion of his own face but even with that his own flesh and blood loved him unconditionally and even a priest had took an interest in the boy, even feeling as if he was a miracle child.
  
  Showing him that even imperfections are God’s ways of showing how perfect someone truly is. This was where his devotion to the ‘lord’ had originated and although his own parents had only minor beliefs in the religion they still allowed him to participate in the sunday-schooling where he gained a certain happiness that shined within but even in the brightest of days there are still silhouettes that are consumed in darkness, lingering within the boy’s own pulsating heart lurked a cruel side that was beginning to produce a hatred that made him seek out redemption against other boys and girls who misjudged him. But this only resulted in minor confrontations with the neighborhood kids, sometimes with traded fists but never did he resort to anything worse until in the near future. As Caligula’s older brother grew up he found an enchanting woman, both of them managed to somehow hit it off and soon both of them became inseparable and one thing led to another and that’s when two little adorable children had been born into the world. One boy by the name of Frederich jr, the other Wilhelmina both relatives of Caligula whom were both rather average tikes, except for when Wilhelmina begun hanging out with that one creep who hung out a few blocks across the street, a mortician by the name of Lutz Corlohz, who’d offered Wilhemina to inspect the corpses he’d receive, even Caligula knew this man was a freak of nature just by the offer alone, no child should be exposed to such a thing but before he could even speak to Wilhemina it was too late, she became obsessed with it, how could he stop her? At-least she was happy, but all that happened to be a big mistake when the signs became relevant, Caligula would often see her with the door to her room wide-open with her completely staring into space, almost as if she had been talking to someone or watching something, she never was that talkative anymore aside from when someone made her mad, that flare in her eyes was something he’d never forget. Soon after the bodies popped up but, it couldn’t of been her, he thought shrugging it off but one day a house fire consumed the entirety of the Keller estate with him inside, he was choking on the fumes of his family-members and the smoke of the flames clogging his lungs, there was only one thing he could do and that was to climb through out the window and down the vines, leaving the estate in a panic and eventually being taken in by the pastor after the freak accident.
  
  Caligula became disturbed after this event and felt that all of this had been caused by the children that had wronged him, even if Wilhelmina was guilty of committing the crime, she was led by it by the one man who started to change her, Lutz that man didn’t fear God, of course. But soon he would, days had past. Plotting, formulating, until Lutz slipped up, Caligula figured that it was a holy sign! After slipping into the crematory, he grabbed a few of the tools necessary to complete his mission and placed himself into one of the empty body bags on the operating tables. Lutz being none the wiser was going to perform an autopsy but to his surprise he received one of his own after being stabbed in the neck after unzipping the bag. Alive and well, he was torn open until he passed away, Caligula felt no remorse for this man, and soon felt that it was necessary to continue his duties as God’s messenger, soon after he became a vindictive preacher inside of Bernkastel-Kue, spreading the twisted word of man until he received a message that Miss Wilhelmina had actually survived the blaze
  
  Gear/Weapons:
  Hands - Caligula can literally punch a hole center-mass through someone’s body if need-be, despite having no actual combative fighting style aside from striking random parts of the body. Using anything aside from his own bare-hands he’d consider to be ‘cheating’, toying with live prey like a feline pawing at a near-deceased mouse is something that he enjoys thoroughly, giving multiple opportunities for his victims to escape death so he can track them down. (Usually walks to his adversaries instead of sprinting because of his understanding of his capability.)
  
  Strengths:
  ~ Caligula’s presence is almost enough to bring aggressive confrontations to a complete standstill. Being fearful without even so much as making an utterance from his lips~
  ~ Ridiculously stalwart, always losing hours of sleep to complete his own agenda. Rarely will he ever need to sleep because of his status as a reaper. ~
  ~ Awareness is one of his known traits, attempting to sneak up on Caligula will always result in failure but that does not mean he is able to be surprised by specific mishaps. ~
  ~ Devilishly handsome ~
  
  Weaknesses:
  ~ Arrogance, Caligula’s pride is overwhelming. As shown by previous confrontations, he’ll always intend on having his enemy live to fight another day until they’re to the point of exhaustion, and wishing to have their own life ended.
  ~ Distractions, mainly from his OCD that creates quite the temperament from him. He’ll clean, fix, and dust mostly anything that looks remotely off, if it’s minor he wouldn’t be too concerned.
  - Can become easily bored with things, such as fights. Will usually leave in the middle of it if it goes on for too long.
  ~ Water, dumping normal liquids on him will not work, if it's raining or if he's exposed to a great amount of water his reaper abilities will not work.
  
  Fighting Style:
  Dim-Mak (He doesn’t exactly have a complete fighting style. Muay thai, Jeet Kune do, or anything like that is a bit too flashy even for his tastes, Dim-Mak also known as the “Touch of Death” is primarily used by him which utilizes precise hits which can lead to gruesome internal injuries and eventually death.)
  
  Aura Ability:
  Corrosion Manipulation ~ Organic materials or minerals that come into contact when using intangibility are gradually corroded, once passing through a solid object such as a steel-door. Corrosion effects are immediately taken and onyx-colored sludge is often seen eating away at the material, usually rusting it before breaking it down into smaller segments. Flesh on the other hand may take around 10-15 minutes to completely dissolve through, water is the only way to prevent this.
  Partial Intangibility ~ Caligula is able to partially slip in between the realm of spectral entities and the land of the living, giving him the ability to move his particles in between physical structures. Magical entities are often the only exception to this.
  Teleportation (Only works on known areas, if he’s been there he can show up there, if not he’ll have to walk.) ~ Self-explanatory. Teleportation is the relocation of matter/energy from one’s designated place of standing to another area without conventionally moving one’s actual skeletal structure, therefore not traveling any physical space between the two areas. Caligula’s transportation can only work on himself and someone that he’s either grabbing or standing remotely close next to, within a 3-5 foot radius. Unfortunately after using this power he must wait an hour to use such a feat as it requires an immense amount of concentration.
  (Note: Caligula is easily distracted by his own OCD, giving opportunities to be struck if pursuing someone. He is unable to use any of his powers if distracted, can only walk when using intangibility or corrosion.)
  
  Skills:
  ~ Creating pandemonium ~
  ~ Silver-tongue, is able to comfort people or edge them to a certain agreement that he will favor. ~
  - Relatively ideal at planning certain objectives and using his pawns to accomplish them. ~
  
  Achievements/Crimes Committed:
  {Too many to count.}
  
  Theme Song:
  
  
  Relationships With Other Characters:
  {Frederika Bernkastel} ~ “Ah yes, Wilhelmina, my distinctive niece. Not sure if i should be absolutely disappointed or absolutely exhilarated by the occurrences she has partaken in, especially taking advantage of souls and auctioning them off for her own selfish gain but then again Miss Bernkastel is assisting the creator’s work by additionally maltreating the corrupted ones. I believe this ‘vacation’ of mine would be a perfect chance to provide help to Wilhelmina so that she may see the error of her own ways.
  {Heinrich} ~ "I only know his first name, but Heinrich is my utmost top chamberlain. One of the few gifted humans among my staff but far different when compared to the rest, from what i've seen he's been able to complete difficult tasks without issue in record time. Possibly one of the best servants to ever be hired to my manor, there's more about him that's hidden under that professional demeanor of his, I intend to find out what."
  ~ More will be added soon as the story progresses ~
  
  Extras:
  ~ Caligula is one of the few reapers that don’t exactly partake in the deaths of his victims, instead he resolves matters by setting up scenarios that can lead to an unsightly death. Kind of like a ‘butterfly effect’. ~
  ~ Caligula will rarely ever fight someone unless deliberately attacked. ~

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Obsidian said:

Spoiler: Sabrina

The Rockstar ~ Sabrina​

Stage pyrotechnics begun flaring off as the song concluded, spiraling in multiple directions before eventually fading away with the band-members taking a moment to bask in the outstanding ovation of the audience that were bellowing out with all sorts of admiration. Nearly all of Hell City looked as if it were packed in one behemoth-sized stadium, Sabrina couldn’t believe her eyes at the sight of hundreds upon hundreds leaping up and down with excitement, this was incredible! She was use to seeing such big crowds but this was probably the band’s largest venue yet which means she’d have to give it her all to impress these music-loving taxpayers with an outstanding act but what exactly? Despite most not knowing, there’s always planning happening behind backstage involving the arrangement of songs to be played, visual fireworks, etc. Often there’s nothing that goes unnoticed aside from the usual fist-throwing in the audience or someone trying to be a chuckle head and get up on stage only to be thrown off by security or given a helping kick to the ass off the platform by one of the band mates. Sabrina thought long about the decision, coming up with the work-in progress song that she’s been thoroughly experimenting on with the others, the fast-paced instrumental would be perfect to rile up the adrenaline of these adoring fans but there was no vocals, no lyrics! “What do I do?” It felt like almost an eternity inside of her own head, drawing up plans and immediately scraping them with hope beginning to fade until that metaphorical light of inspiration peered out through the empty darkness of her mind, ‘striking’ her with a brilliant idea! A combination between visual arts and instrumental, with the audience having their own perception of the performance. It was genius! She could only hope the others would manage to agree as well on this spontaneous proposal. “Okay, you know that second song that’s up next?! Scrap it, i’ve got something to really get them going.”

Sabrina mentioned, stepping back from the microphone to assess the plan with the others. Gakuta, Sean, and the rest had the stereotypical expression of confusion seeing how it's the first time they’ve ever done something this different. “So, that one song we’ve been working on in the sound-studio, we’re using it but… Instead of the regular fireworks and such, i’ll just be using my natural talented powers to spice things up. Whaddya think boys?” Her response was promptly met with indifferent looks. “You think it’ll work?” Gakuta asked perplexingly, raising an eyebrow back at Sabrina with Sean leisurely shrugging at the thought. “Of course, just follow my lead okay?” An ecstatic smile drew from her lips once she approached the microphone, clutching the stand with one of her hands and pulling it closer with Sabrina’s signature guitar hanging loosely from the strap around her shoulder. “Are you ready for another, Hell City?!” She shouted loudly towards the crowd with them swiftly roaring out in an applause. “This one we’ve been working on for a few days now but it’s guaranteed to get your blood rushing!” Within a couple of seconds of non-stop cheering, silence spread across the stadium as Sabrina’s guitar cried out in an extended solo, followed up by Sean’s masterful drumming. Without warning a violet mist accumulated from the guitar, ultimately splitting up into a crimson-red and a sapphire colored blue and taking on the shapes, sizes, and the appearance of two enormous floating basilisks, each of them unlatching their jaws and emitting a booming screech as they collided against each other continuously. Sounds of clamorous banging rocked the stadium with the twin mist-like creatures smashing alongside one another as lightning corkscrewed around them, all sorts of groundbreaking imagery and pyrotechnics left the audience in awe as it the song carried on.​

Spoiler: Instrumental Song

{ TheHufflepuffRabbit , Sugary_Paragraphs } {Mazzy's post shall be next I think}

Spoiler: Mazzy

The Mad Dog ~ Masakazu​

“Keiko huh?” Masakazu idly raised his car keys at his personal vehicle, skimming his thumb against the switch and unlocking his vehicle. While getting in he looked back at the police-station, thinking about the mysterious woman and jotting down a mental note of that woman’s name before putting in the keys then switching on the ignition to get the Grand tourer’s engine ‘purring’. It’s almost as if she had transpired from out of nowhere to greet the former crime-boss, such an odd occurrence to be at the same place, all the more being there at the same time as well! Something was definitely anomalous about that young lady, all of this was way too opportune. Although over thinking about something like that was just going to waste more time as the ‘clock’ was ticking down with Bernkastel’s life in a completely jeopardized state, he needed to save her or else who would? Figuring that it was time to hustle out of this place, Masakazu took a simple look back at the government building, gazing at Keiko through the transparent glass window before eventually hitting the gas pedal and taking off onto the side streets. He wondered what he was getting himself into as he found himself guided by a barely recognizable address followed by an eerie looking photograph of an abandoned hotel, a scrapped project by an aspiring business entrepreneurs after a run-in with the health inspector and discovering instances of black mold layering itself behind some of the wall-paper, definitely not a healthy environment for his loved one but that makes it all the more evident as to why it was chosen, nobody would go there due to health risks unless they conducting an illegal operation or deciding to finally demolish that old rickety crap-shoot. His heart began pounding in a methodical rhythm as he noticed his marker on the GPS closing in on the location, why did he feel so sick to his stomach? Masakazu loathed this premonition of alarm as his eyes caught the memorable imagery of the abandoned site in the photograph but with two unfamiliar figures standing out front talking to each other but dressed in less than ‘casual’ clothing, they had to have been hired look-outs.

“Only two? Guessing that means the rest are inside including Bern…” He paused, recollecting previous memories of him and her together. It must’ve felt like eons since they first introduced themselves to one another. Masakazu could still see that desolation basking in the sea of her eyes with that oh-so perfect smile that bends the will of men and women. She was intimidating to say the least but that made her that much more attractive, he knew she had an ulterior side to her, beyond that hard as steel exterior was something more but what? All he could do was see flashes of her appearance in his mind as he unlocked the vehicle and took his foot out onto the sidewalk, stepping out while fitting the ballistics EOD helmet over his head. Being this ridiculously equipped he was sure to draw attention from the guards if they saw him, sneaking was impossible but scampering around like some rat was never his style in the first place. Masakazu nonchalantly drew a long-barreled magnum from the holster equipped to his waist as he approached with both the muscular men at the front soon noticing but at a very late notice, about four shots fired from the muzzle of his firearm which promptly stopped the mediocre threat, hitting one in the center of the chest with another gruesomely going through one’s eye and out the back. If they didn’t know he was here now, they sure as hell know now with all that boisterous banging outside! “Hope you can hear that Bernkastel, i’m coming for you! Just hold on a bit longer!” Emotions flared inside of his body, it was strange… Masakazu could hear something playing inside his head, a faint melody reaching through his head as the memories of Bernkastel grew closer to his heart and mind, eventually raising in volume as he pulled a stubby shotgun from off of his back and blew the knob of the door, kicking it in as the music fired through his body. Almost immediately he found three people staring at the torn down walkway in shock, soon reaching for their holsters in response. Two of them were ultimately blown back by Mazzy but only one managed to get a shot off with the bullet hitting his chest but not reaching through the Kevlar.

“Is this all you have?!” He roared, racing towards the lone man, pushing his palm into his face and driving the back of his head through an sturdy television set. Distance footsteps of more goons coming up the stairs caught his attention with him breaching another door except with his steel-sole boot kicking it off the hinges. “I’m not stopping until I get her back!” Nearly five or more men came rushing up the stairwell, all heavily equipped with automatic rifles and compact machine guns, presumably more where that came from as well. Surviving long enough to release Bernkastel was the only thing he had in mind now, he may have been equipped to the teeth and armored like a tank but he was only stuck in a human’s body going against a hundred or so men.

Spoiler: Song

{ TheHufflepuffRabbit }

Spoiler: Miss Amai

One-eyed Devil ~ Miss Amai​

As Masakazu continued his pursuit of Bernkastel, Miss Amai had just arrived at Tora Syndicate along with Rasil who had been laying his head onto her lap, fast asleep with Amai curling her fingers through his smooth hair, admiring his peaceful demeanor as she quietly huffed in a small moment of bliss. “Hm, what have I done to deserve such a person in my life? Someone so committed to me, willing to risk it all.. Always there to cheer me up when in gloom.” Amai brought her fingertips down to his soft cheek as the chauffer notified the woman of the arrival. “Apologies my love but i’m going to have to exclude you on this fun.. Besides, you look so adorable, I wouldn’t want to wake you.” Amai cautiously slid herself to the side, gently lowering Rasil’s head onto the back seat cushions before stepping out of limousine’s side door with at-least four robust bodyguards nearby even though she didn’t exactly need them although it was always nice to have a few sets of helping hand around to help carry out any extra luggage or goodies. She could almost perceive the papery feeling of money sliding through her hands as she strolled up the stairs to the Tora Syndicate’s main doors, it’s been nearly three months or so until she decided to collect on the payment cuts! All that busy preparation for the eventual honey-moon between Rasil and her had Amai’s head on a spindle but at-least now this would help not only benefit the Aku clan but it would also serve a purpose in having a risque/romantic evening with her loved one but like a flower being shredded by the blades of a lawn-mower any ideas of that becoming a reality quickly died as she found herself opening the double-doors only to stare at the ruined shambles of the foyer and seven defected Tora hooligans laughing up a storm as they sat on a slightly torn couch taken from Masakazu’s office, watching his television as well.

“Well isn’t this amusing.” Amai scoffed, it only took him that long to lose control of his men? How pathetic, as expected from a boy that grovels at the feet of some floating mistress. Amai thought him no more than a toy, a flawed one that keeps needing to be winded up in order to keep running. “Heeeey sexy thing, you lost?” She broke away from the thought after hearing that statement, with one of them approaching her in a thuggish fashion in a feeble attempt of scaring her, in addition to this the rest of them began to stumble up next to her and gaze at her like predators surrounding their prey. Just when the bodyguards were about to intervene, Miss Ami brought her hands out from side to side keeping them at bay with a smile stretching across her face. “No no no.. That won't be necessary, besides it wouldn’t be proper of me to just let you go about doing that. A lady needs to properly introduce herself!” She said, approaching one of them, stopping just a second to put her hand onto their shoulder and putting her index finger against the man’s chest in almost a flirtatious manner. “Heh, an expensive whore huh? How about you lose those clothes and me and my boys can show you a good time.” Amai chuckled at his response, gently clenching her fist and tapping it lightly onto his chest in a playful manner. “Hehe, sure thing babe, but first-.” Without warning the suggestive act she poised dropped with her iris becoming near bloodshot as she drove her unyielding hand directly through the man’s chest and out his back with Amai ferociously tightening her hold onto the man’s heart on the outside of his body before crushing it in her grip.

“Oooh, silly me, did I do that?” The atmosphere grew instantaneously darker as the rest of the goons couldn’t believe what had just happened in front of them, one of their friends had their heart torn out by this monster of a lady! Oh god, that must’ve meant they were next! “D-d-demon!” One of them screamed as they darted for the doors with the bodyguards blocking out their only means of escape with Amai waddling her finger from left to right in disapproval as she took her hand out of the deceased man causing him to flop on the floor with dead-weight. “Ha, not so fast everyone. You’ll be a wonderful treat for my precious Rasil, he can figure out what to do with you six! In the meantime you all just sit tight, i’ve got a due to collect!” She cheerfully whistled, completely ignoring the fact that she just effortlessly killed a human-being a few seconds ago while she walked up the steps to the second-floor and made her way to the vault-room.
{ Solemn Jester }

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Obsidian said:

Mad Dog ~ Masakazu Fuma

• In Character
• Character Sheet

• Bodies dropped left and right as Masakazu pushed through. Bernkastel's luscious aroma could be whiffed from underneath his nose! He was getting close to being reunited with his love once more although would she recognize him through this new appearance of his? Would this change be too much for her to accept? But more importantly was she still alive? Once stacks of dead henchmen piled up through the corridors of the building the sudden sound of an alarm rung throughout the facility. Ha, did they really think such an annoying noise would help them? Besides even if they brought a reinforcement of these walking corpses it wouldn't be enough to take him down. Continuing his journey down each level of the staircase there was a sense of suspicion in the back of his mind, something didn't seem right, all of this was a bit too accepting! When were the big boys coming out to play, obviously someone like Bernkastel wouldn't just lay down without a fight. "So, this is it eh? Bottom level?" Glaring strobe-lights flickered like lightning bugs through the darkened hallway, definitely eerie that's for sure but not enough to give that beautiful mind of his woman a scare. Thinking about it again, there wasn't any need to worry too much about lil ol' Bern concerning that she was damn tough when it came down to it! Masakazu couldn't even hope to challenge that she-devil to an actual fight despite not wanting to in the first place. "You'd think in a place like this there'd be a bit more security."
  
  He whistled, surveying each intersection of narrowing routes as he traveled forward, making sure the coast was clear before proceeding further and finally ending his little stroll by coming across the first set of holding cells that contained nothing but cobwebs and scattered bones, lovely. Unfamiliar faces from all around gathered up to the frigid bars of their holding cells, all but a few had people afar from them including one with an exhaustive expression on his face in-front of a young looking lady, possibly his sibling? They were quite different from the rest, gifted? Had to have been which meant she was close, in-fact... Very close! Masakazu spun around opposite of Emmanuel, discovering Bernkastel stored away like some animal! He didn't know whether or not to be furious by seeing his crush covered in dirt with ripped 'rags' for clothing. "Bern..." Mazzy's mouth quivered as he took off the ballistics helmet, dropping it onto the concrete floor beside his boots. It's been so long, seeing those violet strands of hair complimented with those bewitching eyes just made his heart ache. "It's me! I look a bit different but.. I hope you can recognize my voice at least... It's been decades since i've seen that face of yours. I'm glad that i'm here to get you out of this damned place." Masakazu delivered swift kicks to the cell-door but to no avail, brute force wasn't solving anything but it was worth a try at least. Looks like this was going to be rather difficult as now he had to look for an extra pair of keys. "Okay, this'll take a moment but i'll try to find some keys then i'll finally get yo-" A heavy metal structure busted through one of the walls suddenly interrupting Mazzy by colliding into him with enough force to nearly shatter his full-suit of Kevlar just from the impact alone. Yep, he knew it looked too easy and now for opening his big mouth he was paying the consequences by being charged upon by some iron-giant look alike until eventually getting blasted out the newly-made exit. "That.. Really really fucking hurt." He was hoping that series of crunching noises was coming from the armor and not his actual bones, Masakazu could feel pain all around his body as he laid flat admits the rubble but not before considering the fact that he was side-swiped by a behemoth robot. "Okay, now that we've gotten greetings out of the way. Who the actual hell are you and why do you have my Bernkastel?" He asked Boomer, clutching his left arm in pain after standing up onto his feet.
  { TheHufflepuffRabbit , Solemn Jester } {Mention: Emmanuel TripTripleTimes }
  
• Wraith Masakazu
  "You're really in for it now~!"
  
  Name:
  Masakazu W. Fuma
  Possessed ~ Yalai Fusakai
  
  Alias/Title/Nickname(s):
  Mister Murder, Tokyo District Devil, and Others.
  
  Age:
  Physical Age (Possessed body): 24, Actual Age (Masakazu): 30.
  (January 18, ????) Capricorn ~ Daily Horoscope for Masakazu Fuma
  . “You’re most likely to violently skewer someone over a slice of cake.”
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Sexuality:
  Pansexual.
  
  Crush/Lover:
  Bernkastel ~ Hands off you shits, or i'm tearing them off!
  
  Race:
  Gifted Human ~ After being killed, his old cybernetic self is in the past.
  Being a spectre has made him gifted. "Thanks Berny!"
  
  Occupation:
  Former Tora 虎 Syndicate Boss
  
  Social Class:
  Middle Class ~ After his late demise, Masakazu had found himself at the mercy of not being able to afford a luxurious things such as ridiculously expensive yachts! His wealth had completely went down the 'shitter' because of that damned secretary! He'll reclaim his wealth back and get his footing once more in Tora Syndicate.
  
  Affiliation:
  N/A
  
  Rank:
  N/A
  
  Likes:
  Feline critters. (Despite his hatred for specific animals, he thoroughly enjoys being around cats! Especially his own white-hued British Shorthair.)
  Electro Swing. (Nothing he enjoys more than busting some ridiculous dance moves while he makes his henchmen forcibly applaud him to avoid aggravating Masakazu.)
  Cartoons. (Masakazu is relatable to that of a child in some ways, he enjoys very colorful things and being preoccupied with kid’s shows. Mainly taking interest in slapstick comedy such as Tom & Jerry.)
  Savagery, Cruelty, Barbarity! (People tend to interpret comedy in different ways but he finds humor in brutally assaulting someone and even torturing them.)
  Moola, Cheddar, Money. (How else is he suppose to afford his pristine clothes and fancy jewelry that he so adores?)
  Bernkastel. (The love of my life, anything happens to her i'd probably lose it! Even more. . .)
  
  Dislikes:
  Boredom. (His attention-span is one of his weakest allies as he’ll find random things to preoccupy himself with and even that won't be enough.)
  Minions disobeying him. (Masakazu takes disobedience as a challenge to his rule and therefore hates it when someone challenges him but on the other hand he loves to see the outcome, usually resorting in that person’s death.)
  Being Insulted. (One of the biggest mistakes someone could make is insulting Masakazua. Usually this’ll make him go into a frenzy depending on his mood.)
  Interruptions. (Although it depends on Masakazua, you inform him of bad news when he’s mashing his controller in an intense fighting game on his console, it’ll probably end with a controller being wedged through someone’s eye-socket.)
  
  Fears:
  He’s absolutely terrified of Dogs. (As a child, Masakazu had nothing against his fellow canine companions except when he made the unfortunate mistake of climbing over a fence and receiving a nasty bite from a Doberman Pinscher.)
  
  Personality:
  Masasuka is somewhat of a ticking time-bomb ready to go off any second, with a personality as multi-layered as his, it’s rather puzzling to figure out who he really is at times as he’s an unpredictable force and nobody has ever taken the time to get to know him personally and who would? He’d probably want to chop all the digits off of your hand, even if you thought out your words carefully. His men consider him to be a muscular individual who is plagued with the mind of a mere child as he shows a very vivid imagination and has hobbies that include watching cartoons and doing ordinary child things except for running a syndicate.
  
  Nonetheless his mob of ruthless gangsters show him endless respect even with this childish behavior, fear of death, torture, and having their families executed will make anyone desperate to appease him and Masasuka enjoys seeing the convulsing expression on someone’s face when they screw-up, he’s someone that absolutely gluttons the idea of punishment, he’s even made arrangements to have one of his warehouses to have an underground arena, like that of a Roman coliseum where those that have defied him would battle out for freedom or die trying. Overall Masasuaka is a complete madman with a faulty switch that’s wired to his emotions. It’s best to get on his good side, that’s if he even has one.
  
  Backstory:
  Masasuka wasn’t always reckoned to be “Evil” as a matter of fact, he was the exact opposite. Growing up as a lone child, Mr.Fuma and Mrs.Fuma treated Masasuka as their pride and enjoy but of course, being the only child would be quite the pampering experience, despite living in mediocre conditions they were able to afford a few luxurious things here and there and even some nifty contraptions that made daily living a breeze. Their son always aspired to be better than the average-joe, Masasuka had dreams of being more than they could even imagine but not all things are destined to happen, as there’s no such thing as “Perfect.”
  
  Years later he graduated and achieved his diploma, even getting scholarships to prestigious schools for his exemplary grades but that all somehow changed as life went down the drain for him. Masasuka was so close to victory and it was all twisted by unfortunate events that had him work for an unbearable law-firm where he had to organize paperwork for a pathetic salary that barely put bread on the table or paid most of his debt. Days had passed and everlasting hatred had boiled inside the once pride-filled child and unfortunately he decided that taking his life would be the only option for him.
  
  One fateful day, Masasuka went into a fit of rage at his desk job and managed to get himself fired which sent him over the edge and made him attempt to take his own life by crashing through one of the office windows and plummeting 300 feet to his demise, but miraculously he survived and was transferred to a hospital nearby where he underwent emergency surgery and experimental augmentations that would enhance his daily performances so that he would be able to live a normal life. And for a moment, Mister Masasuka was a brand new man and felt on top of the world but misfortune struck yet again as the prefrontal lobe augmentation had malfunctioned, sending debilitating shocks through his brain and causing a switch in his personality as well as other side effects.
  
  He was sent into a spiralling abyss of insanity, three days later he gained an insatiable thirst for bloodlust once he deliberately pushed someone out in front of traffic, he had claimed his first victim and he wanted not only victims for his wrath but a purpose for it. He started an organization known as the Tora Syndicate which soon gained members of lower class individuals wishing to start a new beginning through greed and sin.
  
  Hell City was a grand opportunity to flourish the Tora Syndicate and it truly was, soon Masasuka was the head of one of the most terrifying criminal organizations known to man, spreading fear and terror through the hearts of many in return for the mighty dollar. Although the Tora Syndicate isn’t all about violence, but domination and numbers as well. The more that are profiting them, the better.
  
  (Present: CH3)
  
  Having been thrown through the ringer a few times and losing his lovely body because of his secretary! Masakazu sees himself a bit out of place as far as being himself, a loose-cannon now depressed at the compiling situations before him! Bernkastel may have granted him 'life' through his soul become a visible apparition but how could he appreciate this without being able to feel a touch from his loved one? At-least he was by her side even in this form. After the time-loop things begun to grow out of hand for poor Mazzy, resulting in further descent into madness, Bernkastel was nowhere to be found and he had been all alone to figure out how to gain his influence once more and to find where his 'girl' may have gone off too! Searching for clues had lead him to the fact that she might've been kidnapped? Or worse! Being broken and heart-torn by this potential idea he prowled through the busy streets of Hell City, finding a way to gain his body back but it was hopeless, there was nothing he could do as it had been damaged beyond repair after having that piece of shrapnel shot through his cranium.
  
  Lost and saddened he had given up until he stumbled upon something that he'd not been aware of, a gift? Bernkastel was sly and cunning, she always had a trick or two up her sleeve! So much so that she'd blessed Mazzy with a few more things than he was aware of. After looking at some tough hooligan mugging some defenseless old lady, he was inspired to abandoned any former ties he had connecting him to his old body and from that point he decided to possess the street-thug, giving him a physical form and a new appearance. Now that he had something to go off of, his new mission was to locate and rescue Bernkastel, hopefully she was not in harm's way.
  
  Gear/Weapons:
  N/A ~ Anything he's within reach of.
  
  Strengths:
  To Hell & Back (Best benefit of being a Crime-lord is that you get a whole bunch of lackeys to beat the ever loving hell out of anyone that questions your rule.)
  Unpredictable. (Not only does this affect his fighting style but it benefits him as he can always get the drop on his enemies.)
  New powers. (Bernkastel you doll you! I'm ready to save ya! They're all gonna die! Ahaha!)
  
  Weaknesses:
  Poor Strategist. (He isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. *Insert Allstar lyrics.*)
  Headstrong. (He’ll often charge into situations that require thought, getting a few of his men killed in the process.)
  Anger issues (Rarely this’ll happen when someone sends a negotiator or messenger expecting a treaty or alliance. Unknowingly having certain words that result in an explosion of rage from Mr.Fuma.)
  Host (His body isn't as durable as his old one, meaning he can be killed by bullets, stab-wounds, and much more.)
  
  Fighting Style:
  Batshit Crazy / Eskrima (Knife)
  Masakazu has grown quite weary over his time-spent with traitorous scum, unreliable allys, and just those damned telemarketers! Once a delusional whacko now a blood-thirsty mad-man that has a sensation for hurting in any way possible.
  
  (Formerly one of the following Mixed Martial Arts.)
  Muay Thai / Boxing / Street Brawler (Combination) (“He fights like a monster!”)
  
  Aura Ability:
  Possession ~ Self-explanitory, ol Mazzy-chan here can possess or take over the body of most living humans as long as they're not gifted or cybernetic, although someone who has a lot of mental resistance can easily push him out of their body.
  Wraith Transmission ~ Variety of Instant Transmission, Masakazu's power is quite similar to that of Nightcrawler from X-men being able to transport himself from place to place within short-distances making him one hell of a pain in the ass to target and fight.)
  
  Skills:
  Highly proficient with a blade.
  Absolutely Merciless.
  Gifted 'Human'.
  Completely lost his marbles making him a terror for anyone.
  
  Achievements/Crimes Committed:
  - Bribery, Drug smuggling, Human trafficking, Prostitution, Homicide, Arms dealing, etc.
  The Tora Syndicate is responsible for 30% of all crimes in Hell City. However these statistics come from previous gang members that have been discovered.
  - Driving a freaking bus full of armed Tora yakuza through Bismarck's store.
  - Kidnapping two children.
  
  Relationships With Other Characters:
  Miss Bernkastel ~ One crazy she-devil of a lady, Masakazu loves her to death and would do anything for her even if that means dying one-hundred times just to get in her good-graces.
  
  Bismarck ~ You little shit, ill eat you alive and shove each one of those books up your pretty little a-
  

The Rockstar ~ Sabrina Esvana

• In Character
• Character Sheet

• Enchanting flurries of clashing lights scattered through the mist of pyrotechnics with wicked notes from instruments ripping through the oxygen, clearing segments of the ashy smoke away while the songs continued. Each performed song was brilliantly executed by the band with Sabrina, Sean, and Gakuta giving it their one-hundred percent to ensure that Hell City would have an unforgettable experience that would leave them in complete awe. By the end of the concert it was near morning with the bleak rays of sunlight shining through the cracks of the auditorium's extensive skylight giving the stage a dim apricot colored-hue. At last it was over, band members from NitroSuperSonic looked completely exhausted as did people from the audience, quite the accomplishment too! As much as they just wanted to pack up their equipment and hop aboard the signature 'Winnebago' and ride the hell out of this place, it'd just be plain rude besides they made a promise that they'd take a few lucky spectators up on stage to go to the backroom with them and doing the whole public relation's signing signatures and being inspirational heroes! "Ha..Ha. Well, I didn't expect all of this to happen in one night! You've been the best Hell City! But hey, for being such outstanding fans I think it'd be only appropriate for us to bring a couple of lucky guests up onstage." Even with all the fatigue that had set in, excited panic drew from the now frenzied audience. A personal meeting with their favorite band? This must've been a dream! A couple of teenage members of the audience were completely losing their mind unlike the rest, they definitely stood out not just by them freaking out but by the bruises they had, yikes. Did they really go through the entire swarm of people just to get to the front? That took some dedication. "Hm.. I see, apologies to those that weren't chosen but, I believe these two right here deserve a spotlight of their own."
  
  Sabrina backed away from the microphone, approaching the end of the stage before kneeling with Gakuta and Sean doing the same except one on her left and the other to her right. Sabrina caught a glimpse of the two once more and pointed at Nate and Tanner who continuously lept in glee. Sabrina nodded to both Gakuta and Sean as they reached their hands out to Nate and Tanner, both pulling them up onto the stage and into the dazzling stretch of lights shining down. She couldn't help but crack a soft smile at the reactions they had, it was adorable seeing both of them going through all these emotions at once, Sabrina was overjoyed that she made the day of these two boys. "Thank you so much Hell City! We are sure to come around in a few but in the mean-time keep rocking on!" The last ending flare of fireworks catapulted out from the arena and exploded above the crowd creating a sparkling appearance from all around as the curtains closed in front of Sabrina and the rest of them. Backdrop lights soon came on, guiding their way to the hallway where both the drummer and back-up guitarist skedaddled off to, Sabrina on the other-hand gestured her head to the side letting Nate and Tanner know they could follow as she went with them. "Uh.. so um.." Not being on stage, Sabrina became once more the nervous wreck she once was, tapping the points of her fingers together as she led them. "Thi-is i-is the back of the arena, it's erm. Kinda where we just walk around and stuff with the staff.. I-i hope the audience didn't h-hurt you too much." She looked back at them, noticing the bruises. Sabrina felt horrible that they had to go through all of that just to get to the front, seeing them must've meant the world to them. A few seconds later Sabrina opened one of the doors revealing the backroom with Sean and Gakuta mashing buttons while playing some fighting video game. "Pssshh! Like that'll help you." Sean said with Gakuta responding. "Ha, I bet you your drumsticks that i'll win. If I lose then i'll be your maid for a week" Sean laughed ending their brief conversation with. "Your loss then, i'll make sure that I eat off every dish just so you can clean it." Sabrina sighed in relief as she gave them a bit of a helping hand into the backroom awaiting for their further responses as they saw Sean and Gakuta leisurely playing a game on the couch with instruments aligning the room decoratively.
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• Name:
  Sabrina A. Esvana
  
  Alias/Title/Nickname(s):
  The Metal Queen (Given by Associates & Fellow band-members.), Miss Esvana, Rock ‘n’ Roll Lady, etc. . .
  
  Age:
  20 (October 17, ????) Libra
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Sexuality:
  Bisexual
  
  Crush/Lover:
  N/A.
  
  Race:
  Gifted Human
  
  Occupation:
  Lead Singer/Guitarist(Performer)
  (Genres include: Metal & Heavy rock.)
  
  Social Class:
  {High-Class}
  {Despite this Sabrina has a tendency to outfit herself in ordinary attire.}
  
  Affiliation:
  NitroSuperSonic
  (Interesting title of a band, sounds pretty brutal but given the stylings of the tone it’s rather fitting.)
  
  Rank:
  Lead Singer/Main Guitarist
  
  Likes:
  {Feline Critters} Tabbies or Tabby cats are a favorite of Sabrina, after adopting two little kittens named ‘Tigress’ and ‘Leo’, she’s become completely fascinated with them.
  {Music ~ Rock, Metal, etc.} Self-explanatory, someone whose life is involved around it there’d be no choice but to have a certain love aspired for it.
  {Fans} “Without you guys NSS wouldn’t have gotten to this level of amazing! Yeah!” Fans are the blood that keeps NitroSuperSonic alive, without them she wouldn’t be in the position that she is.
  {Artistry} Paintings, sculptures, and a beautiful scenery!
  {Cuisine meals, you know like Mcdonalds or something.} Absolutely ‘delish’.
  
  Dislikes:
  {Stalkers} There’s appreciation for talent and then there’s being a complete weirdo, Sabrina from time to time has dealt with those a bit too ‘in-love’ with her music! She tries to avoid these types of people as much as possible as would anyone.
  {Spiders} “Gah! Did I just see a creepy crawly? Get it away from me!” (Sabrina proceeds to crawl up the wall in-order to escape the treacherous grasp of a harmless house-spider.)
  {Wicked personalities.} Those that harm and hurt people not only through their words but their actions
  {Debbie-downers} No point in being sad all the time, what does that accomplish? Nothing that’s for sure!
  {Chalk} Feeling the very chalky material touch her skin is comparable to one-thousand nails screeching across a ceramic plate at lightspeed, it’s rather aggravating.
  
  Fears:
  {Losing her way.} ~ No, not being lost literally, Sabrina has a deep fondness of music almost-so that it consists of most of her life beyond it being a career. That being said, if she was taken away from being able to conduct a melody with an instrument or being separated from music entirely she’d have a major mental malfunction.
  
  {Arachnophobia.} ~ Even plastic ones give her the shivers, Arachnophobia is a specific phobia directed towards a fear of spiders, sometimes ranging from minor to serious. Sabrina detests these eight-legged creatures and will act as if she’s on the verge of dying if she so much as spots one crawling next to her.
  
  {Confrontations.} ~ As are most individuals, violent encounters are something that she’d like to avoid all-together especially if it involves a potentiality of getting seriously hurt or worse.
  
  Personality:
  Music is the essence of life as Sabrina would say, Miss Esvana is an upbeat woman with a passion for producing one-hit wonders in the rock and metal industry which is quite the catch as she’s someone who you wouldn’t expect to be that sort of business considering the reserved tendencies she has when in the public surroundings but that all changes when she goes on-stage and picks up an instrument or a microphone, with one of those in hand and a dazzling spotlight on her she changes into an entirely different person surprising those that know her on a personal level and transforming her into a ‘superstar’! Referred to as the ‘Metal queen’ by colleagues and sometimes by big fans, Sabrina’s alternative personality is a turbulent and crude headstrong lass with a likeness for being rough and showing those raw emotions through her awe-inspiring voice. She considers it to be a guardian-angel, that second-side of her that somehow manages to swoop in a save the day every time and turn her into some sort of musical deity!
  
  Aside from being all-around hardcore gal when surrounded by the thousands of adoring patrons, she’s also quite flashy, using her aura ability to make magnificent illusions such as intangible pyrotechnics, fireworks, and little devil-like minions that are there just for show making her even more popular in today’s culture for having each performance being an original concept. As for Sabrina off-stage she’s more comparable to a timid doe in the presence of headlights, confused and awkward it’s as if everything on-stage had completely disappeared and turned her back into soft-spoken woman with a knack for fluffy animals and nothing too crazy, even though she’ll still listen to the same kind of music. Overall she’s seen as two-people placed in one body, kind of a Jekyll and Mr.Hyde except less extreme and not trying to hurt anyone except for their necks from all of the head-banging.
  
  Backstory:
  Born in an unstable household, Sabrina lived alongside a couple of siblings which consisted of two girls and one boy. Life underneath a parental rule was struggling to say the least as they’d a strict set of guidelines almost like a prison of some sort where both the mother and father had the utmost authority and their children were mere underlings, slaves to do their bidding through force but definitely not abusive just excessively overprotective. After being exposed to public schools she found herself at the mercy of bullies for being too collected and non-social, because of this she found alternative means of trying to break-away from the home ‘dictatorship’ and stretched her interests into the art of music where she discovered the main source of rebellion! Getting back at her parents by enjoying the sounds of emotional music and taking on the trendy fashion of punk/rock get-up, fortunately with this change came her slightly breaking out of her shell and making a couple of new friends in middle school that recommended joining orchestra where she became infatuated with one of the instruments, an acoustic guitar in particular that became the first of few that she practiced in her younger years, skipping soon to an electric guitar a few years later in preference of the sound. After reaching adult-hood it was apparent that the love for music became too much for the overbearing parents so they did what any subhuman parental figure would do and kick their own flesh and blood out on the street to fend for herself, not before selling all of the stuff she had except for the guitar she’d purchased with her own money. For days on end she found herself in a pit of despair, trying to redeem herself by finding jobs but to no avail but surprisingly she was making quite the income by playing her instrument out on the streets, attracting a lot of attention through her alluring voice and the rhythm that she played so elegantly, nearly a week after she was found by record producer who happily took her under his wing after seeing promise in the young girl.
  
  Sabrina was skeptical about being associated with someone she had known nothing about but low on income and willing to do anything she accepted and went off with him to the studio where she discovered that she was more talented than expected, pouring her very own soul and emotions into the instrument she flicked the strings and nearly instantly she found herself staring at a saddened illusion of herself as a child, just from the emotions that she’d placed into her music it seemed to have created something out of thin-air! Baffled and excited, the producer immediately hired her as an entertainer and musician, leading one of the band-fronts known as “NitroSuperSonic” an ‘edgy’ out of country group that styles in creating all sorts of music with all four of their members being apart of different locations. Two years after she became the poster-child of NSS and gained tons of publicity through her artwork and music, gaining influence throughout culture and media.
  
  Gear/Weapons:
  Musical instruments in general can be considered available to Sabrina’s disposal, including her own voice which when in tempo with a beat can create havoc for those on her bad-side.
  
  Strengths:
  ~ Guitar Masta ~
  ~ Memorization of Take on me by A-ha~
  ~ Relatively talented dancer ~
  ~ Karaoke Queen ~
  ~ Surprisingly speedy, can complete tasks quite fast when not distracted. ~
  ~ Excellent back-up musician ~
  
  Weaknesses:
  ~ Shy when not in her Alter-ego ~
  ~ Clumsy when being spoken to directly ~
  ~ Terrible at board-games ~
  
  Fighting Style:
  {Brawler/ Amateur Boxing} Improving concert-immersion is vital, not only to her second-self but NitroSuperSonic. In order to act out as a rough ‘n’ tough guitarist and lead-singer so what better way to ‘toughen up’ then to take lessons in boxing? That aside she isn’t exactly the best at it, mainly sticking to ability she’s been blessed with to defend herself rather than taking a chance on close-quarter combat.
  
  Aura Ability:
  {Symphokinesis ~ Music Manipulation}
  Capable of manipulating generated music via voice or instrument. Common elements such as pitch, rhythm, and concepts such as tempo, meter, and articulation can have unorthodox effects if the user allows it, being able to create ‘illusions’ and magic-esque reactions from the sounds emitted.
  
  Skills:
  {Ridiculously skilled Musician.}
  {Can recite the entire alphabet backwards without re-thinking.}
  {Can perform an entire show without taking more than a 2 minute break inbetween songs.}
  {Uncanny ability to do acrobatics such as back-flips and so forth.}
  {Is able to make realistic cat ‘meows’.}
  
  Achievements/Crimes Committed:
  {The crime of creating ‘super’ brutal music.}{She’s too much of a goodie-goodie to commit crimes.}
  {Achievement-wise, Sabrina has been recognized for her talent across the globe even attaining the front-page of certain magazines and taking on numerous interviews on popular television programs.}
  
  Relationships With Other Characters:
  Gakuta Shizibana ~ Back-up singer/guitarist
  Sean Mastif ~ Drummer
  

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THE DETECTIVE AND THE HERMIT Solemn Jester TripTripleTimes SidTheSkid
Bernkastel didn't even get yanked out of her cell for the torture Boomer had planned before noticing a familiar figure approaching her. Unless her eyes were deceiving her, her wraith boyfriend, one who she had originally been manipulating, was in front of her cell. She wasn't able to give him any sort of greeting, unfortunately; Boomer had crashed into Masakazu with full force. Sighing slightly, Bern limped over to the bars of her cell, watching the event rather boredly, just before looking up at Erika. Now that Mazzy was here, she looked absolutely scared out of her mind. Bernkastel smirked for a moment, but her expression changed back into her stoic one after a couple seconds. Her eyes bored into that of the ghost's. Erika stared back, fear and comprehension rising in her expression. Then, obediently, she walked over to where Bernkastel's scythe was being held and carried it back to her owner. Bernkastel gave Erika an encouraging smile, snatching the scythe from her loose grip and using it to hack the shackles attached to her feet off. A pause; Erika backed away, not wanting to be in the infamous criminal's line of fire. It was bad enough that Masakazu was here and Bern had managed to get her to grab her scythe with a mere stare.

A sigh of relief; Bernkastel stretched her arms, gracefully lifting herself up in the air. Any tension in her shoulders was now gone, and she swam across the ceiling with a relieved expression, that only got wider and wider with each breaststroke. "Flight. Ah, how I missed you, my friend," she said softly, dreamily, returning to her usual nonchalant air. Erika seemed desperate to sink into the wall at this point; however, she knew Bern. And Bern was very likely to milk it that she had just friggin' given Bern her scythe. Sure enough, she spoke once more, this time addressing the rogue ghost. "Erika, I am glad you have finally determined where your loyalties lie."

"Shut up. I only did it because you would have him kill me if I didn't." The detective jerked her head in Mazzy's direction. Regret was creeping into her face with every breath Bernkastel took. How the hell did she do that?!

"I am also glad," Bern continued, ignoring the fact that Erika had even spoken. "that you haven't forgotten who saved your life. At the end of the day," And through the bars she caressed Erika's ghostly face; Erika shivered, looking twice as terrified as before. "You really are my right-hand ghost."

"Shut up!"

And here Erika took a step back, slapping away Bernkastel's hand. "You have no control over what I do anymore! So don't you think--" She walked over to where the keys were kept, taking one off of its ring. "--that I--" She returned to Bern's cell, unlocking the door. "--am your second-in-command!" She opened the door, allowing Bern to fly out, laughing the whole time. "And get out of my head!" Erika snapped.

"Hmm......nah." Bernkastel's eyes now had a mischievous glint to them; she merely watched as Erika ran right into a wall, hitting her head against it a good seven times, pounced on Boomer and tried to give him a hug, and then pulled out her gun and began firing at random. Bern dodged each bullet that came in her direction, laughing hysterically. "I've--always--wanted--to--do--this!" she choked, banging her fist on the wall. "But--I--never--found--an--excuse--now--I--have!"

"You really are despicable!" Erika howled, now spinning herself in several pirouettes. Bernkastel stopped laughing, her face turning quite grave.

"You deserve it."

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THE ROBOT Sugary_Paragraphs Mitchs98
One thing that Anita had not expected was for Chuck and Maria to get angry; then again, she didn't know about Bismarck. She gave Chuck a rather disoriented look as he shook her, demanding to know where Bismarck was, followed by a slap across the face from Maria. Okay. Cold, she thought, rubbing her cheek where she had been slapped. It wasn't her fault that the guys who had bought her product were criminally insane. There were a LOT of criminally insane people in Hell City! Taking a sip of beer, Anita shrugged in response to the questions. "'Ell if I know, I'm not a info dump," she answered, putting the beer down to fiddle with her arm; since she had no clue what she was doing, a bunch of confetti shot out of her extended hand and landed on a picture of a ten-year-old Bismarck wearing a rather ugly sweater, his dad in the background laughing. "Have you tried the library?" the cyborg added as a joke, chuckling harshly. There was a long pause as her head lolled around, then, shrugging again, Anita decided to continue messing with her arm. "Let's see, let's see, let's see.....there's an 'Ades guy who wouldn' shuddup about Booze-marck who bought my shit a couple weeks ago. Most of my Mestusium went missing around the same time. Pity," She frowned. "It made such a good bombshell. The type that leaves no evidence that whatever blew up the building was a bomb. For all they know, it's a rubber chicken. Neat concept, dunno if it worked or not."

A moment passed, then Anita stepped away from Chuck and Maria to rest her head on Bismarck's desk, where various letters and documents laid. Most of the letters had been sent just a couple hours before Bismarck had been captured, and it seemed that the two had had a full-on conversation. Anita picked one up--sent from Bismarck to Luce--and read it, hiccuping occasionally. "'Luce,I appreciate your concern for my safety, and I am well aware that I may not make it out alive. However, I absolutely refuse to watch you endure this. Say what you will, but while Hades may seem tame compared to those who have had your starball before, he is still a dangerous man; who knows what he could make you do? Therefore, I will not abide to your warnings. Plant the idea into his head that he needs a new cook and that the old one will try to poison him, then suggest that I take up the position. I believe that someone such as him would believe such a tale (besides, you're a pretty good liar!) and take your advice. I'll handle the rest. Hang in there, okay? Bismarck.' He has weird handwriting," Anita added to herself, pointing at his somewhat messy cursive handwriting.

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Don wasn't sure what he was doing, things seemed to have grown out of hand since Anita invented her new metawhateverthefuckitscalled. She had been drinking like it was her job, she hated the world, and seemed to blame herself for everything. Don figured that if she was going to go somewhere to hide the best place was probably the Rainy Traveller. He wasn't sure anyone ever went in there anymore, at least not at this time. His footsteps echoed across the thick concrete. The shadow of (assuming it's night) seemed to creep around him. Like death always seemed to follow him, lingering around every corner. Whether it attempted to futily take his life, or taking the life of those he cared about. It seemed to have some kind of crush on him. He wouldn't be surprised if he had some reaper head over heels in love with him, although they could have had a grudge on him. All the same he wasn't a fan of death, it hurt those he loved far to much. Leaving a heavy weight on them, as well as his own shoulders. He walked into the Rainy Traveler, and low and behold who should he find but Anita the town drunk Thomas."So, you come crawling over here? Trying to keep low? Huh, someone smack you? What happen? You stab someone with your heels again?"
Don walked over and grabbed Anita's hand nodding towards a chair."How about we sit down, and have a chat. Maybe get some coffee, sober up."
Don glared towards Chuck, and Maria,"Hey, kitty cat and secondary character."He said referring to Maria, and Chuck. He took a seat pulling Anita along with him."You have any idea how Anita got this mark on her face? Or why? I feel alot of negative energy here..Wait a moment.... It seems like a certain dorky store owner is missing...Where the hell's Bismarck?"Don asked raising an eyebrow rather surprised Bismarck was gone. He figured the guy would die if he left this store.

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