Asor al ed Ergnas

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Theme: There is all sorts of Jo.

 

Name:  I am Jo. I have always been Jo. I also have always been, and will be countless other Jo's. I am Jo.

 

Gender: Interesting Question.

 

Age:  I don't know. Ask Jo.

Bio: 

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Greetings. I am Jo. I'm not one for pleasantries. I was born here in New Dales...some time ago. I was gifted with an odd magic, and a desire to understand it's complex mysteries. I went through my childhood normally, but with the gusto and desire to unlock my true abilities. I found solace within the Pythagoreans. Through them I made use of my eyes, to see what they could not. Did you know numbers have colors? They do. They are all different too. In fact, when you align them in certain orders, the colors change to one unified form. I could see this where my fellows could not. Compiling what seemed to be meaningless numbers and equations into my own opened ways for new strings of colours. From there I began deconstructing them into extraordinary bouts of prediction. In fact, it's from my equations that we are able to readily predict where magical storms will appear, and even the direction they head in. It was a great leap for science, you understand. However other than my comrades, nobody really cared about it other than protecting themselves. Fools. This could help unlock even more mysteries of the world we live in! Perhaps gain a greater understanding of magic itself. Indeed, I realized this, and delved into my research with reckless abandon. I worked tirelessly, matching the numbers and variables with the right colors. Losing myself in it, hoping i'd find something of perhaps great consequence. Soon my fellow Pythagoreans tried to stop me, saying I was going mad. But I ventured on for SCIENCE! Until one day I stumbled upon something extraordinary! You see, the it's not all predetermined it's-

 

Hi! I am Jo! It is my pleasure to meet you! If you wanna know about me, it's gonna be a little hard because you are a peasant, *giggle*~! You see, I am the Crown Princess of the Music Sprites! Oh don't look at me like that you dummy, I really am! Nobody else really believes me, but I truly really and most certainly am! I was born from an egg fully grown a loooong time ago, and from there my subjects helped raise me! It was hard sometimes cause I couldn't "see" with my eyes. But my ears, an entirely different matter! Oh they were so full of excitement and love when I was birthed from that stone egg, they sang beaaaauuutiful music when I arrived. Their notes sprang forth with vivid colour, and filled the air with my laughter when I heard it. I was skipping around New Dale with them one day, and "saw" a music shop! Flutes, Pianos, Violins, Guitars! All the instruments you could ever think of! They were so easy to play too! Well, not at first *grumble*. But the Music Sprites helped me figure out what was called "keys" and "tones". I matched it with my voice and learned all the instruments I possibly could. Oh how we danced together all the time to our music, naked and free! But some meanie guys didn't think it was super fair I had it all to myself, some Demowhatsits they were called. They took me away to a locked room filled with my beloved instruments, to make music for them and say it was theirs. So not fair! We were there a long time. Until one day I decided I was bored, angry, and tired of the smelly room; I asked one of the guards to listen to one of my songs. He indulged me cause I am such a pretty princess, and fell asleep to the sounds of my flute playing. Then I heard with my princess senses the color of his life! It was suuuuuper neat, I never noticed it before. So I took my flute and BASH! I HIT HIM IN THE THROAT *teehee*! Then bash, bash BASH BASH BASH! He was dyiiiiiinnnnggggg hahahaah! It sounded so pleasant, and new! Nothing I had heard before! I bashed all the meanie faces that got in my way, and made beautiful music from their screams. It was so very fun~! I wondered then, how big a symphony of screams I could make, and then I-

 

Hello there, friend. I am Jo. It is lovely to make your acquaintance. I come from a family of love, and wealth. My parents unfortunately were murdered by a criminal known as "The Mad Piper", so I never really got to know them. But that's okay for me, for though it is lonely; for some reason I enjoy the solitude. From my earliest memories I was surrounded by pretty pictures of our home. Soon, the money began running dry. But I always remembered the pretty pictures. I thought that maybe, I could draw copies and sell them. It was long and grueling work. But I kept doing it and doing it, and then I had a perfect replica! I was so excited. Then came the hard part, coloring it. I kept splotching the paints, and the colours were never really right. But people kept buying them all the same. Something happened one day though, when I was making something entirely new. I couldn't think of the colours to use. It was a self portrait, and I know better than any, what I look like. But I couldn't find the right ways to express it. I just looked so sad in the painting. This lonely girl all alone. I kept feeling the picture to try and understand what it was, and I cried; when suddenly, colour began filling itself on it's own. The vibrancy was of nothing I had ever seen before. Excitedly I realized I was a mage! It felt so natural, after that. The Wizard Union got wind of my abilities, and from there the money poured in. I changed furniture, gems, clothes, even buildings at the request of people. But then they got greedy, I just wanted to be alone, yet people kept coming and coming for my assistance in trivial matters. I soon found out I was in deep when a shady man brought me thousands of bronze coins, and asked me to turn them into gold. I told him I didn't do that, only changed the colour. He beat me for weeks till I caved into his demands. When I simply just changed the colour, he took his money, and promised to be back again soon. Rather than have to go through it again, I decided to-

 

*wheeze* Ey'. I am Jo. You may wonder how I am speaking to you, being a tree. I just can. Do not question it. Trees are people too. I don't remember becoming so magnificent, and tall, and proud, but what tree does? I haven't encountered another tree quite like me. Unless you count this rather unpleasant being I met made of moss and reeds. My swamp brethren, I suppose. Must be lonely you say? Not really. I am flourishing no matter where I go.  No. It's a very happy life. I taste and smell the sustenance that the sweet earth gives me. Oh and the rains.*cough* Excuse me. I must not be getting enough water these days. I'm starting to wither away. That's because I'm not a tree you say? Balderdash. I am a tree. Do not question it. Anyways, ever smell a spring shower? With all of it's color? It's so great to be a tree. Oh the lovely rain, washing over your leaves and bark, and settling into your roots. The vibrancy of life you smell and feel washing into you is..mmmnnggh orgasmic. Unlike other trees, I can move. I have more than once swatted at the passerby who try to urinate on me. It's not the water I want. Occasionally, I have to uproot myself for another plain. It's an exhausting business, and becomes harder and harder for me to keep myself straight. *hack* Oh my, I seem to have coughed out some of my special red sap. This hacking is unpleasant. Which is what I think this burly fellow intends to do to me with that rather large axe of his. Please sir, I'd rather not be cut down. Oh, you've never seen a talking tree? Well, then today is a neat day to start. Hows about you put that there axe down, and smell the fresh air with me. *inhale* Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffff ahhh, see how lovely that is? What? Trees don't talk? I'm not a tree? Please. I am a tree. See my leaves and bark? Do not question it. By the way, do you have any wa-

 

HO THERE! I am Jo! Do you know what I taste on my mighty tongue? ADVENTURE! THAT'S WHAT! DOHOHOHOHO! Yes, the winds are thick with the taste of adventure. It is a deep and vivid green of freedom! I am a famous archeologist throughout the world and known throughout New Dales for my wonderful finds! With my trusty sand skipper and super radio, I move across the world to the next big thing! For some strange reason, I can navigate through the traps of ruins and dungeons with ease. I can see every trap, hear every beast. Tame them even, with a few savory licks of my lute! Ha Ha! Why even my cartography skills are the best! I can chart a ruin like no other! Don't get me started on puzzles either. I may be a loud and boisterous man, but I see those solutions clear as day before me! So come with me my righteous dudes, LETS GO LIVE LIFE!

 

Mutations: I have a rare eye mutation called Synesthesia, and so does all other Jo's. It isn't limited to just my eyes however, even blind I can still hear colours. I have all the same senses anyone else does. Maybe its heightened sometimes thanks to Jo, or maybe it's dulled thanks to other Jo. Regardless, I process all information with colour as well. Sights, Sounds, Tastes, Smells, and Touch are all processed as their own colours. I and all other Jo's also see colour where others cannot. Because of this, me and Jo's usually reject the established reality and substitute it with our own. I also might posses some sort of longevity. I am not sure.

 

Magic: To make simply put it into terms that you can understand, I am a Colour Mage. Colour is all perception. What one person sees, is different from another. Then you have some people who see it the same. One Jo said that I use my hands to swirl about the molecules of an object, or being; to achieve a different hue or pigmentation based on the known colour spectrum. Then another Jo says I just look at something and don't like how it looks, so I change it's colour to fit the emotion I think best describes it. It's been a topic of debate for some time how I do it, but utilizing the power of  sunshine and rainbows to change the colour of something, into another colour is my favorite one. The fun part of it is, sometimes nothing has changed in the eyes of others, but to me, It's only a colour I can perceive. 

 

Talents: From Jo, and Jo, and Jo, and Jo, and Jo, and...well you get the idea. I have amassed a number of useful skills. I am an adept mathematician, musician, painter and drawer. Cartography comes natural to me. I am also exceptional at surviving with no resources. I am versed well in the art of self defense and have a well toned body that makes me pretty resilient to just about anything. I am pretty quick, and am skilled as a contortionist. Enabling me to bend in slightly odd ways to avoid anything that comes my way. I probably have a few other talents I can't think of, but those are some of my better more useful ones.   

 

Curse: I can alter my memories and persona to whatever I'd like it to be, but I forget what I changed them from.

 

Inventory:  I, as a great adventurer have of course a sand skipper that I use to get around. I carry a long handled ballpoint hammer that I use to get out of sticky situations. One of the odder things I carry is a large "storybook". It has many empty pages, and is filled with all sorts of pictures and tales of many people, all named Jo.  I have my lute, canteen, a sack of assorted gems and money, parchment and pens, some basic foodstuffs, a collapsible lantern, and a sleeping bag all in my pack. Be well prepared, they say.

For your consideration, Rogue~

Yes, Metric FTW. Looks good Paper. should something happen, you are in the running.

@Everyone- RP is live. Sorry about the wait, been very busy with family stuff~

Woo~

トキヲ・ファンカ

Tokio Funka

"In a town of tricks, the dirtied haze hangs in the air.

Gathered young men smoke the purple smoke.

Their eyes empty."

Arc 1: The Anniversary.

"GET OUT YOU OLD FUCK!" said the bouncer as he grabbed the scruff of my robes. "Waaahhh!" I stupidly let out as I flew through the air, and landed in the mud outside the brothel. "Don't come back in here stirring trouble for us others again!" he  shouted at me, throwing my cane into my muddy face. "Heh. Not the right kind of fight I need." I said aloud to nobody in particular. Standing up, I wiped the mud off my already dingy clothes. "What a disappointment." I said, picking up my cane, and began walking down the dimly lit alley that housed the brothel I was unceremoniously thrown out of on one side, and a fish market on the other. "Fitting." I thought to myself, as I spat on the ground. Walking gingerly, I exited the alley to one of the cities main streets. As usual, when I walked around the streets of Tokio Funka publicly, it was filled with the dead silence of the early morning. Not a soul at this hour, aside from the flitting of people from one street to another;trying not to be seen. It took a lot of balls to walk around like streets at this time like I did. At least, that's what my comrades said. No, I have walked these streets without fear since before the Oni came here. Hm? What's that sound? Ah. Crying. I spied a small baby bawling at the top of it's lungs on my left side. "Scum" I growled at it, and aimed a well placed kick to it's face.

It was like kicking a rock, but it flew into the wall all the same. The crying stopped and I saw the child grimace towards me with a face not fit for a baby. "You horrible monster!" shrieked a nearby woman, whom after witnessing my actions, ran forward to scoop up the child in her arms. "You fucking idiot cow." I stated, the words seething out of my mouth like venom. "DROP IT NOW!" I yelled, brandishing my cane. Cooing the baby, she shot me a look of hatred. That's when the baby smiled like the demon it was. "W-W-what is this?" the young woman said nervously. I turned away from the scene before I saw something I had already many times. A great squelching sound, and a deep rumbling "Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho" was all that I heard as I walked away. Oldest trick in the book. "You'd think after forty years, these people would get it. To not trust anything. I guess...It's always going to be wishful thinking. For now." I said to myself, rounding a corner, and to anyone looking, vanishing from sight.

It's taken a long time, for us to build this place in total secrecy. The trick wall itself, was hidden with precision, and with usefulness in mind. The descent into our base, isn't lit whatsoever. It's pure darkness. Some would call it a design flaw, and have motioned that we get some lights in the dammed staircase. I call it a precaution. Because once you get to the end and unlock the thick slab of a door, there it is. The blinding light of our base of operations. As soon as you enter, you recoil from the light. God it's so hard to see sometimes. But as my vision comes back, I see the hopeful and eager faces of my comrades waiting for me. I began to move towards my designated seat at the back of the base. Softly clasping hands with my freinds and givng a kind smile wherever offered.  They call me "Leader", but I never ran for the position. I fell into it. The corridor of darkness, to the light when you enter, it's all a metaphor. We all have to walk through the darkness for awhile to get to the light of hope. So these people and Lesser Oni looked to me to lead them towards it. They are all family to me. I'd die for any one of them to further our cause. It's actually surprising that hasn't happened yet.

"Gojuro, how is your daughter? Did that medicine I get help?" I addressed a man of steely demeanor. Before he spoke, a little girl jumped out from behind  my chair and growled at me. Many people stood up in alert. I raised my hand and they settled down. "I guess that answers my question, doesn't it little Reena?  I chuckle softly to myself as I sit down. Little Reena giggled happily then jumped on my lap. "Thank you Leader! I feel so much better now!" she said hugging me tightly. I grinned, sharing her happiness. She almost didn't make it through that illness. I patted her head softly. "I can see that little one, I am very happy. But now we have to do the meeting. So keep hushed while the adults talk. Okay?" I said tapping her on the nose. She nodded excitedly, and put on the most serious face she could. I surveyed the room filled with these individuals I had gathered over thirty years. 

As usual, they are always silent. Nobody ever spoke up until I began. "Greetings my friends. Before you ask, tonight's recruitment drive didn't go well. but we expected that anyways. Yet it hasn't stopped some new faces from appearing here, has it?" I said smiling warmly. I looked at my new recruits. There was a boy. Who's body was bruised and beaten. I know this boy. I know of why he's here already, and so does he. The Halfbreed looked me directly in the eyes with both determination and hesitance. That's good. I want that hesitance. I want him to not fall to the darkness. There was a boatman who looked broken on the inside, but a spark of hope flared in him; and a geisha who's aura oozed vengeance and blood-lust. Then our newest Lesser Oni ally,  a kitsune who's demeanor seemed engaged, and excited to do something, if anything. I nodded at these new hopefuls. "To you new faces. Welcome, to The Sakura Rebellion. My name is Takunda Oimashu. We have a lot of work to do."

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Well, I can't say I wasn't expecting this. Just didn't think I'd have to have it happen so soon. As of now, I'm entirely sure of what is going on beyond my body. I'm barely conscious, and left alone to my own thoughts amidst the pain. What I do know is that my arms are broken, and that I seem to be missing a leg. The left, I think. It's quite painful. In fact, it's so painful that I screamed myself hoarse and into unconsciousness. Of course, I think the repeated blows to my head would have done that anyways. To be fair, I really should be dead. But I know why I am not. Soon my captors will know why as well. "WAKE UP HUMAN" a loud guttural voice sounded, as a hand swept across my face. My eyes shot open, the pain was still there, and I regained my facilities as my blurred vision flickered towards my lower body. My leg was still there, or what seemed to be the gnawed remains of it. Lovely. My vision became clearer, as I saw the Oni who slapped me. Aha. Kurasshu. The Greater Oni whom I had freed some years ago. I smiled at him with my broken jaw, and he gave me a wide fanged grin of his own. The beast. He nodded once at me, and walked away into the crowd of humans and Oni I now saw had gathered around me.

Hundreds of my fellow humans peppered with both Lesser and Greater Oni surrounded me, alone and dying in the main plaza of Tokio Funkas most populous and prestigious areas, "Emperors Road". Aptly named of course, for it housed the most high class of the brothels restaurants, and shops in the whole of the city. and at the end of it was, the gates to the Palace. Looming high and towering above the rest of the buildings, it stood as a monument and testament to the strength of humans. I tried to straighten myself to be more presentable, but only flopped over onto my face; tasting the dirt mingled with my own blood. Cruel laughter and jeers came from the crowd, and I felt the hard blows of stones being thrown at my body. I didn't fault the people throwing them, they felt they had no other choice. They were all afraid. Suddenly, the air became still, and quiet. The heavy gates of the palace opened before me, and I saw the carrier being held high by several Lesser Oni.

They stopped a few feet in front of my mangled body. An official envoy of the emperor exited the carrier, I caught a glimpse of Emperor Wakijima as the envoy made his way out. He looked to be robust, and in good health. A stagnant lie, perpetuated by Greater Oni illusion. The envoy carried the word of the emperor in his hands. A scroll that trailed near to the ground, and all charges I assume were arguably not in my favor. The envoy also carried something else the emperor had, an Illusion. They can deny up and down, but those were not the eyes of a human. Black oil-spots bearing a greedy intelligence. The eyes of Swine. As he opened his mouth to speak, I spat with as much gusto I could. My aim was true, and it landed upon his face. His illusion flickered for a moment, to see the fat pig underneath, and the expression of rage. But it held back almost immediately. "Takunda Oimashu, you are charged with high treason, with intent to overthrow our beloved Emperor Wakijima. Other charges include, Heading a Criminal Organization, the intent of which is to undermine the Emperor Wakijima's authority and dissolve the peace we have with The Oni. Murder of multiple accounts. Tax Evasion. Transport of goods without permit..." the envoy rambled on and on for what felt like hours. I know it probably wasn't that long, but blood loss and concussion will make time feel strange to anyone.

"...public urination, and...defacing cattle with crude drawings of members of The Hierarchy quote: "Taking it in the ass"....How do you plead?" the Envoy asked me, while members of the crowd laughed at some of my crimes "Heh. That last one was really fun. I plead fully guilty to all charges." I said, shocking most of the crowd, along with the envoy. I actually heard the Emperor chuckle a wheeze out himself. "I..see. Well the penalty for these cumulative charges is of course, Death. Do you have any last words?" the Pig asked me, rolling up his documents. "I do, in fact. I thank you for allowing me the chance to explain myself." I began, using my one good leg to prop me against a pole so I could possibly deliver my last words with some amount of dignity. "Today marks the anniversary of the Oni coming to occupy our city of Tokio Funka. It's been forty years. While I have befriended some of you Oni, it does not excuse the crimes of your kind against mine. Together in my organization The Sakura Rebellion, however, you have proven to me that not all of you desire this way of life. Like us humans, Lesser Oni are subjugated and forced into lives none of them wish. You have all had to leave your spiritual homes, and leave your lands unguarded. But we have together proven that there is a way for us to live in peace without tyranny."

"My fellow humans, and comrades of which you know whom you are, know that the end of my life, will not change the fact the fight for freedom will not end UNTIL WE HAVE IT!" I roared to the skies. Man this was unpleasant, I have little time left. "Your Husbands, Friends, Wives, Children, all of you are being trodden upon by The Heirarchy and the Greater Oni regime. It's up to YOU to make this change. I shouldn't have t tell you this life is undesirable, this is something you already know. Join my Rebellion...no.. Join OUR REBELLION! For after I am gone, you all will take the reigns together. Ack-"  my speech was cut short of my coughing up blood. I might as well finish this up. "Seems like I have little time left, so here will be my last act of rebellion. TO LIFT THE VEIL OVER YOUR EYES!" with my last act of free will, I forced my arm to move. The bones cracked violently as I tried to move it, but all the same, I plunged my hand into my chest, and crushed my heart. "Fight on, my friends."

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What happened next, set the city into turmoil. As soon as Oimashu crushed his own heart, something erupted from his body, and plunged itself into the Envoy. When this happened, the illusion surrounding him was lifted for all to see. A fat, snarling pig writhed about in the air, churning about upon a branch that started growing inside of him. "SQUEEEE, SQUEEEEE!" the envoy screamed. The crowd however, began screaming. "It's all a lie! The Oni are controlling the emperor!" and panicking, running for their homes. The Emperors carrier, was swiftly taken away into the safety of the palace. Several Oni tried to go for the protrusions coming from Oimashu to stop the threat. The Envoy was all but dead, feebly twitching as it's mangled remains dripped off a branch. "R-Run..." he got out with his dying breath, but it was however to late. More branches splintered off of Oimashu's body and impaled them as well. Grinding and crushing their bones as it split them apart. After awhile of growing, it finally stopped. A beautiful Sakura tree had grown where Takunda Oimashu made his last stand.

"FOOLS! YOU DARE STRIKE AGAINST US? ONI, RUN WILD!" bellowed a Tengu, his voice stretching across the city. Wild did they run. From that moment, the Oni did whatever they wished. Men who could not get away swiftly enough, were ripped apart in gruesome manners, and feasted upon. Women, slammed down into the street and violated amidst their screaming. All the while Oni laughed, and reveled in the destruction they were causing. Shops burned, and many lives were ended before some of them could even scream for help. It was like when the Oni first came, there was nothing stopping them. The Emperor watched from his tower, unblinking and shaking. He spied two figures standing in front of the gates. Dark Priests. They were looking directly at him. They waved, then made their way out of town. The Emperor worriedly thought to himself, this is when everything changes.

Throughout the chaos, eight individuals from this point on, were to be focused on soon by everyone in the city. A Noble Son, confused by what he had seen, made way for his families estate. A Crime Boss, too made her way in the same direction; her men dropping like flies around her, assaulted by weak Imps whom came in many numbers. One broke off from the pack, and set off after The Noble. A Young Kitsune, ran to seek safety in the headquarters of The Sakura Rebellion and spied A Selfish Thief, who was trying to take advantage of the chaos, but a Namahage had it's cannon aimed at the unsuspecting Thief. A Simple Woodsman, his pockets empty thanks to being unable to sell his lumber, asked A Lonely Boatman to help secure passage out of the city on the water. The fastest stream out of the city was blocked by Kappa, whom were enjoying themselves by drowning children; were not watching the smaller stream that forked out.  A Slighted Whore ran with A Unloved Halfbreed to help usher panicked citizens to the safety of one of the Sakura Rebellion's hidden bunkers, and to prove their worth to The Sakura Rebellion, unbeknownst to them, a Ubume slipped into disguise as a fellow whore carrying a child with the people they were leading to the bunker.

I have already spoken with Maia about the RP. I have permission, and I have some lines I cannot cross. Being a RP mod myself in another forum, I understand precisely the rules, and terms that come with them. Rest assured, the RP will push the boundaries, but not step over them too much. I am glad you are interested, if only for schadenfreude.

Though some issues may present themselves. Thanks to my view on things. A manga site that hosts things like Terra Formars, Oyasami Punpun, Monster, and Shamo, should be lax on certain things. It seems like they are though, Regardless, I will tread carefully.

This RP will reach completion, so seeing how far it will go is a moot point. It's going to the end.

Character Slot 3 FILLED- Diabolical Rhapsody With His Character, Yukihime Ise!

@Diab- Dun dun duh da! Welcome to the RP Diab! You worked hard, and deserve your spot. Feel Free to post it into the cache!

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Character Slot 4 FILLED- Shakespeare with a Sword(Slice&Dice) With His Character, Kohinata Hibiki!

@Slice- Welcome to the ranks Slice! Go ahead and post into the cache!

Character Slot 2 FILLED- Johnny Paradise(Useless) With His Character, Hyoudou Gaku!

@Usey- Welcome to the RP! As number two, feel free to post your character into the Info Cache!

@L- Refer to my post again L, and read carefully. Its not safe to post it into the Cache yet. I will let you know. Refer to my the rest of This post if anything is still unclear on when to post your character into the cache.

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Character Slot 1 FILLED- j0kercards(Unbelievably Majestic) With His Character, Zakari!

トキヲ・ファンカ

"It's a crazy town."

GM: Sangre de La Rosa
Co-GM: Wandering Rogue

This RolePlay is rated M for Mature.

It contains Sex, Drugs, and Murder.

Including but not limited to,

Vicious demons feasting upon entrails with vivid description,

Prostitutes stabbing men in the back during coitus,

A great manner of terrible things happening to innocent people,

And use of tobacco.

Premise

Factions/Races

@Liar- A few problems with your CS. One, I don't see how being part of a warrior clan, merits high position into The Hierarchy. Two, your characters grandfather wouldn't have been assassinated. Think about it, with them coming into power, they'd publicly execute him as a message to everyone. thirdly, supposing your families position in power, it is likely to assume they'd be stripped of their rights, and bumped down to a lower status of people for fighting against the powers that be. So, adjust accordingly, and you may make it in before the slots are filled....Speaking of which....

@EVERYONE- I am now officially accepting characters.

Big font catch your attention? Good. It was supposed to. Yes, the time has come NOW. Once I accept a character, they are Locked Into The RP. Ominous? Perhaps a little. This means should you drop out, or stop posting, This DOESN'T mean your character is gone. Ohohohoho oh no. You have gained entry into my world, and now have a special place in it. Should the before mentioned things happen to you, Your Character will still be in the RP, under MY control. However, if you have to leave the RP thanks to whatever reason and are unable to post. Talk With Me, And We Will Make Arrangements! Back to the topic on hand. That's right, even without you, your character will continue to play a part in the RP. Unless they die. On the matter of Character Death, should you die within the RolePlay; you are gone. Nothing will save you. But this opens the door for someone else to take your spot. So I implore those whom are accepted, tread carefully, for I am very Unforgiving. These may seem like strange stipulations to many of you, and some may not exactly agree. So this is the point, that I will allow anyone to back out should they wish and allow others to have a better chance.

You may wonder "Sangre, this seems a bit odd for RPing, why are you doing it this way?" and you might be right in your assumptions. I have been around the block a few times when it comes to roleplays, and I for one, and sick and tired of good ideas dying because of lack of interest from BOTH GM's and Players. I am doing things this way as both an experiment, and a way for people to get used to my style of GMing. I give you my own promise, should people continue to participate, I'll always update. Even then, I'll finish up the story On My Own if need be. My ambitions will not falter or stop because of anything. I'd rather though, for it to not have to come to that. So I ask of you to help me build this world together, and any future ones I design. -Sangre de la Rosa

Now with that out of the way, lets begin accepting. Should I accept you, post your character in the Info Cache I am creating. Not before, but AFTER I accept you HERE In The OOC

When I reply your name, character name, and I LINK YOUR CS, YOU MAY POST IN CACHE!

Insane Soul, if you don't plan to make a character. Please get out of my OOC.

And done. Now with 21.8% more discrimination, 42.4% more ostracizing, 93.1% less fathers, and 76.6% more suffering (Hecarim tells me that's the magic right there).

 

Spoiler

 

Theme: Shinedown- I'm Alive

 

Name: Kohinata Hibiki

 

Gender: Male

 

Age:  19

 

Race: Halfbreed (CHALLENGE ACCEPTED)

 

Personality:  There was a time when Kohinata Hibiki was a passionate young man just shy of the prime of his life, enthusiastic about his future prospects, and hopeful for the future. That time, however, has long since passed. Now, he's little more than a hollowed out shell of the person he used to be. His hope has run out, his enthusiasm replaced by despair, and his passion turned to a quietly seething anger at the world. For him, the only reason to keep living is that death is worse. However, if he could secure a better life for himself, he thinks, then maybe, just maybe, he might be able to recover and return to his prior disposition. It's worth a shot, anyway...

 

Faction: If you asked? Sakura Rebellion. How true that is remains to be seen...

 

Skills: Hibiki is a Martial Arts virtuoso by necessity (see below). He can also tap into massive reservoirs of brute strength from his half-Oni side, but only in times of absolute desperation.

 

History:

In the town of Tokio Funka and the surrounding area, the presence of the Oni and all of the societal changes brought by their appearance is common knowledge. In the neighboring town of Johsai, however, the news was not so recognized. Oh, the word traveled fast, make no mistake, but with Oni only existing in stories and folklore it was far too easy to write such things off as falsehoods, to label the newsbringers as attention seekers who had taken statements such as "That businessman is so good he must be an Oni" far too literally. As such, any pleas for help fell on deaf ears in Johsai, where the people simply lived out their happy lives. Kohinata Hibiki was one of these people, working in the fields to help support his family and training himself in martial arts at night. It was hard, being the man of the house at such a young age, but his father had abandoned his family shortly before he'd been born, and neither Hibiki nor his mother knew who he was. Three years ago, however, all of that changed.

 

At that time, Johsai had been experiencing an inordinate number of disappearances. Women, children, even grown men on occasion would simply vanish in the night, never to be seen again. Investigations turned up absolutely nothing, and nobody knew what became of them. Only those who became fresh victims ever had the misfortune of finding the answer. And Hibiki was one such unfortunate man. It happened when he was out behind his house, practicing his kicks. Out of nowhere, half a dozen dark shapes surrounded him, and try as he might to fight them off they overpowered him effortlessly. Hibiki was knocked unconscious in the process, and when he woke up he had been tied up and tossed in the back of a cart that was rolling along the highway in the night along with several other townsfolk. It was not until sunrise that they knew where they were going- Tokio Funka, the town that they soon discovered had told the truth when it claimed to be overrun by demons. And they were all about to find out just how cruel a fist the Oni ruled with.

 

They were put up for auction, every last one of them. Most were bought for work in the mines and fields, but some were bought with something special in mind. When it was Hibiki's turn on the block, he resisted. Using nothing but his self-taught skills and a strength he'd never known he had, he managed to get free from one of the guards and made a run for it, only to be taken down a second later. Far from being displeased, however, one of the Oni at the auction was impressed and purchased him then and there. After he'd been "properly introduced" to his new life, the man who owned him told Hibiki why he'd been bought; he was going to be that Oni's next fighter in what was called "Dorei Shiai"- the Slave Games. A cruel, twisted form of entertainment not unlike the gladiatorial games practiced by the Romans, Oni who were interested would pick slaves of theirs that they believed were strong fighters to enter in fighting competitions with other slaves. The winner was rewarded with extra food and a warm bed for the night; the loser was either sent to the fields and forced to work until they collapsed, assuming of course that they weren't killed in the process.

 

As unwilling as he was to use his martial arts in such a manner, it didn't take long for Hibiki's drive to survive took over and led him to fight for his life night after night in the ring. In little time at all, he became the opponent to beat in the Games, taking down men twice his size and age with strength and endurance that seemed at times to rival those of an Oni. Naturally, such things drew suspicion from the Overseers and investors of the Dorei Shiai. How could this boy, self taught and scrawny as he was, be performing such feats? The answer came one night when, after another battle for his life, Hibiki was greeted, not with cheers and the escort to the warm bed, but one of the Greater Oni holding a woman by the collar of her torn and shredded kimono; his mother. Without any hesitation, the Oni demanded she "Tell the arena the truth." Almost crying from pains still healing, his mother used the last of her breath to shout that she had laid with an Oni, and that Hibiki was the result. The arena had gone silent as the weight of what they had just heard hit them; this boy they had been watching was a Bachihan, or "cursed half." The jeers and angry shouting soon followed. Some were demanding disqualification, others wanted him left in the mines to perish. But soon, one chant overtook them all; "Execution! Execution! Execution! Execution! EXECUTION!"

 

Just as Hibiki prepared to fight for his life on last time, however, the Oni who held his mother raised his hand once more. The gesture seemed to cast a spell over the audience, as one by one they all fell silent. Then he spoke to them all. "Friends," he began, "Let us not behave like savages. There is a code that we must follow. And that code states..." with an aching slowness he began to draw a blade from his belt, "BLAME NOT THE CHILD FOR THE PARENT'S SINS!" And with a single, dreadfully clean swipe he decapitated the only family Hibiki had ever known, no more than 5 meters in front of him.

 

The young man could never remember what happened after that. As soon as his mother's blood splattered against his face, everything else became a blur. He heard the crowd roaring as he was dragged back to his slave housing, but whether it was more jeering or shouts of approval he could not say. After that, Hibiki's life did something he thought impossible; it took a stark turn for the worse. Now that his status as a halfbreed was known, it seemed nobody was on his side. Humans treated him like a traitor or a carrier for some horrible disease. Even his fellow slaves and fighters, who he'd known for almost three years, wouldn't go near him or look him in the eye. It was as though, in their eyes, he stood accused of some treason and would drag them down with him. He could not talk to them, could not eat with them, could not even be near them without being bathed in hostility and silent condemnation. And the Oni, who had never been on his side to begin with, treated him worse still. To them, he was nothing short of an abomination, a travesty bound in flesh that nearly all of them would have killed with their own hands but for the words of the Oni that had slain his mother. It didn't take them long to find a solution, however; all that was required, they realized, was that he lose in the Dorei Shiai. And so, he was invited to compete once more, and knowing nothing else he accepted.

 

But these were not ordinary matches. As compensation for his status, the organizers of the games arranged for his fights to "have the scales balanced properly." Hibiki was forced to fight under handicaps of various natures, all designed to ensure his downfall in the ring. They pitted him against two, sometimes even three opponents. They sent him in barehanded against enemies wielding swords and naginatas. They hung great iron chains on his ankles and bound him to the wall. For one match, he was blindfolded and set against a notorious murderer who was given a knife. And yet, in spite of all of it, he still managed to win. It was no longer about surviving, or earning a reward- the former wasn't guaranteed, and the latter was outright denied to him. It was about spiting everybody who now treated him like an outcast, about showing all of them, human and Oni alike, that they could hate and despise him all they wanted because he didn't care. All he cared about what that he would not surrender and go quietly into the night.

 

But Hibiki was not the only one who didn't care what had to be done. That much was made clear to him on his final night in the arena. When he arrived, he was surprised to see that there was no physical handicap. No blindfold, no chains, no pre-fight bruising, nothing of the sort. Moreover, when he entered the ring, it was only him and the referee present, with no opponent in sight- just a small box with a spirit tag draped over it. The referee announced that they had finally found a challenger worthy to fight "The undefeated Bachi-han" on equal footing. Then, they removed the tag from the wooden box. Barely a second later the top flew open and out from the box leaped a voracious wolf spirit, driven mad by hunger, that immediately began to circle Hibiki. A small star flew out of somewhere in the audience, cutting the boy's cheek just barely. No serious damage was done, but the scent of his blood was in the air. And that was all it took to set the wolf spirit onto him.

 

Quite predictably, he lost. Badly. As hard as he fought back, there was no way a simple man with no knowledge of the arcane arts could defeat a spirit. He certainly would have been killed, had something in the audience not drawn the wolf spirit's attention and coaxed it into breaking out of the ring and trying to devour the viewers. Once the spirit had been subdued and resealed, the command was given to throw the match's loser into the slave fields and leave him to die from his wounds. But out in the fields, help came from an unexpected source; a Tengu who identified with the Greater Oni appeared that night and treated his wounds. This Tengu informed Hibiki that despite being a halfbreed, the Oni blood that he possessed was the real deal. Furthermore, the Tengu knew the secret to awakening that heritage completely. Even as a halfbreed, he could pass for a full fledged Oni and, with his already formidable strength aided by demonic power, he would surely find a welcome place in the ruling caste. And all he had to do was infiltrate a certain rebellious organization and sell them out at the apex of their plans...

@Slice- Just fix the format issues near the end. Otherwise, you are golden. welcome to "The List".

@Usey- Do not apologize. Your character is perfect. It's in my list.

Here we goooo!

Spoiler

"If you're not having fun then what's the point?"

Name: Zakari
Gender: Male
Age: Around five-hundred and seventy or so, as near as I can guess. My kitsune form has five-tails. So my guess should be pretty close.
Race: Lesser Oni - Kitsune
Personality: I've been called a lot of things in my life. Mischievous. Capricious. Dangerous. Monstrous. Friendly. The list goes on and on. And I can't really disagree with any of them. They've all had an element of truth. But how I'd describe myself is much simpler. 'Old.' I've seen a lot. And I've seen it more than once. I've lived and loved and lost and found and done it all again and again. And more than anything I'm bored of the repetition. Which is why I like change. When things get shaken up, things get fun. It's why I like new and unique things. Especially when it comes to people. I like the oddball and the underdog more often than not. And most of all I just want things to be entertaining. It's the reason I helped the Oni take everything. And it's the same reason I will help the humans take it all back.
Faction: Sakura Rebellion
Skills: The usual tricks of the Kitsune trade. Shape-shifting, fox form, human form, anywhere in between, I have a few different human forms I can take. Samurai style sword fighting that I learned amongst the humans. My natural aptitude for fighting, and my youkai body, help out tremendously when it comes to fighting.
History: You ever hear the folk tale about a fox who lives a hundred years and gains the power to change to human form? Turns out it's true. And it's really quite a surprising thing for an elderly fox to go through. Though calling it 'elderly' is making light of an extraordinarily long fox life. Of course, as a fox, you don't think about that sort of thing. You just know that people keep going away, but you do not. It's very strange to think that I once acknowledged that fact, yet had no idea why it happened. Something as simple as 'I am old.' was beyond my grasp. Until I reached 100 years of age. It was like a rebirth in a sense. And I guess, in a sense, it really was. For I became more than a crafty old fox that day. When I finally learned to change back into a fox form I took the risk of going through with it, knowing that I may lose my new found mind. But I also knew that if I lost it, I wouldn't know. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Thankfully I managed to keep my mind.

For a start I was still practically a fox. I was smarter, yes. But still a fox. A tense bundle of hunger, survival instincts and skittish responses to noise. It would mystify me why I ran from a rustling bush, when in my mind I knew it was just the wind. Eventually my mind managed to take control. Sense and sensibility won out over instinct. But I never lost my connection to nature, and more importantly, to my family. It used to be that all I cared about was protecting my forest. To keep my friends, family and home safe. But no matter what I tried their lives would end, and I would keep going. As is the curse of living longer than others. Saving lives to watch them end. It was a bittersweet existence.

And then humans started turning up. Humans, with their long lives, vast stomachs and dangerous disregard for the life of my forest and its inhabitants.

Protecting the forest became harder, a lot harder, when the humans turned up. Their hunters would claim family and friends as trophies. I didn't begrudge them for that, it was the natural order. As an animal once ruled entirely by instinct I understood that. But it was still painful. I killed a lot of huntsmen back then. And I do mean a lot.

Slowly the chopping down of trees came to a crawl, and they would grow more food for themselves. I know now that they had settled there. The little place next door to my forest became Tokio Funka. The initial surge of activity was them building houses and farms. And as time passed I became more and more interested in them. Watching them grow old took a lot longer than it did with my family. Over the years I even got to know some of them, in my human form of course. To be honest I preferred them and their wits to the general confusion of my forest friends. I had a hell of a lot of fun messing with the humans. Getting to know the humans. Learning from the humans. Watching them grow old and fall in love. Watching them have children. Things that would take a fox three years, they spread it out over fifty years and squeezed every drop of joy out of it. It was really quite incredible to see.

And then, suddenly, I was approached about the Oni invasion. They wanted help. And I wanted to be entertained. So I agreed to help. Now, hearing that, some may wonder why. Why would I agree to help in such a thing? After I just got done telling you how much I enjoyed my time with humans. Well, that answer is simple. I am selfish. I liked the humans, but I like myself more. And this promised to be very interesting. And at my age it's unbelievable how strong the pull of 'interesting' can get. So of course I joined them. And, if I do say so myself, I helped out a fair bit in the planning stages. I had experience with humans after all, and more than a little experience with Tokio Funka. But when the time came and Oni arrived. The humans... Well... Let's just say I thought they were going to be more formidable than they turned out to be. You hear stories don't you. Stories of Demon Slayers. Strong humans able to defeat Oni at the drop of a hat. I went along with the invasion plans thinking it'd be fun. Thinking it'd be a challenge. But I was sorely disappointed.

We were too efficient for it to be fun. Of course, the rest of the Oni wanted that. They get their fun from the domination of the humans. But that holds no interest for me. You see, I didn't realize it until we actually invaded. But, the humans, those delightfully free and long living humans. Innocent and ignorant in all things supernatural. Watching them live. Having fun with them. Pulling pranks and generally messing with them, that, was the fun part. Without me noticing, the old Tokio Funka had become my new forest, literally in some places as the wood they had used was from my trees. My new home was amongst them. And they were an endless source of entertainment. I realized too late obviously, the invasion was already complete. But once again my forest needs to be protected. Even if that means going against the Oni and their cohorts.

 

I have no problems with this at the moment. I will give it another close eye review when I start officially accepting, but as of now; the best CS so far.

@Missy and Jellybean- I am a little strict ya, but I am fair~

CS is now up. Along with updated answers to some questions people have posed to me.

I implore you, to read the Q&A I have made in my initial post. Rather than make many posts and clutter up the OOC, or make things hard to find for people, I will put answers to the pertinent good questions in that section for easy viewing and access. 

Though for simple ones, I will of course answer you normally. But I ask main talks and stuff you'd like to work on about your personal character development be PMed to me. I know the answers to your questions, and will give it to you straight. This is to reduce ear by ear by ear knowledge that is disjointed and muddled. This isn't to say, that you cant talk with others about your character, I invite you earnestly to do so. Just if you need a true 1 on 1 with the GM, you know where to find me.

トキヲ・ファンカ

"It's a crazy town."

GM: Sangre de La Rosa

Co-GM: Wandering Rogue

This RolePlay is rated M for Mature.

It contains Sex, Drugs, and Murder.

Including but not limited to,

Vicious demons feasting upon entrails with vivid description,

Prostitutes stabbing men in the back during coitus,

A great manner of terrible things happening to innocent people,

And use of tobacco.

Premise

Our Story Now

Factions/Races

Character Sheet

This is where I will be creating a Q and A based on the questions some of you may ask.

I require patience in waiting for said answers, I am a busy woman.

Questions, With Answers

Britzbaby! I AM SO VERY SORRY! I am out of town(country actually) for family stuff, and it was really very abrupt.

I am going to be back home tomorrow evening and will crank out some stuff for you!

My deepest apologies.