BladeRunner

"Yeah... Sure..." Toshiro replied as he was confused by some party. Of course he started to realize some details the longer he looked between the two, the feel he got from the situation was wrong. Not in the way he just barged into the pair literally having sex, but in the way that things seemed forced, there was struggle and unwanting in this room. Toshiro turned his head to Elie and made a gesture with his eyes to move. Things were about to get ugly, and the little voice in his head kept egging him on. He took a breath as his power started to grow, slowly, but surely. Toshiro addressed the... Demon(?), "You know, I dont appreciate rapists." The man began to roll up the sleeves to his undershirt after removing the suit he wore. He popped his neck and knuckles, his energy sparking although he couldn't feel nor see it quite yet. For as untrained as he was Toshiro's body seemed acclimated to fighting already as if he's been doing it for a very long time, "Aside from looking like an extra from a Rob Zombie film, that stupid outfit of your's is gonna need a changing after I'm done with you."

Sorry if my post seems a bit rushed, getting ready for bed and all. If I need to edit lemme know.

"A trip? To see who? VIP treatment... Okay, whatever." Were the words of one Tatsuba Toshiro, a young and up and coming businessman with nothing holding him back... Except himself. Traveling from Tokyo was a pain in the ass, a drag as was his motto, apparently he had won some super rare lottery to have a one on one meet and greet with... Some singer named Emile? No wait... Shit, he forgot. After the concert was over Toshiro was directed as to where to go and since he felt adventurous the young man... Just wanted to leave. The only benefit he gets out of this was for his older Takamo who happened to be a fan and wanted an autograph. Whatever the case, at least he got to travel at the beginning of his fourth year of high school which was nice. Toshiro and his brothers were always known for their wicked physique, strength and speed and endurance unfounded even by athletic standards. He always thought that certain genes that allowed for such things existed abd just stuck with that, his adoptive parents, Dave and Linda Grindell, did their best to teach the boys how to hold back their strength and be normal. Or as normal as they can get. Unfortunately it didn't help the fact that they could see ghosts and even talk to the dead bastards... But that was a ballgame on its own. But what also didn't help was the fact that recently Toshiro had been attracting a different kind of attention. Freaks with weird powers usually try to fight him, of course they get beat up every time but that was besides the point. He really needed to get back on the meds, because there were occasions where he had seen fireballs, dark spheres, mlnstere, and the likes. Toshiro unfortunately was diagnosed with light schizophrenia, and of course, "I forgot the fucking pills at home... Man, what a drag." But that was when he felt it. Something wicked, something... Familiar. Toshiro had a weird sense of picking up a presence(?) anytime those, "Freaks," Were around. And this one was close, close to another one that was smaller. And unfortunately, it was in this supposed singer's room that he was approaching currently. Why him?! Upon his approach there were sounds of moaning, grunting, gasping, it made the man gulp and furrow his brows. Toshiro then turned and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" A tiny voice in his head sounded. "Yeah, no thanks, I don't do sloppy seconds or dirty thirds." Toshiro replied annoyed by a wasted trip. But then his body stopped. Something was off, something forced and wrong. Toshiro turned back again and stared at the door, his moral dilemma kicking in until that voice sounded again, "We both know you can't just leave. Remember that intelligence fellow you saved from that bloated clown?" Sighing again, Toshiro marched his way to the door until trying the knob. Locked. He knocked several times and there was no answer, but that voice kept nagging him until finally he was pissed off enough to kick the door open. Except that when he did the entire thing literally flew off the hinges and into the nearest wall, narrowly missing the assailant's head in the process. And thus, the young man was greeted by a... Sight. "Oh... Sorry, I'm the uh... Ticket winner to one on one with a Miss..." Toshiro then pulled out a paper and read it over, "Eli Catapult? Sorry, reading English is new to me. So... Should I come back or...?" Unbeknownst to Toshiro his own energy was accumulating into the room of the demonic and magical presence. One would say he was a knight but unawakened, but there was something wretched about it, similar to a demon's but not quite, dark yet in balance and unhindered by the purity of his power. To one trying to feel him out the one thing that was apparent, was that he was a threat, whether he actually knew it or not. Toshiro looked at the sight almost in disgust, and the moment he took one step into the room his presence forced itself into it. "See, I fucking told you!" "Ignore the sight you oaf! You're in danger!!"

Name: Tatsuba Takamo Race: Human (Knight) Alias (primarily for Magical Girls/Knights): The Witching Knight Gender: Male Age: 23 Hair: Black Eyes: Red Short Bio: When it comes to Tatsuba Takamo, the man is ambitious and charismatic. Despite being a young man Takamo is seen as mature and professional, always seemingly wearing his suit anywhere he goes. As a businessman, Takamo knows how to play mind games and has plenty of patience and experience, the same could be said for his Knighthood. The man is covered in tattoos, and possess black unkempt hair, with eyes that look like a raging fire. Tatsuba Takamo grew up in the Kanto Region of Japan, however his life early on was met only with grief. The boy had saved his brothers from a massacre, a demon on the prowl who seemed to be looking for something. When they made it to the nearest city Takamo was met by a strange man in robes who would help the boys and in return, Takamo would secretly train. Whether or not this was a trick, panic had already been settled in, and so the boy nodded. When they had been adopted, Takamo had been in the process of becoming a Knight and already had shown the prowess of a prodigy. By 16, Takamo had made his name known as the “Witching Knight,” As he was resistant to monster and demonic powers… And could use and absorb their abilities to his advantage. He was famously/infamously known for carrying the Scion Stinger, a curved short sword that was bright orange like a fire, and dealt necrosis and poison to evil forces; but what powers he further possessed were unknown and what else the Scion Stinger could do was a mystery, as Takamo had taken an early retirement after the Hade Incident that had flattened the entire island in black flames. Orientation: Straight

Oof, where should I throw Toshiro? He's in Japan currently but if I need him to travel I can have him travel to other parts of the world as some reward from school or whatever?

Which topic do I need to follow? I apologize

"Lunari is it? That's new... I'll have to categorize that one." The Protogen said to himself as internally he made a bew folder on the potential appearances of these creatures based on Xyvee's appearance. It was bizarre enough, they again, Vulture was some Furry's fantasy come to life, so he took it being a bizarre case back. Just as the Protogen was about to suggest training exercise to see how experienced she was, the Lunari suggested something else. Something that Vulture had to double back on. If Saex was exactly what he thought it was, for one it was inappropriate, and two... It was illogical. He really thought about the situation then a thought came to mind that perhaps saex was something else. The alien did speak broken English, so his mind was set that this was the best logic. Crossing his arms, the Protogen asked with a quarked brow, "Very well... Show me what this "Saex" is then. I'm curious now."

Sooo I'm actually gonna be looking for a partner here pretty soon. Toshiro's interactions are all connected one after the other, I don't like to do "what if's" with characters of my own as I want them to have one whole story; pretty much chapters would be different stories he partakes in. If that makes sense. I'm planning two other characters too, they do tie into the shenanigans of Toshiro but fir different reasons, so their stories are of a similar matter as to how I want them to go (as far as a characters canon/timeline go)

Now standing did Vulture look down at the little potato. Psychic perhaps? He hummed as he listened to the broken English, a digit tapping on a TACPAD of something random. After he was finished the Protogen frowned upon being asked if he was Human. Somewhere in his mind and pride did he feel disgusted. "Human? No. Of Human make, yes. I am a Generation One Bio-Mechanical Semi-Organic Android. Or a Protogen for short. I am not one of those... Meatbags." Vulture's coloration of his facial lines on his visor changed color, glitching in fast second intervals before returning to the usual blue, he sighed, "By design my kind were created to... Be servants... Slaves, to the Humans. But that was long ago..." The Protogen realized that the TACPAD he held was destroyed by his grasp, tossing it onto the table, he realized some feelings got stirred up. Easy, Vulture, regulate bloodflow and slow your heart. The Protogen then looked back to the alien and continued, "But enough if me, what exactly are you? I don't have your kind in my memory."

Security? That was odd that a small creature such as this was allowed to act as security personnel. Then again, a war criminal such as Vulture was allowed onto the small team, if he didn't have military experience and legal help then he would've been decommissioned long ago. But a three foot tall alien? Was she strong? Did she have some innate powers? It was a mystery. With that established, Vulture asked, "Were you not in orientation before we went into cryo? Basic training, military training, and knowing the layout of the ship are required. Were you not given such things?"

Did I vote for both versions of Ryan? I'm, I meant the female version or however that worked. Which I got plenty of time to wait as well, y'all just let me know when we're ready to roll

Sweet, just lemme know when I should join. Not sure how I'll intro Toshiro but I'll figure it out. Certainly wouldn't mind also playing some NPC monsters on the few occasions? Just to spice things up, it'd be from the wacky/goofy sentient one's with personality to real actual demonic/otherworldly beasts that are purely bloodlusted.

I gotcha. I'll join a team then, if ya don't mind at all.

Y'all ain't gotta wait at all, I'll probably post them when this club picks up some more members. That said, I wouldn't mind Toshiro joining a team with those three if they'd have him. I also hadn't realized he'd be on a team, I completely missed that line lol. But if I do post more characters they'll be used as NPCs for the time being if anything, just making an appearance every once in a blue moon till they're ready to use

Hm, if anyone is interested I got Toshiro available? Replies will be slow due to with but I'm very interested. I'll also have another character or two open here soon(ish)

Took awhile to find a good picture, but finally got my character done up. Man looks like a unit

Name: Tatsuba Toshiro Race: Human (Knight) Alias (primarily for Magical Girls/Knights): For now… Don't think I'll give Toshiro a name quite yet. I'll let others come up with an alias when he becomes more experienced. Gender: Male Age: 18 Hair: Black Eyes: Red Short Bio: When it comes to Tatsuba Toshiro, the man is… Quiet, intense, and of course stubborn above all things. He doesn't typically socialize with others, keeping his friend circle small and selective much like keeping the snakes from the fruit; in other words he isn't very trusting. When one does get to know Toshiro he certainly has his hobbies and dreams of being a business owner, he is very ambitious and never seems to know how to give up. Tatsuba Toshiro grew up in the Kanto Region of Japan, however his life early on was met only with grief. Being a survivor of a mass slaughter, the boy witnessed his family being butchered by what one would call a “Demon.” Luckily he only survived as his older brother, Takamo, had snuck Toshiro and his infant brother, Teru, from harm's way. From then on they were adopted by an American family that moved to Kyoto. Unfortunately the boy's troubles were just beginning, as after the incident he was able to see and converse, and even make contact with the dead and energies. His brothers could do the same, and each had an inhuman strength for their ages, however learning to conceal their strange abilities, they grew into fine young men. Toshiro would partake in martial arts here and there, learning a few things as well as studying business, liquor brewing, and anything regarding religion and spiritualism. Unbeknownst to him, Toshiro’s life will take a sudden turn. Orientation: Straight

Like a festering parasite the alien moved on in all willy-nilly, however the wording of Secretary caught the bio-mechanical being's attention. Ah, that explains it... Why the fuck would something like this be a secretary if they spoke broken English? Vulture lingered his gaze on the critter as it looked at the screen, obviously fixated on it until she asked for the name of the action and his own name. It was a bizarre sight to behold. "Model 245, designation, Vulture. And whst you are watching," Vulture clicks off the television set, "Are sports. Are you... Unfamiliar with your job as a secretary?" To the point and cut and dry, Vulture was one for no nonsense. If it were to take gis mind off the past this little shenanigan was better than just sitting on his tail. That said, Vulture stood up, though he was only 5'3" he still was much taller than... Chibi? Whatever.

Will post my character in a few days.

Sighing again, Vulture went ahead and turned on an old 80's styled television set that was built into the wall. He went with Recorded Sports ecirdedabd sifted through the various clips until settling on a more recent one... After the end of the war of course, a month afterward actually. Griffball (I'm stealing this from Halo/Red VS. Blue) was a sport that came into being in 2042 A.D. and quickly became an American favorite. The Protogens minds were composed of a combination of Human and animal cells, so memories that weren't his were available. "Let's see... Ah, Texas Marshalls against the Kansas Chiefs, this ought to be a good one." Vulture thought as the Texas anthem, then the National anthem, then the world anthem played one after another. Of course he can easily multitask between the sport feed and his duties, given his thoughts process faster than that of a Humans, like a computer. And just as Vulture was watching the game he heard the hissing of the door, he turned in his seat to see... No one? No, he looked lower to see the gray sausage roll of an alien step on through, speaking in a small but proud voice. He barely knew any of these people, this one included. What was her name? But what struck him odd was the fact she was reporting for duty as if she worked here... Hell, She probably was the Protogen's supervisor. "You're... Yes, how may I help you?" Vulture asked in a low tone, as if the little bag of potatoes was a stranger to him. She is a stranger.

Sure! That would be great!

Between the various areas of the Recreation Sector were the Security Ward: a set of rooms and halls dedicated to the safety of the . Within this area are the receptionist area, interview rooms, evidence and lockers, storerooms and the highly secure cells and detention vaults. ----------------------------------------------- Vulture was watching footage of the mess hall where... He was simply watching out of pure boredom. The various rooms at the front of the Security Ward were offices for personnel and the likes, of course the Ward itself was empty with sparse officers here and there. Not that he cared, routine drills and patrols were necessary enough to keep him from talking with others. Not that anyone would have to do with Vulture given his model were instrumental in the fight against Earth years ago. No one won that conflict. The Protogen's thoughts were cut off when an alarm on his terminal went off. Ah yes, server review. He logged into the databases server to look over any logins not authorized. It would be like this for some time, looking through logs and various pages stored within memory of the vessel. Vulture couldn't help but think back to his service with Lunar Corp. and what it took to fight alongside them. The lies, the manipulation, first generation models of the Protogen were fooled into joining, but the industries and treatment to his kind were... Abusive, excessively so. Slaves, that's all they were until the war ended. As his anger and irritation was beginning to swell, Vulture's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden chime of another notification. He looked up to see the message, an hour has passed since he logged in and immediately started to do mental math. Had it already been an hour? He leaned back into his chair sighing into the silent nothingness. Vulture knew there was nothing else to do besides mundane tasks. Perhaps a patrol would do?

Gotta ask, this is taking place in modern times? Can't help but feel an 80's anime aesthetic to it. I just wanna make sure before jumping into character making. Also, how do you feel about a character discovering their power via reaching adulthood? I can go into further detail on that if you'd like.

I am so sorry for the inactivity, I work overnights so long shifts tend to be my focus. Here soon I'll have a thread up for the Security Ward. If anyone is interested in playing around with Vulture hit me up :3

Believe it or not he was in cryo for "containment" reasons. Even though the Lunar-Earth war was finished, there are still echoes of it in the forms of Vulture. I can imagine that Warning had staring contests with herself in the mirror and somehow won.