YangYamanagi

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Added one new character to the Resort. Possibility of more coming likely as I get back into the flow of writing.

Added some clarification to the post. In addition updated the site with the characters. There are now buttons on each characters page for easier navigation, as well as added 5 new characters!

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>3> Pudding Ghost. That is all. Is short for a reason, wrote it like a year ago, but I might revisit it at some point! “Ohhh chocolate!” The voice of a young man echoed through the empty kitchen, the door to the fridge hung open. As he turned to find a spoon, he floated through the kitchen. He was a ghost, albeit a very simple one. Even in the afterlife, he had found a way to go hunting for what he always loved to eat. Pudding. “Hmmm, we’ve got chocolate, vanilla, butterscotch, lemon, and banana. I don’t really like butterscotch or banana, so I’ll leave those behind.” He quickly removed the flavours he didn’t like from his growing collection. A myth had begun to spread through the town, one that was very much rooted in truth. Someone was sneaking into peoples houses at night and stealing the pudding they leave in the fridge. The culprit was indeed the ghost. A young boy who loved pudding when he was alive, and now found out he could eat as much of it as he wanted now that he was a ghost! “Alright, backpack is full, onto the next fridge!” And such was what he would do every night. Go house to house in search of pudding, all to satiate an unending desire for his favourite treat.

Surely this counts right? At first, they were simple experiments. Slight alterations to the DNA, muscle degeneration and regrowth. Re-creating a sharks ability to regrow its teeth on a bone and tissue level. All to help further humanity. But it went south quickly. Almost 2 months into the experiments, the head researcher cancelled all tests on willing subjects. He insisted on using himself for the tests, claiming that it would be better in the long run to use a single subject, than spread it out over a wide range of candidates. Those of us that agreed, made the biggest mistake. 1 month after this, he had changed. He was almost 8 feet tall, his muscle mass accounted for almost 70% of his body weight, and his mind was clearly changing. A new assistant had come in, one that didn’t question or run the numbers to try and convince him otherwise. We all had our concerns, but we couldn’t voice them. He had changed. The smallest outburst was now a volatile weapon. His body had been morphed into a mass of pure power, and he was truly drunk on it. “MORE! We’re not done yet! We finally have access to prehistoric DNA, and we’re going to use it!” He shouted, positioning himself into the bed we had prepared. It didn’t feel right, but none of us wanted to die. I wanted to pull the plug, but I couldn’t risk the chance that he would turn to me and lash out. But I didn’t have to. The new assistant literally pulled the plug before he could even finish getting into the bed. “I’ve seen enough. Make your choice doctor. Live the way you are now or die a greedy mass of flesh and bone.” His words were strange, and clearly true. He was threatening the doctor, and his poise and stature shifted to show he was serious. “What did you say to me? Do you have any idea what I could do to you if you don’t do as your told!?” “Doctor, you can’t hurt me. No amount of power you gain through your crude experiments is going to change what you really are deep down; a greedy power-hungry human.” “Excuse me!? Who the hell do you think you are!?” “Who am I?” In response to the question, the assistant stepped towards the bed. His clothes faded away, and a long black robe replaced them. Around him floated an assortment of blades and weapons, moving as though they had a mind of their own. “Its simple, I’m a Reaper.” Reapers were a myth. Something that couldn’t exist because magic couldn’t exist. Yet there was irrefutable proof standing before me that they were real. I was told stories about them as a child, and they didn’t give justice to how dangerous this man was. A single footstep froze me in place, and his words almost brought me to tears. “That’s a myth!” The doctor was now standing, no, towering over him. His body began to change, shift and mold itself with the mass of DNA mixed inside of him. His arms expanded, his legs exploded out, and his muscles glowed red. “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FOOL!” His words echoed through the room, but what followed was not words. It was the thud of weight dropping to the floor. When the connection was finally made, the doctors screams filled the room. His arms lay on the ground away from him, and his legs had fallen forward to each side of the Reaper. His torso was now on the ground, his back against the tiles. In a matter of seconds, the Reaper had reduced the doctor to an immobile bloody mess. “You humans are all the same.” He spoke, kneeling down to look the doctor in the eye. “You feel that twinge of greed, that want, and let it consume you. Whether it be people, possessions, money, or power, you all have a deep ingrained sense of avarice that you can’t escape.” “Of course, that doesn’t matter to me. I lived my life consumed with greed and avarice. In the end, it only brought me death. Now I spend my time curing your species of that curse that never seems to leave.” “W-What are you…?” The doctors voice was filled with fear, knowing that his life was now coming to an abrupt end. “I told you already.” The Reaper responded, raising to his feet. “But let me be specific, since you’re going to die.” “I am Alistair, the Reaper of Greed.”

Where do I even begin? Somewhere obviously, so lemme do that. She is amazinggggg. Can keep up, and push me to my writing limits, something roleplay hasn't done in YEARS. Sure she may take a little while, but I mean I take just as long to reply to her sometimes. I'm never disappointed when I read a response from her, and I have to fight my instinct to reply right away sometimes, don't want to aggravate my wrists after all. At the end of the day, she's awesome, very, very good at what she does, and super interesting to just talk to as well. 5 Stars!!!!

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Dungeons and Dragons notes and NPC character sheets. Gotta prep for DND tonight after all!

Name: Yang Yamanagi Age: 500+ (looks 21) Gender: Male Species: Human Origin: Waking up after an afternoon nap, Yang finds himself lost on an island in, as far as he's concerned, the middle of no where. Height: 6' 2" Weight: 225 pounds Eye Colour: Hazel Hair Colour: Grey with brown highlights Physical Description: Average build with average muscle tone. If he ate any less, he might be start becoming skin and bones. Sexual Orientation: Straight Penis Length: 7 inches Breast Size: / Sensitivity: Basic human sensitivity. Abilities/Powers: Cursed with near undeath and Necromancy. When he is killed, he instead doubles his almost non existent powers. Not without limit, if his magic grows too much, his body will shatter and be crushed under the weight and pressure of his own magic. Skills: Simple magic control, strengthening his muscles and bones so he can punch harder and move faster. Can shoot a gun with some decent skill.