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RPG » Masako Hihashi, the Alpha Predator

We all know that humanity is atop the food chain, not for their natural gifts, but for its capacity to adapt to situations and more importantly thanks to tools.

Yet what if something appeared in our world that could adapt its body to the situation on the spot, forced acclimatization to any environment or challenge

What would that being become? A God? A Demon?... no, nothing so esoteric. Whoever can adapt faster and more efficiently will be atop the Food Chain.

An Alpha Predator, whose prey is everything that walks the Earth, swims in the Sea or soars the Sky. A creature with the ability to overcome humanity’s advantages without technological help.

One could argue that the Hidden World Denizens could fall into that category, but even the inhuman ones have values, or customs. The ones who don’t are just animals.

Just adapting to any circumstance isn’t enough to triumph in the race for evolution. One shouldn’t focus on only increasing their strength but they would need to purge their weaknesses.

What is the human weakness you may ask? Is the lack of natural weapons? Their relative weakness in comparison with fiercer predators? No, emotions are humanity’s weakness.

Animals may feel emotions, but not on the level humans do. Animals ruled by instinct that overcomes emotions are more efficient. Humans ruled by emotions or logic are not.

They spend their time thinking or feeling, that slows them down and in the grand scheme of things stopping to run is basically surrendering to the Predators.

A being that can adapt and isn’t tied by emotion or instinct seems the perfect fit to become the wolf among men.

Unluckily for us all we may have found him…

Name: Masako Hihashi

Alignment: Villain

Age: 26

Height: 1.81 mts (Variable)

Weight: 193 Kg (Variable)


Born and raised in Japan, son of a Japanese Diplomat and a Chinese politician, Masako suffered a rift the moment he was born, as only months after his birth, his father returned to China while his mother stayed in a local government position rather than continuing with her diplomatic career. The young Masako took his mother maiden surname, while his father surname is Lei. For his mixed blood he was continuously mocked and picked on the school, slowly making him bitter and angry at the world. Being alone and in constant attack he became cold and unforgiving, turning against anybody that dared to bother him. In only months he made the whole school afraid of him, even the teachers and staff couldn’t oppose him. Thus he reached to the conclusion that the only way to be happy is to rule over others, and to rule over others he needs to be feared and to be feared he needs to be powerful. Thus he will achieve true happiness through the suffering of others under his rule. His most common quote is “The weak are the food for the strong, is the law of nature” and according our exams and analysis his “goal” in life, as he describes it, is to be in the top of the food chain, quite literally.

His powers developed through and accident and activated after a traumatic experience he calls “My True Birth”. He fought against a new gang that tried to take the control of his “domains” he won the fight, but the almost dead delinquents launched a kamikaze attack and pushed him off the ledge in the school rooftop. He cracked his skull open and something snapped inside of him, the faint remains of human conscience or empathy was destroyed and his incredible powers of his own cellular composition awakened. While he was comatose all the people under his “rule” started to tell about his sins and that information reached his mother. When Masako returned home she confronted him and without any kind of delay, the merciless monster killed his own mother in cold blood and ate her flesh. This finished his awakening and slowly he gained control over his powers. He decided that to further advance in his road to “greatness” and decided that he had to cut all the ties that remained to his humanity. He killed everybody that met him before his transformation and then he went for the last one, his own father.

He travelled to Europe, where his progenitor was staying, honing his skills along the way. He destroyed the Chinese embassy in Britain but got caught in the escape and placed in the Black Stone Prison. The Mangetsu Organization (erased from everybody's memory) turned him into a weapon, under the codename Shingetsu. He was sent to a forgotten Japanese Naval Base on an artificial island in which he encountered the living Metal Benkeinium, that encased him in a cocoon. Dr. Kago bought him from a rogue JHWAB agent in charge of the clean up duty in the Naval Base and he woke up in Osaka, during the events of Osaka Ablaze

Masako’s goal is quite simple, becoming the one above all the others in biological terms. He wants to be on the top of the food chain, he wants to consume the meat of different people, and he wants to taste their fear and desperation. He won’t consider himself as a Cannibal as he doesn’t consider himself as part of humanity anymore. Apart from the hunger that pushes him forward he lacks personality traits after his psyche was burned out after being engulfed by Benkeinium in the mission to retrieve the Amaterasu Submarine.



Masako can consume any living being and gain its memories and skills. This covers regular skills, he can get piano performing skills if he consumes a pianist, but he won’t get super powers. People with strong personalities or mental powers maybe prove to give him a “Mental Indigestion” that he has to fight internally to avoid them from trying to take control of his body.

The “souls” or better said, the psyche of those he consumes tend to manifest from time to time through the Benkeinium patches on his body, truly horrifying visages of suffering trying to escape from the prison Masako became for them. The Alpha Predator can recall their appearance at will. Yet there is an unexpected side-effect of the Assimilation.

Masako gets personality traits of the people he consumes stuck “in his teeth” slowly permeating him with traits, ticks or mannerisms of the people he consumes. Creating the illusion of being them to whoever knew them, something that can be equals parts useful and bothersome, as people can be fooled by it.


Masako’s body is almost 90% mineral, as the Benkeinium Metal has fused with him; this living metal is harder than Titanium while it remains in a fluid state. Masako can change its shape, density and properties to adapt to multiple situations. Yet in the case of battling an enemy he can successfully adapt against just one of them, not all.

He can take traits of animals and magnify their utility as every part is composed by Organic Metal, enhancing its durability and avoiding reaching to their limit. Masako can also create simple weapons or even create multiple extremities or tendrils to help him fight. The patches on his body can extend to form armor plates.

The Benkeinium can conduct electricity; Masako can adapt to avoid getting electrocuted or magnetized. It doesn’t rust and is smooth to the touch. Sharpening his weapons is question of concentration rather than skill, as he can modify the structure of the metal on a molecular level altering its sharpness and properties.


Masako’s current body at its utmost potential can fluctuate between these values, yet he will never reach the top of the three, he can top 1, have one in between and the remaining one on its minimum setting. His reflexes are linked to his speed.

Strength 1-5-10 Ton

Durability Bullets-Tanks-Heavy Artillery

Speed- 2x Human- Sub Sound- 2x Sound

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RPG » New Vice Awards

@Justalittlegirl: We all brag from time to time XD

Post by Kuro_San (1,359 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Kuro-san's Bio

@SamJaz: It was kind of obvious, wasnt it?

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RPG » Kuro-san's Bio

Updated the bio, added the official look and some extras

Post by Kuro_San (1,359 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Capital Of The UnderWorld (RP)

@ownagepants: @SamJaz: -That is truly worrying information, thanks for the heads up, as I am neither a criminal or the government I don’t see any issues with them.- Kuro-san finished his drink and left pay enough for everybody. He then turned to Slayer. –May I request you to follow me, I think I’ll be late for my appointment.- And with that said he left to the streets, moving towards Aoki’s offices here, his home away from home when he need to de-compress from handling Osaka’s Underworld and planning the Fights in the Illegal Hidden World Coliseum he had hidden under the city.

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RPG » Capital Of The UnderWorld (RP)

@SamJaz: @ownagepants: @Lobos_Del_Rayo:

Kuro-san drank the lemonade and started his inquiries. –I haven’t been here in a long time and I was just curious about who are the people that suddenly gunned a café, if I recall correctly firearms are restricted here, so you can understand my surprise upon seeing a horde of gun wielding lunatics trying to attack. - The Former Emperor was using the tone of voice his alter-ego, Usso Namae, used before he erased that identity from the memories of the world. He sounded warm, calming and wise.

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RPG » Capital Of The UnderWorld (RP)

@ownagepants: @SamJaz:

As soon as he heard the first shot Kuro-san already reacted. With cold efficiency he crouched and kicked down the table so he could use it as cover. Bullets whistled over him and some even got blocked by the table as he drank his glass of lemonade, which he managed to save before improvising the cover. Without even sweating or getting agitated from the bullet storm he talked to Slayer. –Thanks for ordering one for me, could you take care of the men outside? We will be late to the meeting and I really want to get this over with.-

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RPG » Kuro-san's Bio

“You gave me your mud and I turned it into Gold.”

Charles Baudelaire

Born in an average household, studied in an average school, had an average life. Those things could be said of *****; he went to college and got a business degree, living a predictable and boring life as an office drone. But ***** didn’t want to live like that and found refugee in gambling, the only thing that seemed to make his heart race. Yet as much as he liked it, he was unlucky and soon he was broke and indebted. ***** got cornered by the loan sharks, members of a Yakuza Clan, the Tsubasa Family, one of the strongest in Tokyo. They could have killed him on the spot, but the enforcer sent to get him had a moment of mercy upon seeing the void inside *****’s eyes and asked what he did for a living, he replied that he worked on an accounting firm. Instead of an unhealthy dose of lead on his gut he was offered a job, serving as the assistant to the aging Clan Accountant, Gorobei and possibly his replacement.

***** didn’t doubt, he wanted to stay alive and he took the opportunity. For 5 years he worked, gaining their trust and becoming one more of the Clan, for him this was one of the happiest periods of his life, feeling to be part of something. With time he was introduced to the shadiest parts of their activities and the average accountant turned into a full blown Yakuza, even to the point he carried a gun and knew well how to use it. He grew in influence and power in the Clan, as his combination of smarts and skill, something he didn’t knew he had, allowed him to climb the criminal ladder. His loyalty and contributions were rewarded as he started serving as the Clan head personal aide and bodyguard. In this position ***** met the love of his life, Nadeshiko Tsubasa.

“All beauties, like all possible phenomena, have something of the eternal and something of the ephemeral— of the absolute and the particular.”

Charles Baudelaire

***** and Nadeshiko’s romance started with stealthy stares, casual touches and gentle words. They couldn’t admit to their feelings, ***** was too loyal to the Tsubasa Okashira, while Nadeshiko wasn’t allowed to choose were to deposit her feelings. They kept it on the down low, never surpassing the unbreakable limit, the barrier of a hair width of space between their lips. But soon a false step exposed them. The Okashira was the last to find out, but surprisingly for the young lovers, he approved their union, considering ***** to be a proper choice, not only as his daughter’s husband but as the next in line for the Clan. Great joy filled both lovers’ hearts and almost all the other members of the Clan, all but one. The Enforcer that allowed ***** to leave felt as if the object of his mercy had betrayed him, since before the soon to be leader appeared he was the next in line. He felt like he had to do something about this “injustice” against him.

The marriage was celebrated with the utmost majesty and happiness, with the bride wrapped in white and ***** in black, with a suit presented to him by the Okashira himself. The pair couldn’t be happier, but they didn’t notice the extra guest. The Enforcer brought him into the party as a bodyguard. The happy occasion was died in red, just as the white kimono of the bride, whoever was the killer he destroyed the whole clan, against his instructions, like an unchained beast he lashed out against everybody in the celebration, dismembering them, splattering their guts all over the place. ***** fought, the Yakuza fought, even his wife took a gun and shoot the killer, but to no avail. The Assassin killed them all and escaped into the night, but he didn’t check his work and as his black silhouette vanished in the shadows after jumping the walls of the Clan House, ***** emerged from the bodies, covered in blood, black and eerie under the moonlight.

He dragged his wounded body until he found her wife, drenched in her own blood. Bitter tears rolled down his eyes as he lamented her death. When he couldn’t cry anymore and his throat was coarse from screaming he stood up and left, wandering the streets of Tokyo in direction to the outskirts, without any emotion except for sadness in his eyes, leaving a trail of blood behind him as he left, trying to put as much distance as he could from the place. He kept walking all night, the next day and the next night, avoided by whoever saw him. He walked until his legs couldn’t support him anymore and his feet were bleeding from the effort, ***** collapsed into a gutter besides an old rural road and all turned into darkness, finally sleeping for the first time in almost a week.

“Everything, alas, is an abyss, — actions, desires, dreams,


Charles Baudelaire

***** finally woke up in a monastery, a temple deep in the mountains of the north. He had no recollection of his trip, but he could remember without fail every detail of the Tsubasa Massacre, as it would be called with time. The monks tried to mend his broken heart and soul, but nothing worked, he was an empty shell of what once was a man, too submerged in grief, sadness, pain and sorrow to even eat by his own hand. As time went by the monks only worried more, and asked their leader what to do. The Sage of the Temple, the Head Monk Saisei offered them an option to save *****’s soul, or at least repair it enough. Hidden behind the temple existed a cave, were only the monks considered the wisest and the most enlightened were allowed to meditate, as the cave had dangers impossible to handle for the untrained mind. Still it was the only chance to force healing upon him, so they took the chance.

They took him into the cave and left him alone, hoping for the best and praying for his enlightenment. For 3 days and 3 nights not a sound came out from the cave, but when the sun of the 4 day broke a powerful scream, that could freeze the blood of the bravest man came out the cave, a lamentation as no other, like never in the world. The screams lasted for the all the day until the sun vanished in the horizon. The monks guarding the entrance heard the steps echoing in the cave and saw the man walking out. He wasn’t the same and he would never been, he had looked at the abyss and he embraced it. Their plan worked, he was able to dispel the pain and sorrow, but they took everything else, he opened the tap and never closed it, letting all his emotions leave just as his pain. His eyes were black and so were his heart and soul.

They asked what happened, but his response was a stern face, with an unchanging expression, as if his face lacked any emotion and even sucked others. They couldn’t stand to see what he had become and he didn’t care, but still for some reason he thought that not leaving traces here was for the best and set the monastery ablaze, and stood in the entrance watching and killing anybody who managed to escape the blazing inferno he created. He felt nothing as he did, he only considered necessary to avoid being followed, he didn’t want anybody to follow him. He was free from the chains of morality, empathy and emotion, the cave turned him into a cold, emotionless being, maybe not even fit to be classified as a human anymore.

“Do not look for my heart anymore; the beasts have eaten it.”

Charles Baudelaire

***** was reborn on his 30 birthday and for the next 10 years he started building an empire, etching his way into business, politics and the criminal underworld itself, gathering information and extending a network of informants across Japan. During this period he found out about the existence of the Hidden World, easily identifying the culprit of the Tsubasa Massacre as one of its members. During this time he also created the façade of Usso Namae, a wealthy businessman that hoped some day to enter into politics. During this time he found out about several mysteries, occult relics and demons, this information started to turn into a plan on his head. He would bring Nadeshiko back to life, no matter the cost. But love wasn’t in his mind anymore; maybe a ghost pain of his feelings remained, as when somebody feels pain in the place where a severed limb should be.

“I am a cemetery loathed by the moon.”

Charles Baudelaire

With economical power and contacts he created Mangetsu a criminal organization bent on taking Japan’s Criminal Underworld’s and he managed to do so, conquering Tokyo at last, even through a minor mystical crisis that included Tengu and Yakuza. ***** finally gathered all the necessary when he managed to get his hands on a individual that jumped dimensions and using the energies from his body he opened a portal to one of the Six Realms of Buddhism, were according to a Prophet, was his wife. Something else came out instead of her soul, a Herald that warned him about an incoming doom that could end the Earth as we know it. He asked what was in for him, if he was asked to protect the Earth, as he had no stakes in this matter. The Herald promised him to find his wife soul and give it back to him. ***** accepted the mission asked to him and decided that it would be for the best to accomplish it from the Shadows. For that purpose he shattered his own empire and with the use of the Gainen Medal of Memory erased himself from the World, nobody, not even the most powerful beings could find him, thanks to the Conceptual Memory Control he could wield.

“The finest trick of the devil is to convince you that he does not exist”

Charles Baudelaire

Free from being known, ***** took the time to make an elite group of soldiers to help him complete his new goal and even if he had to deal with treason from some of his most loyal subordinates, a treason that ended up being the Incident in Ryugu-jo, he is strongest than ever. Now he is ready to complete the task asked by the Herald, so he can regain the soul of his wife and maybe, perhaps, his own.

Powers and Abilities

Physically Kuro-san is a man in his mid 50’s that regularly exercises and tries to be in good shape

Master Businessman, Diplomat, Strategist and Mediator

Advanced Knowledge in several fields, such as, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Weapon Development, Electronics and Engineering

Proficient with most conventional weaponry and vehicles

Intelligence Network:

Information is currency; Kuro-san knows this and knows it well, so he keeps a large network of informants in Japan and in the whole world, usually getting information from FABLE, MI13 and the JHWAB with only hours of difference.

Gainen Medal of Memory:

Kuro-san posses the Gainen Medal of Memory, allowing him to wipe, alter or control the memories of whoever sees him in person. Depending on the target the effects can change, as strong minds can withstand this more than weaker ones. This medal counts with a passive skill “Akuma Tokumei” (Devil’s Anonymity) allowing him to automatically vanish from a person memories the moment they stop seeing him. This power only works on person, recordings of Kuro-san can be remembered, like for example Hitomi Nakamura and Hal Hastewell have.

The medal counts with other skills, but at its core is a Conceptual Mental Attack, capable of affecting the strongest minds, at least on a superficial level.

Underlings, Henchmen and Allies

The Numbers


Sakka Jakuuma

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 16

Powers: Prodigy of Creation

First Appearance: A Night at the Castle


The Herald

Nationality: ?

Age: ?

Powers: Teletransportation?

First Appearance: Raid of Ryugu-jo


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RPG » Phantom's Tomb Raid [OOC]

@Fehafare: Yeah! I liked Amal's powers

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RPG » The Numbers Bio

Added the Fifth Beast, Scarlet Flash, I left his powers in a bit of a mystery but I left clues.

I also added a new Title Card

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RPG » Phantom's Tomb Raid [OOC]

@Sonata: @SamJaz: I imagine it more like this... or this

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RPG » Hitomi's Hairy Situation [RP]

@SamJaz: @Fehafare:

-Dude, are you thinking the same as I’m thinking?- Jack Goldhound spoke as he looked over the street, he saw Hal starting his rush from afar with binoculars. Tobia Doberman was polishing his weapon, or better said allowing the IA mounted into it to do it. –My nigah, I always know what you are thinking…- Both turned to get face to face and talked at the same time. –I fucking hate this country! - For a moment they were in silence and then they started laughing. Once they stopped they decided to move out, jumping from rooftop to rooftop with expert movements, without any wasted motions. Both were experts in the field of mercenary work and were world class soldiers of fortune.

Almost a day before these events started to unfold, the Western Dogs found out about this job, they weren’t hired for it, but it pissed them off to no end that others were hired to do it instead of them. They left Death Vegas in a rush and landed in London hours ago, prepared to take over the job and keep their reputation. Or what they considered a reputation, as the best damn guns-for hire in the market, truthfully they did have a reputation, but as walking disaster areas, capable of decimating cities out of collateral damage, and know they were loose on London, I weep for the cultural treasures of architecture that will be lost today if those two really get geared up.

It was surprising how they could handle the weight of their weapons without troubles, being accustomed to them was the trick and controlling their balance, a step in the wrong direction or place and they could end up on the floor. Jack and Tobia were friends since their youngest years and knew what the other thought and planned almost by instinct, even if they weren’t monsters as other Cardinals or any of the Beasts, they were deadly when they were together, alone they are dangerous, but together they are a post apocalyptic wasteland waiting to happen. They were getting riled up, as Hal would prove to be the perfect practice if they wanted to fight the 5 Beast, Scarlet Flash.

-Let’s go broh! We’re going to fill that piggy full of lead!- Jack shouted as he clenched his fist, while Tobia also cheered and the robot implanted on his weapon raised both arms with metal horns in each hand. –Let’s do this shit! To the fucking EXTREME.- The owner of Sophie’s Choice is Lead decided to give some opening shots, and as his comrade and best friend kept going forward, he stood in his place and firmly planted himself against a wall, aiming his massive cannon towards Hal, but he didn’t commit the mistake of a rookie, to shoot were Hal was, but he shoot were the Chubby Speedster would be. –EAT LEAD PIGGIE!- A hail of artillery bullets came out of his Arm Cannon, targeting in front of Hal, trying to make the Speedster turn around to run towards the opposite direction, were Jack would be waiting ready to roast him.


Meanwhile in the other side of the city Gen Shishioh and William “Upper Gent” Kasperson (Ranked 72 in the SBF) were locked in a clinch, rushing through walls, furniture and even some people, until they stopped when they hit a steel beam. Their locked confrontation with a grapple had taken them into an abandoned storage building. –Fuck ya British fucker! Stop calling me a fuckin’ child and fight me seriously! I ain’t pullin’ my punches anymore- Gen was increasingly pissed as the British Gentleman Boxer only focused on defense, ignoring clear openings the Hot-Blooded Boxer left on purpose, trying to force William into a turning in a clear target for his counters, but the Refined Boxer saw through that ruse and only focused on defense, hoping to tire out Gen, unluckily for him that strategy wasn’t very viable, especially after the Boxer received training from Reiji Fukuma that shot his durability and stamina to new heights. –Don’t mess with me child, bugger off and stop bothering, you interrupted me drinking a bloody beer with my mates, I will humillate you first and then I may start thinking about knocking you down to stop your pitiful suffering.- Gen only got even angrier and his Fighting Spirit swirled around him like a raging fire. –No more fancy words ya fucktard, I’m will cut yer head clean off with my bare hands.-

The Former Delinquent rushed forward and threw a combination easily parried, avoided and blocked by William. –You should stop barking and start biting child.- He talked with superiority and refinement, he could not believe that one of the lowest ranked fighters tried to pick a fight with him, it was utterly ridiculous and stupid. Truth to be told he was starting to feel a bit of despair, as Gen didn’t let go and kept attacking with the same intensity than when they started, almost two hours ago, while him started to feel his arms and fists numb, after blocking so many attacks. They battle raged on, as in the other side of town was just starting.

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RPG » The Numbers Bio

Updated the Bio

@SamJaz: Make a Description alike the ones in the bio for Slayer

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RPG » CVnU Invasion: Antarctic Portal

The NUMBERS will join the fray.

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RPG » The Numbers Bio


  • Names and Order of all Active Members
  • Cardinals Shatter and Western Dogs bios

I will add the others as they start appearing. There are two vacant slots, one in each team, if anybody wants to join the Numbers.

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RPG » The Numbers Bio

An organization cloaked in mystery, working from the shadows of History since its inception in the dawn of the 20 Century. The creator of this organization is a fabled council of warriors, only known as the Altar of Bullets and Blades. The Numbers have always been a reduced organization, with only ten official members apart from the Council, this ten members share the same bloodlust and hatred for others, burning rage against the world. Most of the broken people that have fallen into the “Gedou” (The Path of the Demon) were any objective or goal they had was washed away by conflict and hatred, only leaving their skills and their unresolved problems.

Since the first day this group always hid in the dark corners of the world, taking jobs that would not only grant wealth but enjoyment, their kind of enjoyment. Through the years the Numbers fought wars, hunted mystical items and creatures, killed wizards, killed ki masters. All with a single goal, to force humanity to shed themselves from the mysticism and esoteric practices of ages past and embrace the future. The Alter of Bullets and Blades is an organization concerned with humanities dual nature, the one in the present and the ones “trapped” in the past, caught in the clutches of useless traditions and forgotten convictions. The Numbers are the weapon of choosing of the Altar against the Hidden World.

Each Member is untouchable by any law of the world and is free to handle their time as they please outside the mission, obviously under strict punishment if they reveal the nature of their group. The ten members are divided into two separate squads, the Cardinals and the Beasts. Their codenames are a reflection of that, while the Cardinals use (Direction+Title) The Beasts use (Color+Beast). The Cardinals tend to be a well rounded team, that is used as such, while the Beasts are normally individualist warriors and sometimes even kill each other on a whim. Another difference is that the Cardinals are more inclined to range attacks while the Beasts enjoy the thrill of close combat.

The Altar of Bullets and Blades lies hidden, apart from anybody. Some tell they are an enigmatic cabal of immortals that try to save the world by any means. Others believe that they are an illusion created by the already broken minds of the Numbers, trying to justify their senseless carnage by creating a scapegoat. Yet the true nature of this mysterious organization is unknown by anyone, maybe not even known to the Numbers that serve them with fanatic obedience considering their usual behavior and their demeanor against everybody else. The Numbers are the Ten Fingers of the organization, their enforcers, assassins and servants. Not even the most exclusive and informed individuals in the world know anything but their collective name.

The Numbers lacks an HQ, or at least that is the best possible explanation, as extensive searches by many governments have failed to pinpoint a location. This could be true considering that making a place where ten instable and trigger happy assassins gather is like filling the place with dynamite and throwing a torch. Still each member haves some sort of HQ if they need one, as many are either vagrants or abandoned their humanity and human needs long ago. Most of them fall in the latter category as their physical bodies are beyond human limits, thus sleeping, eating and sometimes even breathing are things of the past, this is as you can already guess more common with the Beasts that the Cardinals, that tend to be more human.


Current Roster


1. Steel Emperor

2. Midnight Raven

3. Shadow Demon

4. Blue Oni & Purple Titan

5. Scarlet Flash


1. Shatter of the Center

2. Northern Reaper

3. Vacant

4. Western Dogs

5. Eastern Ogre


Steel Emperor: ?

Midnight Raven: ?

Shadow Demon: ?

Blue Oni & Purple Titan: ?

Scarlet Flash

Little is known about this individual background, some say he once was a Shinobi for a clan, others say an assassin in the Middle East. Either way we do know something, he is fast, not just swift, but he knows how to use his speed to its fullest potential and even in the Beasts there is nobody that can match his speed. Nobody knows how he got so fast, or how he manages to stay alive and young, but since the 1800’s there have been sightings of the Scarlet Flash, known by this name because his victims die in that circumstances, as sudden burst of red light and they are gone, disintegrated from the world. Some think the source of the light is his blade, as small fragments of a strange alloy were found in places where he attacked. This alloy seemingly sharpens under heat, so the faster he moves the more the heat from the friction increases and the edge of the blade becomes sharper. That added to the heat surely manages to consume the target only leaving ashes behind.


Shatter of the Center

Age: ??

Height: 1.90 mts

Weight: ??

A Half Gainen*, a being with the conceptual power of “Shatter” meaning his powers allow him to shatter into piece almost any object with only a thought, the hardness of the object isn’t a problem, neither its size, as Shatter of the Center is able to destroy anything or anyone. He is the undisputed leader of the Cardinals and the Numbers, his powers are completely over the others, as he is capable of being versatile, Shatter Space itself to create portals or even stopping time by Shattering seconds. No other member can handle his power not even all together. Still he lacks drive or will to do the most basic stuff, unless he is ordered by the Altar. His physicals stats are a mystery as he never used them in a mission, he relies solely on his Gainen Powers.

Gainen: Conceptual Demons that exist in an alternate dimension that overlaps to the Viceverse, the Gainen Space. These creatures are created as manifestations of the human collective imagination and abstractions. There is a Gainen for almost any verb and concept, examples being the Gainen of Cutting, the Gainen of Protection or the Gainen of Shattering. In the 70’s a mad scientist created a rift into the Gainen Space and used them as pawns in attacks against Japan. His former colleague created 12 badges that would hold the powers of a specific Gainen and transfer those powers to a human. Reiji Fukuma in Sakurajima Island is one of the 12 members of the Anti-Gainen Task Force created then, he haves 8 of the 12 medals on his care, Gen Shishioh and Alvin Himmerskalte carry one of those, The Peace Medal for Gen and the Protection Medal for Alvin. The Gainen can take human form and reproduce with humans, creating Half-Gainen, that are denizens of our world but can tap into their progenitor Concept in a diminished way. The most talented Half-Gainen can enter a full Gainen Form for a limited period of time.

Northern Reaper

Age: 18

Height: 1.85 mts

Weight: You don’t ask that to a lady

Born in an Isolated Russian village the young Zhakti was an orphan from a civil conflict, years ago. She tried to survive as well as she could, alongside a path of street rats, yet she didn’t make it. She was capture and sold to a pimp which wanted to transport her to Western Europe. In the middle of the transport by truck she jumped and ran as fast as she could lose her pursuers in a snow storm. She was scared, hungry and freezing to death when she fell into a pit that was hidden by the snow.

Landing on sharp rocks was almost lethal, broken bones, ruptured internal organs. Dying from the impact would have been bliss, but she was there with her broken body unable to move, feeling all the pain, pain as she never felt before. Her captors found her, but didn’t even try to help her; they spoke of her being damaged goods, that was better to leave her die. That would have been the last words she heard in her life but, something happened, nobody knows what it was, but something made her survive.

Some say she had latent abilities and the shock snapped them on, some say this story isn’t true, that is only a bluff to enhance her image. Others speak in whispers about a pact with death itself, that if she became an avatar to him, she would get power to avenge herself and others like her. Still the origin doesn’t matter, but the actions. She climbed out and wielding a scythe destroyed the convoy and killed all of them.

From that point onwards she was known as the Reaper and started a long and fruitful career in killing corrupt or even slightly criminal individuals. She caught the eye of the Altar of Bullets and was recruited.

Powers & Skills

She haves superhuman stats, Mach 5 Speed, 10 Ton Strength, City Block level endurance

Her main power resides on her scythe, an almost indestructible weapon that drains the very essence of the opponent with each blow, healing Reaper. She can get stronger each time she kills, as if the Scythe sucked the souls of those who she kills.

She can sense life energy and haves a feud against evil men, but she reached a point in which she kills almost anything, except young girls

Western Dogs

Names: Jack Goldhound and Tobias Doberman

Ages: 31 and 32

Profession: Guns for Hire

Main Interests: Women, Booze, Weapons and Explosions


“I will introduce you to your three new best friends… let me rephrase that…. 4, my three cannons and my D***” Jack

“I’ll pop yo scrawny milky ass full of lead motherfucker!” Tobias

Two comrades in arms, two wild guns like back in the golden days of the Western Era. Jack and Tobias are brothers of different mothers, since their childhood both fought, stole and survived together; they enlisted in the army and were kicked at the same time for the same reasons. Upon their forced retirement from the army the Dogs of War, as they call themselves, decided to form a mercenary firm, serving in third world countries. In one of their missions, taking down a drug cartel they found a captive scientist that promised them the best weapons in the world if they released him. Without thinking it twice they accepted and the scientist gave them their signature weapons. The LTC-99 for Jack and the SCIL-33 for Tobias, they renamed them with names based on the letters, Liberty Tri-Cannon was Jack’s pick and Tobias decided to name his weapon Sophie’s Choice is Lead.

Both weapons are extremely powerful but unknown for them, as they razed the Drug Cartel HQ , was that the weapons wouldn’t de-attach after equipping them. They killed the scientist in a fit of rage when they found out, as both were right handed and they really needed those hands. The Altar of Bullets contacted them soon after that event and offered them the possibility of freeing them from the weapons, but the Dogs of War said that if they found a way to give them some sort of replacement they would keep the guns and work for them until they died, as the Numbers was infamous, and these two love being Infamous. Now they are the most crazy and collateral damage causing members of the Cardinals, both under the same number and the same codename, as they lived together and they found it odd being split by skill, as both are equally as good. They took the nom de guerre Western Dogs and wage wars wherever the Altar asks them.

Powers & Skills

Both are incredibly skilled mercenaries and soldiers, capable of complex joint tactical maneuvers. They survived so many near death experiences together that they now the other’s thoughts by instinct. They are at peak human in stats, yet their skills is what makes them a danger, with amazing accuracy, tactical movement and stealth, even carrying such large guns they are a force to be reckoned with.

Still their amazing skill is dwarfed under the power of their weapons. The Liberty Tri-Cannon is a three mode weapon, Flame thrower, Liquid Nitrogen Bullets and White Phosphorus Rockets. He skillfully picks the most useful and makes combinations. Sophie’s Choice is Lead is a high-powered Artillery Cannon/Minigun Combo, intended for longer ranges than the LTC-99. Both are quite capable of destroying cities in rampages.

Eastern Ogre

Age: 40's.

Height: 2.5 mts

Weight: He broke the scales.

Ideal woman: One of strength, fire and size.

Quote: "Zu'u mindoraan svaan rot hi tinvaak."

Born in the 1970's in Slovenia, his parents were killed by trolls in the Dinaric Alps, and he was rescued by a clan of ogres and raised as Hrun Hnr. Being the smallest amongst the ogre children, Hrun Hnr grew tough fast. As a child he was capable of taking trees smashed on his head as means of a greeting, and is capable of fighting on an ogre level and standing his ground amongst them. He is no leader amongst his people, but has his standing fairly high on the pecking order. He made this through cleverness, combat ability and sheer grit that even an ogre just had to admire. Having gone through all but one the ogre religious rites, he has earned the right to be an ogre in every sense of the word, despite being the wrong size and colour.

One of the main reasons of his prowess in battle amongst his ogre peers was the dexterity of his human tongue. The ancient ogres wielded powerful magicks in the form of shouts, but due to the clumsiness of the modern ogre's tongue, most can only master the full understanding and pronunciation of one or two shouts in their lifetime. With the nimbleness of his human tongue, however, Hrun Hnr was able to master them all, a feat that, once he reaches adulthood in the sight of the ogre clan, will automatically earn him the right of historian and religious leader.

When he was in his twenties, however, it was decided that he must marry outside the clan, one of his own species, before he can be considered an adult ogre and take his seat amongst the elders. As such, he began to travel the world looking for a bride. Instead, he found battle, and earned the title of Slayer amongst the humans.

Powers & Skills

Slayer can understand all widely-spoken human languages, but cannot speak then due to the damage his native ogre tongue has done to his voice box. He is normally silent, or speaks softly in the Okhra (ogre) tongue. By raising his voice and speaking the words it power, his voice gains supernatural effects.

He usually carries swords nine feet in length and wields them as if they were shortswords. He has a large collection, and has obtained a bracelet that allows him to withdraw weapons from his various armouries around the world. Most of these weapons were obtained through the slaying of dragons, demons, warlocks and giants, some of these he killed barehanded, and the extent of his kill count is worthy of his human name, Slayer.

His strength is beyond inhuman. He can jump one hundred metres into the air while carrying a blade larger than himself, and can crack a dragon's skull with his hands. The limits of his brute strength is unknown, as he often increases the effects of his physical prowess through his sword mastery or using ogre Shouts.

His physical durability is also legendary, having been known to backhand cannon fire and get to his feet after being crushed by a giants mace. He has been known to bleed, but also known not to care about injuries and fight on regardless.

He is also a talented musician, and often adapts human songs into the ogre language, singing them as he travels, or sometimes in battle, if he's in the mood.

Post by Kuro_San (1,359 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Raid of Ryugu-Jo OOC

@SamJaz: So Ryugu-jo has ended.

  1. What are your thoughts about this thread?
  2. Favorite NPC?
  3. Favorite Moment?

I'll be posting a Numbers Bio that will be the "Main" character of Kuro-san's account and I'll also add a Location thread for the Myth Village with bios on the most important denizens.

Bonus: Hikaru Look
Bonus: Hikaru Look
Post by Kuro_San (1,359 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Raid of Ryugu-Jo RP


-I’ll Hitomi-san, thank you.-


With those words the refugees left the docks and Hikaru decided to stay with them and help. After a short and quite blackmail campaign, the genius teen convinces the government that keeping quiet about the Myth Soldiers was the best and they granted the whole group a city that was abandoned after the floods and all the terrain around it. Now in the midst of a valley the Myth Soldiers started to build their new homes, while from time to time they lend their services to the government for some minor tasks, mostly to help in disaster areas.

In matter of Months the Oni Brothers had gained quite the reputation helping in fires, crimes and others disasters, Houzi and Hikaru served as the leaders of the community and all the MS, from both sides lived in peace. 4 Statues were built in the honor of those who gave their lives to protect all of them. Sasuke, Ginari, Kobushi and Ichigan were standing immortalized in pure steel and in the minds and hearts of every inhabitant from the Myth Village. In a short amount of time people started visiting them, scientists asking permission to investigate them in aims of using their fused DNA as a base for ground breaking procedures.

The Hidden World Affairs Bureau advices strongly against this, yet the Myth Soldiers choose to be citizens of Japan and gained rights and responsibilities with it, avoiding getting sweep under the rug by the government, that even if it was 70 years old the shameful abandonment of living thinking beings in a prison underwater would be a horrible spot in Japanese history.


Yet not everything went well for those involved in the Ryugu-jo raid. Ciara still lurks trapped inside Hitomi’s Kaspa, her mind lost long ago, eternally blaming herself for what could have been a potential disaster if Hitomi, Ichigan, Hikaru and Hal weren’t there. Also the villains that almost destroyed them all never resurfaced, as Shatter of the Center, decided their failure was unforgivable and instead of opening a portal to safety he guided them inside Earth’s Core, where not even Ghoul Inmortality, Phantom durability or Lion Armor could save them.

Another one vanished mysteriously, as the strange human with a red pendant never surfaced when Hitomi opened her Kaspa, as if he had vanished in thin air before entering. We may never know who this man was, yet he remains a mystery, maybe in the future he will resurface in another place and another time. The main affected by this tragedy was the man who proclaimed to be the Real Kuro-san, as several individuals knew about his existence. It was only a matter of finding them and exterminating them and all who they spoke about him, Shatter of the Center was scouting the globe to gather new Numbers.

Post by Kuro_San (1,359 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Theme Song Game

Taylor (Why is all the music I put you think is for Gen, or you create a weird variant Gen for it?)

Post by Kuro_San (1,359 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Raid of Ryugu-Jo RP


Bitter tears slid through Hikaru cheeks as she moved back to commandeer the Ookubo back to the surface. Her grief stopped her from speaking, her eyes wet and her throat dry. Houzi went near her and embraced her, supporting the young woman as she tried to avoid mourning and tried to remember the instructions she read before leaving. Thanks to her intelligence and the sacrifice of several individuals the Myth Soldiers would be able to see the sun, a pleasure and right forbidden to them by their creators.

It didn’t take long for the group to reach the surface and dock into the same place where earlier the group of Hikaru had left. As they disembarked the city was receiving the first lights of the sun. Houzi and Hikaru embraced while looking at the dawn. The Monkey King left her alone for a second and moved towards Hal and Hitomi. –Thank you, without your help we could have never done this.- Houzi bowed and proceed speaking. –Now this, that wherever the Myth Soldiers decide to establish our home you are welcome and that if you ever need help you just need to ask it.-

OOC: Reply to this one and then I’ll write the Epilogue

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