Both Needed Bureau of Supernatural Defense and Research

[SilentFairy]

Miku Hiruna/Hacker​

Full Name:

Miku Hiruna​

Codename:

[Leave blank, I will assign codenames, suggestions are welcome, but whether or not they factor into what I choose is up to me]​

Race:

[Human]​

Division:

[Secrecy]​

Special Skills:

• [Singing]
• [Hacking]
• [Multitasking]
• [Cooking]

Special Abilities:

• [Perfect Memory]
• [Free Running]
• [a computer that can be placed on her arm much like a wristband but on her forearm]

Weapon of Choice:

[Although given the typical weapon she never uses it and always has it as far away from herself as she can. She hates weapons and is deadly afraid to use it and actually kill someone. ] ​

Personality:

[She is a girl that knows what she wants and does everything in her power to get it. She, however values friendships and her teammates and is protective and caring to a fault. She loves making people laugh and forget any troubles they have. She prefers being in front of her computer rather than on the field, when she is in front of a good computer with a good net however she can be a force to be reckon with, she can find out almost everything about everybody and when in front of her computer nobody can match her.] ​

Bio:

Miku was part of a group dedicated to take out secrets from government agencies and spread them all over the internet. She became one of the most wanted cyber criminals in history with the codename of 'Crimson Eyes'. Everybody on the net knew her logo which was a pair of red cat eyes and knew that whenever that logo appeared there was going to be trouble. Eventually she was sold out in exchange of a sponge on the record of the person revealing her identity once that happened, she was quickly arrested and sent to prison.

While on prison she became an example of good behavior, not getting into any trouble and trying to spend all of her free time on the library reading books and just spending her times one day at a time. People knew of her believes in the supernatural and often times part of her charged crimes were hacking into the government agency to reveal stuff of Aliens and the like. It was not until she was given one more chance to work with the government in exchange for her freedom that she found where she truly belonged to.​

 

[WonTonYinn]

How is my character?

 

[Sanity43217]

Your both good.

 

[SilentFairy]

yay let me know when the rp thread is made?

 

[De Sade]

REJECTED

 

[Sanity43217]

Unlikely to be a field agent @De Sade
Given as much murder he has done in his bio, and his open disdain for working for the Bureau, he would unlikely be granted Civil status, let alone be trusted in the field.

 

[De Sade]

Hmm what if they had a safeguard like being able to shock it out of the host? And my thinking behind the civil status is that it may be entirely amoral, even finding amusement in death, but he's firmly under the Bureau's thumb with the knowledge that they'll force him into a sensationless existence if he acts up. The aforementioned murders were the result of it being locked in a tomb for centuries, and then a last ditch attempt to escape from an organization it didn't yet understand. Maybe the Bureau sees that the best way to keep it under control is to keep it engaged so that it doesn't need to "blow off steam" like it was doing when they found it? I was also thinking that it possessing the interrogator and gaining his memories could have had inspired it to be more agreeable with the Bureau, either because of the positive things in those memories or because of the insight they give into the bureau's reach. Then over the years it shared plenty of useful information about history and the occult, proving helpful even if a bit cagey about its own origins. The disdain comes from a sense of nihilism, seeing humans trying to control what will eventually overcome them regardless, but that wouldn't stop it from following along if only to witness the outcome. I don't intend it to be entirely unpleasant toward the organization but definitely very critical in general.

Maybe it would fit better in the secrecy division? I'm open to edit, just thought I'd explain my rationale.

 

[Sanity43217]

I'll think about it. I'm still not sold on your character idea, but I will think about it, and try and find a way that it would fit in the story.

 

[Sanity43217]

@De Sade I am not willing to allow you Character to join the Bureau. There are a few reasons.

1. Supernatural Agents should not be the focus of the story. They exist, but are rare. I am unwilling to have a supernatural agent of that caliber.
2. Your character is implied to be ancient. Something I am unwilling to allow for a player character. Especially with photographic memory. It can lead to a whole stream of events that make everyone feel less needed. I want everyone to have a role, and if your character has been around for centuries and remembers everything, they would have developed a skill set that makes other players redundant.
3. Possession. Possession in itself is risky for an agent. For your character to literally interact with other people, they have to take over someone's body. Something the Bureau may be unwilling to do, especially because of the emphasis on it being unable to be resisted.
4. The implied immortality doesn't sit well with me. What happens when a host dies? All the other characters can die, except for yours apparently.

 

[zterra]

I am interested in this and willing to make a charater, but I don't know how to make the spoiler dropdown thing

 

[Sanity43217]

[SPOILER]

[/SPOILER]

 

[zterra]

Question: is a human who gained anomalous abilities race still human or is it supernatural?.

 

[Sanity43217]

Depends on the powers. For example, a Vampire was once human, but is considered Supernatural.
Most Agents are given artefacts that give them fantastical abilities, but are still considered human. So it really depends on what you had in mind.

 

[zterra]

My Character Sheet

Spoiler

Full Name: Zhen Su




Codename:

Race: Supernatural

Division: Operations

Special Skills:

• Street Fighting
• Danger Awareness
• Knowledge of inner city layouts and gangs customs
• Resourceful

Special Abilities:

• Zhen when fully transformed
  
• Suit Transformation: Glass surrounds his body, protecting him form harm and let him create glass weapons, through there is a limit on how much glass his armor have and he can only manipulate glass he makes.
• Lance: his most used weapon, one of Zhen's arm transforms into a lance that he can use to attack
• Projectiles: using the glass he can make, Zhen can create claws form his hands , shards, and spikes, through this makes his suit less durable and he cant change the trajectory of the objects he fires.

Weapon of Choice:



Taurus Model 66 Revolver

Acquired after joining the Bureau



Personality: Paranoid and suspicious of others, Zhen untrusting nature is primely due to his upbringing in China. Despite this, he is very determined and will do anything to protect innocence people.


Bio: Zhen Su was born in the bad part of Lanzhou City. His father died in a shootout when he was young and his mother died due to drugs. Having no family to care for him, Zhen look after himself for 8 years, during that time he joined the gang called The Yellow Vipers. The gang was involved in multiple crimes including: assassination, prostitution, drug dealing, and car theft. it was only a matter of time before the gang got there hands on anomalous artifacts.


One of these artifacts was a laser that can change a object atomic structure. Zhen, along with the gang, gone to buy and receive the object only to be ambush by other gangs, all fighting for the laser. During the shootout, the laser became damaged and a shot a beam right at Zhen changing him and causing him to fly through a windshield. Suffering from internal bleeding and a concussion, Zhen passed out only to wake up in the hospital hand cuffed to the bed. There police told him that the gang had left him to die and Zhen was gonna be charged for being involved in the shootout. Enraged by this, his powers activated and he wounded the police offices and escaped the hospital. It took 3 days of searching, but Zhen was eventually located and required with minimal effort. During investigation, it was discovered that Zhen killed the members of his former gang, when questioned he said they deserved it for leaving for dead. After some debating he was allowed to join the bureau, only if he have a bomb implanted in his brain.

​

 

[Sanity43217]

@zterra Given his history as a human, the bomb in the brain seems a little excessive. Aside from that, all good.

 

[zterra]

agreed

 

[microhexa]

Is 'Lunar Lad' supposed to be my character's code name or just some way to identify my character sheet in this thread...? @Sanity43217

 

[Sanity43217]

Well, since someone finally noticed, the threadmarks on everyone's character sheets are their code names.

 

[microhexa]

Honestly, I did kind of forget about this roleplay because I mysteriously stopped receiving notifications about activity here. Then I remembered my character here and checked on the thread. :P It's nice to see that others have shown interest. ^^

 

[TheScarletDastard]

The Devil from Jersey

Full Name:
Arthur Belphon Leeds
Codename:
N/A (acceptance pending)
Race:
Supernaturally enhanced human; unique demon, djinn class equivalent.
Division:
Operations

Special Skills:

• Covert operative- Lived in hiding & on the run among humans for nearly 300 years.
• Hand to hand combat, close quarters weapon fighting, proficient with firearms, 250+ years combat experience.
• Studied at several East Coast schools, including Princeton, Dartmouth, and Brown. Cryptozoology, Demonology, Ancient Literature, American Occult History, anything pertaining to his own existence and life story. Never received a degree, as false identities and forged paperwork were never foolproof.
• Unknown pain threshold- Use of his powers causes Leeds physical agony akin to torture. Has conditioned himself to push through it. Immune to interrogation, cannot be tortured. NOTE: Science Division has determined that a strong electric current will still cause Leeds to experience muscle spasms, though tissue will not be burned. Should the Bureau accept his application, this would prove useful as a contingency.

Special Abilities:

• Non-degeneration of tissue and anatomical systems- Leeds' body ages, but does not become frail or weak with increasing age. Leeds will not die with time, and cannot contract disease.
• Revert Form- Every annual quarter, (solstice, equinox,) Arthur regains the ability to become his original self; a black, hairless, leathery goat the size of a horse, with twisted horns. Long legs, a long neck, and a long, barbed tail. His wings resemble a fruit bat's, though about 20x larger. Once he's reverted and then changed back, Arthur cannot do so again until the next marking day. He also looses his minor reversion ability, though not his primal constitution, (See below)
• Minor Reversion- Rather than completely change his form, Arthur can manifest individual aspects of his Devil shape at will while human; wings to bear him aloft, a dangerous tail for unarmed combat, huge black horns "to look badass", or all of the above. (Quotation his.)
• Primal Constitution- While human, Leeds is stronger, faster, and tougher than any Olympic athlete with his mass. The record for the fastest human footspeed in history is 28 mph. Arthur tops out at around 34. Bullets cause minor abrasions with occasional bleeding. Reportedly, if shot point blank in the chest with a high caliber bullet, Leeds would be perfectly recovered in 4 days, and would be fit for field duty in less than 24 hours. (Science has no corroborative evidence of these claims.)
• Immunity to mind control (Doubtful)- According to Leeds, a gypsy witch posing as a dancer used an induced hypnotic trance in 1819 to force him to sleep with her. Her magick reportedly made him a slave that lived with her travelling caravan for the next 7 months. He was forced to perform manual labor for the other gypsies in the camp and maintain "relations" with the witch by constant reapplication of her mind twisting hex, which he slowly grew accustomed to, until he'd developed an immunity, freed himself and escaped. NOTE: Interviewers were not entirely sure whether Leeds was joking or not, though he professes the colorful tale is true. Science Division, upon analysis of Leeds, had no reason to suspect a resistance to psionic abilities, conditioned or otherwise. This entry is included for the sake of integritous record keeping.

Weapon of Choice:
Hates guns. (Discussed this in his interview.) Apparently served in American Civil War, has not used a firearm since that time. Carries a heavy looking walking stick. Told his interviewer, "...it'll do."

Personality:
Leeds is matter-of-fact, not given to much outward show of emotion. Though Science had already confirmed upon initial screening that Leeds was indeed born in 1735, interviewers commented on a feeling of gravity and age to his person, as if they were speaking to a much older man than he appeared. When it was mentioned, Leeds apparently cracked a smile and said dryly, "I've got almost 300 years of common sense in my head, just begging to be ignored."

Bio: Partial transcript of conversation with a BSDR screening official. Once he was ready, the story was freely given.

BSDR: Hello, Arthur. Before we took a break, we were discussing your connection to New Jersey.
LEEDS: Yeah, well, when I was first born I couldn't control my reversion. I'd be the goat at the worst times, without meaning to...
BSDR: So the "goat" is what you call your other form?
LEEDS: Guess you could say that. S'what he is, far as I can tell. Or.... what I am.
BSDR: The two of you aren't seperate? There's not another personality behind that body?
LEEDS: Hmm, another personality?
BSDR: Yes, maybe a different persona that seems to take control when you revert, encourages you to do or say things at times....
LEEDS: (Quietly) No, she's not so bad. Hush, I'm trying to listen.
BSDR: I-I'm sorry?
LEEDS: Oh! No, my bad, you're fine. I wasn't talking to you.
(Prolonged silence)
BSDR: Arthur, are you-
LEEDS: (Snickers) I'm sorry, I really am, but-(Laughing aloud) your face!
BSDR: (Clears throat) That was not entirely professional, Mr. Leeds.
LEEDS: I know, I'm sorry. (Sighs) I couldn't resist. No, Miss, it's just me in here. Mightn'ta been so lonely if I had someone to talk to.
BSDR: Lonely, Arthur?
LEEDS: I was.... well, I guess you could say kidnapped, I was only 10, and wheeled around with a travelling circus. I didn't know how to change back into a little boy, I didn't know how to escape that cage.... I wasn't raised as a human, miss. Near as I can tell, my parents were deep into the old magic(k)s, that's with a K, mind you, and they performed a ritual the night I was born. It.... went wrong. Mother died immediately, everyone was screaming, I remember flying away from the house with ash in my nose.... must've gotten out up the chimney. They lived pretty far removed from everyone, out in the woods alone. Townsfolk, they uh, maybe not knew for sure, but they suspected what the Leeds were doing in that dark little house. S'pose that's why everyone left 'em to themselves.

'Course, I pieced this all together years later. I lived as a goat for about 10 years in the backwoods, scaring travelers by mistake and tryna keep away from folks. Don't remember much of it. I ate grass, I drank from streams. I hid. 'Til the circus folk got wind of me, figured people would pay to see somethin' that ugly. Wasn't a proper circus, mind you, it'd be years til those were around. Nah, they called it their Freak House. They caught me pretty easy, I was a stupid little bugger. Well, that was about the worst time of my life, and then one day, 'bout 2 years on, it happened. I learned how to be human just by wantin' to be. It was night, and my cage was for a large animal. I slipped through the bars easy, went and set my fellow freaks free. They uh.... well, it got ugly. I ghosted off before I could get pulled into it.

Wandered my way home, took me near a year. Now that I was a person, I could ask questions, eavesdrop. I learned the Leeds Cabin had burned to the ground the night I'd been born. They all figured Old Japhet had finally snapped and taken his poor brood with him. I never knew my father, but that seemed to fit him pretty well. 'Cept, I'd gotten out up the chimney.... odds are I kicked a flaming log outta the hearth on m'way out.

Finally tracked down the midwife, only one to survive the fire. Though she claimed otherwise, said her sister'd been the one at the Leeds that night, and she'd burned with the rest. Took some convincing, but she told me all in time. My name. Arthur if the ritual failed, and I born a healthy lad. Belphon if it worked; a demon's name. Said she didn't see how the fire started, so no answers there. 'Course, she tried to kill me while I was processing my life's story an' all. There was a scuffle, and I didn't know my own strength. Didn't mean to kill the old biddy, but it was easier that way. Now no one knew me. I was nameless. The Devil of Jersey.

I buried her out in the forest, put a little cross on her grave, and got outta dodge. I lived on the fringe for a long while, then war broke out. I found a buncha rebels and killed with them 'til the Brits lost, on the grounds that British Regulars only knew one way to do battle, and that was hack down the forests I hid in to march through. The minutemen, they loved the trees; or, loved hiding in them, since they were always outnumbered, outgunned. Hunted animals. I could relate.

I learned more about how tough I was, and strong. I could take musket shot to the face, the chest; killed the others. Wouldn't kill me. Hurt like hellfire, but not much else. Got used to blood, and pain. 'Course, strangest thing- we won. I think the war had been my attempt at suicide. Figures that we'd win before I got killed, then. Not long after they started making a new country, and I slipped away. Buncha religious types made their way out west few years later. Thought I'd do the same, went out to California- or, Mexico, then. It was a real dump, too. I crossed back to the other coast in '61.... that's 1861. Heard there was gonna be another war, the new country was gonna kill itself. I figured, "I was there when it was born. Should be there when it dies."

Jersey was fightin' in all blue to keep folks outta cages. Made it easy to pick a side, anyway. Those 4 years....

Couldn't use a gun after that. Still hate the things. Reminds me of the ones I watched die. It was the first time I saw weapons that stood a real chance of ending me. Wasn't like before, when I'd fantasized about death. Now it was staring me in the face.

Well, you know your history. We won. Country didn't die. I went into hiding. Years blurred together. I roamed all over, but I never left the Americas, though I spent a good decade in Peru. Always came back to Jersey, in the end. I dunno. Maybe I thought I was a fluke, a million to one chance. That there couldn't be other monsters out there like me. I was proved wrong pretty thoroughly.

Had a tussle with an ugly SOB comin' up through Panama. Wolfish thing, scaly, too many teeth. After that, I started looking. Had to be someone doing something about it, right? If the world was full of monsters, someone had to know. Figured if I looked long enough, was a little careless, they'd find me. And you did."