THE ZONE: A Survival Horror RP (Semi-Closed / OOC)

[Wallenburg]

Wait...why are Giuseppe and Yuki dead?

[Deramen]

Wait...why are Giuseppe and Yuki dead?

Damn PZ and his crazy ass shit.

[Sarejo]

I just translated the morse code from the last post because I couldn't do it earlier, and I thought that was kind of funny.

But no, Dera, I'm charging my drinks to your tab in The Pub now. Prepare to go broke.

Yeah and when I get the bouncer fired because of your drinking, he's gonna have a problem with you and violence is a easier solution.

Dera I will rek your whole shit if you try to get me fired because of Tay's problem.

[Deramen]

Yeah and when I get the bouncer fired because of your drinking, he's gonna have a problem with you and violence is a easier solution.

Dera I will rek your whole shit if you try to get me fired because of Tay's problem.

What? He's the one who broke your IPear 6.761 though!

[Sarejo]

Dera I will rek your whole shit if you try to get me fired because of Tay's problem.

What? He's the one who broke your IPear 6.761 though!

Bleh, I will never touch Apple/Apple imitation products with a ten-foot-pole.

Android all the way.

[Deramen]

What? He's the one who broke your IPear 6.761 though!

Bleh, I will never touch Apple/Apple imitation products with a ten-foot-pole.

Android all the way.

He uh, also broke your Android 69.

[Sarejo]

Bleh, I will never touch Apple/Apple imitation products with a ten-foot-pole.

Android all the way.

He uh, also broke your Android 69.

Try ASUS ZenII....

[Deramen]

He uh, also broke your Android 69.

Try ASUS ZenII....

That too. While i'm at it he broke your everything basically.

[New Grestin]

Wait...why are Giuseppe and Yuki dead?

Because someone had to draw the short stick in the murder lottery, and I didn't have a good opportunity to kill someone other than Spencer right now.

[Relikai]

Wait...why are Giuseppe and Yuki dead?

Because someone had to draw the short stick in the murder lottery, and I didn't have a good opportunity to kill someone other than Spencer right now.

She will return...

Maybe.

[Deramen]

Because someone had to draw the short stick in the murder lottery, and I didn't have a good opportunity to kill someone other than Spencer right now.

She will return...

Maybe.

Don't count on it.

[Wallenburg]

Guys, how do you feel about a little monster action over at Dry Lake?

[Deramen]

Guys, how do you feel about a little monster action over at Dry Lake?

Shit, I was just about to come over. Speaking of that,

NS Name: Deramen. (I know its not on the list, but I just love saying my name. )
Name: Tracy Howland
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Occupation: None
Appearance: Bam.
Equipment: The clothes on her back, an old necklace, some supply's and a pocket knife.
Skills: Running, pickpocketing
Weaknesses: being a child, Not too smart, not quite resourceful.
Personality: A meek, quiet kid who trys to keep distant.
Biography: Tracy was born in 2002. She lived a normal life until she was eleven and a half. Then the zone started. Things kept getting weirder until the military came and she fled with her parents. They were killed by an anomaly so she was left homeless for months. Although distraught she tried to keep herself optimistic and alive. Then a wrench was thrown into the plan when scavengers found her. One of them named Fredrick took her in as an apprentice and a makeshift daughter for a year. But he too died from a deal gone wrong with a criminal.

With the death of three people she trusted and being left alone for the second time, she broke and wandered the zone with no goal. She just kept moving until she found the criminal that killed Fredrick. In an act of anger she killed him in cold blood. Then she took his stuff and continued traveling.
Roleplay Experience: Something cleaver about saying no.
ID CODE: 1997 (DO NOT REMOVE)

[Relikai]

She will return...

Maybe.

Don't count on it.

Your words mean nothing to the worm.

[Deramen]

Don't count on it.

Your words mean nothing to the worm.

The age of worms is over with the death of Yuki!

[Relikai]

Your words mean nothing to the worm.

The age of worms is over with the death of Yuki!

Actually, I thought of a scene for Yuki's revival.

And Giuseppe has a hand in it.

[Deramen]

The age of worms is over with the death of Yuki!

Actually, I thought of a scene for Yuki's revival.

And Giuseppe has a hand in it.

But he's ded. How could that happen?

[Relikai]

Wow, lost an entire app. Thanks Ctrl+R...

[Nea Videssos]

Figured I might as well reupload the app, with a bit extra in the bio I did a few days ago. (Though I was bit uncertain, so the end isn't entirely finished. Suggestions and stuff like that is always good).

Name: Sakae Tsukinomiya
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Occupation: Student, musician, information broker, assassin/contract killer
Appearance:

Equipment: Clothes, Two H&K VP9 pistols, SIG SG 552, wakizashi. Generic items (money, food, that sort of thing). Several concealed knives.
Skills: Marksmanship, some skill with bladed weaponry and melee. He can speak Japanese, English, German, Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese (these last 3 are closely related and apparently relatively mutually intelligible, according to an Italian I know). Stealth/subterfuge, deceit. Parkour/freerunning. Cooking. Stealing, both physical and technological (hacking).
Weaknesses: Physically weak, not exactly that durable, some issues of the mental variety. Overly sensitive to sound (including potential sound-based attacks by something in the zone).
Personality:

Quiet and generally seeming apathetic, it can be difficult to tell whether Sakae is simply good at hiding his emotions, or doesn't care, though he often seems to be smiling faintly, commonly for no obvious reason, and does so to the extent that even he forgets whether or not his smile is genuine. He has something of an inferiority complex, as well as a darkly twisted, nihilistic philosophical view of things, being somewhat aware of the common concept of morality, but regarding it as foolish, flawed and inapplicable to the real world. He lacks much in the way of social skills, and in some ways is naïve, of almost childlike ignorance in regards to society and people, yet at the same time pessimistic and jaded, ruthless to those that get in his way, yet also expecting others to grind him into the dirt, or attempt to do so. He possesses a fractured and often contradictory psyche that can take bits and pieces of the way he once was in the past, and merge it unpredictably with the present, whilst also altering memories, or even erasing them, at particular points.

Accordingly, along with his experiences, he also developed masochistic tendencies, though whether he may have already had elements of that to begin with, is uncertain.
Whilst often cold, despite simultaneously seeming mildly amused or pleased, he can at rare times be remarkably fearful and eager to obey others, should he be cornered or overpowered. Sakae is usually emotionally distant, refusing to allow anyone to become too close to him, though he may not always succeed, and tends to come off as shy rather than harsh, a demeanour supported by a lack of experience in anything approaching a healthy relationship. He sometimes displays fear and anxiety at the touch of others. He has a fondness for most music, as well as nature, books and sweets. May be a tad tsun/dandere, and after properly becoming attached to someone, a little yandere.

Since that little "kidnapped by interdimensional slavers," ordeal, his mental state has made something of a nosedive towards "broken, pitiful wreck," though he had not been entirely sane for a long time anyway.

Biography:

Born to a Japanese family in São Paulo, with Yakuza connections and links to a group back overseas in Osaka, it was all but certain that Sakae would be dragged into the world of crime from an early age. His father involved in gambling, weapons and drugs trade, was rarely at home, whilst his mother, although somewhat more on the fringes of that world, nonetheless had dubious affiliations, even if she had a more reputable job.

From a fairly young age, he was perceptive, and reasonably intelligent, so it didn't take him long to figure out the sort of stuff his father was involved in. He was an avid book reader, and he sometimes took more to reading than socializing. he displayed a fair amount of intelligence, and an element of rebelliousness. At school, Sakae was often remarked upon for his feminine appearance, and whilst there was an element of teasing or discrimination at times, rumours of Yakuza connections often intimidated those who might act further. Not being particularly socially adept, he tended to avoid others, and so a sort of self-perpetuating social barrier formed between him and those who may have otherwise been considered classmates and potential friends.

He sometimes made futile attempts to seem a bit more masculine, though they weren't always successful. Sakae ended up somewhere in the middle, at times remarkably girlish, polite, and quiet, with a fondness for cute things, animals, nature, sweets, anime, manga, games and books, whilst at times also attempting, sometimes halfheartedly, to play the delinquent, and came to further involvement in the "underworld" his father already lived in. Beginning to learn Karate of the Shukokai variation after his father recommended that he learn to defend himself, Sakae utilised his apparently fragile appearance well, and whilst never exactly what one would call tough or strong, he had considerable agility, flexibility and fast reflexes, even when he was quite young.

When he was around eight or nine, his father got on the wrong side of some people, ended up dead, and he, in due turn, found himself kidnapped and sold into slavery, likely as a "bonus" or something of that sort, a freebie, as well as a way of further punishing his now dead father.

Considering his particularly feminine appearance, it wasn't too surprising that there were very soon interested parties, though he was still quite young at the time. Thus began an involuntary entry into the sex industry, though he was usually not paid, and often drugged during the process. At some point he fell into the hands of someone who decided to keep him a bit more permanently, a Colombian drug lord named Luciano Esteban Gutiérrez, with links to Mexico and southern parts of the USA.

It could have been worse, Sakae told himself. At least he had food and shelter. Sometimes clothes, too, though they were usually those worn by women. It sometimes hurt, and Sakae sometimes suffered abuse that easily rivalled that of his previous "patrons", but at least he didn't die. Surely ceasing to exist was worse. Luciano feared he would one day cease to look like a girl, so Sakae was often injected with estrogen, which had a lasting effect on both mind and body. Along the way, he was sometimes told to run errands, eventually learning how to poison and murder the enemies of whomever owned him, often lowering their guard through his apparent femininity in the process.

Thus it was, that from a mere tool, he became a weapon. He would work his way into their trust, or at least a situation in which he could kill them and escape. Sakae came to target numerous individuals, officials, reporters, judges and the like, who had holier than thou attitudes, and a desire to stamp out the likes of the crime and terrorist networks in which his master was involved. If he didn't perform adequately enough, or even failed, then he would be locked up, imprisoned and tortured.

In spite of all these ordeals, it would only be after all that that things would get worse. The syndicate his owner was part of, had already established tentative links further north with certain parts of Las Vegas from their already established dealings in the southern USA, and was avariciously viewing the potential profit to be had from the city. There were some mafia groups willing to do business, but certain individuals, wary of a newcomer organisation making their presence felt, were doing their best to ensure that this particular endeavour failed. Accordingly, Sakae was sent to spy on them, and in due time, neutralise at least some of them. At some point during the exchange, the whole affair goes wrong, an encounter with an FBI agent in the east of the city raises tensions, and people begin dying. The mafia group orchestrates a pre-emptive attack, believing the Gutiérrez syndicate to be planning a takeover of their "family".

The syndicate's men in the city start vanishing, and they begin catching on. The syndicate organises a gathering a little to the north west of the city, near its outskirts, in order to consolidate and plan a proper course of action in regards to that family's recent actions, and their increasingly belligerent actions towards them, and these mysterious disappearances. The gathering is ambushed, and casualties are sustained on both sides. Then the Zone makes its presence felt. Chaos erupts. Things appeared and disappeared, abominations and maddening sights turned it into a bloodbath. What exactly happened to him is not something that he recalls, though he does know that it hurt a lot.

Not that far from death, bleeding and broken, his power emerged, and after a shockwave that may have broken some windows and ruptured some eardrums, he vanished in the increasingly chaotic streets of Las Vegas, somehow dragging himself out of there despite his condition. Some of the aberrant entities that had appeared earlier began following him, and he hid in the alleyways of the city. He doesn't recall how well his hiding served him, and it wasn't long before he collapsed into unconsciousness. Days later, he woke up and found himself at the edge of the zone. That was three years ago.

In the aftermath of that debacle, was finally on his own, assumed dead, though he still retained connections to shady groups. These days, he's something of an assassin for hire, though officially a student, information broker, and musician. May also be watching out for the authorities, his former boss, or Luciano's colleges, should they begin looking for him, though he doesn't know much about them. Whilst cautious in utilising that which the Zone has bestowed upon him, rumours have been circulating in the criminal underworld for several years, and he has begun accruing a certain reputation amongst contract killers and their would be employees, especially regarding certain cases where he seems to have killed a target through unknown means. Of course, mysterious disappearances and deaths would also attract the attention of the American authorities, some of whom have been searching for a suspect for a number of cases. Similar cases were also present in parts of central and south America.

In particular, the FBI have been faced with a growing number of suspicious deaths, and a number of bodies that were found in the west coast, including an entire family in a small town, one of whom had a gunshot wound to the head, whilst the others appeared to have suffered severe internal rupturing, and bled from the eyes, ears and mouth. All the mirrors and windows in the room they had been found in, were shattered, too. The peculiar nature of this case raised a number of alarm bells, and began fuelling a number of unusual theories regarding the perpetrator. More recently, he joined a group heading into the zone, perhaps due to something he was hired for, or because it suited his own interests.

He travelled with them till the truck was attacked, and some were killed or separated. He was one of those separated. Without help, lost and lacking any way to communicate with others, he veered further and further into the zone, unknowingly. He found himself in increasingly dangerous areas, and whilst he did what he could to avoid the various hostile creatures and beings in the zone, his luck was about to run dry. Moving to a derelict building, he encountered a number of its residents. In one area, mutant humanoids attacked on sight. The death cries of the first few called more in, and it soon became a vicious blood bath, bullets and sonic blasts tearing through these monsters, though within several minutes, their numbers began to take a toll on both his ammunition and his stamina. He began retreating, moving through several corridors and rooms. Before long, it became apparent that the ruined building was bigger on the inside.

The next thing he encountered, was what could be best described as a swarm of hive-minded sludge-centipede-squid-wasp abominations. His exit was blocked off, and he was forced to flee into a suspiciously clean, featureless room. Then they came, and Sakae learned that the room absorbed sound. A few dozen bullets spent, and they were on him. A paralysing neurotoxin combined with their involuntary entry into his body through various orifices, ended any further resistance. Though Sakae could not move, his nerves still sent signals back to his brain. Any attempt to move, however, was intercepted by micro-organisms in the neurotoxin. The monsters, and the toxin (which created a sickening burning sensation) also had the unfortunate side effect of leaving him in excruciating pain, unable to make a sound or move a muscle. He remembers little after that, in a semi-delirious state for several hours, save vague glimpses of figures watching by the entrance to the room. Before he lost awareness, he heard the words, "Yes, the Azyleuth have dealt with the target..."

The first thing Sakae recalls after that, is returning to consciousness in some form of containment tank, hooked up to a variety of odd-looking technological devices, his arms and legs bound, and a breathing apparatus connected to his mouth. Sakae felt ...things... move, feed, and grow within him. Those abominations from earlier were had, for want of a better term, "found a new home". Being parasitic in nature, they gradually devoured him from within (both physically and mentally, feeding off emotions and memories as much as flesh), though they had an instinctive knack for avoiding irrevocably damaging things that were important enough (at least until they had well and truly "used up" a host). Larvae were the next part of the process. As they fed, so too did their young, and these tore their way out after a time. As the Azyleuth went through their life cycles, masked, human-shaped figures could be seen outside of the tank, a dull murmur emanating through the tank's structure as their muffled voices could be heard. Then the experiments began, and some of the odd machinery and devices connected to him began to make sense.

Time passed. It could have been days, or centuries, for all he knew. It certainly felt like the latter, and indeed, Sakae could have been in a place where time and its peculiarities differed from our world. He lost track of how many injections, incisions, implants, and other things were carried out or done to him, as they experimented on him, and his power. Whenever the damage was too severe, they repaired his body. The Azyleuth were implanted with biotechnological nanobots that allowed the experimenters to control them, even as far as how much they reproduced, where they went, and what variants of their toxins/enzymes they produced, and how much. Different strains of their kind were also engineered/altered. As for Sakae, they implanted a device in his brain that regulated his healing, and healed him whenever he no longer had a heartbeat, or blood no longer flowed to his brain. Of course, any lesser injury, even if fatal would not be enough to activate it, and would only heal normally. In this device, was also set a signal adhering to a specific electromagnetic frequency, that as Sakae would come to learn, was a manner of claiming ownership, or "branding" him as being owned by these slavers and allowing him to be tracked, without physically altering his appearance, as some cruder participants in various forms of slavery might. The implants, the "training," that would follow, and the remote-controlled parasites within him would all be a rather effective way of ensuring his obedience. Should he ever try to use his power against them, or try to escape, the Azyleuth would paralyse him, and be used to punish him, though they were a trillion other ways in which he could be punished.

At some point, he would be realised from the tank, and come to be informed of his predicament, or at least as much was necessary. These slavers had been watching him, ever since he had first become an anomaly, and had been preparing, biding their time, before deigning to track him down and enslave him. He would once again be a tool of others, although his time to beings of a more inhuman nature and disposition than would have ever imagined. His body and his power would be put to the uses, whims and vagaries of the slavers and their patrons. He would sing (with his sonic ability, his voice could prove to be rather ...noteworthy), kill, and suffer, among a great deal of other things, at the will of numerous entities. Things would change, however. Eventually, one of the Azyleuth gestated into a queen of its species, absorbing a number of the others, and growing rapidly. This was a rare occurrence, and an unanticipated one for the slavers (or possibly planned). Coupled with the fact that the slavers had inadvertently helped it evolve by genetic experiments on the parasites within Sakae, it was now an even rarer creature still. It spread throughout his body, linking itself to his nervous system, and controlling him like a puppet. He was allowed some measure of "freedom," though it would usually take control when commanded to by the slavers, and whomever was given a control device with which to command it. Periodically, the Azyleuth spawned more of its kind (including different breeds for different purposes, such as scouts, drones, soldiers, etc), and ate him from within. Normally this would kill the host, and they would devour the remains, before seeking out others. The fact that it was the host of the queen, changed this.

He's possibly kept by the queen in a certain place/containment box, where it has sort of grown within and outside of him. It can control groups of its children to form replicas of the host body, and maintain control/cohesion over them for a radius of fifty miles. Being a replica, each one also contains a copy of his brain structure and memories. Perhaps they could even have an element of his consciousness. Regardless, none of them can replicate his original ability to manipulate sound (or at the very least, only to a fraction of the real body's capability).

So, he may either be an trap assassin enslaved by interdimensional slavers, or one that was, but has sort of gone rogue because the Azyleuth broke free and took over. Or possibly something else, if anyone has good ideas. Whatever the case, some variation of a trope like this/this would be good.

Roleplay Experience: Fairly good, I'd say. I've been RPing since I created this my unjustly deleted account back in 2011.
ID CODE: 1997 (DO NOT REMOVE)

[Wallenburg]

Figured I might as well reupload the app, with a bit extra in the bio I did a few days ago. (Though I was bit uncertain, so the end isn't entirely finished. Suggestions and stuff like that is always good).

Name: Sakae Tsukinomiya
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Occupation: Student, musician, information broker, assassin/contract killer
Appearance:

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Equipment: Clothes, Two H&K VP9 pistols, SIG SG 552, wakizashi. Generic items (money, food, that sort of thing). Several concealed knives.
Skills: Marksmanship, some skill with bladed weaponry and melee. He can speak Japanese, English, German, Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese (these last 3 are closely related and apparently relatively mutually intelligible, according to an Italian I know). Stealth/subterfuge, deceit. Parkour/freerunning. Cooking. Stealing, both physical and technological (hacking).
Weaknesses: Physically weak, not exactly that durable, some issues of the mental variety. Overly sensitive to sound (including potential sound-based attacks by something in the zone).
Personality:

Quiet and generally seeming apathetic, it can be difficult to tell whether Sakae is simply good at hiding his emotions, or doesn't care, though he often seems to be smiling faintly, commonly for no obvious reason, and does so to the extent that even he forgets whether or not his smile is genuine. He has something of an inferiority complex, as well as a darkly twisted, nihilistic philosophical view of things, being somewhat aware of the common concept of morality, but regarding it as foolish, flawed and inapplicable to the real world. He lacks much in the way of social skills, and in some ways is naïve, of almost childlike ignorance in regards to society and people, yet at the same time pessimistic and jaded, ruthless to those that get in his way, yet also expecting others to grind him into the dirt, or attempt to do so. He possesses a fractured and often contradictory psyche that can take bits and pieces of the way he once was in the past, and merge it unpredictably with the present, whilst also altering memories, or even erasing them, at particular points.

Accordingly, along with his experiences, he also developed masochistic tendencies, though whether he may have already had elements of that to begin with, is uncertain.
Whilst often cold, despite simultaneously seeming mildly amused or pleased, he can at rare times be remarkably fearful and eager to obey others, should he be cornered or overpowered. Sakae is usually emotionally distant, refusing to allow anyone to become too close to him, though he may not always succeed, and tends to come off as shy rather than harsh, a demeanour supported by a lack of experience in anything approaching a healthy relationship. He sometimes displays fear and anxiety at the touch of others. He has a fondness for most music, as well as nature, books and sweets. May be a tad tsun/dandere, and after properly becoming attached to someone, a little yandere.

Since that little "kidnapped by interdimensional slavers," ordeal, his mental state has made something of a nosedive towards "broken, pitiful wreck," though he had not been entirely sane for a long time anyway.

Biography:

Born to a Japanese family in São Paulo, with Yakuza connections and links to a group back overseas in Osaka, it was all but certain that Sakae would be dragged into the world of crime from an early age. His father involved in gambling, weapons and drugs trade, was rarely at home, whilst his mother, although somewhat more on the fringes of that world, nonetheless had dubious affiliations, even if she had a more reputable job.

From a fairly young age, he was perceptive, and reasonably intelligent, so it didn't take him long to figure out the sort of stuff his father was involved in. He was an avid book reader, and he sometimes took more to reading than socializing. he displayed a fair amount of intelligence, and an element of rebelliousness. At school, Sakae was often remarked upon for his feminine appearance, and whilst there was an element of teasing or discrimination at times, rumours of Yakuza connections often intimidated those who might act further. Not being particularly socially adept, he tended to avoid others, and so a sort of self-perpetuating social barrier formed between him and those who may have otherwise been considered classmates and potential friends.

He sometimes made futile attempts to seem a bit more masculine, though they weren't always successful. Sakae ended up somewhere in the middle, at times remarkably girlish, polite, and quiet, with a fondness for cute things, animals, nature, sweets, anime, manga, games and books, whilst at times also attempting, sometimes halfheartedly, to play the delinquent, and came to further involvement in the "underworld" his father already lived in. Beginning to learn Karate of the Shukokai variation after his father recommended that he learn to defend himself, Sakae utilised his apparently fragile appearance well, and whilst never exactly what one would call tough or strong, he had considerable agility, flexibility and fast reflexes, even when he was quite young.

When he was around eight or nine, his father got on the wrong side of some people, ended up dead, and he, in due turn, found himself kidnapped and sold into slavery, likely as a "bonus" or something of that sort, a freebie, as well as a way of further punishing his now dead father.

Considering his particularly feminine appearance, it wasn't too surprising that there were very soon interested parties, though he was still quite young at the time. Thus began an involuntary entry into the sex industry, though he was usually not paid, and often drugged during the process. At some point he fell into the hands of someone who decided to keep him a bit more permanently, a Colombian drug lord named Luciano Esteban Gutiérrez, with links to Mexico and southern parts of the USA.

It could have been worse, Sakae told himself. At least he had food and shelter. Sometimes clothes, too, though they were usually those worn by women. It sometimes hurt, and Sakae sometimes suffered abuse that easily rivalled that of his previous "patrons", but at least he didn't die. Surely ceasing to exist was worse. Luciano feared he would one day cease to look like a girl, so Sakae was often injected with estrogen, which had a lasting effect on both mind and body. Along the way, he was sometimes told to run errands, eventually learning how to poison and murder the enemies of whomever owned him, often lowering their guard through his apparent femininity in the process.

Thus it was, that from a mere tool, he became a weapon. He would work his way into their trust, or at least a situation in which he could kill them and escape. Sakae came to target numerous individuals, officials, reporters, judges and the like, who had holier than thou attitudes, and a desire to stamp out the likes of the crime and terrorist networks in which his master was involved. If he didn't perform adequately enough, or even failed, then he would be locked up, imprisoned and tortured.

In spite of all these ordeals, it would only be after all that that things would get worse. The syndicate his owner was part of, had already established tentative links further north with certain parts of Las Vegas from their already established dealings in the southern USA, and was avariciously viewing the potential profit to be had from the city. There were some mafia groups willing to do business, but certain individuals, wary of a newcomer organisation making their presence felt, were doing their best to ensure that this particular endeavour failed. Accordingly, Sakae was sent to spy on them, and in due time, neutralise at least some of them. At some point during the exchange, the whole affair goes wrong, an encounter with an FBI agent in the east of the city raises tensions, and people begin dying. The mafia group orchestrates a pre-emptive attack, believing the Gutiérrez syndicate to be planning a takeover of their "family".

The syndicate's men in the city start vanishing, and they begin catching on. The syndicate organises a gathering a little to the north west of the city, near its outskirts, in order to consolidate and plan a proper course of action in regards to that family's recent actions, and their increasingly belligerent actions towards them, and these mysterious disappearances. The gathering is ambushed, and casualties are sustained on both sides. Then the Zone makes its presence felt. Chaos erupts. Things appeared and disappeared, abominations and maddening sights turned it into a bloodbath. What exactly happened to him is not something that he recalls, though he does know that it hurt a lot.

Not that far from death, bleeding and broken, his power emerged, and after a shockwave that may have broken some windows and ruptured some eardrums, he vanished in the increasingly chaotic streets of Las Vegas, somehow dragging himself out of there despite his condition. Some of the aberrant entities that had appeared earlier began following him, and he hid in the alleyways of the city. He doesn't recall how well his hiding served him, and it wasn't long before he collapsed into unconsciousness. Days later, he woke up and found himself at the edge of the zone. That was three years ago.

In the aftermath of that debacle, was finally on his own, assumed dead, though he still retained connections to shady groups. These days, he's something of an assassin for hire, though officially a student, information broker, and musician. May also be watching out for the authorities, his former boss, or Luciano's colleges, should they begin looking for him, though he doesn't know much about them. Whilst cautious in utilising that which the Zone has bestowed upon him, rumours have been circulating in the criminal underworld for several years, and he has begun accruing a certain reputation amongst contract killers and their would be employees, especially regarding certain cases where he seems to have killed a target through unknown means. Of course, mysterious disappearances and deaths would also attract the attention of the American authorities, some of whom have been searching for a suspect for a number of cases. Similar cases were also present in parts of central and south America.

In particular, the FBI have been faced with a growing number of suspicious deaths, and a number of bodies that were found in the west coast, including an entire family in a small town, one of whom had a gunshot wound to the head, whilst the others appeared to have suffered severe internal rupturing, and bled from the eyes, ears and mouth. All the mirrors and windows in the room they had been found in, were shattered, too. The peculiar nature of this case raised a number of alarm bells, and began fuelling a number of unusual theories regarding the perpetrator. More recently, he joined a group heading into the zone, perhaps due to something he was hired for, or because it suited his own interests.

He travelled with them till the truck was attacked, and some were killed or separated. He was one of those separated. Without help, lost and lacking any way to communicate with others, he veered further and further into the zone, unknowingly. He found himself in increasingly dangerous areas, and whilst he did what he could to avoid the various hostile creatures and beings in the zone, his luck was about to run dry. Moving to a derelict building, he encountered a number of its residents. In one area, mutant humanoids attacked on sight. The death cries of the first few called more in, and it soon became a vicious blood bath, bullets and sonic blasts tearing through these monsters, though within several minutes, their numbers began to take a toll on both his ammunition and his stamina. He began retreating, moving through several corridors and rooms. Before long, it became apparent that the ruined building was bigger on the inside.

The next thing he encountered, was what could be best described as a swarm of hive-minded sludge-centipede-squid-wasp abominations. His exit was blocked off, and he was forced to flee into a suspiciously clean, featureless room. Then they came, and Sakae learned that the room absorbed sound. A few dozen bullets spent, and they were on him. A paralysing neurotoxin combined with their involuntary entry into his body through various orifices, ended any further resistance. Though Sakae could not move, his nerves still sent signals back to his brain. Any attempt to move, however, was intercepted by micro-organisms in the neurotoxin. The monsters, and the toxin (which created a sickening burning sensation) also had the unfortunate side effect of leaving him in excruciating pain, unable to make a sound or move a muscle. He remembers little after that, in a semi-delirious state for several hours, save vague glimpses of figures watching by the entrance to the room. Before he lost awareness, he heard the words, "Yes, the Azyleuth have dealt with the target..."

The first thing Sakae recalls after that, is returning to consciousness in some form of containment tank, hooked up to a variety of odd-looking technological devices, his arms and legs bound, and a breathing apparatus connected to his mouth. Sakae felt ...things... move, feed, and grow within him. Those abominations from earlier were had, for want of a better term, "found a new home". Being parasitic in nature, they gradually devoured him from within (both physically and mentally, feeding off emotions and memories as much as flesh), though they had an instinctive knack for avoiding irrevocably damaging things that were important enough (at least until they had well and truly "used up" a host). Larvae were the next part of the process. As they fed, so too did their young, and these tore their way out after a time. As the Azyleuth went through their life cycles, masked, human-shaped figures could be seen outside of the tank, a dull murmur emanating through the tank's structure as their muffled voices could be heard. Then the experiments began, and some of the odd machinery and devices connected to him began to make sense.

Time passed. It could have been days, or centuries, for all he knew. It certainly felt like the latter, and indeed, Sakae could have been in a place where time and its peculiarities differed from our world. He lost track of how many injections, incisions, implants, and other things were carried out or done to him, as they experimented on him, and his power. Whenever the damage was too severe, they repaired his body. The Azyleuth were implanted with biotechnological nanobots that allowed the experimenters to control them, even as far as how much they reproduced, where they went, and what variants of their toxins/enzymes they produced, and how much. Different strains of their kind were also engineered/altered. As for Sakae, they implanted a device in his brain that regulated his healing, and healed him whenever he no longer had a heartbeat, or blood no longer flowed to his brain. Of course, any lesser injury, even if fatal would not be enough to activate it, and would only heal normally. In this device, was also set a signal adhering to a specific electromagnetic frequency, that as Sakae would come to learn, was a manner of claiming ownership, or "branding" him as being owned by these slavers and allowing him to be tracked, without physically altering his appearance, as some cruder participants in various forms of slavery might. The implants, the "training," that would follow, and the remote-controlled parasites within him would all be a rather effective way of ensuring his obedience. Should he ever try to use his power against them, or try to escape, the Azyleuth would paralyse him, and be used to punish him, though they were a trillion other ways in which he could be punished.

At some point, he would be realised from the tank, and come to be informed of his predicament, or at least as much was necessary. These slavers had been watching him, ever since he had first become an anomaly, and had been preparing, biding their time, before deigning to track him down and enslave him. He would once again be a tool of others, although his time to beings of a more inhuman nature and disposition than would have ever imagined. His body and his power would be put to the uses, whims and vagaries of the slavers and their patrons. He would sing, kill, and suffer, among a great deal of other things, at the will of numerous entities. Things would change, however. Eventually, one of the Azyleuth gestated into a queen of its species, absorbing a number of the others, and growing rapidly. This was a rare occurrence, and an unanticipated one for the slavers (or possibly planned). Coupled with the fact that the slavers had inadvertently helped it evolve by genetic experiments on the parasites within Sakae, it was now an even rarer creature still. It spread throughout his body, linking itself to his nervous system, and controlling him like a puppet. He was allowed some measure of "freedom," though it would usually take control when commanded to by the slavers, and whomever was given a control device with which to command it. Periodically, the Azyleuth spawned more of its kind, and ate him from within. Normally this would kill the host, and they would devour the remains, before seeking out others. The fact that it was the host of the queen, changed this.

He's possibly kept by the queen in a certain place/containment box, where it has sort of grown within and outside of him. It can control groups of its children to form replicas of the host body, and maintain control/cohesion over them for a radius of fifty miles. Being a replica, each one also contains a copy of his brain structure and memories. Perhaps they could even have an element of his consciousness. Regardless, none of them can replicate his original ability to manipulate sound (or at the very least, only to a fraction of the real body's capability)

So, he may either be an trap assassin enslaved by interdimensional slavers, or one that was, but has sort of gone rogue because the Azyleuth broke free and took over. Or possibly something else, if anyone has good ideas. Whatever the case, some variation of a trope like this/this would be good.

Roleplay Experience: Fairly good, I'd say. I've been RPing since I created this my unjustly deleted account back in 2011.
ID CODE: 1997 (DO NOT REMOVE)

Now I don't judge, but those pictures look very female to me.

Also, posted.

[Ximea]

Now I don't judge, but those pictures look very female to me.

Also, posted.

Sakae is trap-kun.

[Wallenburg]

Now I don't judge, but those pictures look very female to me.

Also, posted.

Sakae is trap-kun.

Gesundheit?

[Nea Videssos]

Figured I might as well reupload the app, with a bit extra in the bio I did a few days ago. (Though I was bit uncertain, so the end isn't entirely finished. Suggestions and stuff like that is always good).

Name: Sakae Tsukinomiya
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Occupation: Student, musician, information broker, assassin/contract killer
Appearance:

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Equipment: Clothes, Two H&K VP9 pistols, SIG SG 552, wakizashi. Generic items (money, food, that sort of thing). Several concealed knives.
Skills: Marksmanship, some skill with bladed weaponry and melee. He can speak Japanese, English, German, Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese (these last 3 are closely related and apparently relatively mutually intelligible, according to an Italian I know). Stealth/subterfuge, deceit. Parkour/freerunning. Cooking. Stealing, both physical and technological (hacking).
Weaknesses: Physically weak, not exactly that durable, some issues of the mental variety. Overly sensitive to sound (including potential sound-based attacks by something in the zone).
Personality:

Quiet and generally seeming apathetic, it can be difficult to tell whether Sakae is simply good at hiding his emotions, or doesn't care, though he often seems to be smiling faintly, commonly for no obvious reason, and does so to the extent that even he forgets whether or not his smile is genuine. He has something of an inferiority complex, as well as a darkly twisted, nihilistic philosophical view of things, being somewhat aware of the common concept of morality, but regarding it as foolish, flawed and inapplicable to the real world. He lacks much in the way of social skills, and in some ways is naïve, of almost childlike ignorance in regards to society and people, yet at the same time pessimistic and jaded, ruthless to those that get in his way, yet also expecting others to grind him into the dirt, or attempt to do so. He possesses a fractured and often contradictory psyche that can take bits and pieces of the way he once was in the past, and merge it unpredictably with the present, whilst also altering memories, or even erasing them, at particular points.

Accordingly, along with his experiences, he also developed masochistic tendencies, though whether he may have already had elements of that to begin with, is uncertain.
Whilst often cold, despite simultaneously seeming mildly amused or pleased, he can at rare times be remarkably fearful and eager to obey others, should he be cornered or overpowered. Sakae is usually emotionally distant, refusing to allow anyone to become too close to him, though he may not always succeed, and tends to come off as shy rather than harsh, a demeanour supported by a lack of experience in anything approaching a healthy relationship. He sometimes displays fear and anxiety at the touch of others. He has a fondness for most music, as well as nature, books and sweets. May be a tad tsun/dandere, and after properly becoming attached to someone, a little yandere.

Since that little "kidnapped by interdimensional slavers," ordeal, his mental state has made something of a nosedive towards "broken, pitiful wreck," though he had not been entirely sane for a long time anyway.

Biography:

Born to a Japanese family in São Paulo, with Yakuza connections and links to a group back overseas in Osaka, it was all but certain that Sakae would be dragged into the world of crime from an early age. His father involved in gambling, weapons and drugs trade, was rarely at home, whilst his mother, although somewhat more on the fringes of that world, nonetheless had dubious affiliations, even if she had a more reputable job.

From a fairly young age, he was perceptive, and reasonably intelligent, so it didn't take him long to figure out the sort of stuff his father was involved in. He was an avid book reader, and he sometimes took more to reading than socializing. he displayed a fair amount of intelligence, and an element of rebelliousness. At school, Sakae was often remarked upon for his feminine appearance, and whilst there was an element of teasing or discrimination at times, rumours of Yakuza connections often intimidated those who might act further. Not being particularly socially adept, he tended to avoid others, and so a sort of self-perpetuating social barrier formed between him and those who may have otherwise been considered classmates and potential friends.

He sometimes made futile attempts to seem a bit more masculine, though they weren't always successful. Sakae ended up somewhere in the middle, at times remarkably girlish, polite, and quiet, with a fondness for cute things, animals, nature, sweets, anime, manga, games and books, whilst at times also attempting, sometimes halfheartedly, to play the delinquent, and came to further involvement in the "underworld" his father already lived in. Beginning to learn Karate of the Shukokai variation after his father recommended that he learn to defend himself, Sakae utilised his apparently fragile appearance well, and whilst never exactly what one would call tough or strong, he had considerable agility, flexibility and fast reflexes, even when he was quite young.

When he was around eight or nine, his father got on the wrong side of some people, ended up dead, and he, in due turn, found himself kidnapped and sold into slavery, likely as a "bonus" or something of that sort, a freebie, as well as a way of further punishing his now dead father.

Considering his particularly feminine appearance, it wasn't too surprising that there were very soon interested parties, though he was still quite young at the time. Thus began an involuntary entry into the sex industry, though he was usually not paid, and often drugged during the process. At some point he fell into the hands of someone who decided to keep him a bit more permanently, a Colombian drug lord named Luciano Esteban Gutiérrez, with links to Mexico and southern parts of the USA.

It could have been worse, Sakae told himself. At least he had food and shelter. Sometimes clothes, too, though they were usually those worn by women. It sometimes hurt, and Sakae sometimes suffered abuse that easily rivalled that of his previous "patrons", but at least he didn't die. Surely ceasing to exist was worse. Luciano feared he would one day cease to look like a girl, so Sakae was often injected with estrogen, which had a lasting effect on both mind and body. Along the way, he was sometimes told to run errands, eventually learning how to poison and murder the enemies of whomever owned him, often lowering their guard through his apparent femininity in the process.

Thus it was, that from a mere tool, he became a weapon. He would work his way into their trust, or at least a situation in which he could kill them and escape. Sakae came to target numerous individuals, officials, reporters, judges and the like, who had holier than thou attitudes, and a desire to stamp out the likes of the crime and terrorist networks in which his master was involved. If he didn't perform adequately enough, or even failed, then he would be locked up, imprisoned and tortured.

In spite of all these ordeals, it would only be after all that that things would get worse. The syndicate his owner was part of, had already established tentative links further north with certain parts of Las Vegas from their already established dealings in the southern USA, and was avariciously viewing the potential profit to be had from the city. There were some mafia groups willing to do business, but certain individuals, wary of a newcomer organisation making their presence felt, were doing their best to ensure that this particular endeavour failed. Accordingly, Sakae was sent to spy on them, and in due time, neutralise at least some of them. At some point during the exchange, the whole affair goes wrong, an encounter with an FBI agent in the east of the city raises tensions, and people begin dying. The mafia group orchestrates a pre-emptive attack, believing the Gutiérrez syndicate to be planning a takeover of their "family".

The syndicate's men in the city start vanishing, and they begin catching on. The syndicate organises a gathering a little to the north west of the city, near its outskirts, in order to consolidate and plan a proper course of action in regards to that family's recent actions, and their increasingly belligerent actions towards them, and these mysterious disappearances. The gathering is ambushed, and casualties are sustained on both sides. Then the Zone makes its presence felt. Chaos erupts. Things appeared and disappeared, abominations and maddening sights turned it into a bloodbath. What exactly happened to him is not something that he recalls, though he does know that it hurt a lot.

Not that far from death, bleeding and broken, his power emerged, and after a shockwave that may have broken some windows and ruptured some eardrums, he vanished in the increasingly chaotic streets of Las Vegas, somehow dragging himself out of there despite his condition. Some of the aberrant entities that had appeared earlier began following him, and he hid in the alleyways of the city. He doesn't recall how well his hiding served him, and it wasn't long before he collapsed into unconsciousness. Days later, he woke up and found himself at the edge of the zone. That was three years ago.

In the aftermath of that debacle, was finally on his own, assumed dead, though he still retained connections to shady groups. These days, he's something of an assassin for hire, though officially a student, information broker, and musician. May also be watching out for the authorities, his former boss, or Luciano's colleges, should they begin looking for him, though he doesn't know much about them. Whilst cautious in utilising that which the Zone has bestowed upon him, rumours have been circulating in the criminal underworld for several years, and he has begun accruing a certain reputation amongst contract killers and their would be employees, especially regarding certain cases where he seems to have killed a target through unknown means. Of course, mysterious disappearances and deaths would also attract the attention of the American authorities, some of whom have been searching for a suspect for a number of cases. Similar cases were also present in parts of central and south America.

In particular, the FBI have been faced with a growing number of suspicious deaths, and a number of bodies that were found in the west coast, including an entire family in a small town, one of whom had a gunshot wound to the head, whilst the others appeared to have suffered severe internal rupturing, and bled from the eyes, ears and mouth. All the mirrors and windows in the room they had been found in, were shattered, too. The peculiar nature of this case raised a number of alarm bells, and began fuelling a number of unusual theories regarding the perpetrator. More recently, he joined a group heading into the zone, perhaps due to something he was hired for, or because it suited his own interests.

He travelled with them till the truck was attacked, and some were killed or separated. He was one of those separated. Without help, lost and lacking any way to communicate with others, he veered further and further into the zone, unknowingly. He found himself in increasingly dangerous areas, and whilst he did what he could to avoid the various hostile creatures and beings in the zone, his luck was about to run dry. Moving to a derelict building, he encountered a number of its residents. In one area, mutant humanoids attacked on sight. The death cries of the first few called more in, and it soon became a vicious blood bath, bullets and sonic blasts tearing through these monsters, though within several minutes, their numbers began to take a toll on both his ammunition and his stamina. He began retreating, moving through several corridors and rooms. Before long, it became apparent that the ruined building was bigger on the inside.

The next thing he encountered, was what could be best described as a swarm of hive-minded sludge-centipede-squid-wasp abominations. His exit was blocked off, and he was forced to flee into a suspiciously clean, featureless room. Then they came, and Sakae learned that the room absorbed sound. A few dozen bullets spent, and they were on him. A paralysing neurotoxin combined with their involuntary entry into his body through various orifices, ended any further resistance. Though Sakae could not move, his nerves still sent signals back to his brain. Any attempt to move, however, was intercepted by micro-organisms in the neurotoxin. The monsters, and the toxin (which created a sickening burning sensation) also had the unfortunate side effect of leaving him in excruciating pain, unable to make a sound or move a muscle. He remembers little after that, in a semi-delirious state for several hours, save vague glimpses of figures watching by the entrance to the room. Before he lost awareness, he heard the words, "Yes, the Azyleuth have dealt with the target..."

The first thing Sakae recalls after that, is returning to consciousness in some form of containment tank, hooked up to a variety of odd-looking technological devices, his arms and legs bound, and a breathing apparatus connected to his mouth. Sakae felt ...things... move, feed, and grow within him. Those abominations from earlier were had, for want of a better term, "found a new home". Being parasitic in nature, they gradually devoured him from within (both physically and mentally, feeding off emotions and memories as much as flesh), though they had an instinctive knack for avoiding irrevocably damaging things that were important enough (at least until they had well and truly "used up" a host). Larvae were the next part of the process. As they fed, so too did their young, and these tore their way out after a time. As the Azyleuth went through their life cycles, masked, human-shaped figures could be seen outside of the tank, a dull murmur emanating through the tank's structure as their muffled voices could be heard. Then the experiments began, and some of the odd machinery and devices connected to him began to make sense.

Time passed. It could have been days, or centuries, for all he knew. It certainly felt like the latter, and indeed, Sakae could have been in a place where time and its peculiarities differed from our world. He lost track of how many injections, incisions, implants, and other things were carried out or done to him, as they experimented on him, and his power. Whenever the damage was too severe, they repaired his body. The Azyleuth were implanted with biotechnological nanobots that allowed the experimenters to control them, even as far as how much they reproduced, where they went, and what variants of their toxins/enzymes they produced, and how much. Different strains of their kind were also engineered/altered. As for Sakae, they implanted a device in his brain that regulated his healing, and healed him whenever he no longer had a heartbeat, or blood no longer flowed to his brain. Of course, any lesser injury, even if fatal would not be enough to activate it, and would only heal normally. In this device, was also set a signal adhering to a specific electromagnetic frequency, that as Sakae would come to learn, was a manner of claiming ownership, or "branding" him as being owned by these slavers and allowing him to be tracked, without physically altering his appearance, as some cruder participants in various forms of slavery might. The implants, the "training," that would follow, and the remote-controlled parasites within him would all be a rather effective way of ensuring his obedience. Should he ever try to use his power against them, or try to escape, the Azyleuth would paralyse him, and be used to punish him, though they were a trillion other ways in which he could be punished.

At some point, he would be realised from the tank, and come to be informed of his predicament, or at least as much was necessary. These slavers had been watching him, ever since he had first become an anomaly, and had been preparing, biding their time, before deigning to track him down and enslave him. He would once again be a tool of others, although his time to beings of a more inhuman nature and disposition than would have ever imagined. His body and his power would be put to the uses, whims and vagaries of the slavers and their patrons. He would sing, kill, and suffer, among a great deal of other things, at the will of numerous entities. Things would change, however. Eventually, one of the Azyleuth gestated into a queen of its species, absorbing a number of the others, and growing rapidly. This was a rare occurrence, and an unanticipated one for the slavers (or possibly planned). Coupled with the fact that the slavers had inadvertently helped it evolve by genetic experiments on the parasites within Sakae, it was now an even rarer creature still. It spread throughout his body, linking itself to his nervous system, and controlling him like a puppet. He was allowed some measure of "freedom," though it would usually take control when commanded to by the slavers, and whomever was given a control device with which to command it. Periodically, the Azyleuth spawned more of its kind, and ate him from within. Normally this would kill the host, and they would devour the remains, before seeking out others. The fact that it was the host of the queen, changed this.

He's possibly kept by the queen in a certain place/containment box, where it has sort of grown within and outside of him. It can control groups of its children to form replicas of the host body, and maintain control/cohesion over them for a radius of fifty miles. Being a replica, each one also contains a copy of his brain structure and memories. Perhaps they could even have an element of his consciousness. Regardless, none of them can replicate his original ability to manipulate sound (or at the very least, only to a fraction of the real body's capability)

So, he may either be an trap assassin enslaved by interdimensional slavers, or one that was, but has sort of gone rogue because the Azyleuth broke free and took over. Or possibly something else, if anyone has good ideas. Whatever the case, some variation of a trope like this/this would be good.

Roleplay Experience: Fairly good, I'd say. I've been RPing since I created this my unjustly deleted account back in 2011.
ID CODE: 1997 (DO NOT REMOVE)

Now I don't judge, but those pictures look very female to me.

Also, posted.

That's sort of the point, and like Ximea said, he's a trap (or otokonoko, in Japanese).
Basically a guy that looks like a girl (not necessarily anything to do with sexuality or gender identity).

[The United Equstrian Front]

Hey monofox, that theme song for Hawkins nice stuff man.

[Sarejo]

Now I don't judge, but those pictures look very female to me.

Also, posted.

That's sort of the point, and like Ximea said, he's a trap (or otokonoko, in Japanese).
Basically a guy that looks like a girl (not necessarily anything to do with sexuality or gender identity).

I get what you're going for (I think? I don't care for Anime and therefore don't know shit about it), but every single one of those pics is a flat-chested chick. They're even wearing skirts and a schoolgirl uniform, ffs lol.