Elfen High 2 (OOC 3, Closed)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Can you take me to God?"
"Do you have an appointment?"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"Can you take me to God?"
"Do you have an appointment?"

I had to try. .

[Nude East Ireland]

"Can you take me to God?"
"Do you have an appointment?"

"Don't you know who I am?"

"No."

"Oh... well, I'm from the future. And I know Aleister Crowley."

"Shit, you know Crowley? Fuck, God is right over here."

[Nude East Ireland]

I just remembered... Damien's only sixteen.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

This should be a good battle soon.

Also, pay attention to every detail because I actually did plan (I'm shocked too) the final battle quite a bit and we'll have some foreshadowing for it.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I just remembered... Damien's only sixteen.

He's legal in my country.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

I just remembered... Damien's only sixteen.

He's legal in my country.

And mine.

[Nude East Ireland]

He's legal in my country.

And mine.

I don't mean that necessarily, but the fact that he's been through everything in only sixteen years.

Not that age matters in EH.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

*only just read the IC*

Damien fucked Morgan Le Fey.

Congrats Damien, you just got the same pussy as Merlin. How does that make you feel?

[Nude East Ireland]

*only just read the IC*

Damien fucked Morgan Le Fey.

Congrats Damien, you just got the same pussy as Merlin. How does that make you feel?

Um, Damien is a character that I use in the roleplay. I don't think he'll respond to you.

[The Inritus Extraho]

I don't know what to do for RU...

(This is why I don't DM/OP)

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Name: Christopher Straka
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Master Corporal (OR-5)
Age (Actual): 28
Age (Appears): 28
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Canada
Appearance (Picture or good description): Medium-short greasy dark-brown hair which tends to cover up his right eye, slightly pale, greasy white skin prone to breaking out in zits, dark blue-green eyes. Also wears a pair of prescription glasses for near-sightedness that can transition between clear and tinted. Cannot grow any substantial facial hair to save his life.
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): ICU with helmet, with a red, orange, and black pattern. Rucksack full of supplies and tactical/fragmentation vest are added when combat is expected.
Powergrid:
INT: 2
STR: 2
SPD: 3
DUR: 2
MAG: 0
FS: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most demons, and while a decent shot doesn't have the same hand-to-hand strength as Michael. Prone to anger and outbursts particularly when embarrassed.
Personality: Chris tends to keep to himself when around others. Back home he could never get comfortable in social situations, a by-product of 10 years of bullying and 2 years of being home-schooled. While he presents himself as a professional and stone-cold badass, underneath he's still that same kid crying in an elementary school.
History: Born in Calgary but living most of his life in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada, Christopher, or Chris as he preferred to be called, used to be an optimistic, nice little boy, always willing to help others. 12 years of torture and becoming a social outcast ended that, and led to him developing quite a few quirks, in addition to low self-esteem.

Then he got his head sliced off in his university dorm by everyone's favourite psychopath James Callahan.

Spawning in Hell in only his thick grey housecoat and no idea what the fuck had happened, he began to wander. Eventually he encountered a demon, and while fearful asked to help. What he received instead was a near-death experience when the demon attacked. Losing his housecoat, James relied on speed and his minor training in Judo to evade the monster. That first encounter forever coloured his perception of demons, and by the time he stumbled up to the gates of the ISSR, dehydrated, hungry, and exhausted, he had declared his own private war with the entire race.

As the ISSR nursed him back to health, and gave him clothes to wear, he appealed directly to the base commander, Brigadier General Sanchez, to allow him to stay. Eventually, Sanchez' right-hand, Master Warrant Officer Michael Dubois convinced the Brigadier to allow the kid to stay, on the condition that Dubois would take full responsibility for him. What followed, after James recuperated enough, was near two years of hard-as-nails training in some of the worst places Hell had to offer. Even now the kid, assigned as Dubois' right-hand man himself, is still being pushed to the limits, and he is obsessed with proving himself.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): All-black C8A1 carbine with carrying handle, all-black Browning Hi-Power pistol, three C13 grenades, Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife with a blood-red handle.

Name: Avery Johnson
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Gunnery Sergeant (OR-7)
Age (Actual): 33
Age (Appears): 33
Race: Human
Country of Origin: United States
Appearance (Picture or good description): Because fuck yeah
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): MCCUU with Hell-pattern, helmet, and vest.
Powergrid:
INT: 3
STR: 3
SPD: 3
DUR: 4
MAG: 0
FS: 4
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most Demons.
Personality: He's Gunnery Sergeant Avery Johnson, bitch.
History: Born in Norfolk, Virgina to a Marine father and loving mother, Avery Johnson was quick to join the Corps. His enthusiasm and discipline drilled into him by his father helped him rise through the ranks, and when an appointment with the ISSR was offered Johnson immediately volunteered. A crack shot, he has a strong liking for Cuban cigars, and smokes them often.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): M110 Rifle, M9 pistol, M67 grenade, KA-BAR.

Name: Emily Clerc
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Obergefreiter (OR-3)
Age (Actual): 24
Age (Appears): 24
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Switzerland
Appearance (Picture or good description): Best I could find online
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): This, in Hell colours obviously
Powergrid:
INT: 3
STR: 2
SPD: 2
DUR: 2
MAG: 3 - Healing
FS: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most Demons.
Personality: Kind, generous, and empathetic, likes to look for the good in people.
History: I've stopped giving two shits about this part. Gist of it she's a nice person who attended Elfen High for a bit and became a medic in the Swiss Army before volunteering at the ISSR.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): Sturmgewehr 90, Pistole 75, three HG 85 grenades, six Swiss Army Knives, extensive first-aid kit.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

*is ready to begin the final battle of Moscow arc*
*NEI logs off*
http://nooooooooooooooo.com/

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Name: Christopher Straka
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Master Corporal (OR-5)
Age (Actual): 28
Age (Appears): 28
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Canada
Appearance (Picture or good description): Medium-short greasy dark-brown hair which tends to cover up his right eye, slightly pale, greasy white skin prone to breaking out in zits, dark blue-green eyes. Also wears a pair of prescription glasses for near-sightedness that can transition between clear and tinted. Cannot grow any substantial facial hair to save his life.
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): ICU with helmet, with a red, orange, and black pattern. Rucksack full of supplies and tactical/fragmentation vest are added when combat is expected.
Powergrid:
INT: 2
STR: 2
SPD: 3
DUR: 2
MAG: 0
FS: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most demons, and while a decent shot doesn't have the same hand-to-hand strength as Michael. Prone to anger and outbursts particularly when embarrassed.
Personality: Chris tends to keep to himself when around others. Back home he could never get comfortable in social situations, a by-product of 10 years of bullying and 2 years of being home-schooled. While he presents himself as a professional and stone-cold badass, underneath he's still that same kid crying in an elementary school.
History: Born in Calgary but living most of his life in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada, Christopher, or Chris as he preferred to be called, used to be an optimistic, nice little boy, always willing to help others. 12 years of torture and becoming a social outcast ended that, and led to him developing quite a few quirks, in addition to low self-esteem.

Then he got his head sliced off in his university dorm by everyone's favourite psychopath James Callahan.

Spawning in Hell in only his thick grey housecoat and no idea what the fuck had happened, he began to wander. Eventually he encountered a demon, and while fearful asked to help. What he received instead was a near-death experience when the demon attacked. Losing his housecoat, James relied on speed and his minor training in Judo to evade the monster. That first encounter forever coloured his perception of demons, and by the time he stumbled up to the gates of the ISSR, dehydrated, hungry, and exhausted, he had declared his own private war with the entire race.

As the ISSR nursed him back to health, and gave him clothes to wear, he appealed directly to the base commander, Brigadier General Sanchez, to allow him to stay. Eventually, Sanchez' right-hand, Master Warrant Officer Michael Dubois convinced the Brigadier to allow the kid to stay, on the condition that Dubois would take full responsibility for him. What followed, after James recuperated enough, was near two years of hard-as-nails training in some of the worst places Hell had to offer. Even now the kid, assigned as Dubois' right-hand man himself, is still being pushed to the limits, and he is obsessed with proving himself.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): All-black C8A1 carbine with carrying handle, all-black Browning Hi-Power pistol, three C13 grenades, Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife with a blood-red handle.

Name: Avery Johnson
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Gunnery Sergeant (OR-7)
Age (Actual): 33
Age (Appears): 33
Race: Human
Country of Origin: United States
Appearance (Picture or good description): Because fuck yeah
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): MCCUU with Hell-pattern, helmet, and vest.
Powergrid:
INT: 3
STR: 3
SPD: 3
DUR: 4
MAG: 0
FS: 4
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most Demons.
Personality: He's Gunnery Sergeant Avery Johnson, bitch.
History: Born in Norfolk, Virgina to a Marine father and loving mother, Avery Johnson was quick to join the Corps. His enthusiasm and discipline drilled into him by his father helped him rise through the ranks, and when an appointment with the ISSR was offered Johnson immediately volunteered. A crack shot, he has a strong liking for Cuban cigars, and smokes them often.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): M110 Rifle, M9 pistol, M67 grenade, KA-BAR.

Name: Emily Clerc
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Obergefreiter (OR-3)
Age (Actual): 24
Age (Appears): 24
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Switzerland
Appearance (Picture or good description): Best I could find online
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): This, in Hell colours obviously
Powergrid:
INT: 3
STR: 2
SPD: 2
DUR: 2
MAG: 3 - Healing
FS: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most Demons.
Personality: Kind, generous, and empathetic, likes to look for the good in people.
History: I've stopped giving two shits about this part. Gist of it she's a nice person who attended Elfen High for a bit and became a medic in the Swiss Army before volunteering at the ISSR.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): Sturmgewehr 90, Pistole 75, three HG 85 grenades, six Swiss Army Knives, extensive first-aid kit.

Christopher?

Hard, you have the subtlety of an ox.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Name: Christopher Straka
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Master Corporal (OR-5)
Age (Actual): 28
Age (Appears): 28
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Canada
Appearance (Picture or good description): Medium-short greasy dark-brown hair which tends to cover up his right eye, slightly pale, greasy white skin prone to breaking out in zits, dark blue-green eyes. Also wears a pair of prescription glasses for near-sightedness that can transition between clear and tinted. Cannot grow any substantial facial hair to save his life.
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): ICU with helmet, with a red, orange, and black pattern. Rucksack full of supplies and tactical/fragmentation vest are added when combat is expected.
Powergrid:
INT: 2
STR: 2
SPD: 3
DUR: 2
MAG: 0
FS: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most demons, and while a decent shot doesn't have the same hand-to-hand strength as Michael. Prone to anger and outbursts particularly when embarrassed.
Personality: Chris tends to keep to himself when around others. Back home he could never get comfortable in social situations, a by-product of 10 years of bullying and 2 years of being home-schooled. While he presents himself as a professional and stone-cold badass, underneath he's still that same kid crying in an elementary school.
History: Born in Calgary but living most of his life in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada, Christopher, or Chris as he preferred to be called, used to be an optimistic, nice little boy, always willing to help others. 12 years of torture and becoming a social outcast ended that, and led to him developing quite a few quirks, in addition to low self-esteem.

Then he got his head sliced off in his university dorm by everyone's favourite psychopath James Callahan.

Spawning in Hell in only his thick grey housecoat and no idea what the fuck had happened, he began to wander. Eventually he encountered a demon, and while fearful asked to help. What he received instead was a near-death experience when the demon attacked. Losing his housecoat, James relied on speed and his minor training in Judo to evade the monster. That first encounter forever coloured his perception of demons, and by the time he stumbled up to the gates of the ISSR, dehydrated, hungry, and exhausted, he had declared his own private war with the entire race.

As the ISSR nursed him back to health, and gave him clothes to wear, he appealed directly to the base commander, Brigadier General Sanchez, to allow him to stay. Eventually, Sanchez' right-hand, Master Warrant Officer Michael Dubois convinced the Brigadier to allow the kid to stay, on the condition that Dubois would take full responsibility for him. What followed, after James recuperated enough, was near two years of hard-as-nails training in some of the worst places Hell had to offer. Even now the kid, assigned as Dubois' right-hand man himself, is still being pushed to the limits, and he is obsessed with proving himself.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): All-black C8A1 carbine with carrying handle, all-black Browning Hi-Power pistol, three C13 grenades, Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife with a blood-red handle.

Name: Avery Johnson
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Gunnery Sergeant (OR-7)
Age (Actual): 33
Age (Appears): 33
Race: Human
Country of Origin: United States
Appearance (Picture or good description): Because fuck yeah
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): MCCUU with Hell-pattern, helmet, and vest.
Powergrid:
INT: 3
STR: 3
SPD: 3
DUR: 4
MAG: 0
FS: 4
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most Demons.
Personality: He's Gunnery Sergeant Avery Johnson, bitch.
History: Born in Norfolk, Virgina to a Marine father and loving mother, Avery Johnson was quick to join the Corps. His enthusiasm and discipline drilled into him by his father helped him rise through the ranks, and when an appointment with the ISSR was offered Johnson immediately volunteered. A crack shot, he has a strong liking for Cuban cigars, and smokes them often.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): M110 Rifle, M9 pistol, M67 grenade, KA-BAR.

Name: Emily Clerc
Military or Science: Military
Rank (military, use rank plus this for comparison purposes)/Field (scientists): Obergefreiter (OR-3)
Age (Actual): 24
Age (Appears): 24
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Switzerland
Appearance (Picture or good description): Best I could find online
Uniform (for military)/Protective Equipment (for scientists): This, in Hell colours obviously
Powergrid:
INT: 3
STR: 2
SPD: 2
DUR: 2
MAG: 3 - Healing
FS: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): Still a squishy human compared to most Demons.
Personality: Kind, generous, and empathetic, likes to look for the good in people.
History: I've stopped giving two shits about this part. Gist of it she's a nice person who attended Elfen High for a bit and became a medic in the Swiss Army before volunteering at the ISSR.
Equipment (include weapons and any personal items. The more detail, the better): Sturmgewehr 90, Pistole 75, three HG 85 grenades, six Swiss Army Knives, extensive first-aid kit.

Christopher?

Hard, you have the subtlety of an ox.

Says the guy who has revealed his full name how many times now?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Christopher?

Hard, you have the subtlety of an ox.

Says the guy who has revealed his full name how many times now?

Twice.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Says the guy who has revealed his full name how many times now?

Twice.

Exactly.

This is once, and it isn't my full name either.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I don't know what to do for RU...

(This is why I don't DM/OP)

Just acknowledge the crazy shit people are doing and have Jade wonder how she got here.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Twice.

Exactly.

This is once, and it isn't my full name either.

I meant it as in "I know very well now what character you said you were close to".

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Exactly.

This is once, and it isn't my full name either.

I meant it as in "I know very well now what character you said you were close to".

I was being subtle about that?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I meant it as in "I know very well now what character you said you were close to".

I was being subtle about that?

Nah, I thought it was originally "I'm making three NPCs and I like one of them a lot" with an implied "Figure out who".

Mystery solved!

[The Inritus Extraho]

I don't know what to do for RU...

(This is why I don't DM/OP)

Just acknowledge the crazy shit people are doing and have Jade wonder how she got here.

She knows how she got there though... and I'm lazy...

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

I was being subtle about that?

Nah, I thought it was originally "I'm making three NPCs and I like one of them a lot" with an implied "Figure out who".

Mystery solved!

No.

I just want to see myself get ignored by everyone before being brutally murdered. Y'know, like real life, just replace "brutally murdered" with "cast out of society".

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Just acknowledge the crazy shit people are doing and have Jade wonder how she got here.

She knows how she got there though... and I'm lazy...

Laziness is a different thing altogether.

You can just have Jade talk with one of the other people there.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Nah, I thought it was originally "I'm making three NPCs and I like one of them a lot" with an implied "Figure out who".

Mystery solved!

No.

I just want to see myself get ignored by everyone before being brutally murdered. Y'know, like real life, just replace "brutally murdered" with "cast out of society".

Society's overrated.