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Good boy Yuuki


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 8:50 pm
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What is their name?
Park Myeong Jin


Do they have any nicknames/aliases?
Belobog || Arthur Pendragon || Jin


How old are they?
21


What is their gender?
Male


What is their sexual orientation?
Heterosexual


Are they human or deviant?
Deviant


What are their powers/abilities?
Photokinesis


Do they have any notable weaknesses?
Fear of Losing || Losing || Urges to kill


What is their personality like?
Arthur is playful, honest and lighthearted young man that primarily seeks nothing more than a good fight. He is fairly kind and hospitable to strangers and develops strong bonds of loyalty with his friends. He is weak against people he has lost to becoming quite submissive. When angered Illah usually carries an expressionless face and will mercilessly beat the person responsible for his anger.

Many people who have witnessed his fighting prowess acknowledge his strength and are terrified of ever engaging in battle with him. However, his ruthlessness and aptitude in killing show the other side of him — deadly, violent, and bloodthirsty. Having been tortured since birth, Illah has been conditioned to possess an extreme tolerance for poison, electricity, and pain. Illah possesses extraordinary agility and strength that makes him a one-man killing machine — definitely not one to be trifled with.


What is their backstory?
Arthur de Artogon was the name Myeong Jin was born with. He was born as the middle child to a family of known assassins, the Artogon family. Showing great promise from birth, Arthur followed the traditional Artogon training. He had already mastered many killing techniques at a tender age and was set to be one of the best assassins the family has ever produced. At the age of three, he started his training on tailing other people. He was forced to battle in the wilderness at the age of 6, in which where the family abandoned him there for two years. Having to eat the skin of trees and drinking mud water, Arthur did everything in his power in the wilderness to survive and eventually developed an animal instinct and high resistance to bacteria, germs, and virus alike.

Arthur divulges that ever since his birth, he has been in constant training for the occupation of a professional assassin. Arthur had spent years trying to perfect unique skills that assassins portray and possess. But bored and tired of killing, Arthur buried hatred for his family led him to an unexpected rebellion against his family resulting the end of Artogon family in the continent. Roaming to a foreign land with no family or friends, Arthur is resorted to joining the military force at a young age of 10. Though most countries refuse his application, a group of revolution army located at the east side of the map hired the young prodigy.

During his time in boot camp, Arthur was tested for his physical aptitude and to the adults' surprise, he broke every physical test record and set a new goal that no ordinary people could surpass. Upon witnessing his capability, he was immediately booked for graduation and was granted the title of Captain.

Upon graduation, Arthur along with his squadron was sent unto the battlefield to bring forth “revolution” towards whatever country that he was fighting for. As a captain, Arthur was elected as the Commanding Officer for his squadron which consists of twelve members including him. Though he knows not the objective or the size of the army he is up against, Arthur and squadron headed for the battlefield. His mission, to kill and leave no survivor. And by doing what he does best, Arthur stripped naked, leaving nothing on but his underwear in which he uses to hide his knife. Using the knife he had, he wounded himself, allowing blood to flow outside of his body before proceed to enter enemy base. Wandering into the enemy perimeter, Arthur called out for help. ” Help, please help me, I spotted the revolutionary army in the jungle and they took me hostile but I managed to escape, barely" Arthur cried and plead as he approaches an enemy standing guard. ” Are you ok?!” the man who stood guard shouted before rushing to his aid. ” You are ok now, tell me, which direction are those terrorist at?” With bare strength, Arthur pointed at the direction he came from and fainted. Quickly, the enemy lay down Arthur wounded body before stepping forward. Naturally, his enemy would contact his base. But before he could do so, Arthur with his hidden knife slit his enemy throat open and covered his mouth to muffle the scream of pain. ” Terrorist?” he wondered. Why would the revolution army be called a terrorist, is it because they refuse to bow down to the already established empire? Or is it because of something else? Nonetheless, Arthur needs to carry on. Before he ventured into the enemy territory, he had told his squadron to be on standby and await his signal. But in truth, Arthur is planning to take down every single one of his enemy by himself. Because let’s be real, who would in their right mind suspect a wounded ten years old? The art of assignation is his forte, having someone with no combat experience such as his squadron will only slow him down.

Before venturing further into enemy territory, Arthur ripped the cloth of his victim and used it as a band-aid to avoid excessive blood loss. As he ventures further into enemy territory, a loud explosion could be heard coming from the direction he is heading. “ Tch, those ********! “ he screamed internally. No doubt, the explosion is caused by his squadron who should be waiting for his signal. Soon, the anthem of war begins to play. Leaving with no choice, Arthur rushed towards the center with nothing but a few knives that he picked from his victim early on. As he ventures further into the enemy base, a couple of guards nearby begin to open fire at the first sight of Arthur. With the minds he was equid with, Arthur quickly stopped and using the momentum and velocity to quickly leap and spin into the air before throwing two knives, one for each, killing both enemies with a knife through their head. Landing perfectly a few feet away from where he started, Arthur once again quickly dashed into the center as he picked up his knives. Arthur never relies on his deviant power, not that he refuses to, but simply because he doesn’t know how. Against an army of the deviant user, Arthur is an ant in the field of a giant. But given the right opportunity and skills, even an ant can be the downfall of an elephant. Much rather than doubting himself and delaying his moment, Arthur put his faith and confidence in his own martial skill to survive.

Quickly, he has to capture the commanding officer of his enemy to end this fight. Incapable of using quirk, Arthur ventured deeper and deeper into the enemy base, killing ten and hundreds of people with nothing but skills and luck. Soon, he stood before the tent of his enemy. Hiding. While all enemy personnel is being relocated to aid and fend off the intruders, they left their commander tent wide open. Sneaking in, Arthur killed everyone with swift but leaving the commanding officer alive, and in fear. ” Pe- plea-please, I have a wife and two kids waiting for me at home, I’ll do anything you say, I will even give you anything you ask! Just please, spare my life! “ tears and fear run down the enemy commanding officer. Seeing as how his enemy pleads, Arthur has only just realized what he is doing. He is doing something that he murdered his family over. ” Anything? Well, I need some information. “ Arthur monotone echoed through the ears of his enemy, striking fear beyond demon into his enemy heart. And the information he seeks is the revolution army.

Turns out, the group he is working for are the true terrorist that have no motive to bring liberation to this country. What they do are only for fame and money, and not revolution. Arthur has been deceived. “I’ll work for you, for money. I will bring this terrorist group down but I will need a few things.” He bargained. Moments later, Arthur walked out the tent with the head of his enemy tied in cloth, blood soaking and dripping through the cloth, painting the ground with crimson red. Shortly, his squadron arrived. ” Report.” Arthur monotone asked as he sparks a cigarette that he found. " All 469 enemy bodies have been counted and confirmed dead. No casualties on our side, Sir!"

” Let’s go home then…” says the white-haired male as his cigarette is finally lit. Blowing the cancerous smoke up into the air, Arthur gives one last command. “ Burn this place down, “ he said as he slowly walks away.

Arrived back at base, Arthur handed over the head of his enemy to his commander in private. Well done, well done indeed Arthur!” the commander praised Arthur. All of a sudden, blood began to spew and splash over the tent. Arthur has killed his own commander and left the tent as swiftly and as silent as he could. Walking towards the forest, the alarm of his base ringed but it was already too late. Thunderbolts, fires, ice, and other elemental power were fired at his base of operation. Annihilating everything and anything that are within. Arthur has struck a bargain with his enemy general, by selling what he knows and sparing his life, Arthur made a fortune. With this, Arthur left the country and continue to roam the land with his newly acquired wealth. And perhaps, as he travels he would master the art of quirk. Though, standing as he is, he is bound to walk the dangerous path that destiny has planned for him.

Years later, Arthur joined the Providence under the false name Park Myeong Jin in hope to avoid attention.


Is there anything else we need to know?
Arthur is well trained in the art of assisinaton, hand to hand combat,
and swordsmanship.


Deadly_Tiger
 
PostPosted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 8:51 pm
┼ Park Myeong Jin ┼


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Ӿ Murder's out of tune, and sweet revenge grows harsh... Ӿ



Es war einmal eine alte Geiß, die hatte sieben junge Geißlein. Sie hatte sie so lieb, wie eben eine Mutter ihre Kinder liebhat. Eines Tages wollte sie in den Wald gehen und Futter holen. Da rief sie alle sieben herbei und sprach: "Liebe Kinder, ich muß hinaus in den Wald. Seid inzwischen brav, sperrt die Türe gut zu und nehmt euch in acht vor dem Wolf! Wenn er hereinkommt, frißt er euch mit Haut und Haaren. Der Bösewicht verstellt sich oft, aber an seiner rauhen Stimme und an seinen schwarzen Füßen werdet ihr ihn gleich erkennen."

Die Geißlein sagten: "Liebe Mutter, wir wollen uns schon in acht nehmen, du kannst ohne Sorge fortgehen." Da meckerte die Alte und machte sich getrost auf den Weg.

Es dauerte nicht lange, da klopfte jemand an die Haustür und rief: "Macht auf, ihr lieben Kinder, eure Mutter ist da und hat jedem von euch etwas mitgebracht!" Aber die Geißlein hörten an der rauhen Stimme, daß es der Wolf war. "Wir machen nicht auf", riefen sie, "du bist nicht unsere Mutter. Die hat eine feine und liebliche Stimme, deine Stimme aber ist rauh. Du bist der Wolf!"

Da ging der Wolf fort zum Krämer und kaufte sich ein großes Stück Kreide. Er aß es auf und machte damit seine Stimme fein. Dann kam er zurück, klopfte an die Haustür und rief: "Macht auf, ihr lieben Kinder, eure Mutter ist da und hat jedem von euch etwas mitgebracht!"

Aber der Wolf hatte seine schwarze Pfote auf das Fensterbrett gelegt. Das sahen die Kinder und riefen: "Wir machen nicht auf! Unsere Mutter hat keinen schwarzen Fuß wie du. Du bist der Wolf!"

Da lief der Wolf zum Bäcker und sprach: "Ich habe mir den Fuß angestoßen, streich mir Teig darüber!" Als ihm der Bäcker die Pfote bestrichen hatte, lief er zum Müller und sprach: "Streu mir weißes Mehl auf meine Pfote!" Der Müller dachte, der Wolf wolle jemanden betrügen, und weigerte sich. Aber der Wolf sprach: "Wenn du es nicht tust, fresse ich dich!" Da fürchtete sich der Müller und machte ihm die Pfote weiß.

Nun ging der Bösewicht zum dritten Mal zu der Haustür, klopfte an und sprach: "Macht auf, Kinder, euer liebes Mütterchen ist heimgekommen und hat jedem von euch etwas aus dem Wald mitgebracht!"

Die Geißlein riefen: "Zeig uns zuerst deine Pfote, damit wir wissen, daß du unser liebes Mütterchen bist."

Da legte der Wolf die Pfote auf das Fensterbrett. Als die Geißlein sahen, daß sie weiß war, glaubten sie, es wäre alles wahr, was er sagte, und machten die Türe auf. Wer aber hereinkam, war der Wolf! Die Geißlein erschraken und wollten sich verstecken. Das eine sprang unter den Tisch, das zweite ins Bett, das dritte in den Ofen, das vierte in die Küche, das fünfte in den Schrank, das sechste unter die Waschschüssel, das siebente in den Kasten der Wanduhr. Aber der Wolf fand sie und verschluckte eines nach dem andern. Nur das jüngste in dem Uhrkasten, das fand er nicht. Als der Wolf satt war, trollte er sich fort, legte sich draußen auf der grünen Wiese unter einen Baum und fing an zu schlafen.

Nicht lange danach kam die alte Geiß aus dem Walde wieder heim. Ach, was mußte sie da erblicken! Die Haustür stand sperrangelweit offen, Tisch, Stühle und Bänke waren umgeworfen, die Waschschüssel lag in Scherben, Decken und Polster waren aus dem Bett gezogen. Sie suchte ihre Kinder, aber nirgends waren sie zu finden. Sie rief sie nacheinander bei ihren Namen, aber niemand antwortete.

Endlich, als sie das jüngste rief, antwortete eine feine Stimme: "Liebe Mutter, ich stecke im Uhrkasten!" Da holte die Mutter das junge Geißlein aus seinem Versteck heraus, und es erzählte ihr, daß der Wolf gekommen wäre und die anderen alle gefressen hätte. Ihr könnt euch denken, wie da die alte Geiß über ihre armen Kinder geweint hat!

Endlich ging sie in ihrem Jammer hinaus, und das jüngste Geißlein lief mit. Als sie auf die Wiese kamen, lag der Wolf immer noch unter dem Baum und schnarchte, daß die Äste zitterten. Die alte Geiß betrachtete ihn von allen Seiten und sah, daß in seinem vollen Bauch sich etwas regte und zappelte. Ach, Gott, dachte sie, sollten meine armen Kinder, die er zum Nachtmahl hinuntergewürgt hat, noch am Leben sein?

Da mußte das Geißlein nach Hause laufen und Schere, Nadel und Zwirn holen. Dann schnitt die alte Geiß dem Bösewicht den Bauch auf. Kaum hatte sie den ersten Schnitt getan, da streckte auch schon ein Geißlein den Kopf heraus. Und als sie weiterschnitt, sprangen nacheinander alle sechs heraus. Sie waren alle heil und gesund, denn der Wolf hatte sie in seiner Gier ganz hinuntergeschluckt.

Das war eine Freude! Da herzten sie ihre liebe Mutter und hüpften wie Schneider bei einer Hochzeit. Die Alte aber sagte: "Jetzt geht und sucht große Steine, damit wollen wir dem bösen Tier den Bauch füllen, solange es noch im Schlafe liegt." Da schleppten die sieben Geißlein in aller Eile Steine herbei und steckten ihm so viele in den Bauch, als sie nur hineinbringen konnten. Dann nähte ihn die Alte in aller Geschwindigkeit wieder zu, so daß der Wolf nichts merkte und sich nicht einmal regte.

Als er endlich ausgeschlafen war, machte er sich auf die Beine. Und weil ihm die Steine im Magen großen Durst verursachten, wollte er zu einem Brunnen gehen und trinken. Als er aber anfing zu laufen, stießen die Steine in seinem Bauch aneinander und zappelten. Da rief er:

"Was rumpelt und pumpelt
In meinem Bauch herum?
Ich meinte, es wären sechs Geißelein,
Doch sind's lauter Wackerstein."
Und als er an den Brunnen kam und sich über das Wasser bückte und trinken wollte, da zogen ihn die schweren Steine hinein, und er mußte jämmerlich ersaufen.

Als die sieben Geißlein das sahen, kamen sie eilig herbeigelaufen und riefen laut: "Der Wolf ist tot! Der Wolf ist tot!" Und sie faßten einander an den Händen und tanzten mit ihrer Mutter vor Freude um den Brunnen herum.





ӾHowever, Killing is not as easy as the innocent believe it to be... Ӿ.


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Good boy Yuuki


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PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 8:42 pm
Good boy Yuuki


I can't accept this character because his abilities and events listed in his backstory are too unrealistic, and he is far too powerful for this RP that it would unbalance the story.

You also need to describe what your character is capable of with their power. Simply listing the power is not sufficient.  
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