Those who are human, and those who are... more

[Tharrick]

All throughout history there have been those who have been more than human - powerful athletes, brilliant geniuses, people who have a Talent that makes them better than anybody else in their field.
As time went on, more individuals were born Talented and, while the abilities granted were still rare, those Talented became aware of one another and sought one another out - some to kill in the vain belief that their own power would be increased, some for friendship or love.
In the year 2010, in the city of Tokyo, the Talented have begun to gather, all feeling a strange calling, an urging to travel to the great Japanese city.

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Make your character bio as such:

Name:
Age:
Talent: (You don't have to put it here if you don't want to, but I'll need a PM from you if you want to keep it secret. Note: Talents are NOT super-powers, there is no flying, no immortality, no laser eye beams. Talents can include: Great athletic prowess, expertise in a certain field e.g. medicine, mechanics, above-average strength etc. A Talent makes you highly skilled at something - for example, a person with a Talent of strength would be much stronger than their body size would normally allow, but would NOT be able to rip lamp-posts out of the ground or shake buildings down. They would almost certainly be able to match any other feat of strength that a normal human could perform, and a skinny lanky Talented man could probably lift the weight that a huge weightlifter could, but nothing more. A Talented surgeon would be able to perform incredibly difficult operations, but would not be able to cure incurable diseases, andcould definitely not raise the dead.)
Description:
Bio: (note - I want to see a fairly detailed character bio from people - if you're not prepared to put some effort in here, I'm not prepared to allow you to play my game :P)


Characters are admitted into the game only once I've approved your bio.
Other rules are as standard - no god-modding etc.
Also, I'd expect a reasonable level of English grammar and spelling - if you're not prepared to make the effort of making yourself understandable, I'm not prepared to make an effort to understand you.

[Grae]

Name: Stephen Bruce
Age: 27

Talent: Stephen Bruce possesses the talent of unnatural reflexes resulting from his brain being able to process things faster than a normal person.

Bio: Growing up in the streets of Hells Kitchen was tough, as a young child not of italian heritage he would often get into fights with other children in the schoolyard. He noticed that he could tell when someone was going to hit him, time in his head almost seemed to slow down for him whenever things like this would happen.

When he was 12 years old he read a book about the brain and how it processes information, being a smart young man he made the assumption his brain could process information much faster than other people. This did not make him any smarter, though he could work out calculations faster than anyone else. He decided to use this towards his personal gain and decided to take up martial arts, particularly the style of Karate and Jeet-kune-do, he trained his body for years so that it would be able to keep up with the speed of his mind.

He has since become a world champion for 9 years running, the speed of his reflexes makes him almost untouchable, he is not stronger than any man, though he is quite strong due to his years of martial arts training it is his ability to counter-attack most attacks that make him a force to be reckoned with.

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[Tharrick]

Name: Shayne Wolfe
Age: 35
Talent: Shayne is an incredibly talented athlete, and has represented England in several world tournaments, including the Olympics. As a Talented athlete, Shayne is fast and capable of a number of impressive feats. He also holds several world records, including pole vault and long jump distances.

Description: Shayne is a tall man with long dark hair, and when in public is always seen wearing a long black coat and carrying a metal briefcase.


Bio: Born in a small village in the East Midlands, Shayne always excelled in physical studies over mental ones, eventually representing his school in local championships, progressing to regional and eventually national championships. He thought that his life would continue like this - victory after victory, with each becoming hollower than the one before, until one day a man came to his house and offered him a choice.
Since that day, he worked for Homeland Security, using his status as a renowned athlete as cover during field espionage.
However, in the last few months, he'd felt a powerful urge that he should travel to Tokyo. Eventually, he took a lengthly vacation, and boarded a plane.

[Dale Anthony]

Name: Jensen Russ Dalos
Age: 28
Talent: Born into a family of Doctors, Jensen has been raised and tutored well in all things Medical, thanks to the encouragement of his father Dr. William Dalos.

Description: A young-looking man with dark blue eyes and short blonde-hair. Roughly 5'8. His hair tends to always be flicked at the front or spiked all over. Looks reasonably unshaven and is left-handed. Occasionally wears glasses when performing certain tasks such as reading or diagnosing patients. Despite his up-bringing, Jensen is a caring man, with little more than a big-heart. He cares for both the rich and poor, regardless of background and holds those dear to him in the highest of regard.

Bio: Jensen Russ Dalos, was born to a rich and noble family in the south of Monaco. His father, Dr. William Dalos is of Norwegian decent and his mother Clara Dalos is of English Decent and was diagnosed with a form of cancer late on in her life. She died when Jensen was only four. After the death of his beloved wife Clara, William found it hard to remain settled at his home in Monaco and returned to Norway with his then young son, Jensen when he was nine. Jensen studied at Oslo High School and excelled in the areas of Biology and Chemistry as a child before his father was asked to work at a Hospital in Yorkshire and thus moved to England, where Jensen gained a Degree at Oxford and later moved to Japan to study under the guidance of respected surgeon Dr. Tanzuki Miyamoto. It was under the guidance of Dr. Miyamoto, that Jensen's skills were discovered, most notably at diagonising several patients correctly after being wrongly diagonsed by Miyamoto's medical staff. Jensen became a phonemona under Miyamota and later went on to become a surgeon himself. With one of the most successful teams in the history of Medicine, Dalos was quickly respected by all who knew him and the many families who were touched by him after saving their loved ones. However, this didn't last as his father William Dalos became critically ill. Complaining of breathing difficulities, William was sent to Japan due to Miyamoto's referal and it was here that Jensen lost his nerve. It was discovered, William had developed a rare tumour near his lungs and it was forcing him short of breath as well as being fatal to his life. Jensen led the team that unsuccessfully failed to save William Dalos' life and thus lost Jensen his acclaim aswell as his courage to save lives. Since then Jensen has been in some form, a freelance Doctor, working with those who either come to him or he finds ill.

[keiskay]

name: Jackson Adams
age: 28
talent: tactical genius

bio: he was born in phoenix, Arizona January 19. he did well in school. at age 13 his grandfather gave his father an authentic World War Two American Thompson.the Thompson was very important since his grandfather actually used it in WWII.

at the age of 22 he joined the U.S marines and became a squad leader in the Iraq war. this is were he discovered his tactical ability. no one in his squad was injured under his command nor were there civilian casualties. such as in one mission he was fired at by a sniper he quickly took cover and found the angle which the had been fired at then estimated the height, and found which building the sniper was in and aimed his m4 with an a1 attachment and fired the grenade hit the window with the odd protruding gun,and watched as it blew out.he was sent home after an injury by an Iraqi with a rocket launcher the rocket missed by enough not blow his leg off but broke it and drew allot of blood.he killed the rocket teer with a well aimed shot and was taken off by medevac.

his leg is now healed he owns the Thompson also. he also has a strange urge to go Tokyo and he already purchased a ticket.

Appearance: http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h9/demonofyou/572562987_l.jpg

[Kaizero]

Name: Fun Imsdal
Age: 23

Talent:
Driving, all his life Fun have shown a rather unnatural skill when it came to learn how to drive something, be it a car, a truck, a boat or a helicopter. Fun would always learn how to drive one within minutes of getting inside something with an engine, and his skill when it came to steering one at high speeds were as abnormal as it could get. (The high speed reflexes and quick thinking is only present when he is driving something, funnily enough.)

Description:
Fun has shoulder-lenght curly blonde hair, he sports a black leather trenchcoat on the outside of a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His blue eyes matches the kind-ness of his face, which most people probably thought fitted better on the front page of fashion magazines rather than inside a motorized veichle.

Bio:
The origin of his name is a rather interesting story; his mum and dad were having, well, let us just say they were 'dancing' inside a car. A dance which his mum later remarked to his father as being the most fun she had ever had in her life. A thing she probably would not say about the night she experienced at a hospital nine months later, regardless, because of her remark about the night being fun. They decided to name their first-born sun just that, Fun.

Growing up Fun had always shown a fond interest for cars, playing with model ones all the time when he was young. Even brought his favourite model car to school for the normal "Bring a pet to school day". Because, to Fun the model cars were his pets. He would name them and pretend they were alive. Some would say he was making imaginary friends of his model cars, which, to be honest, was probably nothing but an understatment. To Fun, his model cars ment more to him than his own family. Something that would prove to be fatal for his mum and dad when they died in a car accident when Fun was 15, he was trying to save the car from catching fire instead of giving CPR on his own parents.

At the age of 18 it was time for Fun to get his first license, being short of money he decided that the easiest way to get one would be to buy one off eBay, so he did. And later that very same year he would buy his very first car. After showing off in a few street races someone said to Fun that with his type of skills he should be attending "real" races as a driver. Because, if he could maintain driving like that, nothing would lie between him and the price. Unfortunately, many would say, Fun were not interested in driving in races. He was more interested in learning how to manouver anything veichle that was motorized.

Present time, Fun is twenty-three years of age and are now headed for Japan with a strange urge for driving all and everything he can do whilst he is there. Hopefully he could during this trip manage to learn how to drive an airplane, he had yet to do what he had learnt on Microsoft Flight Simulator in real life.

[Tharrick]

OOC: A'right, we're starting. You should all have had a (very short) PM from me saying where you are right now. You'll notice that my stuff will be preceeded by three tags. There's OOC, where I just talk to you. There's GM, where I let you know what's going on (which will sometimes happen via PM) and there's IC, where you get to find out what my character is up to. Let the game begin! :D

[Kaizero]

Interesting, how different everything appeared to be in Japan compared to how it was back home. Fun had never really bothered himself into paying attention in Geography when he attended school, neither had he bothered to gain any valid knowledge of countries besides which veichles they produced. Japan had rather a lot of that. Production of motorized veichles that is.

Now then, it was time for him to finally get off this very fancy machine and start his journey to Japan for real. What would this trip bring? Would it be worth all the money he had to spend to get there? Wait, where the hell was he supposed to stay? He had thought of everything, yet it appeared that he had not remembered to book himself a hotel room for his stay. Which would really prove to be a problem since he had little to no money left, he had managed to spend it all on a set of new tires for his old Vauxhall Astra, damn.

Well, it appeared that he was having a desperate need for both money and a place to crash, and desperate times calls for desperate measures. He would have to go around Tokyo, as the foreigner he was, and ask every person he saw if they had any money to give him or a place for him to stay. Which could probably prove difficult, since he did not know one word Japanese. Nor did he expect many of the Japanese to speak English without raping the language whilst doing it, and by doing that making them impossible to comprehend.

This though, were still a few minutes into the future. As he had to find his way out of the maze that was Narita International Airport. Hopefully he would have found a solution for his problems before he had made his way out into the, probably, very polluted air of Tokyo.

[Grae]

----------This is your captain speaking, we've begun our descent and we'll be arriving at Tokyo International airport in about 10 minutes, if I could kindly ask you to fasten your seatbelts and fold up your food trays for the remainder of the flight, thank you and good day.----------

*Stephen Bruce sighs a sigh of relief.*

He looks out of his window into the night sky, he can barely see the clouds in all the black. He looks up and stare at the stars, wondering how he could have ended up here at this moment in time, like something was calling out to him. The plane descended and the stars became clouded in a blanket of black cloud. He looked down and in the distance could see the skyline of Japani's capital city, Tokyo.

He had been here many times before, for competitions, endorsement deals, television appearances, but this wasn't the same, this wasn't business or pleasure, this was curiosity. He knew not why he came, but he knew he would eventually. The idea of the city, and what the city may hold for him on this visit excited him, the adrenaline was pumping, time seemed to slow down yet again, he was in a world of his own.

"Sir? Sir? Sir?"

Stephen Bruce snaps back to reality and jerks his head round, the waitress flinches her hand back.

"um, may I take that for you" she says, pointing to his now empty glas which earlier had held a double whiskey on the rocks.

"Yes, please" he says, calmly as ever

He turns back to the night sky and waits for the plane to land.

[Dale Anthony]

Returning to Tokyo from a long flight back from his Father's Funeral in York, Russ looks out of the window as the plane begins to descend low amongst the clouds of a cold Tokyo evening. A trolley woman passes by with drinks cheerfully asking each passenger if they'd like a drink, seeing that Russ appears to be distant and tearful, she leaves him be and trolleys straight on to the next passenger.

The plane descends ever closer to the blurred light of the city of Tokyo. The airport seems to beam in the darkness of the black sky as Russ stares distantly into the passing moon. In the seat next to him sits a friend of Russ', Stephanie. "It'll be alright...we'll meet up with Tanzuki shortly and he'll make sure everything stays okay in Tokyo. It's not long now." she said comforting the tearful Russ. "He would have loved it here" Russ replied turning from the square window. In the dark, the window would have seemed a claustraphobic sight to many. "I know..." replies Stephanie as the plane beckons towards the lights of the airport.

[keiskay]

Jackson Adams sat in the plane looking out the window.the plane ride had taken longer than it should have do to the delay. boredom had taken place long ago.Sarah looked up at him. "so when are we landing"?she asked. he replied with the obvious"i don't know but they will probably announce it".
"Well"she said ,"are you gonna buy me something in Tokyo"?"Hmm i dunno maybe depending on the price".Jackson's reply was obvious and expected from Sarah.She knew he had enough money to buy her pretty much anything with his new job.one obvious reason is he took her to Tokyo. she slapped him on the arm and said"jerk is that a way to treat your girlfriend?"."i don't know" he said,"do you want me to stalk you"?"well no but..." she was cut off as the announcement speakers came on."this is your captain speaking please go back to your seats and put your seat belts on , to prepare for the landing....we have begun are descent we'll be in Tokyo in a matter of minutes."

"finally!"Jackson exclaimed,"were landing.hmm okay Sarah i guess I'll buy you a couple of thing's."

[Tharrick]

Shayne toyed with the umbrella in his cocktail as he looked out of the window at the rapidly-approaching runway, illuminated by bright lights, just more lights in the sea of illumination that was Tokyo at night-time.
It had been a long time since Shayne had been in Tokyo, and he'd had to leave in a hurry. But perhaps Sasami might be interested in seeing him again, or Mai, or Kasumi...
His thoughts trailed on, remembering more blissful times, as the plane began to touch down.

[Hideto]

Name: Francis Clohessy
Age: 26
Talent: Francis has a heightened sense of hearing, allowing him to be able to distinguish between the slightest changes in pitch or tone etc. This has given him a great advantage as a musician with both the piano and guitar within his repertoire. However, since he is inevitably able to hear better than most humans, he sometimes hears things not meant for his ears.

Description: Francis has longish hair which runs down to the bottom of his eyes on the fringe and just above his shoulders on the back and sides. He wears loose fittings clothing (usually black sleeveless tops with blue jeans) and a pair of converse. He has a keyring which has a handmade carving and painted gibson les paul which he carries attached to a belt loop on his jeans.


Bio: Francis was born in Ireland into a upper working class family who tried their best to accommodate their only sons talent for music, although due a lack of money and his parents seemingly taking turns at being made redundant from their jobs, most of his knowledge and ability became self taught due to a lack of professional tuition.

He moved to England at the age of 16 and attended University at Oxford Brookes where he studied Japanese language and linguistics (his heightened sense of hearing making him excellent at phonetic translation and making out garbled sentences). In his third year (which was spent at Tokyo-U as an exchange student) he made a lot of friends whom he kept in contact with. A few weeks ago he received an invitation to go and visit some of his old friends in Tokyo, accepting he packed his bags and boarded his plane.

[Tharrick]

Fluorescent lights flickered in the laboratory as Asian men in white coats worked on each bench, studying graphs and printouts, peering through microscopes.
At the furthest corner of the lab stood a tall glass cylinder, containing a humanoid figure floating in some viscous fluid. A number of electrodes and intravenous lines ran from the base and cap of the cylinder to various points on his body, and he twitched and writhed as lines leaped and fell on the real-time graphs on the monitors nearby.

A man in a suit stood watching, calm in the midst of rushing scientists and assistants. A second man, this one in a lab coat, stood slightly to one side.
'The latest reports show several more have arrived. This is almost the last of them' he said in Japanese.
'Excellent. Amplify the signal further, and monitor the newcomers. Prepare to move to Two.'


One of the men monitoring the cylinder turned a dial, and the spasms of the man contained within increased in intensity. As he did this, the man in the suit twitched slightly and raised a hand to his ear.
'That should be sufficient, I think' he said. 'Please continue your work - the Company is grateful to you all'
With this, he turned and left, and each man he passed paused to bow briefly to him before continuing his work


OOC: Everyone lost interest already? Or just waiting for me to post? Sorry, I've been busy, but I'm back now :D Here's a little cut-scene for you :P

[Dale Anthony]

Inside the airport, Russ and Stephanie meet with Tanzuki. As soon as he sets eyes on his former mentor, Russ clung to him in an embrace, similar to that of a father and a son. Tanzuki looked down his shoulder to his student's tearful face, "It's okay, Russ. You did what you could" he said to Russ. As Russ seemed too tearful to speak, Tanzuki lifted his head and spoke to Stephanie. "How was your trip?" He said. "It coulda been alot worse" Stephanie responded. "It was hell getting out of York, the place was packed and it didn't help considering matters". Russ lifted his head from Tanzuki, "Where will we be staying?". Tanzuki replied, "You can stay at my place in the Shubuya Complex."

The trio began for the exit of the airport. As they walk, Tanzuki signals Stephanie to walk ahead as he turns to Russ, "No matter what the people here or anywhere believe, I believe you and I believe in your abilities. You are the best student I ever had". As Russ wipes his face, he smiles at Tanzuki and the two follow after Stephanie.

[Grae]

OOC: Let's get this RP going, it's so slow

[Tharrick]

GM: Every player who's Talented and now in Tokyo feels a sudden sharp twinge in their head - like a powerful migraine, but it's gone in a moment. Feel free to stumble/fall over :P

[Hideto]

Francis suddenly felt a rising pain in his head.... right in the centre. He tried to ignore it but the pain began to rise and his pain threshold began to buckle under the strain. He suddenly let out a huge gasp of pain, bringing his hands up to clutch his throbbing head. He slumped to his knees; it felt like there was something trying to escape his skull as if his brain was trying to force it's way out of his body. It stopped. So suddenly. Francis became quickly aware that he was being observed with horror by a small tide of people. He felt his face turning bright red, flushing with his blood.

[Grae]

Stephen Bruce is collecting his bag, when he gets a buzzing in his ears, he feels a snap in his head as if something pulled a muscle so hard it snapped in his brain, his head flips backm he puts the heel of his palm to his forehead and rubs his eye, he suddenly feels very tired and wants to sleep, his bag travels past him and he makes a grab to get it stumbling over someone elses bag.

He gets a taxi to his hotel and goes straight to sleep.

[Hideto]

Francis hurriedly picked up his belongings which he had dropped, his hands scrambled the floor picking up his two cases and his coat. He burst through the crowd like a bullet through a glass, even as he ran away through the airport, he could still feel their startled gazes locked upon him.

"What was that...?" he whispered to himself

Francis quickly found an unoccupied taxi at the taxi rank and threw himself and his possessions in the back, wanting to get to his hotel as quickly as he could where he would be able to compose himself.

[Kaizero]

Japan, so many things to do, so many things to see, and most importantly, so little time to see everything. And now he was here, for a reason he had yet to find out. Why? Why had he gotten the sudden craving to just throw everything and everyone in his life away and run away to Japan? Hopefully, he would get the answer to that soon enough.

What.. A sharp pain shot through Fun's head, almost like a katana had penetrated his entire skull and the person doing so had decided to turn the katana a little to the right whilst still inside Fun's head. Or well, maybe that was overdoing it. Because the pain really didn't last all that long. But still, what was it? He had started to get suspicious over.. something.. He didn't know what, but things had just been happening so fast that
he couldn't help himself from not thinking something had put him up to this. The normal Fun would never just throw himself onto an airplane headed for a country he had never vistited before, why did he buy that ticket that day? Why did he go to Japan? There were so many questions, and so little answers.

A quick thought rushed through his head as he exited his taxi and headed towards the entrance of his hotel. "There better be someone out there with the answers."

[Grae]

OOC: WHAT'S WITH THIS RP EH? C'MON

[Tharrick]

I guess you need some clarification, Grae (and a couple of other players)
You don't need my express input to do anything, I trust you enough to expect you to not post 'zomfg suddenly my character goes and kills the bad guys rofl lol world saved'
You have a character, you have a location and you've had some stuff to act on - now all you need to do is play :P I'll let you know when the situation changes

[keiskay]

Jackson Adams walked off the plane through the small square tunnel meeting the cheap, familliar carpet found in office buildings and schools.the large number of people pushing through eachother and talking was extreamelly noisy. son of... he felt a sharp pain in his head which he related to when the rocket went off by his leg.forced to lean against the window looking out over theplanes since he lost his balance, he began muttering curses under his breath. people walking by (americans and english speakes) looked at him with slight fear and sped up thier walk off the plane. sarah for this breif moment freaked her out she looked concerned and afraid at the same time. she had never heard him cuss before.
the pain, gone, away in a matter of seconds. soon jacksons other senses returned. he noticed the other travellers walking by and sarah standing by."are you okay?"she asked with worry.an averge reply shot out off jacksons mouth"yeah, just a real bad headache. its gone now so dont worry."
they walked buy the many food establishments on the way out. the scents of the food taunted thier hunger which was with them for a while since their last meal on the plane.why the didn't stop?well food in airports i more expensive and is usually worthless fastfood.
they exited the airport and left off in a taxi to their hotel.

[Grae]

OOC: Well I'm all done, all I gotta do is wake up and do some sightseeing yay

but damn Tharrick keep an eye on this :P

[Tharrick]

Grae - I AM keeping an eye on it. I just didn't want to pile on the filler, 'cause I might give away too much of the plot :P

[Seph]

*pulls up in a taxi,and steps out holding his head* Hey does anyone else have a sharp pain in they're head,or am i the only one...whats going on. *drops down to one knee because of the pain* OMG it hurts so much!

[Tharrick]

I don't believe I've had either a character submission or even a request to join my game from you. Either play by the rules, or get out of my game.