Inuryan

Shuuya leaned back against the back of the sofa and let his head flop back with a sigh. He was experiencing that subtle disappointment that comes from spending all night with people he was forced to interact with all day. The judges had colonised the staff room for the purposes of a last-minute New Year's Party. Admittedly it had been fun. For about five minutes. And then Shuuya remembered why he spent as little time with these people as possible: Seth had already made three cracks at Shuuya about his taste in drinks, with a clear momentum that suggested he could keep such hilarity up all evening. The evening had wound down to the point when

Darkness. That’s what They remembered. Or what They were experiencing at the moment. It was hard to tell which. Whenever it was, it was all-consuming, empty, endless. One of Them, opened its eyes slowly and took in the Rest. They all looked… well… they didn’t look like anything; they were either shapeless or trying to be every shape all at once. The resultThey did not speak; They had no need to. They simply bent reality so that the words had been said. One said; Something must be done. Another said; Tip the balance to favor Us. The last said; We simply need to place Our weight… They all nodded in agreement. Thing

So, here I am, Shuuya thought. Stranded on a desert planet, locked in jail, and about to take part in a bounty hunting tournament full of murderous alien things. In his little cell, Shu stared at his feet. He twitched them rhythmically for a few moments as he stared up between them towards the small, barred window set into the wall. His legs vertically against the wall, his back on the floor, looking all the part of an ‘L’, he drummed his hands on his stomach. So, what are the plusses here? If I win, I get money. Well, not money; Shells, they call them here. But, still currency’s currency. I just wish they’d let me out o

Physical details Name: Setch (Right) Age: 18 Height: About 5ft4 Build: Thin Eyes: Yellow Hair: Red-blonde, short Skin: Pale Defining features: Cat ears and tail Clothing: - See above Personality Loves: Food; Music; Food; Talking with complete strangers; Food; Batting at tassles/dust/string; Food; Chasing smaller, fast-moving objects Fears: Dogs, Water Backstory Original setting: Originally intended to be one of my Tourney characters (as part of a two-man team with Rinu), but I never did anything with them, so he's not got any 'setting', as such. Considered a failure by his family for his fumbling skills and 'part-time-job' at

The Four Year Prologue Brakes screeched as the long, black car rocked to a halt. The window of the driver's compartment hummed down. The driver smiled at him and nodded. "End of the road, lad," he called out, before flipping a switch; the door swung open, filling the car with sudden, blazing sunlight. Sion winced, raising an arm to stop his eyes from soldering to the inside of his skull. He stepped out onto a concrete forecourt, tugging his tattered sack out along with him. He shut the door behind him and stared up at the under-lit awning. "The Valentine Circus…" he mumbled, reading the blue sign above the door. "Heeeey, the yank ca

Alias: Resound Birth Name: Irina Prokhorov Sex: Female Year of Birth: Late 3008 Nationality: Russo-Asian (New-Moscow) Range Class Index: 0 Association: Magus-Free; Russo-Asian cell (Ex-member) Appearance: Standing at about 5' 5", more often than not in green army cargos and a wool-lined black jacket, Irina Prokhorov exudes an air of loosely-controlled irritation; it seems like she wants to walk up to the Creator and kick them in the shins for doing it all wrong. Gift/Power(s): -Kinetic Energy Resistance -Reversal of Kinetic Energy Gift side-effects: -Resound has the remarkable gift to absorb and return kinetic energy; when