Hey! Hey! HEY! Guess what! It'sa me, Arbitually! And here is a short update on who's who, and who owns what!
OC's: We are not owned by-maic
You are fictional creatures, you do not exist. Therefore, you are owned via imagination copyright! Ha! Anyway, insane babble aside, the OC's that have been showing up have been really fun to read about. To all of you who sent them in, congrats! One of you made me laugh out loud in the middle of Art class and I fell out of my chair. I know have a bruise named after your profile.
*Ahem* Without out of the way, I shall set up some sort of deadline. These next chapters: 2, 3, and 4, shall be sort of filler/background chapters. I'll introduce my own pivotal characters that I made. The Generals, Earl, and Director of Black Order/Head BOS. I'll also show you the current lineup for the Oc's and who made them. And without further ado, your guys' OC's!
Lie Jiyoon (Sin's Pastime)
Alexander Nighstallion (Shiroikage)
Everlyn Bathory (Fairy Lori)
Nakarash Akaradech (TitanOfStone)
Rebecca Xavier (Phantomwriter)
Sabrina Serafina (ShadowFalcon)
Shizuka Eko (HiroshitheHawk)
Hana Nielson (maicake)
The journey from America to the European main headquarters was not enjoyable for Ward.
After leaving the hot zone of both legal authorities and akuma patrols, Ward had to attain discrete transport to an international airport. From where he was in California, that meant driving to LA-X, a good two hour drive that was elongated due to an insane amount of traffic.
Then once there at LA-X, Ward faced another problem. Seat placement. As in where he was going to sit on the 10 hour nonstop flight from Los Angeles to Paris, France. When he tried to call his BOS, the following conversation ensued.
"What do you mean they don't have enough to get me a first class ticket? I'm one of their GENERALS for God's sake!"
"The Director believes this will be a humbly experiencing for you Walker... She also told me to tell you to stop making such a mess."
"Yeah well tell her to send me more cash next time I pick up my stipend, killing Akuma on a hungry stomach isn't good for me."
"I will endeavor to tell the Director that... I did. She said you can eat her reports when you get here. Now you should buy your ticket before all flights to London get booked."
"Telephone operator."
"Just doing my assignment Walker."
The call ended with Ward purchasing his coach class plane ticket for the nonstop flight. After consuming a chocolate bar and an egg sandwich in the two hour waiting period, he finally boarded his flight. His seat was in the middle section, and in the middle aisle. His two seat mates were as followed; a large overweight man who knew he was overweight and made it his soul goal to take up ALL the space and a loud woman who was constantly on her phone and chatting, especially when the flight attendant told her to shut off her electronic device. For example, her phone.
Honestly after the first hour, Ward wanted to see if he could hang himself with the oxygen mask from how incomprehensibly LOUD the two were. While Ward honestly had no problem with over weight people, he did not take too kindly to the fact that the man made him move his armrest to accommodate his larger frame, and when he ate; food flew from his mouth onto Ward's seething face. The woman was no better however. After the pilot said it was alright for the occupants to use their electronics, the woman pulled out her phone to play annoyingly loud phone games and giggle when she made a mistake.
Luckily his salvation from his situation came in the form of a rather kinky flight stewardess who offered to bump him up a class if he would "bump" her up a few more miles of the flight after three hours of aggravation. The aircraft storage room was a little more disorganized after the relieving hour Ward spent with the woman who found his scars and mask "mysterious and hot". Ward translated this as "I always wanted to screw Frankenstein's goth open cousin".
So for the rest of his flight, he sat in the blissfully more quiet section of first class while the the stewardess used the food cart to help keep her legs steady. Ward only smiled into his movie when the hero found his dog in the rubble. However he did accept the "complimentary" turkey and ham sandwich that was given to him by a friend of the stewardess.
"Dinner and a show." Ward remarked to himself happily as he extracted the swiss cheese from the sandwich. "Stupid lactose intolerance..."
Eventually after seven hours of better comfort, Ward found himself back in the bustling and loud city of London. Now his next problem became apparent; his complete lack of direction. He hoped that being dressed in his exorcist clothes, that a finder, wandering BOS, or patrolling akuma would spot him and lead him back to the underground entrance. No such luck. Instead Ward spent three hours wandering the loud crowded city, all the while painfully aware of the tourists who were gawking or pointing at him. He couldn't tell if it was the fact he had a mask, carried a suspicious looking suitcase, wore gold trimmed clothes, or his hair. Either way, he ended up in a small secluded little cafe to grab a "bite" to eat.
After finishing his fourth plate of Steak and Kidney pie, he received a painful reminder that he was not the only General in the city.
"Wa~ard-se~enpei!" A very childish voice cried before Ward was more or less, tackled off his chair. Midway drinking his light beer before a red mass was seen tackling the masked man. The people around were shocked by what seemed to be a private individual get blindsided by another man.
"Bach, get off before I hurt you." Ward deadpanned as the younger exorcist rubbed his face into his senior's chest. A pair of maroon eyes stared up at him puppy like and Ward... Kicked him off of him. With a yelp, the red headed man flew back before rushing once more to hug Ward. "I'm tempted to skin you alive."
"But then sempai would always wear my warmth." The androgynous looking male smiled. Ward sighed tiredly as he tried, in vain, to push Bach off.
Despite being six foot two, the younger man still prized his hugs with his senpai. This tall, thin, and no doubt handsome redhead is Bach Marian. The grandson to the infamous Cross Marian, and world renowned singer, playwright, and musician. he is also a General for the Black Order, with his innocence the "Hymns of the Apostles".'
Bach also adored his "Ward-senpai". On the other hand, Ward held disdain for the clingy red head. It was probably because of his innocence, annoying thing it is. It's ability pestered Ward, and his sensitive ears, since its evolution.
'Wait, if Bach is here then-' Ward thought to himself before coming to a horrific realization. Too late, he could hear the stiff "clip-clop" of military boots on concrete behind him.
"What. Are. You. Two. Doing?" A stiff and commanding voice chorused. Ward bit down his lament for bad luck before turning around to face the woman with Mugen tucked away in her carrying case.
'Shi~it!' Ward sang in his head as he kept the strictest face and facial ticks. This is Yuna Kanda, the third generation Kanda to hold Mugen and user of the famed "Dark Boots" as well. Both made her a force to be reckoned with. This is especially true if your a two colored hair sniper with a bad knack for words and a perpetual dry sarcastic tone. Despite the simple white shirt, black jeans, and gold trimmed exorcist trench-coat, she easily radiated enough power to keep even drunk and sober men away from her, when she too was either drunk or sober.
'Okay, gotta be smooth. Remark her increase of femininity.'
"Afternoon Yuna, got a new barber? Your hair looks shorter." Ward asked, trying to keep his normal cheekiness out. 'Shit' "That is to say your not simply lopping off locks because you look better." 'SHIT!' "I mean, short hair is-"
He got no more words as a foot came racing towards him, much too fast for his mind to dodge. He went flying at near mach speeds.
"Wa~ah!" He cried out as he spun in the air from the rough impact. He honestly expected to collide with the ground. Probably breaking a bone or two, not collide in mid air. His head slammed against another's ribs as they both veered off course. Ward needed only a small glimpse of a bald and heavily colored head to know who he crashed into.
"Renegade. Fancy meeting you here."
A blank look was given to him as the many tattooed and pierced face of the flyer reached into his pocket. In his hand was his voice recorded.
"You. Idiot. Walker." It stated in its robotic tone.
"Yeah, screw you to chicken brain." The other man replied as they fell. The wind whipping past them before being caught in a red string net. They bounced up twice before settling safely in the net.
"A spider..." The tape recorder repeated.
"Bueños tardes to you to Renegado." A Colombian accented voice laughed as pressure was placed on the net, causing its original two occupants to lift slightly. A small woman with mocha skin and dazzling brown eyes came rolling until she crashed right into them. She wore a gold trimmed black dress shirt. Her long curly hair fell around her face nicely before she went up to kiss the heavily tattooed lips of Renegade.
"Gross. Spider." The tape recorder sounded. The woman only giggled before moving to Ward, who moved out of the way to avoid the woman's lips on his own. Instead they kissed his brief case.
"Meanie."
"No, that's avoiding sexual harassment. You can't kiss people willy nilly like that, Luna." Ward replied dryly. His booted foot pushed her shoulder roughly as she flew back and bounced onto her red net.
"Oh, and sharing a bed with them is no different Mister Gigolo?"
"Yes."
"Disgusting. Idiots."
"Shut up Bald Eagle." Ward retorted dryly towards the robotic response.
"Did some'ne say Dingo?" A very hyper voice questioned excitedly before something graceful flew over them and easily landed on top of the rope junctions. It was a six foot elk carrying a four foot person wearing a Dundee hat and a black with gold trimmed khaki outfit. "Dingo where?"
"Crocodile. Idiot."
"Oi, shut up you muppet!"
"Rude."
"A~Acee!" Luna cried before easily walking atop the red net to get over to the elk and woman riding on top of it. The elk lowered its head for the woman to climb onto it before she gave the blond a kiss on the cheek.
"Evening Luna." The blond smiled in return before the elk moved off the net onto the ground below. Luna flicked her wrist and suddenly the red string coiled back and ground her wrists into two single stranded string bracelets. Ward and Renegade fell onto the ground with a dull thud.
"Dammit, give a warning next time, 'kay?" Ward growled out before being tackled, once again, by Bach.
"Se~enpe~ei!" Bach sniffled. Yuna was right behind him this time, the scowl on her face had not relax at all. This time instead of kicking him though, she helped pull Bach off of him via knocking him out with an axe kick to his head.
"Thanks." Ward thanked as he stood up and brushed himself off. Yuna only nodded in acknowledgement before hearty laughter and high giggles was heard from behind the five. Everyone turned, even the elk, and saw a tanned woman wearing a Hijab with two swords strapped to her side and a large African man with a growing beard with an iron staff like cane in his hand. The woman's Hijab was black while the man wore black camo pants and coat with a black beret, both of their clothes had gold accents. "Afternoon Marina, Chike."
"My friends, it is all great to see you.." The man, Chike, noted as he helped renegade up without even so much as a sweat. The white male nodded his head in thanks before he and and everyone else was caught into a large bear hug from Chike. Everyone from Yuna to the elk that Ace was riding on was caught in the hug.
After Chike had let them all go, Renegade stepped back to get some room. He then started stretching his arms out and cracking his back. In doing so, white wings that stretched out six feet from tip to tip sprung from his back before collapsing back in. He then pulled the hood of his gold lined black hoodie back on top of his head before leaning on a wall.
"We are lucky the section we are in is condemned." Marina noted as she looked around their surroundings. Overgrowing trees and ruined buildings surrounded them as she stared, blue eyes marveling the beauties.
"Brr. It's too facking cold though." Ace hissed as she hugged the neck of the elk for warmth. Behind her, Luna was doing the same except on Ace herself.
"I still don't know where HQ's entrance is..." Ward muttered to himself. There was a tense moment of silence. "Christ, you guys forgot too?"
"Hehe, what can I say for all of us? They change the entrance daily..." Chike admitted sheepishly. Ward rolled his eye before everyone became alert in an instant when heavy footsteps were heard. Wait, was that the sound of four feet?
"MASTERS EXORCISTS!" A voice called out. Approaching them while galloping was a small gray mottled dog with gears on its shoulder and a metal jaw. "MISTRESS TANNER URGENTLY REQUESTS THAT YOU EIGHT FOLLOW ME." The akuma skidded to a halt just in front of Ward, and sat on its haunches. In response, Ward began to scratch behind its ears.
"Well you heard Fido here, Cassandra's going to get pissed if we're late." Ward stated as he stood up, suitcase in tow.
"Irony." A tape recorder stated.
"Shut up."
"Lead the way, Alabaster." Chike requested. The dog akuma nodded before beginning to bound quickly in a direction. The eight generals behind him followed quickly, not a single one aware on how their apprentices shall change them.
Elsewhere in America however, a man in a circus tent was laughing loudly as he washed the grime and dirt from his face before he began to apply the foundation. He wore the bright colors of a clown, but the makeup he applied made him seem more insane than funny.
"Sisisisisisisi, the family rises once again." He laughed wildly. His shoulders and body shook so much that the chair beneath him broke and he fell back. He was unperturbed however as he kept on laughing. Soon this laughter began to grow from a wild and feral sound, to an insane cacophony of noise. "Sisisisisi!"
"Brothers and sisters, I cannot wait for your return!" He cackled as the the remaining uncovered skin revealed the gray skin leather like skin beneath. Five upside down crosses dotted his forehead as he swept his hair back to reveal malicious golden eyes. With a laugh at his reflection, he covered the stigmatas with the white makeup before letting his hair flop. Then he began to giggle insanely as he spun in his chair.
"Master Abel! It's almost showtime!"
"Co~oming!" The man sang as he applied the last of his makeup to finish up the design. It was positively monstrous. A wide grin stretching past his ears and eyes that were both large and black. Only long white slits served as the painted face's pupisl. However the moment the clown stepped out, the appearance was absolutely lifelike. The eyes bulging out of his sockets and his teeth coated in slick saliva.
"Master Abel..." A man greeted kneeling in the dirt before he rose. Small bits of dirt was smudged against his knees, though he did not seem to mind. His voice was robotic and movements just as so. "It's almost time for the show."
"Do not worry Isaac. The show can only truly begin when I arrive!" "Master Abel" sang before stepping out of his room and into a large circular brightly colored tent. Around him, sitting in stands, were hundreds of people; all with paintable faces and moldable bodies.
"WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, TO THE MOST BEAUTIFULLY HORRIFIC PLACE IN THE WORLD!" Master Abel announced above the chorus of cheers and screams. Snapping his fingers, a cacophony of chaotic noises assailed the screamers as clowns, trapeze artists, and others began to stream from behind them and entered the center where Master Abel resided. "WELCOME TO NOAH'S ARK!"
How do you like all of my characters? Love 'em? Hate 'em? Don't know how to feel? How about the Earl, I was going off of a friend's own idea for this Era's Earl. A little idea I got after my English class began to act out Hamlet also began to worm it's way into his character. I'll leave that up to you.
So yeah, you guys see who the current SYOC roster is, and whom my characters are. The next chapter will be much like this one, except sort of leaning towards the Earl more than anyone else.
The SYOC is still on, so pleae SEND IN OC'S!
... Oh yeah, I'll show you all another character profile. A personal favorite of mine, Renegade!
Full name: Vincent Bradbyrne
Nickname: Renegade (By all Black Order personal and friends) Angel of Anarchy (Everyone else who knows of him)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character Type: Exorcist General
Ethnicity: American with English yeoman blood and Irish patriot blood as well
Nationality: United States of America
Religion: Buddhist
Sexuality: Homosexual
Birthday: November 5
Step 2 - Character's Depth
Height: Five foot eight inches (5'2")
Weight: 160lb
Hair Colour and Hair Style: Completely and utterly bald. Saitaman style!
Eye Colour and Shape: Wide rounded eyes with dark pupils and completely white irises. He has black eyeliner around them that make them seem even larger. They have an "seeing the edge of the abyss" look to them
Skin Tone: Pale, extremely. His body is near translucent.
Body Type: Despite his smaller than average frame, his body is pure muscle and tattooed flesh. Underneat his baggy clothes are rock hard abs, pectorals, broad shoulders, and toned triceps. He can easily bend metal pipes with just his fingers.
Voice and Speech Pattern: He does not speak... At all. He either uses American Sign Language (ASL) or speaks with a robotic vioce recorder with premade messages with a "Siri" like voice that states single words or short phrases.
Civilian Clothes: When not wearing his general outfit, Renegade sports simple ripped skinny jeans, black leather converse shoes, and a black hoodie with a zipper and large hood. All of his clothes are only in either black or white, with exception of a Guy Fawkes mask he keeps on his person at all times, and the red hand wraps on his hands.
*Exorcist Uniform: Like his civilian clothes, he has a black and gold lined hoodie. He wears black canvas pants however instead of jeans, and black boots with white laces as well.
Personal Accessories or body marks: 99% of his body is covered in tattoos. Whether they are religious symbols, which many have claimed to see ALL of them, names of revolutionaries (Ernest Guevara, Karl Marx, Lenin), and short phrases of famous anarchist quotes on his back. His head and face are left completely bare, except for the black tattooed daggers that shoot out from the corners, tops, and bottoms of his eyes.
*Step 3a - Exorcist Equipment:
Innocence Type & Ability Description: Parasite type - A pair of wings that stick out of his body in a bird like way, they are pure white with green veins shooting between the feathers.
Name of Innocence: Malachi's Favor
Personal Background: Vincent Bradbyrne did not learn of his real name until he was 18, since then he has always gone by what he's always been called; Renegade. From the moment he was left at the door step of the prestigious Hamilton family's doorstep in a basket as a babe, he was raised as nothing more than a slave in that house. He lived in a dark room underneath the house, where the only light he got, when not working, was from the moon that shown through the Plexiglas window of his confinement. Every night, he would reach up to try and touch the moon. This continued on until he 12.
Vincent was a mute the moment the Hamilton's attempted to make him cry out by whipping him. Instead, no sound came out. This only made his treatment worse. Being a mute, Vincent had no way to communicate with anyone with how his treatment was going. He was sent to school, but rather taught himself how to read after ease dropping on the children's ramblings when he worked through the house. He eventually found a book of sign language, and memorized all the signs.
However, as he became older; he would try to resist the Hamilton's abusive control over him. However unfortunately he could only protest in subtle and silent ways. The tittle of Renegade was christened when, after being brutally molested by the teenage daughter of the Hamilton family, made it so that the food the woman ate for dinner held small traces peanuts, which she was allergic to.
After the daughter's stay in the hospital, the family locked Renegade away in a pitch black cell for one week before letting him out. They did not feed him, only let water drop continuously through a small tube that lead from a pond. After being let out, the true Renegade was made.
After his first act of rebellion, Renegade began to subtly ruin the lives of the family that abuses, rapes, and dehumanized him. He made them go insane. He would train rats to scamper through the roof while they slept, or had them gnaw the wires of the house. He would add very very very small amounts of chemicals like bleach, arsenic, mercury, or rat poison into their foods. He would break out of his cell, after many long months of sharpening a piece of metal into a lock pick, and quietly take trace amounts of cash to horde.
When he was caught for doing anything, he would often be punished severely. Beatings, rapes, and even mutilations to his body became very common. He endured this for a total of ten years, and in those ten years, Renegade did not cry or scream out once.
Story Regarding Innocence: At fourteen, Renegade found himself in a hazardous predicament. One of his little rebellious streaks had caused the mother of the Hamilton family to die. In a fit of grief, the father made a deal with the Earl. This made the father turn into an akuma which housed the mother's souls. What ensued, would be known as the "Hamilton Incident" as the Black Order called it.
The akuma, carrying the mother's spirit, murdered the two children and proceeded to decimate the entire neighboring town. Soon the town became an akuma sanctuary. The akuma however kept Renegade alive and ruined him even more. After starving him, the akuma fed him btheir blood and tortured Renegade like he was a new toy. It was after one incident did Renegade finally snap and his innocence implanted at brith awakened.
Wings spread out of his back and he used them to cut through the akuma. He fired feathers at them, and sliced them up. When an exorcist was finally sent to investigate, he found the smiling Renegade using the akuma blood as eyeliner.
Role in Conflict: Renegade is a very fast moving damaging player. He rushes in and can attack in a 3-D manor, however he gets too passionate and is very easily outsmarted when met with someone with a cool head.
Step 4 - Character Itself
Personality: A silent character, Renegade has no idea how to act like an actual human. Instead, he is silent and speaks through actions. The single fact that the Black Order has not fucked him over is very key to him. His loyalty to the other seven generals, despite their many bickering, shows how some of Renegades rare human traits. One of which is a genuine care and naivety for many things.
The rats he trained where his only friends as they were the only things that would not hurt him, and he treasures those of which do not hurt him or especially if they help him. He also very quick to defend any sort of injustice on childeren or those without power. A revolutionary at heart, he is a very strong radical. His ferocity and passion easily outweigh any sort of morals people have tried to give him, and he will severly damage a person if they anger to him to his fullest extent.
Likes: Nice people, mint chip ice cream, rats, reading, anarchism, ostracized people, clowns, circus/freak show, punk fashion, polite and nice men, birds, the moon, feminists, flying
Dislikes: Dogs, mean people, bigots, arrogant dominate people, capitalism, Noah, rapists, misogynists, people who hurt others for fun or for personal gain, any amoral actions that go along the lines of "ends justify the means"
Fears: Confinement - If he is confined in anyway, he will go berserk and ballistic.
Hobbies: Reading, blogging about anarchism, vigilante work, tattooing his body
Examples of dialogue:
"Ward. Idiot"
"Fool... You. Die."
"... *Renegade savagely stabs an akuma with silent laughter*..."
"Shike. You. Help?"
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Secrets: He has an adopted blind son that lives at the Black Order HQ in America and that helps as an assistant.
Has a soft spot for tamed akuma
Character Stats:
-Education: 2 - Despite his mastery of ASL, he has no formal schooling
-Morals: 1 - These go out the window once the blood finally begins to flow
-Combat Expertise: 10
-Ingenuity: 9
-Social Skills: 7 - Despite his lack of actual speech, he can hold a better conversation than Ward most of the time
-Mental Fortitude: 8
-Endurance Physical: 8
Two skills that you want your character to work on: Morals and Education
Step 5 - Character Interactions:
How does your character react to conflict:
Renegade revels in conflict. He will always be the first one to engage any sort of melee or ranged battle
How does your character react to ridicule:
Renegade will simply walk up to you, and slam his bald head into your jaw
How does your character react to praise:
Renegade will replay the "Thank you" message many times
How is your character when faced with defeat:
Melancholy sweeps through Renegade and he has a self destructive behavior set it. He wrecks his room and any sort of inanimate objects near him.
How is your character when faced with victory:
He will repeat "Thank you" and cheer with everyone, though he shall have a neutral face on at all times
*(If you're in the Black Order) Your character's view towards Noah-Akuma, tamed Akuma, and Noah:
While he hates the Noah with every fiber of his passion, he can only dislike their akuma so much. He cannot bear to kill those of which have been turned to akuma because of thier sadness, but loves to kill the sinners.
He acts as much of confidant for many of the Tamed-Akuma, as many see him as a inspiration or older brother figure.
Your character's personal views on Ward Walker: Renegade and Ward are two of the closest exorcists pairs there are. Despite his homosexuality, Renegade does not try and date Ward due to the baggage.
Though they insult each other, it's more like brotherly sort of insults one shares with siblings. Ward acts as Renegades surrogate brother, and despite the insults; Renegade respects Ward very highly.
Extra: Renegade is a vegetarian and owns a small pack of rates called the "Rat Squad". He also loves old music, like Sinatra and such, and grunge music as well. He also has a collection of bottle caps in his log cabin home in the dessert.