Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20190113071131/@comment-27661770-20190117133115

(fuggit let's bring the lime alien man out and uhh

Name: Charlie Thompson

Gender: Male

Appearance: For a quad amputee, Charlie hasn't looked that ugly. Old age may be coming on, but he doesn't appear to have atrophy at all, or many wrinkles (yet). He's a very tanned Caucasian (though it's about as close to a farmer's tan as he can get now), with salt-and-pepper hair. Rumors are he dyed it. Brown eyes and a regularly shaved beard thanks to the disabled veteran's facility he usually stays at. Has one of those fancy wheelchairs mainly dedicated to helping him move around on his own.

Personality: Charlie is a kind soul, though he goes quiet whenever you mention war, and shakes when you mention Vietnam. If it reminds him of the jungles, you'll see him twitch or flinch or duck as best he can, and if it looks like a landmine he's not even going to get near. He also gets belligerent whenever you try to badmouth most Vietnam veterans, firmly believing most people will never know what they're talking about.

The VietCong were not foes you walked away from easily. Not without breaking quite a few moral rules or getting insanely lucky.

Powers/Weapons: Through unknown means (likely heritage), Charlie developed a Stand shortly after the "incident": One. He remembers how to fight like a real soldier, and One can usually do this in his stead. As a quad amputee he's pretty useless in terms of mobility, but experimental limbs ARE being developed to maybe, one day, give him a fraction of a chance.

World: JoJoverse I, modern age. Somewhere near Chicago.

Reason for being uninfected: Probably because the infection hasn't reached there YET, it seems.

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Name: One

Gender: Male

Appearance: One looks like an American soldier from the Vietnam era, but A: most of his armor, clothing, and skin is some shade of black or gray, and B: he's wearing some kind of burn box on his face. Or ratehr it IS his face. It's not certain.

Personality: Unlike his user, One doesn't fuck around. He'll wait to do EXACTLY as told, and is rather loyal, but merciless and to the letter. If his user says kill: he kills. If they say help: he helps. If they say maim: You can bet they'll need the same miracles that saved Charlie's life to save the enemy's.

Powers/Weapons: As a Stand, One's not something the average man is ready for. His main ability, called "Know My Pain", enables Charlie to transmit the impression of all the trauma and injury he's received from the war onto others, leaving them with a deep understanding of ''just what the hell kind of nightmare robbed him of nearly all his functionality as a human. ''It's useful in combat because it can often leave enemies shocked, confused, retching, or otherwise disoriented. Mainly, though, he uses it for those people who just *have* to be an asshole to him: They say killing children is wrong, how about witnessing children with bombs strapped to them blowing up platoons who thought they were huggable? They say Geneva Convention, he says civilian-clothing ambushes. Not a fun experience. One is also gifted in general combat, able to use weapons and fight on the level expected of a survivor of Vietnam- at Charlie's emotional detriment.

World: Same as Mr. Thompson.

Reason for uninfection: Same as Thompson.

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Name: Ysmael Ahabus

Gender: Male

Appearance: If you know what a troll looks like, he's one of those. If not, Ysmael is a gray-skinned humanoid, with yellow eyes and black scleras, and intermittenly sharp teeth. Candy-corn-like horns top his head, and all other trolls save ones who've lost theirs (painful, do not recommend). Ysmael's own horns are spiraling, appearing to be like a DNA helix on either side that grows narrower towards the top of his head. Two curls are actually one horn each, giving him semblance to goldbloods. He wears a hoodie jacket covering his shirt, pants, and old shoes or sometimes boots. All of his clothing is dark- as trolls do- but his jacket usually has a pin on it, denoting an olive or gold sign. Under his jacket, on most days, is a shrit of a different color: true lime.

They're presumed extinct, and not something most Imperial supporters would want to see still walking.

Personality: Ysmael is marked by a certain quietness and seems detached on first impression. He doesn't talk much to strangers he knows he can't trust, and generally won't give them much insight to who he is even if he can trust them.

Once his blood color is shown to one of these strangers, though, Ahabus gains an entirely new layer.

When he's not tryign to simply get by, or chatting with friends, he's usually trying to get those few people to be silent about his blood color. He will threaten them with death and everything under it, display his powers, and- if they won't comply- he'll make damn good on those threats too. Catch him when he's not protecting his anonymity and he'll confess he takes no joy in the act of killing itself, but he DOES take an almost sadistic pleasure in the burst egos and withered bravado of most pro-Imperials who think they can still take him.

Agree to his terms and he'll let you go- he's a man of his word on both ends of the deal. Break yours and you'll regret it immensely.

With his friends, Ysmael is yet again different. He can be talkative wit hthem, and is generally pretty friendly once he trusts you to be on his side enough to not abandon him out of fear. His palm's got many scars from cutting it wit ha knife to in his mind initiate people as one of his friends- the people who never ran away are this group usually. Mutants and fellow limes gain near-instant trust, mostly because they have just as much to lose. Big fan of Junji Ito's works.

Powers/Weapons: As a limeblood, Ysmael is one of the few alive with their powers: one, personal, psychic ability, and a baseline of a worryingly strong telekinetic potential. As it stands, Ysmael can easily throw around a semi truck without much strain- shipping container attached to it, not so much. He's more known to use it on himself, though, and can usually keep himself or other allies from bleeding out. This power makes him a nightmare in combat, but it's very easily worked around by snipers and stealthy people- a shot to his head or his heart is game over for him. Additionally, he can't run forever on it- he needs to recharge sometime, and damage his other organs enough and blood loss won't even matter due to mass organ shutdown. The msot worrying thing, though, is the array of knives he keeps on him. Gifted and no slouch in hand-to-hand combat with his knifekind specibus, the other knives are primarily for telekinesis. Have them whizz through the air at enemies, stabbing through most anything and everything that won't break the knife outright, or blocking projectiles whe nhe doesn't feel like stopping them himself.

World: Homestuck, Alternia. Around the Tethis era.

Reason for uninfection: Like JJV I, it doesn't seem Alternia's been touched yet.)