Description
In Yukio's own words, he's 'built like a Greek God.' With golden hair that falls just above his shoulders, framing a seemingly angelic face with azure eyes, Yukio considers himself to be quite the looker. His body build itself is nothing to snicker at, for someone as narcissistic as himself spends more time exercising and perfecting his physique than he does doing any other sort of activity.
Personality
Yukio is truly quite the 'brat Prince.' He's very selfish, blunt, brutally honest, eloquent, yet quite crude behind those words. He enjoys masquerading as a man of merit.
Equipment
He considers himself to be a ???Master at Arms,??? and hides many different types of weapons under his trench coat. His trademarked weapons are a pair of white, custom-made Mossberg 590 shotguns.
History
Tokugawa Yukio was the youngest son of the Tokugawa Family. He had two brothers who he was never very close to, and an older sister who was more of a mother figure to him than his own mother had been. In a ???boating accident,??? his parents and brothers were killed. His sister and himself were at home when it happened, as punishment for disobeying their parents. Seemed to be more of a blessing than a punishment. They were only children when they lost their family, and so, their servants were the ones to raise and take care of them. Yukio???s sister was taken away from him, when she was 15 years old, for use in ???Project Seraphim.??? He was distraught for some time after that.
Eventually, he was able to come to terms with what happened. His servants tried to shape him into a kind, caring individual, but he was too blind to be what they wanted. He became the overly confident, conceited Royal that many knew him as. But, every pretty face hides a secret, and his secret is the most grave of all. Though his pockets run deep, that money happens to find its way into the pockets of those fighting in the Resistance. Because of his Royal status, Yukio cannot actively participate in the Resistance, so, through false names and anonymous bank accounts, he is able to wire money to the Resistance Groups brave enough to contact the entity known as ???White Wolf.???
So begins...
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.
His head swam. A kiss! He followed her blindly through the door.
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”
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Well, this was interesting. One moment he was taking a bath in the kitchen sink, of course it was more him trying to wash the dishes in the sink and ended upo taking a bath anyway. And then kapoof, he was in a flower meadow. But he still had his scrub brush and his collar so he wasnt naked. that in and of itself was a good thing. For the moment
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Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Heralding Rymesis examined the Void Dust carefully. He's run across it before...but her looked around at the vast emptiness. He knew not where he was, but remembered where he should have been. After many a millennia, there would not be a soul that could transport him without his will. So he was a bit expected, despite his old bones and indifference towards certain adventurous proclivities.
"Well, I suppose Gambit's is no more." For that is the last thing he remembers.
He knew it was time to have a little fun. The divine nature of him being where he was certainly screamed 'higher power'. So, He was sure that meant there were new places to explore and to people to help. Or at the very least, new worlds to explore and pupils to be had. Explorers always came a knocking whenever he stayed anywhere too long.
"Oh Ho! Time to move it!" Heralding exclaimed.
Firecloud Ari jerked awake with a gasp, eyes snapping open to survey the soulless wilderness around her. Grappling at nothing, her arms flailed through the sucking chasm of...nothingness. This was a place she had come here for to get a grip...and suddenly... It was less than sand between her fingers. With a silent scream, she fell without falling into nothingness... She had always thought of this place of an anchor for her--somewhere she would and could always return...
She closed her eyes again and reached out for something else...begging for something else...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."