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Kaijin No Soki

"You see, this is why I'm quiet, we don't get surrounded like this when I'm quiet"

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a character in “Blindsight”, as played by Soki

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Height:6'3"
Weight: 185 Ilbs.

Name:Kaijin No Soki
Gender:Male
Age: 29
Archetype: The Assassin
Personality:Regardless of his profession, Soki has taken to being laid back, and joking in all situations at hand, if theres a gun pointed at him; or hell, even a zombie trying to chow down on his face, he's always got a over-the-top pun to either make people face-palm at will or actual make them laugh. Soki has come to realize that his emotions can never cloud his mind in anyway, as an assassin; if you let eve one single emotion escape your control, your all but dead in the field. So regardless if he's hated because of it, or loved; he's always laid-back even in a life or death situation.
Three Skill Sets:Stealth:years of government money, and training; has given him the ability to get in, and out of situations quietly, so quietly that he's been labeled a ghost by several enemy soldiers that have only caught a glimpse of him. He has all but mastered the art of stealth espionage, he always gets into a situation quietly, and always quietly get out, unless he's paid extra not too.
Bladed weaponry expert:Through years worth of missions he's learned that guns can not always be reliable; so he's taken to using blades during his missions, knives; swords, hell even throwing knives have served him better than any gun, giving him the complete reasoning behind his use of only blades, and with years of experience he's one of the best bladed experts the world has to offer.
Parkour expert:Constant years of having to get into a base, without being seen has given him the advantage above the rank and file soldier, jumping from dumpsters until railings of a fire escape, and from rooftop, to rooftop he has all be gained an advance understanding of the art of parkour, specially when it calls for a tactical withdrawal, if it takes jumping off of railing to get over a twelve foot fence to get away from guns blazing at him. Regardless of the situation at hand, if theres jumping, running, rolling or even diving involved; he's got it covered.

History Since December 21st 2012 (Survival Techniques and stress toll.):His whole mission was to come to America, figure out what was going on in Lassidus, gather information and any physical samples he could, and return home. He hadn't fully thought the situation would be difficult, mingle with the locals, find out what they knew; and possibly dig a bit deeper, but never did he figure he'd wind up in the middle of the shit. Though to backtrack a bit; a couple of months before things went to shit Soki was a highly recommended, and highly paid assassin working for a... classified government on infiltration missions, as well as spec ops recover missions; so of course he wouldn't have figured anything of this next mission when the file was thrown his way, a mission to America; how hard could it be? Well in the present he regretted that thought. Sometime around Nine AM on December 21st, he decided he had been to busy on the mission, and needed to relax, he'd go to his favorite coffee shop, family owned; with their cute daughter usually working register; needless to say even on a mission, he was relaxed. He flirted a bit before he got his coffee, then taking a seat outside to enjoy the morning sun. Well he would have enjoyed it, but within ten to fifteen minutes of the situation; with the sound of shattering glass, and then a scream; he could already tell today was not going to be his day. He finished off his coffee; sneaking his way quietly back into the shop to find out exactly what broke the glass. Though when he found what did; he felt like he had just entered a video game, or some horror movie. The girl he had spent most of his trip to America hitting on, was now having her organs munched on by a one armed zombie, his first thought was how completely asinine it was, so without missing a step grabbing the only knife he currently had on him he snuck up towards the zombie; as it continued it's meal, but only to soon until he stabbed the blade deep into the top of it's skull breaking the blade off inside of it. Once the moving corpse stopped moving; he stood up tossing the handle of the knife to the side and looked to the broken window, outside to the city beyond and his eyes grew wide.
The city was in a basic run of the mill zombie apocalypse. Men, Women, all running away from shambling corpses; needless to say being closer to the center of town made sense, but still hordes of zombies tearing through people left and right, and here he stood out in the open watching the entire thing. When his mind finally registered that he needed to get the hell out of there; he ducked down quick and made his way quietly back to his apartment to get his gear, thinking back he figured he wasn't going to have to use the gear at all, but now with how things turned out; it appeared he was going to be using all his tactical equipment to it's best.
He made his way through the streets filled with zeds and screaming citizens being munched on, moving through alleys and such just to get back to the apartment building where his stuff was stashed, upon reaching it, and pushing passed others in the building to get to his room he began to grab everything he was going to need. When he had everything, he left the room; figuring getting out of there was the best course of action, place with lots of people, make lots of noise, bringing hordes, and he didn't feel like becoming a zombie was the best way to die. With his retreat from the main area of the city, to a smaller suburbia type place, to hopefully hold up until more information could be relied to him from home-base, or so he had hopped. Months passed and no call from his CO and no real difference in the area other then the groans being farther away, or closer by. The months after the first encounter with the deadheads has been quite a stressful one, and if he wasn't such a laid back type of person, he might have already thought about taking himself out of the game, but no; that wasn't him and setting up little traps to make the zombies look ridiculous buckets on the head; or just banana peels in the walk way, just something to amuse him until he could find out more information; though it wasn't long before he was contacted, but not by his CO; but by a Ghost in the system only known by A.

So begins...

Kaijin No Soki's Story

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#, as written by Soki
OOC: Sorry for my post being placed in the wrong Area, fixing now.

The setting changes from Quarantine Zone - America to Area 2

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#, as written by Soki
Well his day had started out odd, usually he enjoyed a coffee and a bagel in the morning. Though his usual mornings didn't involve surviving encounters with zombies. Thus, he would have no coffee nor bagel this morn. He had received a call from A early that morning letting him know that he needed to move towards the police station post haste, or at least as quickly as he could manage. He hadn't been to far from the police station when the call came through in fact; no more then a couple of blocks, which was fortune at the last as he stayed low to the ground a knife held tightly in his right hand as he placed his left on-top of the hood of a car, peaking over it.

His eyes locking onto a small hordes of what appeared to be agile zombies, and one or two small hordes of Shamblers. already making their way into a door left wide open. "Well that was a mistake on their part.." He said keeping low to the ground as he moved off to towards the side of the police building; if anything he needed to get in there, find the survivors help them; if they needed, get out of there and somewhere safe; he just hoped. Then al the sudden his ears were ringing, and he realized his face hurt. "Damn....should have seen that coming." He said rubbing at his nose and forehead that had taken the most of the blow from the door. When his eyes could finally focus he made out a few survivors seemingly scared out of their wits and running. "Easy, where's the fire, can't you at least stop to ask the guy you bashed with the fucking door?" he joked checking ot make sure his nose was still straight, and attacked to his face. That was when he remembered the hordes on the other side of the building. "Oh right, yeah running from the dead...yeah forgot my bad; for a minute there thought the only thing I had to worry about was a nose bleed." Another bad pun from the worlds most efficient assassin. "Look I'm not a zombie, if i was i'd be rather pissed about the door; I saw you alerted quite a good amount of zeds, you've two choices, you can run like idiots and alert them more." He paused for a second to rub at his nose, which was still hurting. "Or you can follow me quietly, and I can lead us towards a safe place without alerting more zombies with heavy footsteps and gunfire." He only paused for a moment and then pointed off over his shoulder in a diagonal way. "It's two and a half blocks that way, and you can hide out there until your friends don't wanna play anymore." His ears began picking up on the groans and grunts from the zombies at the front of the police station, turning to look and making sure none were peeking around the corner. "Look, keep low, and keep up; or have fun being chased and eaten, cause I'm no ones main course" He said that and was already ducking behind cars and making his way quickly and quietly back the way he came.

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As Haytham bum-rushed the door, with Max and what he could only hope were the others quick on his tail, there was a barely audible oof, as if someone had been punched in the stomach. Haytham, the first person out of the door, turned to see what looked like a menacingly well-toned yet affably upright zombie standing behind the door. Haytham slowed to a halt, glaring at the figure, his stare quizzical in nature. It took but a moment for his brain to catch up to his eyes.

That's not a zombie!

Max, the second person through the door behind Haytham, lay witness upon the same sight; however, where Haytham met the circumstance with caution and forethought, Max leapt immediately to action. Before Haytham could even begin to shout a warning, Max had brought his pistol to bear, aimed, and fired three shots in quick succession, straight into the man's chest—or at least he would have had Allison, the third person to emerge from the doorway, not tugged on his arm at the last second. The cacophonous reports rang out thrice into the air, safely aimed away at the sky.

Max shook off Allison's grip like the plague. "My ammo... What the hell was that for?!" He demanded, a venom in his voice, briefly taking his eyes off of his target to focus on Allison. It was for this reason that he was startled when his target spoke. "Easy, where's the fire, can't you at least stop to ask the guy you bashed with the fucking door?" Apparently, this brush with a bullet-riddled demise didn't even phase him in the slightest. Everyone just kind of stared awkwardly at everyone else until one of the others bringing up the rear of their group shouted what Haytham interpreted as "why the hell aren't we running?!"

"Oh right, yeah running from the dead...yeah forgot my bad; for a minute there thought the only thing I had to worry about was a nose bleed." Haytham couldn't tell if this guy was joking or serious. Why was he here, behind the door? What did he want? While his mind was spinning questions, he realized that his legs had begun moving again without his permission. He was about to start running, but to where he didn't know. Somewhere. Anywhere to get away from these things. Perhaps into some random yet well-lit building—

"Look, the stranger interrupted his train of thought and impending absconsion, I'm not a zombie, if i was i'd be rather pissed about the door; I saw you alerted quite a good amount of zeds, you've two choices, you can run like idiots and alert them more." Haytham gave him another quizzical look before taking a quick peek back through the door and into the police station. The zombies hadn't made it around the hall yet, but their time was running extremely thin. "Or you can follow me quietly, and I can lead us towards a safe place..."

Both Haytham and Max looked at each other, each youth recognizing the distress in the other's eyes, before glaring back at the stranger, almost as if synchronized. They didn't trust him. Why would they?

But if he was telling the truth, did they really have any better option? With panic setting in and time running out, Haytham looked toward Lauren. She was the "eldest" of the group in his eyes, and he trusted her more than any of the others—especially Briar. He gave her a questioning gaze: should we trust him for now?