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Alchemist
The Prodigal Son
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Biosynthetic Alchemy
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Post by Kaspar Derocha on Apr 8, 2015 19:56:26 GMT
♠ KASPAR DEROCHA ♠ FIRST WE RUN, THEN WE LAUGH TIL WE CRY 415 feel free to bunny along to the station | “Yeah, that would definitely be worse, heh.” Kaspar grinned bitterly in response. At least he was stuck with someone who had a half-decent sense of humour. “Well, I do have some money left over, so I guess it’s not all that bad. Not nearly enough for another ticket, though, nope…” It was the same for him, but in comparison to the cost of another plane ticket to Amestris, it was figurative peanuts. “Well, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t, haha…” The silver-haired boy smiled and let his hand fall from the metal of his stump. “Janis-Ilona. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
"Likewise." The vigour of their handshake was brief, and faded quickly. He smiled at the proclamation of her name. "It's certainly a very Amestrian name, if nothing else." The boy leaned back. "You mind if I just call you Janis?" He asked boldly and without restraint, before raising a hand to scratch the back of his head in a rather sheepish manner. "My bad, I... can be a little forward with shit like that."
In a more idle and momentarily-unused quadrant of his brain, Kaspar wondered for a split-second if his Dad was forward like that. Mom had always made him seem so charismatic and cavalier, but she was married to him and had known him for almost a decade. He, in contrast, had been on the receiving end of possibly a dozen diaper changes. “Well, as much as I detest the idea of Xingese public transportation today, it’s not too late to catch a train; more productive than plotting the demise of some sadistic airline employees, that’s for sure.”
"If you say so," He shrugged with a blasé smirk, getting to his feet and hoisting the one, small bag he had left. Few days' supplies and one of his fitting packs, spare coat. Nothing life-changing, or essential. "Though I know for a fact there's a nice remote little patch of marshland a few miles out. We could be done with it all in time for dinner." The smirk vanished. A grin replaced it. "Great noodle house down there, too." Kaspar looked up to the nearest board of signs, one of the less-gallant multitude plastered across the walls and pillars of this horrid institution.
The words 'TRAIN STATION' accompanied by a thick black-on-yellow arrow pointing back in the direction the mile-long gauntlet the both of them had just endured yielded a groan and a string of curse words under Kaspar's breath. |
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The Prodigal Son
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Wanderer
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Ross
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Alchemist
Biosynthetic Alchemy
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Post by Kaspar Derocha on Apr 6, 2015 23:23:51 GMT
♠ KASPAR DEROCHA ♠ Every night we smash a mercedes-benz 284 Short post is short | “Bad day for you too, I suppose?”
The boy chuckled bitterly and shrugged, brushing the blue-clad stump he had in place of an arm with his knuckles absent-mindedly. "I mean, it could be worse, I guess," He looked at the girl and half-smiled. "I could have no cash for a second flight, only the clothes on my back, and a meeting I had to make in Central by noon Monday." If he hadn't slept through a whole day, it was still Saturday morning, which made his impromptu schedule problems all the more pressing. "Oh, wait..." He grumbled with a clearly sarcastic overtone, looking across the obscenely-coloured carpet sea to scowl at the thoroughly useless Air Xing boarding staff.
"I suppose this is where my 'Great Amestrian Pilgrimage' ends, right?" Mom wasn't going to be happy. "Unless you're shit out of luck on getting a ticket home, too." Between the deep, focused sapphire of her gaze, the vibrant blonde hair, and the frustrated barking in her native language, she had essentially sprung to life out of the Amestrian page in a book of world stereotypes, right next to the Xingese noodle house and the Cretan royal guard. "Fuck..." he mumbled, looking to the floor as if it would offer him some form of lifeline here.
No luck. The boy with the silver hair swung his head up and stuck his hand forward. "Well, guess we're in the same boat. I'm shit out of options, too, but you can call me Kaspar." He slapped on a false grin for a few seconds for the fuck of it, before sighing loudly, glaring at the staunchly ignorant boarding staff once more, and slumping back down into his seat. |
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Wanderer
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Ross
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Alchemist
Biosynthetic Alchemy
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Post by Kaspar Derocha on Mar 29, 2015 22:04:46 GMT
♠ KASPAR DEROCHA ♠ WE RAN A MIRACLE MILE 504 it begins | 6:48 AM
Zhou International Airport
"The plane leaving for Central City, Amestris, is calling its last boarders at: Gate 35. Last boarders for Central City, Amestris, to Gate 35."
His own loud snore woke the boy from his slumber. Groggily, he blinked a couple of times, those half-Xingese blue eyes ridged with exhaustion as a hand went sluggishly to the back of his head. The sea of silvery-grey hair washed over the brown glaze of his tanned skin as he scratched at his scalp for a few moments, before everything froze and his cerulean gaze widened at a panel on the other side of the departures lounge. He scrabbled for a few minutes then finally brought his wrist down in front of him, peeling back his jacket in an attempt to bare his watch. The digitalised red numbers blinked back up at him. 6:49AM. "Fuck!"
Collecting his menagerie of baggage, the boy pulled the old, adorned Amestrian blue jacket around his shoulders and started making his way with a hurried speed to Gate 35, as the PA and the departure boards had dictated. With the cacophony of grouped family trips and launching planes all around him, when the clock struck 6:55 and he seemingly still had another few miles to go before he reached his gate, he broke into a full, unbridled sprint.
Gate 35 could have just as well have been in another airport, province, country, or dimension for all he could tell -- the only departure gate at the end of a lengthy stretch of desolate and seemingly abandoned corridor, it seemed as if everyone else who worked the rest of the decrepit lounges along the way had either disintegrated or just died as of late. But, no, when he made it, panting, and with a sheen of glistening sweat lining his row, the clock still only read 6:59.
...which didn't seem to matter, for all the boarding staff cared.
As he approached, they already began shaking their heads as if to deny him permission. Halfway between disbelief and an inability to care, the boy pushed on anyway, until threats of rousing security to deal with him came. Defeated, he kicked his bags down to one of the benches and slumped down next to it with a sigh. "Fuck," he repeated. Seemed like he'd fallen at the first hurdle with this whole 'journey' thing. The staff kept an eye on him as they started to ready up for the next departure, and the boy turned towards the window as the plane roared off down the crisp, black tarmac of the new runway, before taking flight.
As echoes of its launch faded, another set of hurried footsteps became audible; except this time, from the front of the departure gate, rather than the desk at the back. A girl with blonde hair tied back behind her, and a tan travel coat over her shoulders that had seen better days. Looked like he wasn't the only one that had missed this flight. |
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Post by Kaspar Derocha on Mar 28, 2015 15:32:10 GMT
ABILITIES & ARMS    Kaspar derocha's
alchemy
i'm gonna take that tiger outside for a ride
NAME:→ Biosynthetic Alchemy TYPE:→ Alchemy. TIER:→ Tier 1. METHOD:→ A modular and constantly-tweaked transmutation circle which is engraved to an automail prosthetic nerve base mounted into the stump, just past Kaspar's elbow. This acts as a basis for his biosynthetic prosthesis; a thin steel prong sticks a few inches outwards, allowing him to "mount" the materials on and thus activate the transmutation. VISUAL:  BRIEFING:→ Born with no forearm, Kaspar's primary alchemical discipline concerns his disillusionment with Amestrian and Xingese automail. At fifteen, he had fitted a disk around his stump, connected into his bones, with a prong for the actual limb. Nineteen continuous hours of surgery hooked every single nerve up to every single wire, painstaking and horrific, even with anaesthetics. And every six months, he had to size up a model. Change the oil every two weeks. Something went stiff more or lesss every few days. Safe to say that Kaspar got bored. Alchemy had been a pursuit of his long before his pioneering of this particular Discipline, but the simplicity of it is thus. He has carefully had a transmutation circle engraved upon the disk connected to his nerves which changes the signals from bioelectrical into mechanical. Onto this prong Kaspar fits a steel cylinder -- a process one will rarely see -- which when twisted to lock in, activates the circle and triggers the alchemy. Between the symbols for salt, sulfur, and water, Kaspar has found a way to manipulate carbon into a fully versatile biosynthetic prosthesis. The cylinder is, during the process, compressed into such a way that it serves as a rigid 'bone' of sorts to give the hand structure (non-alchemically, this is just a well-planned side effect due to its positioning and the physics of the process), but everything else is a tempered kind of carbon-based flesh, with a little halogen-neon cocktail on the inside to give it Kaspar's own personal flair, and a trippy light-show on the outside. The carbon itself is supercompressed, and the exterior of his arm is reformed into a tight lattice-style structure. Whilst it functions with the flexibility and dexterity of any normal limb -- and Kaspar can feel pressure through it, thanks to the neuronal connection of the stump-disk -- its exterior is as hard as granite, and the claws that tip every finger are razor-sharp pseudo-diamond formations. That said, however, the arm can be chipped away at and cannot be repaired unless Kaspar finds more carbon to reform it (whether wood, plant matter, or another carbon derivative). Additionally, because of the link to the nerve conversion disc on his stump, Kaspar will experience pain if the limb is damaged beyond a certain threshold, excruciatingly so if it is crushed or snapped. Other than that, however, it is a near-perfect weapon in close-combat, due to its intense durability and talons. Finally, Kaspar has pioneered this to be a resistant and long-lasting modification, and due to it being a relatively simple alchemical process, he can sustain it for days -- sometimes weeks -- before having to revert. KASPAR DEROCHA'S
EQUIPMENT
OVER THE SUNSET ON THE HORIZON
NAME: CA-357 "Diamondback"TYPE: Revolver BRIEFING: The Cretan Arms .357 "Diamondback" Revolver is a versatile yet oddly rare sidearm. Restricted for officer use only -- with enlisted troops instead being given semi-automatic pistols rather than the revolver -- it is still in active use today, but requires a steady and learned hand behind the trigger. Major reason for its disuse on the frontline is due to mainly tradition, but it packs formidable recoil, and some troops are confused at this particular weapon's modularity. It can be loaded with a wide selection of .357 Magnum rounds, holding six shots in a cylinder, but at present, Kaspar only carries hollow points (extra damage against unarmoured targets). NAME: QilinTYPE: Spear BRIEFING: As a member of the prestigious Han clan of Xing, which has for decades now held a very close relationship with the Emperor and his court as an ambassador, upon their coming of age, every seedling is permitted one item of the finest craftsmanship. Seamstresses choose needles, ambassadors a dress of the finest silk; Kaspar, having already decided to leave after his father, received Qilin, a double-ended, wide-bladed, five-foot spear-staff. Impeccably weighted, with blades crafted of titanium carbide, the prodigal assassin's son is well-trained with a firearm, but Qilin sees ample use -- even if just in training -- every day of his travels. |
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The Prodigal Son
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Wanderer
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Post by Kaspar Derocha on Mar 23, 2015 2:35:47 GMT
ALCHEMIST    KASPAR DEROCHA
someday, you might find your hero
FULL NAME:
→ Kaspar Noah Derocha
AGE:
→ 25
SEX:
→ Male
BIRTH PLACE:
→ Zhou, Xing
NATIONALITY:
→ Half Xingese, a quarter Amestrian, and a quarter Cretan.
DATE OF BIRTH:
→ January 9th, 2015
HEIGHT:→ 5' 11" WEIGHT:→ 170lbs PICTURE:    DESCRIPTION:→ Whilst his fundamental appearance can be seen above, certain parts of Kaspar's visage require further clarification. Kaspar's standardised garb is a bastardisation of the Amestrian military outfit, in spite of having no association with them whatsoever at this point in time. His father's old, never-worn blue coat -- the coat of the State Alchemist, that is -- hangs around his haunches, as do the matching navy bottoms and boots. However, what would a Derocha be without his own flair? Kaspar has added a crimson waistcoat-style undercoat. To those familiar with the outfit, they would see the resemblance, but it has been stripped carefully of the majority of is outdated Amestrian insignia which would suggest his allegiance. Kaspar's voice is also notable. Whilst Xingese by birth, technically, his mother is a fluent linguist who spent many decades working as an ambassador for Emperors Aeries and Xun. His Cretan and Xingese are impeccable, and the former without any hint of an accent; his Amestrian is a little more rough, but still fluent in conversation. PERSONALITY:
→ Kaspar is like his father in more ways than he realises. In all the fields Ayden excelled in, even from youth, so does his son; each born without a part of his body, a disability which they respectively overcame themselves in their own different ways. In the face of adversity and obstacles, each possesses the give-no-quarter determinism of the Derocha bloodline which permits them to never take no for an answer, and never accept failure as an option. But at the same time, he bears the blood of his mother within him, too; he is quietly respectful of that which he deems reverent, he has an overwhelming capacity for friendship and love, and loves sometimes to simply daydream and watch the world go by.
But perhaps that of his inherited traits which is so notorious is shared between both parents. Kaspar Derocha is a studious and fervent academic when it comes to alchemy. Doting over his father's abandoned library in their Xingese estate from a young age, his natural potential for the manipulation of alchemic energies became evident not long after Ayden took his leave. Just as in touch with the tectonic energies that power the science as his father -- if not more so -- the only thing Kaspar has lacking is his years of experience. At four, he could recreate mechanical circuits. At seven, create primitive alchemical robots. And at fifteen, he pioneered his own branch of alchemy, which allowed him to be rid of his cumbersome automail forever, with a biosynthetic replacement. To put it bluntly: Kaspar loves to study science; no pursuit is of greater importance to him.
He does not, however, fit into the category of the meek and silent academic. Kaspar should not be mistaken as a recluse or an eccentric revolutionary who seeks the solace of solitude to perform his work. No, precisely the opposite; Kaspar loves human contact, as his mother did, and as his father loathed. With the latter parent growing further and further disillusioned with mankind as his journeys continued, Kaspar has luckily not been sculpted by his father's negative views of humanity, and is a fluttering, charming, and approachable socialite. He genuinely enjoys spending time with people and forming bonds, and to those he loves, he is truly as loyal and stalwart a companion as they come.
But it takes a person of certain intuition to divine Kaspar any further. Someone who truly understands people from their interactions. Beneath him lies something tethered, something terrible. Whether the fault of nature or nurture, inherited from his father or caused by his absence, its presence is, for the handful hat experience it, certain. Internally, Kaspar is angry. He is resentful. And he is ruthless. There is hate that lies deep within that, unlike Ayden, he has tapped into perhaps only once or twice in his life so far. The question, then, is, will the events that he goes through teach him to overcome and vanquish this -- or to harness and channel this wrath, and add it to his already-formidable arsenal?
LOVE:
[SECOND TO NONE] - His doting mother, Jeu-Hee Han.
[KNOWLEDGE IS POWER] - Academic pursuits, specifically linguistics, literature, and science.
[INTERNAL APTITUDE] - Watching how things tick.
[MAGNUM OPUS] - The practice and development of alchemy.
[CHOW MEIN] - Xingese cuisine, specifically the noodles.
HATE:
[BROKEN] - The useless stump of his real arm.
[LANDLUBBER] - Seafood and sand.
[WHERE ART THOU?] - His father's sporadic disappearance.
[PARTY INDIFFERENCE] - Politics -- he has absolutely no desire to become involved with it, any of it.
[PRAGMATIST] - War without purpose -- combat and murder are somewhat more trivialised, but the conflicts of old, especially Ishval, greatly frustrate him.
ALIGNMENT:
→ Chaotic Neutral
STRENGTHS:
[EMPIRE'S CHILD] - Versed in a number of Xingese martial arts doctrines, thanks to his mother.
[COMBAT POLYMATH] - Trained with both firearms and traditional Xingese close-combat weapons.
[NO QUARTER] - Exceptionally determined in his journeys and pursuits.
[RUN SOLO] - A survivalist by experience, Kaspar has been taught by his mother how to function independently of others.
[THE DEROCHA TOUCH] - A friendly and charismatic conversationalist, Kaspar can always seem to start off-the-cuff chats and through them -- either intentionally or inadvertently -- manipulate people.
WEAKNESSES:
[PATERNAL PUZZLE] - Driven by an overwhelming desire to find his long-last father, everything ultimately comes down to this for Kaspar.
[CREED OF CAMARADERIE] - Whilst not an outwardly friendly individual, his loyalty and care to those he loves can very easily be manipulated.
[THE UNRAVELING] - The nature of his father's old business -- and the more he learns of it greatly troubles Kaspar.
[IMPRESSIONABLE YOUTH] - Kaspar's experiences shape him and his internalised moral quandaries and take serious root in his heart.
HISTORY:
→ Much of Kaspar Derocha's history has yet to be written. In 2015, he was born to parents Jeu-Hee and Ayden, veterans of the calamitous events of that decade in itself, including but not limited to the sack of Fort Briggs and the Jade Palace, the Deadlight Crisis, and the Esparian War, the pair were happy to get some peace and quiet. Both militants of their respective countries, they took some vacation time and settled down, the assassin having temporarily hung up his holsters when their first child came along in late 2013.
In 2015, however, their second child, Kaspar Noah, was born. He took his father's name, silver hair, and cerulean eyes, the State Alchemist smiling down into his crib from above. For all the lives he had destroyed, none had effected him quite so much as the single, solitary one he had helped truly create. For reasons unknown to Kaspar, however, before he was truly conscious of his own being, Ayden took his older sibling and left Xing in secret.
As he grew, now only child of single mother Jeu-Hee Derocha, née Han, he began to realise that perhaps his mother knew more of his father's disappearance than she had initially let on. When his potential as an alchemist became blindly apparent, she was both overjoyed and wracked with sadness at the reminder of her husband -- but as he grew and interrogated her regularly about the whereabouts of his father, Jeu-Hee would concede less and less, saying that he would find out when the time came.
Puberty passed, and though his curiosity was still awry, Kaspar had come to peace with the fact that he would learn nothing from his mother, a sterling diplomat in her own right. Between training with his uncle -- a soldier whose spare time he spent with Kaspar, unlike his mother who doted over ambassadorial papers every weekend -- and studying his alchemy books, the boy grew up fast, every passing moment looking and reminding her more and more of his father.
A certain aimlessness in life took Kaspar to university in the bowels of Zhou proper. At 22, he left with an honours degree in Biochemistry, having already developed a workaround for the useless stump of a forearm he had been left with. He returned home for a few years, gifted with ceremonial blessings from extended family -- including the precious "Qilin", a woven titanium carbide dual-bladed spear-staff as a coming-of-age gift from the Han clan in its entirety. But the question still sat rooted in the back of his mind, and one day, now truly of age, he sat his mother down and asked, as he had, so many times before. "Where's Dad?"
She smiled faintly. It was time for that question to be answered. But it wasn't a simple geographical response. And it wasn't an answer she could provide. She stood up, and pressed upon him the savings she had accumulated. "Go, Kaspar," She smiled up at him with those big brown eyes of hers that his father had so adored, her hair grey and the wrinkles around her eyes just as prominent as her son had always remembered them being. She could not answer the question for him. He would have to find an answer himself. "I'm sure your father's waiting." TRIVIA:
→ Has not seen his father, Ayden Derocha, since he was two years old, in 2017.
→ Though he lost his left arm through a congenital developmental defect during his mother's pregnancy, he utilises alchemy -- not alkahestry -- effectively in order to manipulate a synthetic though biologically accurate conglomerate of materials to create fluid and changeable prostheses.
→ Takes his father's name rather than his mother's, but is still effectively a member of the Han clan.
→ Attached to his stump is a neurone-wired 'stump' of sorts, a metal disc covering with a small prong. The prong attaches to metal cylinder, which when locked in, activates a transmutation circle on the disc, morphing it into his arm.
LANGUAGES:
→ Xingese (navy) and Cretan (brown), with slightly worse Amestrian (palepurple).
ALIAS:→ Ross. OTHER CHARACTERS:→ Aleksei Kasparov. CREATOR'S COMMENTS:→ The prodigal son returns. FACE CLAIM:DEVIL MAY CRY - nero - Kaspar Derocha
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