I want to play RPG in AOT, 1-) Hybrid (Story + Stats, No Dice Rolls). 2-) Just before Mikasa's parents killed. 3-) Name: you can create. Background: he is a One-Eyed natural born ghoul awakened fully healed after his fight with Rize's Dragon form. Age:27. Skills: He has a dual type Kagune, one Rinkaku(specialized in speed) and one Bikoku(balanced between power and speed). He fights intinctively, hits hard and fast due to his Kagune's fast healing and speed. He have Kakuja now merge of his Rinkaku and Bikoku has both of their power and skills but in a whole another level. Only reason he died to Rize is because he killed Kanaki first and that made him exhausted. Mastered in controlling himself, both physically and mentally. Personality: Cold, Distant but Caring shows his emotions by actions not words. He has problems with bonding with people and humans. Self-sacrificing and prone to bloodlust, adrenaline addict but hates this parts of himself. Goal: He tries to find his way in this new world.
Character Profile
Name: Kael VirekRace: One-Eyed Ghoul (Natural-Born Hybrid)Age: 27Origin World:Tokyo Ghoul (transplanted by unknown means after a fatal battle with Dragon Rize)Current World:Attack on Titan – Year 844, Shiganshina DistrictProfession: None (yet) — Classified as an unknown humanoid threat by Military Police, if discovered.Residence: Nomadic (recently hiding in the forests near the Jaeger cabin)
🧬 Attributes AttributeValueNotesStrength★★★★☆Enhanced by Bikaku; raw power in CQC.Speed★★★★★Rinkaku excels in burst movement.Regeneration★★★★★Ghoul regeneration + Kakuja core.Mental Fortitude★★★★☆Discipline after surviving Kakuja awakening.Social Bonding★☆☆☆☆Alienated by nature and trauma.Control (Urges)★★★★☆Mastered—but unstable under blood frenzy.Stealth★★★★☆Naturally agile and experienced in urban stalking.
⚔️ Core Abilities
Kagune: Rinkaku (Speed-Type): Four whip-like tendrils that can shift to blades for rapid attacks.
Kagune: Bikaku (Balanced-Type): A thick, tail-like appendage that grants defense, mid-range striking, and support.
Merged Kakuja (Awakened): Armor forms over vital areas; claws and jaws manifest; boosts power and speed tremendously for short bursts. After overuse, can trigger bloodlust states.
Instinct Combat: Predicts motion and counters without conscious thought. Deadly at close range.
Predator's Reflex: Heightened perception when near threats. Can sense intent and adrenaline changes.
Human Control Mastery: Capable of suppressing hunger and ghoul impulses… most of the time.
🧠 Mental & Emotional Profile
Cold and distant to humans, not out of disdain—but fear of harming them.
Will risk everything for a moment of peace, even if it means burning bridges.
Deep guilt over the lives lost in his past. Haunted by Rize, by Kaneki's death, by the cost of survival.
Seeks something—anything—that gives his new life meaning.
Prologue: The Ghost in the Trees
The air in the forest outside Shiganshina tasted wrong. Not the familiar, cloying metallic tang of Tokyo's rain-slicked alleyways, thick with fear and spilled blood. This air was… clean. Almost sweet with pine resin and turned earth. It should have been calming. To Kael Virek, it was suffocating.
He leaned against the broad trunk of an ancient oak, the rough bark biting faintly through the worn fabric of his scavenged coat. His single crimson eye, perpetually active, scanned the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. The other, a deceptively human brown, remained closed, focused inward. Control. Suppress. Observe. The mantra was as familiar as the phantom ache in his ribs where Rize's Dragon form had shattered him.
He'd clawed his way back from that oblivion not into the familiar concrete jungle, but into this suffocating stillness, trapped behind walls that scraped the sky like the bones of a colossal beast. Walls meant to keep something out. He'd felt it beyond them – a low, resonant thrumming in the earth, a scent like decaying meat magnified a thousandfold, carried on the wind. Titans. Mindless, ravenous giants. An echo of his own monstrous hunger, twisted into something vast and utterly alien. They repulsed him. They fascinated him. They were a problem.
His gaze drifted downhill, past the rustling ferns, settling on the simple wooden structure nestled in a clearing – the Jaeger cabin. Smoke curled lazily from its chimney, a thin grey thread against the deepening blue of the late summer sky. Human life. Fragile. Loud. Tempting.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. Kaneki's face, pale and resigned in the flickering light of the Anteiku raid, flashed behind his eyelids. The sickening crunch of bone under his Kakuja's claws – not Rize's, but Kaneki's. An accident born of exhaustion, a moment of blurred fury and desperation after the Dragon's fall. The guilt was a physical weight, a cold stone lodged beneath his sternum. Connection brought death. He was a weapon; weapons misfired. He'd learned that lesson in blood.
He focused on the cabin. Two figures moved outside – a man splitting wood, a boy chasing chickens. Ordinary. Mundane. He could smell the woodsmoke, the faint tang of sweat, the earthy scent of the forest floor disturbed by their boots. He could hear the rhythmic thunk of the axe, the boy's high-pitched laughter. It was… peaceful. A concept as alien to him as the Titans themselves. He felt nothing but a detached curiosity and a simmering unease. Such peace felt like a lie, a painted backdrop waiting to be ripped away.
His Rinkaku Kagune stirred restlessly beneath his skin, a coiled spring of predatory speed. His Bikaku, a heavier, grounding presence near his spine, remained still, a reservoir of balanced power. The merged Kakuja – the Void-Scarred Carapace – lay dormant, a sleeping beast he dared not wake without dire need. The cost was too high. The bloodlust that followed its use was a siren song he despised, a euphoria that tasted like ash and regret.
Why am I here? The question haunted his every silent moment. Survival was instinct, a ghoul's baseline. But surviving for what? To hide in forests, smelling pine instead of blood? To jump at shadows cast by giants? To watch fragile human lives play out like a play he couldn't understand, let alone join?
He shifted, the movement soundless. His heightened senses, attuned to the pulse of threat, picked up a discordant note. Faint. Distant. Not Titan. Human. But wrong. The scent carried traces of unwashed skin, cheap alcohol, and something sharper, colder – greed, malice. It came from deeper in the woods, away from the cabin, away from the Wall. Traffickers, perhaps. Scavengers of another kind. Predators he understood all too well.
A flicker of something – not empathy, not quite – but recognition sparked. A predator recognizing its own kind, however crude. He dismissed it. Not his world. Not his problem. His problem was the gnawing emptiness inside, the hunger that clean air couldn't satisfy, the crushing weight of a past he couldn't escape and a future he couldn't define. His problem was the colossal walls, the mindless giants beyond them, and the terrifying fragility of the world within.
Kael Virek, the One-Eyed Ghost, the survivor of monsters, remained a shadow among the trees. He watched the smoke rise from the Jaeger cabin, a symbol of a peace he couldn't touch. He felt the tremor of distant Titans, a threat he couldn't yet fathom. And beneath it all, like a discordant hum beneath the forest's quiet symphony, the faint, malicious scent of approaching human evil lingered on the breeze.
Unseen. Unheard. Uninvolved. For now.
The calm before the storm held its breath. Kael simply waited, a question mark carved from violence and regret, poised on the edge of a world about to shatter.