Don't Run Away

I've been playing the game for a few years now, Gods Eater Burst. And, as with most games I play for a few years and LOVE, I'm gonna wirte a fanfic about it. I'm going to need OC's - not many, becuase I just need enough to make up a unit or two since the canon cast will be involved.

Speaking of canon cast, I don't own Gods Eater Burst or any of its characters and the like. The idea is mine - whenever I get one - and the characters you guys give me are yours, but I control their fate!

Takes place during the timeline of the game, and intertwines with the canon plot every now and a again. Expect a lot of made up stuff; interior of the Den, secret abilities and such, maybe even some inter-OC romance?

Introduction

"During the 2050's, Oracle Cells suddenly appeared, devouring everything on the planet. They quickly diverged into a variety of life-forms. Confronted by their overwhelming power, impervious to conventional weapons, the people started to compare these terrible entities to the Gods of Far East Lore... and to call them 'Aragami'. Thanks to the appearance of the Aragami, most urban cultures would be destroyed in a short period of time..."

Gathered directly from the NORN Database; Aragami: 1

"God Eater: Someone who works for Fenrir, and wields a God Arc to battle Aragami. Self-injects Oracle Cells in order to operate the God Arc. It's a job with the constant risk of death, but quality of life is very high. Since there are many privileges extending to one's family, many people dream of becoming a God Eater. One can either complete one's service, or retire if one's skills as an officer are recognized - but many God Eaters end up being killed in action before either happens."

Gathered directly from the Norn Database; Gods Eater

"God Arc: The only weapon that can be used against Aragami. It is actually an Aragami with a man-made core called Artificial CNS. God Eaters control their God Arcs through their armlets, using intravenously injected P53 Bias Factor as a catalyst. In order to wield a God Arc, Oracle Cells must be embedded deep inside the human body and linked to their nerves: it is esential that their genetic makeup be compatible with the God Arc in question."

Gathered directly from the Norn Database; God Arc: 1

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Running. That is the third of three things I am great at. Once I got started, nothing could stop me. Luckily, since it was a straight shot on even ground, I had even less to worry about... I ran - I ran and I ran and I ran. I ran so far, and for so long, I honestly can't remember how I stopped...

Oh yeah. I stopped to get something to eat. I knew this particular area of the Outter Ghetto relatively well; I had been here on several occasions on my own, and while on business. I walked over to a food vendor selling what was most likely illegally obtained rations, and just as I was going to bite into...I don't even remember what it was anymore, everyone in the vacinity shot into an uproar.

Fenrir enforcement agents were swarming the place, shouting that they were under direct order from someone named Johannes Von Schicksal, and began trashing the place. I was amazed that they had managed to keep up with me - but not as amazed as I was when I realized that the people after me were working with Fenrir.

I didn't wait to find out why Fenrir was after me. Once again, I took off. Only now, some days later as I was confronted by the very same Johannes Von Schicksal, did I realize that was where I made my mistake.

When a group of armed people are screaming 'We have this area completely surrounded', it isn't wise to take them for granted. I only took thirteen steps before coming across a unit of armed men. I managed to pull a one-eighty and go back the way I came without them noticing me.

But the second unit that I - literally - ended up in the middle of, spotted me. I fought them -resisting arrest wouldn't be enough of a criminal charge, try 'attempted genocide'- but I was overpowered. Next thing I know, I was hurled into the back of a Fenrir transport truck with a black bag over my head and handcuffs on my wrists...

Chapter One - X07

One week earlier...

"You have a visitor."

A gloved hand yanked the hood off of my head. Had the hand grabbed any of my hair, my head may have gone with it. Eh, probably not. I blinked a few times; the area was dark and dank. I could make out water dripping in the distance...and was that a drill even further off? My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting. The armed man who held the hood in his hand walked backwards, assuming his military stance beside another soldier.

One reason why I hate government armed forces; eveyone looks so generic.

I couldn't make out anything beyond the range of the bare bulb above me, but I knew the room was most likely empty - aside from your standard tourture equipment, that is. Looking around would have been useless, so I stared at the soldier with the hood in his hand, sticking my tongue at him in rebellion.

Did I mention that I don't like government armed forces?

I retracted my tongue when I heard my name called out to me from the darkness. It had been literally years since I last heard someone - anyone - utter my name. First or last - especially both. The male voice repeated my name, this time accompanied by footsteps.

Slowly, the approaching sillhouette became a male dressed in a white, long double coat which was clasped together at the waist. A brown, frilled scarf sandwiched between the coat and a white tie, eathy-blond hair, a crisp purple shirt beneath and what sounded like suede shoes - no doubt this man was someone high up.

Judging by the perfectly synchronized salutes from the soldiers behind the higher-up, this man was powerful. I did not hesitate to look him in the eyes;

They were steady - undoubtedly, this man was some sort of leader.

They held no fear - this man had a clear objective forever in his mind.

They were cold - he would stop at nothing to achieve that goal.

They were ruthless - this man was completely beyond sanity.

In a different situation, on a different plain, he and I could have been the same person.

He repeated my name a third time, sounding all too familiar. It turned out he did know me well; moving one of his hands from behind himself, this man threw a large, thick folder filled to the seams with papers. Of all the papers to land at my feet, the one with a photo of myself had to embed itself beneath my foot.

Platnium blue hair standing on end, matching eyes, fairly tanned skin and a smile brimming from ear to ear. I hadn't seen my own smile in...years. I pushed past the photo; my height, weight, blood type and everything else about me was on that one sheet of paper. No doubt, there were more papers like it scattered about the floor.

I looked up at the man, then back at the paper, then rested my gaze on him. This whole presentation was his, after all. I might as well let him get the first word.

"Do you know who I am?" His voice was powerful, and commanded authority. The question was stupid, but his voice made up for it. Of course, I wasn't going to let him know that. He must have picked up on my silence, because he continued.

"I know who you are - and I have known for quite sometime now." He began to pace around the room - around me - with his hands behind his back once more. He truly did have a flair for the dramatic.

"Then again, someone of your caliber has already figured that out by now." Hey, he wasn't too dumb of a guy, afterall!

"And yes, I will admit it was...pointless of me to ask if you knew of my identity." And he was modest to boot!

"But, I shall give you a formal introduction nonetheless. It's the least I can do to...continue to show my hospitality." He minded his manners and had a sense of humor too? His family must absolutely love him.

"I am Johannes Von Schicksal, Director of the Fenrir Far East Branch. It is my sole duty to manage the God Eaters who protect mankind from extinction." Oh, he's egotistical... I guess we all have our flaws.

"No doubt, you've heard of me." He contnued, eyeing me for a reaction or response. I followed him with my eyes until he was behind me once more.

"And, no doubt you have been in a situation such as this before. Tied up, held captive by forces beyond your control, and dare I say, your...comprehension?" This guy, Schicksal, was interesting, at least.

"However..." he paused in front of me, keeping me on his left, as he uttered my first name with a hint of superiortiy in his voice. I knew that this was the part where he would place his order; I've gone through this song and dance before...

"Age: Eighteen years old. Height: Just under six feet tall. Blood type: O negative. Zodiac sign: Leo. Your favorite food varies on the food group; Fruits? You love apples. Vegetables? Snow peas, steamed and seasoned while in the pod. If it's meat, you enjoy American-style hamburgers..."

Johannes Von Schicksal, Director of the Fenrir Far East Branch, told me every single detail about myself - even my stomach condition that had a ton of conditional triggers. No one knew about that - heck, I was still trying to work that out myself...

I will admit; I had never once in my life thought that Fenrir would be after me, let alone capture me. But it blew my mind how their Director, someone I had only heard about from newspapers and propaganda, knew me so well. I'd have to figure out where he heard about me, if I survived whatever he had planned for me.

"And your occupation?" He spoke in a finalized tone. Schicksal now leaned forward so that we made eye contact. When he was this close, I could feel the confidence radiating off of him. "Well, that's what we're here to discuss, 'Long Blade'."

He stood erect, and stepped backwards until he was in the darkness. I heard his hushed voice and two others for only a second. A heavy door opened far out in front of me, and two pairs of footsteps exited. Schicksal emerged from the darkness in front of me. He did not stop walking until he was standing over me. If my legs weren't tied to this chair as well...

"I am making you an offer that you, quite seriously, cannot refuse, Long Blade."

His voice was definite and absolute. I inadvertantly gulped.

"You are now going to work for Fenrir as a God Eater."

I looked up at him with the best hateful glare I could muster.

"Look at your right arm."

My hateful glare diminished; how would I do that when my arms - have been untied for a while now. I pulled my arms from behind the back of the chair; they were still numb from the position. As much as I wanted to fight my way out of here, I couldn't in my current state. I looked my right arm over; there was a band-aid on my arm near the elbow bend right next to my veins.

"You have been brought up to date with all of your innoculations. We examined you while your were unconsciouss; I commend you on taking care of yourself so well, especially at such a young age."

I didn't bother paying him any mind or thanking him for the health care. I was working on untying my legs.

"Understand, that you cannot walk out of here alive."

That made me stop. I looked up at Schicksal - his face was even and serious. I slowly finished untying myself before reclining in the chair once more.

"Good," Schicksal gave me a partial smile. "You are indeed a rational and reasonable person. Just what I - we, at Fenrir need." He cleared his throat, but I had heard what he said. "You will spend the next week preparing to become a God Eater. You will under go proper registration, with the aid of my own task force...filling in the blanks."

'The blanks' being the ten years I spent outside of Fenrir's civilian records.

"And, upon completion of your initiation as a God Eater, you will join the Far East Branch's First Unit. I only hope that you do indeed, live up to my expectations." Schicksal took a few steps back, remainning in the light but giving me personal space. "Please, come with me so we can begin."

I rubbed my wrists and ankles before standing. I looked Schicksal in the face before speaking.

"What makes you so sure that I'll pass this 'initiation'?"

Schicksal smiled. It made my stomach flip. Another trigger discovered.

"You will. Our computers ran your statistics countless times." Schicksal sounded beyond confident.

"And how exactly will you get me into your ranks without anyone asking questions?"

"Ah, so you're aware of the...sensitivity of our situation?" Schicksal sounded pleased.

"What do you mean 'our' situation?" I asked, more pissed than perplexed.

"Why, of course." He spoke easily. "I need to ensure the cleanliness of my hands by any means possible. And you, my dear friend, are a very... unstable element in this experiment."

"Experiment?"

"The experiement of life." He answered, sounding borderline smug.

I chose not to respond to that comment. "So, what do I have to do?"

"Simple. You voulenteer to become a God Eater, and go through the process as though you had no external influence. I, of course, shall carry on as though I did not... 'recruit'... you directly."

'Recruit'? Schicksal was much more of a schemer than I had pegged him for.

"You've got yourself a deal, Schicksal." I began. "But I had better not have to deal with people I don't like. And I want constant, unrestricted access to rations."

"Ah yes, that brings up the issue of your alias, does it not?"

I squinted at Schicksal; I knew exactly what he was getting at.

"I understand your desire to...remove yourself from your past. You could even say I sympathize with it, to an extent."

"Cut the crap and get to the point." I butted in.

Schicksal seemed uneffected by my crudeness. "You're going to need a handle - a means of being identified by your soon to be co-workers. And I doubt that the alias 'Long Blade' will go unnoticed." Schicksal's smile made the knot in my stomach become even tighter. "Your reputation and achievemnts as a mercenary are well known by Fenrir."

"Why not just give me a fake name?" I ignored his comment; he wasn't wrong...

"Because as a God Eater, one can determine their own fate. You, on the other hand, can only determine a portion of it."

I let out a dry chortle.

Schicksal did not move. He was serious.

"Fine then." I looked down at my own face smiling back up at me. My childhood grin seemed so distant even though the paper was only five feet away from me. "Have anyone who needs to address me refer to me as X07."

"X07?" Schicksal repeated. "Ecks Zero Seven... hm. I see."

This time, I did not move. He noted that I was serious.

"Very well then. You shall be addessed as the section of the Outter Ghetto you were born in, X07. Ironic, that you would carry the name of the place you seem to despise so."

"Are you going to accept my terms, or not?" I spat.

Schicksal laughed; his lips barely parted. "I cannot assure you either of those conditions; you may very well have to deal with people you dislike, and regretablly, rations are at an all time minimum. But..."

He let the silence hang in the air for a moment.

"I can assure you that you will be doing the second of the three things you excel in."

With that, he turned around and headed towards the exit. Somehow, the soldiers on the otherside knew he was coming and opened the door in advance.

"You will be fighting, X07. And you and I both know how skilled you are," His footsteps echoed beyond the open door. I stared at where I suspected his silouhette was gradually getting smaller, cursing his name. It was his last statement that hit the bone:

"And we both know how much you enjoy fighting, 'Long Blade'..."

Present Day, May First, 2071 - Earlier

"Director. We've found a possible match for a New-Type God Eater in the Database."

"I see. What's his name?" Schicksal asked. He then placed his hand on his personal laptop, bringing up the information. A wicked smile curved his lips.

"Hm. Let's get him down here to take the Apptitude Test..."

Present Day, May First, 2071 - Currently

"Sorry to have kept you waiting so long... Now then, let me welcome you to human kind's last fortress: Fenrir."

The voice came from a human shaped shadow about four stories up. Schicksal... The room itself was a steel hexagon with pattern bullet holes in the wall. The wolf-head symbol of Fenrir was on the scarred wall on my immediate right. Upon applying for Fenrir, I was given a black formal suit. Apparently, this was one of the standard issue outfits for new recruits.

"I will now test your compatibility as a member of the Anit-Aragami Punitive Force, the God Eaters. Please, try to relax a little. You'll get better results that way. When you're ready, go stand in front of that case in the center of the room."

In the center of the room was some form of machine, not a case. It was about ten feet in length and composed of very sturdy metal. There were black rods on the four rounded corners, keeping the upper half of the machine in the air. The Fenrir symbol was stamped on the front of it.

I knew what this was. This was the grande finale of the Aptitude Test. Every God Eater went through it - and after everything I had been through this week, I knew I was going to pass. I realzied that I was looking down at a God Arc. The blade was a giant hunting knife, and the shield resembled very jagged, mishapen wings. The blade was brown in color and the shield was an off-beige color. There was another attatchment - a gun, perhaps?

But God Eaters were either melee or ranged fighters, right?

I knew I'd be stuck in this basic Fenrir gear for a while; a black jacket with the Fenrir wolf logo on the back and matching slacks. It was formal yet comfortable. Heck, I had worn worse. Besides, I always looked good in black. I cleared my mind of trivial things; this was much more important than what I was wearing. I was about to become a God Eater.

The rational part of me knew this was just a title given to yet another fighter in yet another war...

I stuck my right hand on the hilt of the blade; I was accustomed to weapons, so why should a God Arc be any differe-

The device was shaped like those old glass soda bottles, the God Arc rested in the round, oblong part. The blade carried into the 'neck' of the bottle shape, and only then did I notice the open slots that went around the perimeter of the machine.

I had placed my hand on the machine so that my wrist sat on a red section of the machine. I had pegged it for an arm rest, but now that the top part of the machine had dropped on my hand. Only now, all too late, did I notice that it was some form of press.

Accusstomed to pain, I managed to withold my scream, but I groaned nonetheless. When the machine lifted, a red braclet was forever locked to my right wrist. I lifted the blade. The weight was odd; not heavy yet not solid, but the weight took second priority when I noticed black tendrills sprout from the braclet and align with the veings on the back of my hand. I blinked, and the were gone. My hand didn't feel weird, either.

What was that? I know I'm not imagining things...

"Congratulations. You are now the first of the Far East Branch's "New-Type" God Eaters of the Far East Branch. This concludes the Aptitude Test. Now that we know you're a match, you'll be going for a medical check up next. Now then, wait in the room beyond that door. Do not hesitate to tell anyone if you start feeling... unwell."

"I've high hopes for you."

I'm sure you do, Schicksal...

And this is where I'll end this chapter!

So, since I'm a lazy guy, we'll be using an edited form of my Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's fanfiction character application outline! Feel free to check that out if you want.

Name:

Codename:

Age:

Birthday: (Typical recruits are found at ages 12-18. Not manditory, but keep this in mind!)

Gender:

Physical Appearance:

Clothing Appearance:

~Alternatives:

~Accessories:

(feel free to just post the numbers of what they have equipped and so on)

Personality (in battle):

Personality (out of battle):

Strengths (in battle):

Strengths (out of battle):

Weaknesses (in battle):

Weaknesses (out of battle):

Likes: (As many as possible)

Dislikes: (As many as possible)

Biography: (Minimum of three paragraphs. Not SENTENCES. PARAGRAPHS.)

Hobbies: (Minimum of three. Please keep them sensible - someone afraid of the forest wouldn't like hunting in one - without good reason, at least)

Equipment Choices:

Blade Type, Blade Name

Gun Type, Gun Name

Shield Type, Shield Name

Control Unit:

Upgrades: Max 2

Skills Accquired Via Equipment: A complete list of the skills given to your character because of the things they have equipped.

Skills: Not the skills you get from your equipmet, but the skills your character, as a human being, possess. (Feel free to elaborate as little or as much as you can on the less obvious skills)

Extra Details: (If there's a detail you feel that needs to be added that you couldn't place elsewhere, put it here)

If you are submitting a character and you are not familiar with the game or its dynamics, fear not! I will equip your character as best I can with stuff that I feel fits their personality~!

I'll also be posting an example using X07 just so that you can get an idea on how it works. Thank you for submitting an OC!

Well, that's that for now. Don't expect an update anytime soon as I'm working on other things - like school work and finalizing my Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic 'Oh How I Hate Myself'.. Stay frosty everyone!