So far, we have these concepts:
-We can focus to "slow time, which makes it look like we do shit really fast"
-Concept of chakra that we can use like mana to do special shit.
-Combat like the matrix.

For a basic character concept:

Name: Fern

Race: Human

Age: 16

Clothes: Black jacket, black sunglasses, a white shirt with the Dragonforce logo on it, straight-legged bluejeans, and a cane.

Hair: He parts his hair in the front and his bangs hang down either side of his face, with his hair pulled into a tight ponytail in the back. It's black.

Eye color: White iris' (due to the acid blindness)

Focus stamina (how long they can focus for): Medium

Chakra stamina (how long they can focus chakra for): Near infinite

Chakra burst ability (how much chakra they can force out of their body at a given time): High

Items: Razor cell phone, portable satellite radio w/ car attachment, small pocket knife, spare keys to his brother's car, cane-katana.

Combat style (weapons included): Fern uses Aikido, but often switches to the "Soft Palm" style of Kung Fu. He carries a black cane that he uses as both a defensive and offensive weapon. He can pull a katana out of the cane.

Special abilities: Can channel his chakra near indefinitely to "see." Is able to force his energy into others bodies to cause harm or help. Kyle is a nasaly bitch. Can channel his chakra to use like a small blade at his fingertips, and even though it's not very useful as a weapon, he can force it to become larger at the cost of much more chakra.

Background: He's blind and uses that to his advantage. Fern has trained in combat from different teachers over his 16 years of life and hasn't found an opponent, except his brother, that he couldn't defeat. Although he's blind, he's not really blind, because through use of chakra he can see others chakra, or energy. Basically, a blue-ish outline of everything else since everything has chakra.. or something. You get the point.

Also, he's not gay. He's bisexual.

Name: Juno

Age: 16

Clothes: Long black trench coat, sunglasses, and a black beret

Eye color: Extremely dark red

Hair: Long, straight, and black

Focus Stamina: High

Chakra Stamina: Medium - enough to use techniques when he needs them

Chakra Burst Ability: Low

Items: Razor Cell Phone, vial of blood on a silver chain around my neck

Combat Style: CQC (im tactical as shit), and some kind of kung-fu... I know very little defensive stances, i'm all about offense, and i use my surroundings to take cover and hide. I have Dual Desert Eagles as my weapons.

Special Abilities: Draining the energy of an enemy by biting them, use chakra to blend in with the shadows, most of my chakra is used for stealth, and my focus is used to increase my reflex speed.

Background: I'm a vampire, so, ive been around for awhile. I used to be in the military, which is where i learned all my tactical skills. Ive got a haunted past, but i cant remember any of it. I'm working on putting the pieces together.

Juno and Fern are making their way through the slums of Las Vegas. They are making their way towards The Palms casino to make what they were told would be their final hit before they were finally accepted into the American Yakuza. It is about 9 PM, and the lights from the Strip can be seen off in the distance. As night sets in, the shadows wrap themselves around Juno. He is a vampire, and the shadows bend around him as a kind of natural camouflage, making him pretty much impossible to be seen, except for Fern with his heightened senses.
"I can't believe this is actually going to be our final hit" Juno whispered to Fern. The slums made him a bit uneasy, even though he knew he couldn't be seen.
"Yeah, i figured our hits would be a bit more challenging than this. Not that i'm complaining, i'd just like a bit of a challange" Fern whispered back.

They walked passed a dead end street where a group of thugs happened to be hanging out. Only seeing Fern, who to them appeared to be a blind man, they decided to start advancing on the pair.
"Hey! Blindy! Stop right there!" yelled one of the thugs to Fern. He stopped and turned around, and Juno crouched in the bushes further to the side of the road, realising he had yet to be seen. There were a total of 10 thugs.
"Hand over your wallet, punk, and maybe you won't get hurt."

"I'm sorry, I can't see.. is this a joke?"
"Fuck you, man, hand over yo' shit!"
"Hold on.. just let me pull out my wallet, an-" with that, Fern dropped his cane and grabbed for the closest thug, only to be overpowered and drawn into a choke hold. "FUCK YOU, MAN! GRAB HIS WALLET, GUYS!" the thug yelled to his cronies.

As a thug got in range to grab at his pocket, Fern hoisted himself up and delivered a fierce dropkick to the thug's chest, quickly twisted his body around, broke free of the chokehold and swept the holder with a mighty blow from his forearm. He followed the sweep up with a falling heel kick, breaking many of the thug's ribs. Fern rolled back, and stood in a low stance, waiting for the next move.

A black blur flew past him, and he knew it was him. Juno, his best friend and partner, landed on a man and latched himself onto his neck, drawing a quick burst of blood then swinging his head back, letting himself fall into a bloodlust. Juno rose, and looked at the seven other men with a blank yet deadly look in his eyes. Quicker than light, he rammed his knee into a thug, cracking his sternum, and letting him drop.

Juno laughed maniacally and looked at the other men, then back at Fern. The thugs were awestruck, and ran. In their frantic escape, Fern managed to hear one of them say "I'm calling the police!"

Juno wiped the blood from his mouth, licking his hand and around his lips. He had heard the man scream out his threat, and in one quick, clean move, unholstered his Desert Eagle, got his sight on the mans head, and put a bullet straight through the back of the mans skull. Even from the distance they were at, you could hear the mans bone being pierced by the hollow tip bullet.

"Well... You think we'll be getting any trouble from the rest of that gang any time soon?" Juno chuckled, reholstering the Desert Eagle.
"Not a chance" Fern said, picking up his cane and following Juno towards the Strip.

As they walked out in to the bright lights of Las Vegas, the shadows cloaking Juno seemed to vaporize. He wiped his trench coat free of blood with his hands. The Palms was visible at the southern end of the Strip, its sign glowing brighter than most of the others. As they got closer to The Palms, they cut off on a road to the right. Juno had suggested it would be a smarter move to approach from the back of the building, seeing as it was a more tactical thing to do then storming the front in their current attire.

They approached the back side of the casino, and began to make their way up the fire escape. About half way up they stopped for a breather. Juno slid out the old magazine from his Deagle and slid in a fresh one. He smashed it in to place with his palm.

"I'm never gonna stop loving that sound" Juno said, looking down off the side of the fire escape, then up towards the roof. The coast was clear for the moment.
"Shall we?"

"We shall. You go ahead and make your way through the ventilation system and wait above his office. Drop down when I tell you to drop down, got it?" "Yeah, bro. See you on the other side." The two shook the other's hand, then went their seperate ways.

Fern broke through a dark office window and crept inside. He watched the room to make sure no one was in there, then walked to the door. Fern unlocked the door and made his way into the hall. He grinned when he looked to the right and saw the name, "William Johnson" on the door. He strode down the hall, using his cane to 'guide' himself, and began to speak to the assistant. "Ma'am? Yes, i'm here with the 'Make-a-Wish Foundation' and was told that I could speak with Mr. Johnson?" he spoke quietly, and with slight coughs in between words. "Oh.. well, he wasn't expecting anyone but he surely isn't busy! You can go right in." "Thank you, ma'am. Have a blessed evening and may God bless you all!" he spoke with a false tear dropping down his face.

When he opened the door to the mark's office, he wiped the visine from his face and dried his hand. Clutching his caneblade with his left he opened the door quietly, to be greeted by William fucking a hooker. "Wh-what the fuck is going on here?!" "Oh, hi there Mr. Johnson. I'm from the make-a-wish foundation and wanted a word with you. As you can see, i'm blind, and-" Fern continued to speak, pretending he didn't see the old slut on Johnson's lap. She exited quietly while he spoke, biding his time for Juno to reach above his office. Johnson began to speak with quite a few stutters.

"Yes, my son, yes. Wh-what did y-you want to talk to me about?" "Well, I was just going to let you know that I am blind." "Yes, I know." "I wasn't finished. I am blind, yet I have seen more than you will ever be able to see. I can see through you, Mr. Johnson, I know who you are. You donated money to charities that didn't exist for what? Tax write-offs? Disgraceful."

"How do you.. you're blind!" "I saw your hooker, too, and I have good and bad new for you. The good news is you just got the clap," Fern laughed slightly at the absurdity of what he just said, "and the bad news is that you won't live long enough to enjoy it. JUNO!"

Fern's dark brother dropped from the ceiling, seemingly from nowhere, and gave William Johnson a quick whip with his pistol. The man fell over on his desk, and Fern strode up, grabbed a letter opener, and drove it through the blade through Johnson's neck.

"Don't suppose you feel like a quick drink, eh, bro?" Fern said with a smirk. "Nah, i'd rather not get any STDs on a Sunday." Juno replied, then the two laughed nervously. The blind boy opened the window in the man's office, looked down at the fourty story drop, then grinned at his friend. "Let's go." he said, and the two leaped.

Once the two landed, they began nonchalantly walking down the street toward the bus stop. Fern sat and Juno jumped on top of the bench, sitting on the headrest. They couldn't help but laugh after overhearing a conversation between a man and a police officer.

"There-there was this blind man, and he dropkicked my friend and then he-" "Yeah, yeah, save it for the judge, kid. And get off the acid."

The bus pulled up. It was the 12:00 AM Greyhound to Reno, Nevada. The bus had a scruffy looking driver with an eyepatch. The bus' doors opened with a "swissh," and the two entered. Before sitting down, Fern squatted down next to the bus driver and said the words, "I am protected." The driver nodded and reported the same thing over the CV radio.

"Juno, Boss Matsumoto should know that we succeeded in a few minutes. For now, though, let's just enjoy the bus ride back to Reno to meet with our contact."

"Well that's a plus. We might as well grab a drink when we get there after all, doesn't look like we'll have much better to do." Juno said. Fern nodded in agreement.

The bus pulled to a stop at about 1:45 AM in Reno. The two stepped off of the bus and watched it pull away. They walk a couple miles down the street to the closest town and head into the nearest bar.

"What'll you guys take?" the bartender inquired.
"Something strong for me" responded Juno, "I don't care what, just something strong. Better yet, just mix all of your strongest drinks together for me. That oughta do."
"Just a Coke for me" said Fern.
"You know, i'll never understand why you never took up drinking," Juno said, nudging Fern in the side.
"I'm blind, you asshole. You think i want my fucking liver to fail too?"
"Touche..."

The bartender handed them their drinks. Fern sipped on his Coke as Juno drank about half of his drink in one gulp.
"Mmm... The calming effects of alcohol." Juno mumbled as he drank. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small group of Japanese men sitting in one of the corners. They were obviously glaring in Juno and Ferns general direction, and Juno could tell immediately they were members of an opposing Yakuza clan. He waited for them to get up and approach. When they got close, Juno immediately turned around and threw the table behind him at them. It broke across 2 of the mens faces, but the other 4 managed to duck out of the way and drew their katanas. Fern, just now realizing what was going on, turned around in his seat, still just sitting and drinking his coke. The remaining 4 men charged at Juno, who quickly ducked out of the way, grabbing his drink and finishing it at the same time. He smashed the glass over one of the Yakuza mens heads, and watched him fall to the ground, noting that the fragments of glass were lodged significantly deep in the mans skull. He picked up the sword that was laying on the ground and made quick work of the other three, dodging and parrying swipes and making deep gashes in the chests of his opponents who fell to the floor. Tables were broken and glasses smashed all across the bar from the scale of the battle. Juno threw about $10,000 dollars down on the bar counter, staring at the awe-struck bartender.

"That oughta cover the costs of the damages." Juno said, and he and Fern walked out of the bar.

Fern contently sipped on his coke while walking out of the bar, and gave a swift kick to one of the Japanese men on the floor. His lips wrapped around the glass and sipped some more, then popped a piece of ice in his mouth. "So, who were those guys and how did they know of us?" Fern said. "No idea, but I have a feeling we should find our contact aye ess aye pee." "You know, it's just as easy to say "as soon as possible" and you don't sound like a tool."

"..Yeah, well, you're blind." Juno retorted brilliantly.

"Not really. I can still see, you know that, except I don't really understand why." "I don't know how either. You're not just acting blind, are you?" "Nope."

As the two walked down the biggest little city in the world's "strip," they came upon a begger wearing a Yakuza necklace. "You must be Contact Tojo, huh?" "That's me." "Then you must have heard of our success." Fern replied. "Yeah, I heard about it. Although i'm not impressed, Boss Matsumoto certainly is. I hear you can.. "see." Mind if we have a friendly duel so I can see that you're not just a gimmick?" "Sure." Fern responded, crunching ice and finishing off his soda. The contact led them inside a slummy looking building only to find a traditional Japanese sparring room.

Fern grinned and looked around the room, setting his soda glass down on the floor and removing his jacket. Tojo assumed a traditional kung-fu stance, waiting for Fern to get ready. Fern smiled in Tojo's direction and said the words, calmly and confidently, "I'm ready whenever you are, just come at me." Tojo stared at the blind boy sternly and charged, throwing a punch at Fern's face. Fern reacted, stepping to the side, grabbing the man's wrist and throwing an elbow into his jaw. Tojo stumbled, clearly not expecting the maneuver, and grinned wickedly.

Fern dropped into a soft palms stance and approached Tojo, sensing his every movement. Tojo smiled and rushed, this time throwing a roundhouse kick at Ferns head. Fern couldn't dodge in time, and instead had to block with his left hand and let Tojo stay in range. Fern, at this point, noticed Tojo start to slow slightly and took the advantage. He got within striking distance to Tojo, and aimed his attacks.

He let out a warcry, and threw his right arm with his index and middle fingers extended into Tojo's ribs, then his left into Tojo's other ribs, then again multiple times. After the volley of hits, Fern drew his right hand back, and threw a punch at his full strength into Tojo's sternum. Tojo recoiled harshly, hitting a wooden pillar with enough force that it cracked, though it didn't break all the way. Tojo laughed and dropped to a knee, then threw a piece of paper at Fern. With that action, the brothers knew it was time to leave.

"Bwagahaghahgahgahgahgahghaghgah" said Fern, happy at his pwnage victory. Juno laughed, and handed Fern a long piece of plastic-paper. "What the fuck is this?" said Fern, a wild look in his eye, horrified of the paper that felt like plastic. "Its a fucking plane ticket" Juno replied, hitting Fern with his ring hand which had no ring on it. "Now were going to the fucking airport, you can drive."