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43,702 | 1,197 | 17 | 853 | 75 | Valerie Mayern
As the school finally broke apart, her goomy returned to her, the woman crouching down to pet over it's slimy head and smile "Oh, you did very well, Smoothie," she praised him, the literal slimeball replying in turn with happy sounds and some jiggling, causing her to giggle gently as she stood up, wiping off her hand on a piece of cloth from her bag before she noticed Io having come out of the water, her smile still frozen on her face, strangely enough not seeming too warm despite the rather warm clothing in the tropic weather. In fact, she was completely dry, having remained on the beach, and out of the water attacks' way.
"Couldn't let you get yourself hurt. Or anyone else. Of course," she replied, bowing herself in a highly traditional manner, hands folded and near 90 degrees before she finally stood up straight again "But you did then jump to the sharks..." she added in a murmur, her smile making it hard to tell if it was worry or annoyance. | Valerie Mayern
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: At 6 feet blank she isn't dwarfed by many when standing straight. Her eyes noticeably purple, yet rarely ever seem focused, even when talking to someone, and her skin incredibly pale, an unhealthy shade of such even. Said skin is however mostly covered up in full, starting with a thick looking deep purple turtleneck and a long, equally purple skirt, ending in some neat, black frills almost to her ankles. Her hair is a thick mess of purple as well, which despite her best efforts never seem to stay combed proper and poofs up like a sponge in water shortly after her futile morning rituals, a bow with a Ghastly on the right side used to keep it out of her face, at the very least. Her feet are adorned by knee high socks and some plain dress shoes. She always looks either dazed, confused or simply gone, lest she concentrates.
Personality: Inherited the neurotic tendencies of her family, she's typically got a positive spin on things, even if they don't make sense sense. She's very prone to spacing out or otherwise not pay attention, unable to remember details well, but seemingly at random seem to notice or remember things she normally wouldn't. Incredibly naive and trusting, she's been taken advantage off a few times, but she didn't seem to mind for long. Prone to talking to the air and getting replies only she can hear. The air always seem just a little bit colder around her.
Hometown/Region: Lavere City, Kalos
History: The Mayern family have always been odd, though coming from Lavere, that was downstated some. From a young age, she took after her family, once ending up lost in the woods for a week or so before returning with her first pokemon, a Goomy. Usually, they come home with a dark or ghost type of some sort, but here she was with a slime of a dragon type. She still had the airy wibe around her most did when they got back, however. Her grades suffered, like most her kind after their first 'disappearance' but she went through fine. Life went by quietly enough for her until she had it in her she needed to leave, to Alola, specifically. And so she did, scraping together what money she had and what she could get from her family before heading off to get scammed shortly after arriving for most of her money. She's now stuck without much money or knowledge of the island, but still with a smile, she's somewhere new, after all.
Pokemon Team
Insert Image of Pokemon Here
Pokemon Nickname: Smoothie
Pokemon Species: Goomy
Gender: (♂)
Ability: Sap Sipper
Moveset:
Dragon Breath
Absorb
Protect
Rain Dance
Trivia:
Easily possesed.
Burns easily in the sun
Loves to cook.
Useless herbologist.
Has been held back one year in school |
43,703 | 1,198 | 0 | 802 | 420 | Watchpoint: Gibraltar was once an outpost teaming with heroes from around the world. During the golden era of Overwatch it stood as a strategic point on the Mediterranean. The bases' vibrant oranges, whites, and browns collided symbolically with nigh-golden rocks and ocean blue. Those days seemed but distant memories now. While the colors never changed, aside from the occasional rust, the inhabitants did.
A base that once saw regular traffic was now desolate; its only occupants a gorilla, scientist, named Winston and his computer program Athena. The constant flow of new heroes had halted entirely since Overwatch had disbanded. Gibraltar was a husk, a representation of what Overwatch had become, and a culmination of all of the failures of the organization. As rust had crept through every crack and crevice of the outpost so too had the overwhelming feeling of helplessness. Winston's powerful mind betrayed him as he seemed to cycle, ad infinitum, through every stage of grief.
Ultimately it would be around a decade of grief, and a constant barrage of new threats that made Winston decide that it was time that Overwatch returned to set things right. In the midst of a Second Omnic Crisis and Talon operating far more frequently, the world needed new heroes as well as old ones. Winston realized that not every former agent would be up to this, but he also knew that many heroes would once again answer the call.
Unfortunately, Reaper- formerly Gabriel Reyes- had managed to catch wind of Winston's mission to recall the agents of Overwatch. Through methods unknown to Winston, the mercenary managed to capture a prize he had long been seeking. Vital information that outlined a myriad of heroes' identities was leaked to Talon operatives. To protect other agents, both new and old, Winston re-instated the Blackwatch operative force. For now, the agents of Overwatch would operate covertly until they could restore the public image of years passed.
Today was the day that this journey for redemption and reformation began. The agents have been recalled to Watchpoint: Gilbratar in secret. Though our heroes are here for their own, respective reasons- they all are now the conduits for a resurgence that will change the world forever. | |
43,704 | 1,198 | 1 | 1,399 | 8,775 | Winston
Deep within the base of Watchpoint: Gilbratar, Winston had activated Recall just a few mere days ago. He is already quite restless, and in fact he has been more active then ever before, already completing the final retouching of the base. When he was hiding out here, it was a bit of a mess, with trash littered all over the place, like peanut butter caps being around 60% of the garbage lying around, having some mold trouble in the basement, along with other problems of course. But since he initiated Recall, the great ape was hard at work with getting the base fixed, with Athena guiding him through the process and instructing him on what he needed to do. Every day since was quite frantic for him, since he had instructed everyone to arrive for a secret meeting to meet at this particular date just three days ago. And he didn't have much time.
Regardless, the clock is on the verge of striking high noon as Winston finished dusting off some old electronics, followed by throwing out some old garbage out in the back. The watchpoint was already looking good as new, and he was proud of it.
"Excellent work, Winston." the voice of Athena compliments him, "I'm surprised you've been able to make the base look brand new in under three days. You've been doing more cardio workout compared to the last 46 days, 10 hours~"
"Indeed I have," Winston interrupts swiftly, not wanting to listen to Athena's speech again, "At long last I'll be able to work alongside my old Overwatch comrades again. It feels simply refreshing to get this rush of excitement once in awhile. Hmph... I don't even remember the last time I've felt this sensation..."
"Are you really certain that you want to do this?" Athena asks curiously, "And yes, while Reaper did invade the base just mere days ago, you do realize that~"
"I am absolutely positive Athena..." Winston interrupts again that ends in an annoyed sigh, "Besides, there's no turning back now. The world needs Overwatch again, even if it's deemed illegal. Plus, he has revealed the locations to who knows how many hero identities coming from it. I can't allow them to be captured, or worse. It's finally time to act."
The gorilla then heads upstairs via his trusty tire-elevator swing to the control monitor, checking the security cameras for anyone who answered the call.
"And I believe you told me that you're going to reinstall the Blackwatch operative as well?" the AI asks again.
"Yes," Winston responds, "And no, it won't be like the old Blackwatch initiative. This is simply to protect the identities of the heroes and one that we can use to operate in secret. It's only temporarily though. Once we can restore Overwatch's public image, we can disband it if it gets a little out of control."
"If it can get that far I suppose," Athena responds with some concern, "Regardless I have full faith in your abilities to succeed. It all rests on your shoulders now."
Winston sighs again at this realization. This was going to be one hell of a task to complete. If it succeeds, it can save the world, but if not, it will be disastrous. And who was the one who initiated Recall? He, Winston, a gorilla scientist who has pushed it off for long enough. Regardless, it's not like he's going to be alone. He'll have old comrades to fight alongside with, as well as perhaps some new recruits as well. All that can be done now, is simply wait for them to arrive...
And it seems like it didn't take too long for one to arrive...
"Soldier: 76"
The first person to arrive was a rather unexpected one to say the least. It was a man, a rather old looking man showing white hair, wearing a leather jacket containing red, white, blue, and black elements to it with the number 76 imprinted on the back, as well as holding a very familiar looking heavy pulse rifle, and wearing some kind of tactical visor. Winston inspected the individual from the front door camera. The man looked like the one that had raided the old Overwatch facilities in America, as well as being known in Dorado, Mexico. Soldier 76 was it? He always wondered who he was, but at the same time he has also sensed something oddly familiar about him. The man walks up to the door and knocks three times before noticing the camera and nodding at it.
"One second." says Winston to Athena as he quickly heads down to the main floor and presses a red button near the entrance of the facility.
The door slowly creeks upwards, inviting the bright hot Mediterranean sunlight in as it reveals the man known as Soldier 76, the light casting himself as a dark figure until the door completely opens all the way.
"Ah, welcome." he greets him in a friendly welcoming voice, "I take it you're that Soldier 76 guy from the news."
"Long time no see Winston." the man replies in an old but slightly raspy tone, "It's been awhile."
Wait... that voice. That voice sounded oddly familiar to the ape. Could he really be who he thinks he is? No no, it couldn't be. It couldn't be him right?
...Right?
Winston had an almost dumbfounded face as he inspects Soldier 76 carefully.
"U-Uhh," he stammers a bit as he points a big finger at him, "A-Are you who I think you are?"
Slowly, the soldier reaches for his tactical visor with his right hand, gripping it gingerly. Then, a wheez can be heard as the mask becomes loose, allowing him to slowly remove it from his face. What Winston saw next was downright shocking. Standing in front of him, was the identity of Soldier 76. It was the one and only...
"Commander Jack Morrison?!" Winston says surprisingly as his jaw dropped, "I-I don't believe it! I thought you were dead!"
"That's what everyone thinks," Morrison replies as he pats Winston on the back, receiving one himself from the ape, "But you know what they say, 'Old soldiers never die, and they don't fade away."
The man then walks inside as he inspects the newly refurbished Watchpoint: Gilbratar, breathing in the air from within.
"Looks like you've been keeping the base in prime shape," he congratulates Winston as he takes a seat on a couch, putting his pulse rifle beside him, "Lotta memories of this place... they weren't all bad."
All Winston did was chuckle at Morrison's statement, happy to see him alive and kicking. And the best part was, this was only the beginning. The beginning of what would be a new era in Overwatch history. | Canon Characters
"Soldier: 76"
Jack Morrison
Code Name:
Soldier 76
Real Name:
Jack Morrison
Age:
Unknown
Race:
Human
Nationality:
American
Personality:
Soldier: 76 displays a grouchy and serious demeanor, occasionally grumbling about his old age. He insults his opponents by saying that they've got a lot to learn and, according to himself, doesn't play by the same fighting rules that he used to. He's obsessed with bringing criminals to justice, even if it means taking extreme measures to hunt them down. Even though he initially saw no point in bringing back Overwatch to combat the Second Omnic Crisis, he really missed being able to fight alongside them and is still proud to fight alongside his teammates.
In spite of this behavior, Soldier: 76 is willing to protect the innocent, even at the cost of letting his adversaries get away. A prime example is when he shields a young girl, named Alejandra, from the explosion of a grenade rather than immediately chasing after the Los Muertos gang. He also seems to commend his team once in a while, as shown by his positive comparisons of Pharah to her mother.
Physical Appearance:
Soldier 76 has a height of 6'1" (1.85 meters) and his a rather fit, but decently, old man with white hair, cold blue eyes, and a scar running diagonally down his right eye.
Affiliations:
Overwatch
Brief History:
Jack Morrison grew up in rural Indiana. The young Morrison has been described in many different ways. He was a rambunctious youth. A humble, salt-of-the-earth farmer's son. But those asked all agree that Morrison was never destined to live out his days in the land of rolling plains and deep blue skies.
At eighteen, Morrison packed his bags and joined the military. He had planned to serve a brief stint in the armed forces and then return home to the family farm, but his work ethic and courage caught the eye of the military brass. Before long, he earned a coveted position in the government's controversial and still-classified (but widely acknowledged) "soldier enhancement program." Military scientists shaped Morrison and other inductees into the perfect soldiers, blessed with superhuman speed, strength, and agility.
Morrison and his fellow augmented soldiers would soon put their abilities to use with the advent of the Omnic Crisis. As governments tried and failed to neutralize the omnics, the United Nations was busy forming an international task force called Overwatch. This small, experimental group would bring together the best and brightest from around the world to wage asymmetrical warfare against the robots. Overwatch's short list of prospective agents included two members of the soldier enhancement program: Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, a senior officer. Reyes and Morrison became fast friends, despite their different backgrounds, and decided to join Overwatch together. Leadership of Overwatch fell to Reyes, but Morrison would have a greater impact on the group in the long term. He brought out the best in the people around him and helped mold Overwatch's diverse (and sometimes conflicting) agents into a cohesive fighting force. In unity, they found the strength to defeat the robots and end the Omnic Crisis.
The UN rewarded Morrison for his contributions by making him Overwatch's first official commander. Reyes was passed over in the process, and it created a rift between the two men that would lead to tragic consequences. After the Omnic Crisis, Overwatch experienced a meteoric rise in prominence. New funding and resources gave the now-public organization far-reaching global influence. The world celebrated Overwatch's agents as heroes, but none more so than Morrison. He became the face of Overwatch, a symbol of hope and promise, from the cobblestone streets of King's Row to the sweltering night markets of Bangkok. Morrison envisioned a bright new future for humanity. Under his leadership, Overwatch served as a global peacekeeping force and an engine for innovation, making advances in scientific fields as varied as space exploration and medical research. But even as Overwatch grew in power, Morrison stayed dedicated to the people around him. He trained new agents, instilling in them Overwatch's noble goals and ideals. At some point he was stationed at Watchpoint: Gibraltar.
It was not to last however. Decades after the Omnic Crisis, Overwatch was shaken by a series of allegations, and its agents became targets of derision for the media. Morrison did his best to hold Overwatch together, but he was facing an internal rebellion led by Reyes, whose motives were unknown, but remained bitter that Morrison had been given the position of Overwatch's commander, and the rift that had started there had grown ever since. One year before Overwatch's disbandment, Morrison and Reyes came to blows at Overwatch's Swiss HQ. At some point, their fighting triggered an explosion that destroyed the facility.
Morrison was supposedly buried at Arlington National Cemetery. Reinhardt Wilhelm, one of Overwatch's original members, spoke highly of him at his funeral. Statues of him continue to be frequented. In truth, however, Morrison's body was never recovered. He considered the blast the fault of his enemies, and reflected how they believed him dead. A truth, but in his mind, part of him did die that day.
Five years after the end of Overwatch, a series of attacks was made on financial institutions, shadowy corporations, and former Overwatch facilities, all carried out by an unidentified male called "Soldier: 76." in each case where he stole some Overwatch tech. This included Watchpoint: Grand Mesa, where he stole a pulse rifle. Helix Security International personnel attempted to engage him, but 76 escaped apprehension. None of the personnel were killed, though some were treated for non-threatening injuries. One of them stated (under conditions of anonymity) that the assailant possessed strength and speed beyond anything a normal person should possess, and that he likely had military training. The United States turned its attention to apprehending him, and indeed, Soldier: 76 became the target of an international manhunt.
In truth, Soldier: 76 was Jack Morrison. Thanks to his raids, Morrison was now equipped with an arsenal of cutting-edge technology. Here, he used it to wage his personal war to expose the truth behind Overwatch's collapse: to find those responsible, and bring them to justice.
When Winston initiated Operation: Recall, to call back the members of Overwatch, Soldier: 76 was hesitant to join at first. However, he decided to change his mind and ultimately rejoined his old comrades to fight evil terrorists once again.
Combat Role:
Offensive
Sub-class:
Assault
Abilities:
Helix Rockets: Tiny rockets spiral out of Soldier 76’s Pulse Rifle in a single burst. The rockets’ explosion damages enemies in a small radius.
Sprint: Whether he needs to evade a firefight or get back into one, Soldier 76 can rush ahead in a burst of speed. His sprint ends if he takes an action other than charging forward. He can not use any of his other abilities while sprinting.
Biotic Field: Soldier 76 plants a biotic emitter on the ground. Its energy projection restores health to 76 and any of his squadmates within the field. The field cannot be destroyed by enemies.
Heavy Pulse Rifle: Soldier: 76’s rifle remains particularly steady while unloading fully-automatic pulse fire.
Tactical Visor (Ultimate}: Soldier 76’s pinpoint targeting visor “locks” his aim on the threat closest to his crosshairs. If an enemy leaves his line of sight, Soldier 76 can quickly switch to another target. Using the ability also increases the reload speed of 76's Pulse Rifle while active.
Strengths:
Soldier 76 is the most well-rounded of the Assault heroes. He's able to deal both sustained and burst damage at any range, move quickly across the battlefield, and support both himself and his team through the use of Biotic Field. He will work well with most of the original team members, but mostly they include Reinhardt, Torbjörn, Pharah, and Mercy.
Weaknesses:
His downsides are a lack of any real specialization with his weapons or abilities, no vertical movement, and a less impactful Ultimate when compared to other Assault heroes.
Winston
Real Name:
Winston
Age:
29
Race:
Primate - Genetically Enhanced Gorilla
Nationality:
Horizon Moon Colony
Personality:
Winston is an awkward yet gentle giant, never wanting to inflict unnecessary harm on innocents and often stuttering whenever someone compliments him. He is a huge fan of Overwatch and really cares about its members to the point of calling them family. He also seems to have a love for peanut butter and bananas. Winston is rather smart when it comes to craftsmanship, as shown by his ability to create the chronal accelerator. He is even considered an intelligent scientist as well, and he hates being called a monkey.
Physical Appearance:
Winston is a genetically enhanced gorilla at a height of 2.2 meters (7.3 feet) with advanced armor that he uses for protection.
Affiliations:
Horizon moon Colony (Formerly)
Overwatch (Formerly; Currently)
Brief History:
The Horizon Lunar Colony was established as a first step for humanity's renewed exploration of space. Among its residents was a group of genetically enhanced gorillas that were intended to test the effects of prolonged habitation in space.
One gorilla displayed such rapid brain development from the gene therapy that he was taken under the wing of Dr. Harold Winston, who taught him science and inspired him with tales of human ingenuity. The young gorilla passed his days assisting with the scientists' experiments, watching the distant blue world outside his habitat window, dreaming of the endless possibilities that awaited him there.
But his life was thrown into chaos when the other gorillas led an uprising, killed the mission scientists, and claimed the colony for their own. Taking on the name of his beloved human caretaker, Winston built a makeshift rocket and escaped to Earth. There he found a new home with Overwatch, an organization that represented everything he had come to admire about humanity. Winston was finally able to live up to the heroic ideal that had been instilled in him. There, he became both a soldier and a scientist. His skill in combat led to him defeating Doomfist, and his craftsmanship helped him save the life of Tracer by building her chronal accelerator.
After the collapse of Overwatch, Winston and Athena retreated to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, from which he launched a satellite drone in the event that Overwatch would need to be recalled. He included with it a personal message to the former agents. At one point, Winston's lab at the Watchpoint was invaded by Reaper and several Talon agents. He was able to dispatch them, and afterwards decided to finally recall Overwatch agents to active duty.
Combat Role:
Tank
Sub-class:
Offensive Tank
Abilities:
Jump Pack: Assisted by his energy pack, Winston lunges through the air, dealing significant damage and staggering nearby enemies when he lands.
Barrier Projector: Winston’s barrier projector extends a bubble-shaped field that absorbs damage until it's destroyed. Allies protected by the barrier can return fire from within it.
Telsa Cannon: Winston’s weapon fires a short-range electric barrage for as long as he holds down the trigger.
Fists: Winston's fists can do a good deal of melee damage towards his opponent.
Primal Rage (Ultimate): Winston embraces his animal nature, significantly boosting his health and making him very difficult to kill, strengthening his melee attack, and allowing him to use his Jump Pack ability more frequently. While raging, Winston can only make melee and Jump Pack attacks.
Strengths:
Winston is one of the most mobile Tanks, capable of crossing vast distances in a single leap to bring the fight to his enemies. His Tesla Cannon, combined with the agility provided by his Jump Pack, makes him a persistent menace that can easily disrupt any enemy team through constant harassment and the power of his Primal Rage.
Weaknesses:
Much like Reinhardt, he is only capable of fighting at short range, and he is not nearly as consistently durable as the other Tanks.
OC Characters
Code Name:
"Creatrix"
Real Name:
UPC Advanced Engineering Robot Mk. 12
Age:
19
Race:
Omnic
Nationality:
Los Angeles, California - United States
Personality:
Creatix is a humble robot with a brilliant mind of creating things to help his allies in battle. He is incredibly intelligent, polite, and very mindful of his situation, being able to fix and create almost anything as long as he has the certain tools and parts for it. He's a good listener, while also being a good mentor to other future engineers. One thing he's really interested in currently is the anatomy and structure of the organic body, making him curious on how a bio-mechanical creation works. When not at work, Creatix usually relaxes and listens to classical music, and you can sometimes even hear him humming to some of his more favorite tracks. He also doesn't like to listen to those with rudeness or those who are simply not educated enough for him, which he can sometimes be a wisecrack to them, and he sometimes makes awkward jokes.
Physical Appearance:
Creatrix is a mechanical robot, coming in at a height of approximately 6 feet tall. His color scheme is mostly white and blue, with light neon blue being the color of his wiring. He also has a single blue eye on the right side of his head, a second one being non-existent to the opposite side. The metal that he is made of quite sturdy, but also surprisingly lightweight, enabling him to traverse quickly on all sorts of terrain. Creatrix is also commonly seen wearing a thin sports-mesh shirt, which also serves as minimal protection against incoming bullets, despite his metal exterior being able to deflect some bullets.
Affiliations:
Overwatch
Brief History:
The sentient robot we now know as “Creatrix” was created from within a Union Programming Corporation (UPC) facility in the blaring heat of Los Angeles, California. He was created simply as a omnic engineer, who was programmed to build new creations and create new technological marvels. Of course, he wasn’t the only one in the entire facility, as there were around 50 other omnics that he worked alongside with. Yet he seemed to have a bit of a bolt stuck in his head. While he worked fine for two months, he then seemed to be slacking in his jobs, often getting slower, sloppier, and lazier. No matter what tweaking one did to the robot’s mind, they just simply couldn’t find the problem. In fact, they were thinking that they would have to scrap him into parts if he didn’t find a way to self-repair his systems.
That would be ultimately be put to the test. During the War, the terrorist organization known as Talon, attacked the UPC base in Los Angeles in their attempt to stop the production of these engineering robots. Unfortunately, with their programing being assigned to constructing and engineering, the robots were helpless as they turned into scrap, and the humans into blood baths. Creatrix tried to assess the situation, when he was suddenly hit by a piece of exploded debris to his head. He momentarily shut down, as if a plug was pulled from his programing, and was renderedunconscious. However, he managed to wake up just a several seconds later, not as himself, but as a new robot being. It was like a new plug had inserted into his programing, one that was indeed better than before. With some newly acquired quick-thinking, he grabs two of the nearest weapons to him, those being the new prototype DIO-Photon Cannons, and began to fire at the terrorists. Eventually, he somehow managed to force them into retreat, but at a price of the UPC base to be completely destroyed.
Out of all the robots in that facility, Creatrix found himself to be the last to still be operational. The plans to make more had also ceased to exist, so the production could not go on. However, in their place, was the birth and the baptize of one of the most intelligent engineers of Overwatch. The name “Creatrix” was here to stay.
Once called into Overwatch, Creatrix’s new mind and lease on life made him able to create various gadgets that would help them win the war. It was also here where he created his own mobile turret module, who could self upgrade provided he gave it enough materials, as well as a portable battle dispenser. He would prove to be a valuable asset in the war, one that has saved a battle more than once, usually alongside big name heroes such as Torbjörn or Symmetra or simply by himself. However, when Overwatch disbanded, Creatrix was forced to go elsewhere. Having heard of a new UPC building being in Miami, Florida, the omnic found himself a new place to where he would work as a scientist and engineer for the next several years.
When the Overwatch were called back into action, Creatrix couldn’t ignore the invitation. Packing up his things, as well as his newfound knowledge, he goes back to help save the day once more.
Combat Role:
Defensive
Sub-class:
Builder
Abilities:
Build Sentry Turret: Creatrix constructs an enemy-seeking, mobile autocannon that locks onto incoming enemies and can be upgraded to three levels, enhancing its performance. Only one can be built at a time, which takes 130 scrap pieces to build, and 200 scrap pieces to upgrade. It has a range of up to ten meters on its own.
Build Health Dispenser: Creatrix constructs a dispenser that provides health packs for any friendly. Only one can be built at a time and takes 100 scrap pieces to build, and 200 scrap pieces to upgrade.
Direct Control: Creatrix can tap into the turret he has created and assume direct control over its function. Here, it has no range boundary and Creatrix can fire upon anyone at almost any range as long as he sees them.
Twin DIO-Photon Cannons: Creatrix can shoot streaks of plasma energy at an opponent. Can also switch it to become a gravity tool to place and fix his creations.
Scrap Collector (Passive): On the battlefield, Creatrix can pick up unwanted scrap to repair or build new turrets. He can carry precisely 200 pieces of metal at a time.
Shield Bubble (Ultimate): When under fire, Creatrix can throw a small device that once on the ground can issue a shield bubble covering 12 feet in both diameter and 8 feet in height for 20 seconds. All enemy weaponry cannot penetrate through the shield, including bombs, but the enemy can still walk right through it. Friendlies can fire from within the shield, but Creatrix cannot use his "Direct Control" ability on his turret.
Strengths:
Creatrix is a highly intelligent omnic that uses his programing in building creations and strategical calculations to help win the battle at hand. His turret can soak up a good deal of damage, as well as dishing out impressive firepower in the process. He can be considered a combination of both Torbjörn and Symmetra, while be similar when it comes to upgrading his turrets and collecting scrap from the former, his style however being more relating towards the latter, as well as having a dispenser as a support unit like her teleporter. He otherwise works well with other defensive players.
Weaknesses:
Creatrix must rely on his creations to help him in battle. Despite his turret being quite strong against enemy forces, it does have a limited range of ten meters when not using "Direct Control". Further more, while the DIO-Photon cannons can issue some decent damage against enemy forces, they're otherwise rather weak in firepower. High-defense tank units, units partnered with healers, and snipers from a very far distance are good counters against Creatrix.
Extra Info:
D-289 Mobile Sentry Turret: A mobile turret Creatrix can create that rapid fires on the enemy. Level 2 adds another barrel on top, a 10% mobility boost, and a 15% reload time boost. Level 3 adds a third gun, allowing the turret to fire a bigger energy blast, with a 15% mobility boost and an additional 20% reload time boost. When fully upgraded, its mobility stat is up by 25%, and the reload being up by 30%.
Creatrix's voice would sound much like VEGA from Doom 2016.
"Rappy"
Novaraptor
Code Name:
"Rappy"
Real Name:
Novaraptor
Age:
26
Race:
Novaraptor ipsumius
Nationality:
Horizon Lunar Colony
Personality:
Rappy is an intelligent and hot-tempered Raptor that has a slight affinity for gun weaponry. He can be friendly and outgoing in times of peace, as well as possibly mess around with some of his fellow mates, but then become serious and focused during battle or other no-nonsense situations. He tends to be a little aggressive at times, often talking smack to those he doesn't like and occasionally tries to slash their faces, depending on what they've done to piss him off. Rappy can also be sneaky when scouting deep into enemy territory and loves to unleash an ambush on the enemy forces, for he also has absolutely no fear of almost anything and anyone. He also despises Talon with a vengeful fury, all after what they did to him those years back...
Physical Appearance:
Rappy stands at 5'3" and is 20 feet (7 meters) long from tip to tail. His usual color is a very dark crimson color on his back, which transitions to being more brown on the sides, ultimately becoming white under his belly. He has six black feathers at the back of his head which can also determine how Rappy feels (straight means he's normal, standing up means he's happy or angry, and drooping down means he's sad or intimidated). He also has three sharp claws on both his hands, which still allow him to pick up weapons, as well as three on his feet, with one being a sickle claw on each. His red-n-black armor is also custom fitted to fit with his body, however he cannot take it off as it stays permanently to his body like Winston's.
Affiliations:
Horizon Lunar Colony (Formerly)
Talon (Formerly)
Overwatch (Formerly & Currently)
Brief History:
The Horizon Lunar Colony was a space colony intended to serve as a launching point for humanity's next step in space exploration. In an effort to study the effects of long-term living in space, the station housed a number of genetically enhanced gorillas, as well as other creatures onboard as well. Despite the majority of the genetic animals being the great apes, there were some that weren't an ape. Hell, some weren't even mammals in the first place... let alone extinct. One of these creatures was the first revived dinosaur to be ever genetically created. This was a Novaraptor named Rappy.
As a hatchling, he was taken great care by the scientists onboard the facility and basically grew up with them. He also made some friends with the gorillas onboard the base, including a very specific one named Winston. In fact, out of all the gorillas, the two has a pretty good bond for one another, both being overshadowed by their original owners. However, during the Gorilla uprising of the HLC, Rappy and the other scientists were forced to escape the station. While most of the scientists were killed, some of those working with Rappy took them to their space rocket and simply flew back to Earth.
Despite safely leaving the moon base, the landing on Earth couldn't be said the same. While approaching the atmosphere, one of the wings broke off from the ship, making the pilot loose control and crash into a densely packed forest in Africa. Everyone but Rappy was killed during impact. The raptor was able to survive the crash but was now alone in what to him was an entirely new world. For years he traversed the continent of Africa, keeping himself mostly out of sight and trying to keep himself alive, until eventually being found by the Talon terrorist organization. This terrorist organization kidnapped poor Rappy and tried to make him part of their group. Threatened by death, he was forced to accept being with them and was brainwashed into serving them.
For the next few years, Rappy was forced to work for Talon and to fight Overwatch. Despite being mind controlled, he still had his own mind still in tact and tired to escape the brainwashing that the terrorists forcibly bestowed on him. He even tried getting the brainwashed chip out of his head, but was unfortunately unable to do so as any attempt in doing so would simply shock him. However, all would begin to change on that one day where he was on a mission at Watchpoint Gibraltar. It was there that he finally met back with Winston, that old childhood friend he had back on the moon base. It was there were Rappy's memories began to fluctuate, as if the memory of him was trying to refuse the brainwashed chip from controlling him, only to be met with agonizing shocks of electricity. At first, the two fought against one another, until Rappy begged in agony, that Winston should remove the chip from his head. Despite the raptor furiously fighting back against his own will, the gorilla agent was successful in removing the chip from his old friend's head and finally released from this brainwashed torture.
Rappy gratefully thanked Winston for his help and soon after joined Overwatch. Unfortunately, despite seeing some action, that too wasn't to last, as soon enough Overwatch was disbanded. This forced Rappy to hide in the wilderness once again, trying to stop any crime wherever and whenever it happened, as well as assassinating any Talon operatives he could find, making himself quite a target for them. As the years passed by however, he eventually received the Recall from Winston and Overwatch, allowing Rappy to finally get back with the program he so rightfully deserved.
Combat Role:
Offense
Sub-class:
Scout | Flanker
Abilities:
Double-Jump: Rappy can double jump using two launchers, each on his leg armor, that allows him to reach higher places.
Stealth Mine: Rappy can drop a stealth mine that detonates if an enemy steps on it. Usually used in tight corridors or in sneaky locations. He can drop three active ones at a time.
DG-93 Burst Rifle (Primary Attack): The DG-93 seeker rifle can fire four rapid shots per trigger.
Bite (Secondary Attack): In close combat situations, if Rappy gets close to an opponent, he can also bite them, causing some damage to them.
Wall Climb (Passive): Rappy can wall climb on walls, both vertically or horizontally, and can latch onto said wall.
Killswitch (Ultimate): Rappy's eyes glow yellow as he locks on to his next victim. If he can lock on to his prey for three seconds, he'll instantly run super quickly towards his opponent, latch onto it, slash and gnaw it, and take off 90% - 100% of the enemy's health, while also regenerating most of his health in the process. While searching for his opponent, he has ten seconds to find and lock onto it, and if he fails, it simply doesn't do anything but heal him up by 50%.
Strengths:
Rappy is a very fast unit that can maneuver very quickly and strike pretty hard whether it's with his guns or claws. He's also quite stealthy, with his smaller body being able to hide pretty well and ambush when the time is right, as well as being a good distractor against the enemy. With his double-jump, Rappy can also hop onto places where no normal human would be able too.
Weaknesses:
Despite the armor, Rappy isn't the strongest unit, and can be picked off fairly easy by heavy fire or simply a well placed shot to the head or any exposed skin. |
43,705 | 1,198 | 2 | 2,541 | 1,608 | Reinhardt & Puppetmaster
"'Weren't all bad'? Hah! This was our banquet hall, where we would drink and sing and revel in the glories of battle! You should show it a little more respect, Jack! We may be getting old, but I know you haven't forgotten just yet."
The hulking frame of Reinhardt Wilhelm squeezed itself through the front door, clad head-to-toe in his familiar Crusader armor. The 3m tall exoskeleton gleamed like polished steel. Little did they know, Reinhardt had spent the last three days buffing out all the scratches especially for this occasion. If this was to be his triumphant return, he wanted to look good for it.
Once he was inside, he lifted his helmet, revealing his rugged beard, his battle-scarred face, and a smile wider than any ocean. Setting aside his lordly helm, he rushed forward and embraced his former comrades in greeting, wrapping one enormous arm around Commander Morrison and Winston each.
"It is good to be home," he said. "Now, enough with the pleasantries. Let's get this party started! I brought plenty of beer and currywurst for everyone! Brigitte! Did you bring the cooler like I asked?"
A grunting noise could be heard from outside. Slowly a young girl dressed in mechanic's clothes appeared dragging a locker-sized cooler that was presumably stuffed with cheese and frozen meat. She dropped it as soon as it was within reach of the front door, groaning. Reinhardt raised a bushy eyebrow.
"And the keg?"
Another set of grunts followed his question as a rather short and skinny lad from the 'States appeared behind Brigitte, himself dragging an old-fashioned wooden keg from Stuttgart, Germany. Steins hung off him and were stuffed in every conceivable pocket and sleeve of his red hoodie like a walking Oktoberfest, mugs enough for everyone.
He let go of the keg by the meat locker, panting and dropping to the ground. Clearly he didn't exercise very often.
"Is... is that all, Mr. Reinhardt sir?" he asked, huffing.
"Yes, you did wonderfully my boy! Now come, have a drink with us while we tell stories about the old times!"
"I don't think I can legally... oh forget it," the boy said, lying down on his back. | OC Characters
PUPPETMASTER
Personal
Code Name:
Puppetmaster
Real Name:
Marcus Miles
Age:
19
Race:
Human
Nationality:
America (fuck yeah)
Personality:
Shy and reserved, Marcus is the kind of guy you usually won't find throwing himself into social situations. He's friendly enough when approached but makes little to no effort to go out of his way to talk to people except on extremely rare occasions. He seems to spend most of his time alone and claims he works best on his own, which is reflected in his choices in videogames (single-player focus over competitive multiplayer). Whether he really dislikes being around people or is just too shy to intitiate is really up for debate. He joined Overwatch out of a desire to conquer this fear and be a part of something bigger, of a team. Being a designer of robots, Marcus isn't necessarily prejudiced against Omnics like some people *coughTorbjorncough* but he has a difficult time thinking of them as human and dissociating them from the mindless machines he creates and works with. He has a massive crush on Night Rose.
Affiliations:
United States Armed Forces
Overwatch
Brief History:
Recruited out of college at MIT for his skills in robotics, Marcus was asked by the US military to help create and design a more foolproof next generation of autonomous machines, ones that wouldn't display the problems evident with the Omnics (namely that pesky free will). Becoming a pilot and designer of drones, Marcus spent most of his time inbetween school, work, and playing videogames for quite a while before he heard the news floating down from his bosses. Overwatch had been recalled. Like many children growing up after the Omnic Crisis, Marcus idolized the group, and decided to join if he could (even if it was illegal at the time). He was accepted into the organization quickly, dealing mostly with (you guessed it) Omnic-related affairs. It's only recently he's requested to become a field agent. I wonder why?
Combat Role:
Support
Sub-class:
Builder
Combat
Abilities:
Call Drone: Marcus calls a new drone to bolster his forces or replace one that's been destroyed. Each drone destroyed has a 3 second cooldown. He can have up to 6 drones deployed.
Manual Piloting: Marcus takes a seat and devotes his full attention to manually piloting his drones on his holotop. This leaves him vulnerable and immobile but gives him a range of about 500m and allows him to maneuver multiple drones independently to perform separate tasks.
Take Point: Marcus orders one of his drones to either defend or deliver a small supply drop of armor and shields to a teammate, causing it to leave his company and be assigned to someone else.
Primary Fire:
Automatic Smart-Fire
Secondary Fire:
Lock-On
Passive:
Toggle Offense/Defense
Ultimate:
murder.exe: Detonates all active drones. Drones do weak to medium damage individually, but 3 or more can demolish a tank and all 6 can clear a capture point.
Strengths: Long distance engagements, supporting the team from behind the frontline
Weaknesses: Direct confrontation (low health and minimal shielding makes him about as squishy as Zenyatta)
Canon Characters
REINHARDT
"Woohoo! New high score!"
"Ughh.. Scheiße! This is killing my shoulders!"
Personal
Code Name:
Reinhardt
Real Name:
Reinhardt Wilhelm
Age:
61
Race:
Human
Nationality:
German
Personality:
Reinhardt Wilhelm styles himself as a champion of a bygone age, who lives by the knightly codes of valor, justice, and courage. Possessing a boisterous personality and an "active imagination," he enjoys eating currywurst, and is a fan of David Hasselhoff's music. He loves children, including the younger team members like D.va and Lucio, and is always the heart of any group he's a part of, providing moral support and a pillar of rock-hard solidarity and muscle. Secretly crushes on Ana and is a closet D.va fanboy.
Affiliations:
Overwatch
Brief History:
Over thirty years ago, Overwatch was founded to counter the threat of the robot uprisings around the world. Reinhardt, a highly decorated German soldier, was inducted as part of the original Overwatch strike team that put an end to the Omnic Crisis. After the conflict's resolution, Overwatch grew into a global institution, keeping the peace in a war-torn world. Reinhardt proved himself to be one of its most stalwart champions.
Reinhardt's unique ethics and larger-than-life persona earned the admiration of his peers and superiors alike. Never afraid to speak his mind, he was Overwatch's most vocal supporter and, when necessary, its harshest critic, providing a constant reminder that Overwatch was meant to be a force for good. He got on well with Torbjörn(who maintained his armor). At some point he was stationed at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, where he got a tan.
Having served into his late fifties, Reinhardt was faced with mandatory retirement from combat operations. Despondent about being removed from active duty, Reinhardt feared that his days of purpose and glory had ended. As times grew darker and Overwatch came under suspicion of corruption and sedition, Reinhardt could only watch as the cause he had dedicated his life to defending surrendered in disgrace.
One year prior to its disbandanment, Overwatch's Swiss headquarters was destroyed, apparently killing Jack Morrison in the blast. Reinhardt spoke fondly of his former commander at his memorial service. When the recall was announced nearly six years later, Reinhardt was located in southwestern Greenland, and immediately rushed back to join his comrades and old friends once again at the Watchpoint.
Combat Role:
Tank
Sub-class:
Defensive Tank
Combat
Abilities:
Charge: Reinhardt charges forth in a straight line, grabbing hold of enemies in his path. If he collides with a wall, foes he’s carrying suffer extreme damage.
Firestrike: By whipping his Rocket Hammer forward, Reinhardt slings a flaming projectile which pierces and damages any enemies it touches.
Primary Fire:
Rocket Hammer
Secondary Fire:
Barrier Field
Passive:
Flex
Ultimate:
Earthshatter: Reinhardt forcefully slams his rocket hammer into the ground, knocking down and damaging all enemies in front of him.
Strengths:
1v1 fights, making pushes, guarding teammates/objectives with his mighty shield, smashing the absolute shit out of anything stupid enough to get in range of his Rocket Hammer
Weaknesses: Beam weapons, melee weapons, old age, the Hoff |
43,706 | 1,198 | 3 | 2,777 | 4,129 | Alexander "Smoke" Wright
Smoke strolled leisurely through the old halls of legendary Gibraltr, a facility of infamy among the hero world, and long time symbol of strength for Overwatch. The rust creeped up on this place like mold and sicked him to his core. How had things been allowed to decay to such a point when the world was crumbling all about them. The world might not need heroes but it needed someone willing to fight for the sake of peace and unity, not cower in the fear of a shadow too big to contain anymore. People needed help. It was obvious. If that meant being a criminal to the eyes of the governments meant to 'protect' those very people then so be it.
Alex was used to being called things like that.
Others had come to the watchpoint in secret, same as him, and even now they were starting to gather. Smoke watched it all from a steady distance. More interested in taking in the view of the sea than whatever this new issue needed. Smoke didn't care much about the people here, he cared about the next mission and how he would fit in. Until the greetings died down he would continue to watch from a distance and simply observe the sea. | Potentially wrong
Code Name: Smoke
Real Name: Alexander Wright
Age: 36
Race: Human
Nationality: Canadian
Personality: A mixture of cold hearted monster and some sort of huggable plush toy with silly voice lines added into the stuffing, Alex comes across as unprofessional and unreliable until you see the freak in the thick of it. Cunning and ruthless he is driven by a loneliness he chooses not to express. Surrounded by heroes and villains, he strives to be himself instead of the persona he is often labeled with.
A loner. A stalker. Obsessed with Jams and Jellies. Faceless monster. Face of a monster. Alex couldn't give a shit what some moron thinks of him on or off the field of combat. Second thoughts, he believes, will get you killed every time.
When the moment to strike comes you can bet he'll go for gold.
Physical Appearance: Alexander stands at 5'6'', limber and slim of build, and coated head to toe in clothing. Not a single inch of flesh can be seen beneath his thick clothes and face mask. The mask itself is similar to the recon visor of one infamous talon sniper, but does not have nearly the same quality to its design. Only at close to 5 feet can he see the heat signatures of friend and foe which, to his thinking, is a preferred when in the thick of his smog.
His gloves are a highly resistant type of plastic. Similar slabs of thick plastic are spread evenly on key points of his chest, arms, shoulders, back, things, and legs. A shot to the knee will incapacitate him, as it is unprotected, but a bullet to the chest is just a painful annoyance.
His weapons of choice are smoke canisters, a smoke maker on his back (vents out of his coat rapidly) and his sword and pistol.
Comes with silencer and spare cartridge of explosive rounds
Affiliations: None (Think Roadhog / Junkrat)
Brief History: Born and raised in the yukon territories there wasn't a whole lot to say. Life was simple, people were friendly, and the bugs were big. Boys grew up to be men and girls grew up to be women. What that meant exactly you couldn't say but it was enough to know that the kids grew up with the skills to succeed.
Alexander was born to a retired military officer and a former mistress of espionage who dropped off the map to raise their child in peace. Alex was brought up simple and taught simple. But the war continues even if you leave it, and Alex watched it all. His parents taught him a great deal of their lives, choosing not to keep it a secret from their son, and taught him a great deal of their knowledge ranging from how to shoot a gun to how to hide in the shadows.
On his 18th birthday Alex enrolled in the military. At 25 he came a mercenary. At 28 he was a spy overseas for Talon. At 29 he was declared dead via friendly fire. Two weeks later he was back in the field as a mercenary with nobody the wiser. Preferring not to be too talkative, Alex was considered a loner and subsequently forgotten. At the age of 36 he remains a mercenary of sorts and fights with the remnants of the former Overwatch to prevent more disasters as a backline infiltrator. Equipped with new experimental tech, and a thirst for combat, he returns to the relative spotlight to continue the family tradition.
Combat Role: (Offense, Defense, Tank, Support)
Sub-class: (Builder, Flanker, Sniper, Healer, Offensive Tank, Defensive Tank)
Abilities:
Ability 1: Tactical camouflage - Smoke uses a visual disruption field on his belt to obscure his form at great distances but is less effective when approaching another person.
Ability 2: Smokescreen - Smoke releases a stream of thick smoke as he moves, creating a large screen that further obscures the movements of anyone caught in it.
Ability 3: Explosive rounds - Changes the bullets in his sidearm from silent precise shots to exploding rounds
Primary Fire: Rapier slash and stab
Secondary Fire: Silenced pistol
Passive: Nimble fighter - Can quickly scale walls
Ultimate: Calamity - Smoke brings his tactical camouflage belt and smokescreen to peak performance levels, rendering him all but invisible while spewing out thick black smoke, preventing enemies from seeing out of the screen. Enemies caught in the cloud are visible to Smoke.
Strengths: Smoke excels at flanking the enemy team thanks to tactical camouflage, skirting the fight before coming up from behind with his silenced pistol, taking down primary targets or forcing them to flee until he reveals himself. In Mid ranged combat and close combat, Alexander makes use of his explosive shots and his saber to quickly finish off a foe before retreating back to a safe distance to attack again.
Weaknesses: Alexander lacks greatly in defending positions for long, relying on his camouflage and smoke to see him out of the area. If forced to defend a point for too long he will be a sitting duck for a coordinated attack. Despite smokescreens obvious advantage of limiting sight, it does not hide him from widowmakers infra-red sight or opponents like Hanzo who mark targets easily at a distance. Once caught in the open Alexander is an easy target, lacking any real defensive moves. |
43,707 | 1,198 | 4 | 1,645 | 768 | Nemo.
Honestly Rahul hadn’t been too sure what to expect for the group’s reunion. He’d been mulling over the possible scenarios in his head for the past couple of days as the Nautilus made its way to Gibraltar. Most of which seemed rather sombre, with Rahul picturing the meeting to be one of reflection and remembrance of the ones that they had to leave behind in the field. He’d even imagined it being simply one of business; essentially a regular briefing like from the days of old. What he hadn’t pictured however was his old teammates returning with barrels of alcohol!
“Maybe save some for after the war, eh Wilhelm?” Captain Nemo joked charismatically, as he approached his old friend, holding out his hand in front of him for him to shake. "Good to see you, old friend!"
The captain was currently wearing his usual uniform, which largely resembled that which he had warn in his previous years during Overwatch. Unlike Reinhardt, Rahul tended not to wear his suit unless it was absolutely necessary. It was an experimental prototype after all, and he did not want to accidentally incapacitate it before even going into combat. While he’d probably be able to fend for himself if that happened, he would be of absolutely no use to his team, which was the most crucial thing.
Instead, various members of his crew had arrived at the Watchpoint alongside him, dragging along a huge storage container containing everything he would need. As well as that, they were helping to refurbish the outpost with more weaponry and security, at the personal request of Winston himself.
Rahul was about to approach the scientist himself to inform him that his men were in position, when he caught sight of the man relaxing on the couch. Seeing Morrison wearing that ridiculous costume finally confirmed the theories Nemo had been conducting in his head ever since his sources had first spotted the vigilante, Soldier 76. As such, the revelation wasn’t all too much of a surprise, so instead of opening his mouth in disbelief, he simply let out a laugh.
“Hah! I knew that had to be you Morrison!” He jested, all the while taking in the all so familiar surroundings around him. “I must ask though, what’s with your newfound love of the number 76? Your lucky number perhaps?” | Except bulkier and more futuristic
Code Name:
(Captain) Nemo
Real Name:
Captain Rahul Nemorajan
Age:
41
Race:
Human
Nationality:
Indian
Personality:
A man of immense courage, Rahul Nemorajan is devoted to helping his friends, teammates, and generally those suffering from the hands of oppressors. As such he’s rarely one to back down from a fight. He is a terrific leader proven by his ability to captain a crew as large as that of the Nautilus, with him being known to be able to inspire those working for him. Also, though he is short-tempered, he rarely expresses his anger, not letting his emotions control him. Rahul is extremely determined in everything he does, striving to improve both his body and mind constantly. As a result, he regularly partakes in strenuous physical exercise, as well as spending his spare time reading literature.
Physical Appearance:
A tall, powerful man with a commanding presence, Rahul has a lean yet muscular figure. Atop his head is a mass of curled charcoal hair, reaching just above his shoulders. His chin is warmed by a rugged mess of a beard, with its colour mirroring the rest of his hair, save for small patches of grey. This gives himself the appearance of a man shaped by the sea, shown as well through his rough face and his scarred body. His eyes however tell a different story, reflecting not the life an old grouchy captain, instead holding in a sense of adventure and wisdom.
Affiliations:
The Indian Navy, Overwatch, The Nautilus
Brief History:
It was his parent’s efforts during the original Omnic Crisis that initially inspired Rahul to join the Indian Navy. Due to both of his parents being on active duty during his birth, he ended up spending the first few of his formative years on the water, which allowed him to develop a love for the sea. This love continued even when he returned to India, with him insisting on going out fishing in the family boat whenever he could. As such, he signed up with the Navy as soon as he could. Many years later, just after reaching the rank of Captain, his efforts reached the ears of Overwatch, and they were impressed.
It was on his very first day alongside the peacekeeping force that he met the gorilla that would become one of his oldest friends. With Winston having just finished reading Verne’s novel "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", upon hearing Rahul’s name, he instantly pointed out their similarities, jokingly referring to the man as Captain Nemo. Intrigued, he too read the novel over the next few days and promptly became inspired, just like when he wished to join the Navy all those years ago. The nickname soon stuck, with it becoming his moniker once he became a field agent.
Nemo and Winston grew close over the years, bonding over both their love for literature and their love for science. It was through this that they decided to begin work on a new mobile headquarters for Overwatch; inspired by ship owned by the original Captain Nemo, it would be a vast vessel with submarine capabilities. The project was huge, taking a couple of years before the construction itself even started. Unfortunately once the ship neared completion, things weren’t looking good for Overwatch. The group came under investigation from the UN, prompting the two to put work on hold until things cleared out.
Things never did, with Overwatch disbanding and the Petras Act deeming any Overwatch activity illegal, and liable to prosecution. Nevertheless, Rahul knew he could just give up. Calling in a series of old associates he had met during his time on the team, he resumed construction of the ship, determined to continue fighting the good fight. Upon completion, he hired a crew, amassing people from all around the globe. Christening the ship the Nautilus, his life began anew.
His new life was one of adventure and exploration, with Captain Nemo spending his time as captain of the Nautilus exploring the deepest depths of oceans, stopping illegal fishing vessels, as well as even assisting in the Second Omnic Crisis. His efforts against those damaging the oceans earn Nemo quite a reputation amongst the surface world, with many deeming him a hero, while others accuse him of breaking maritime law through his acts of sinking illegal vessels.
When the call came from his old friend, Nemo gladly answered it, deciding that now would be the perfect chance to test the full capabilities of his new enhanced diving suit.
Combat Role:
Tank
Sub-class: (Builder, Flanker, Sniper, Healer, Offensive Tank, Defensive Tank)
Defensive Tank
Abilities:
Plasma Jets: Nemo activates his thrusters, launching himself forwards into the air a couple of metres. He stuns nearby enemies upon landing for 0.5 seconds. Jets had previously been used in order to navigate underwater.
Hook, Line, Sinker: Nemo equips a chain to the next harpoon he fires. If the harpoon hits an enemy, it will pull that enemy back to Nemo, as well as temporarily stunning them for a brief period of time.
Harpoon Gun (Primary Fire) Slow firing, but extremely powerful, Nemo can only fire a single harpoon before reloading. The harpoon has a serious knock-back, with it temporarily pinning enemies to terrain if they are close to it.
Excavator Drill (Secondary Fire):Nemo's excavator drill activates, severely damaging any enemies directly in front of him.
Pressures of a Captain (Ultimate): Nemo stomps his foot onto the ground, deploying a small magnetic-field that simulates deep sea pressure. The field is in the shape of a sphere centered around Nemo, which moves with him, lasting 8 seconds. Within the magnetic-field, movement speed is slowed drastically, with enemy heroes being unable to jump or generally use any movement abilities.
Strengths:
While one of his greatest strengths would probably be aquatic combat, Nemo is also great tactician and leader. He has various means of pinning down enemies, using both his various harpoons (either pinning opponents to walls or pulling them towards him), as well as his magnetic-field, which allows for him to more easily land hits on enemies, stop them from attacking, or merely scatter them.
Weaknesses:
Due to the bulky nature of the suit, his movement speed is quite slow, meaning that fast moving targets can easily evade him on attack him from the rear. As such, without the stunning capabilities of both his harpoon and magnetic-field, he wouldn't be able to easily hit or stop his enemies. |
43,708 | 1,199 | 0 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Little paws hit the concrete rooftop and ran across it at the speed only a cat can achieve. Behind the small, brown tabby cat ran a platoon of guards, the ruckus caused by the clamour of their armour woke the whole town and men and women alike were joining the mob. Dogs started barking in the distance, yet the cat sprinted on. Leaping from roof top to roof top the little cat knew exactly where she was going and was getting there perhaps faster than needed. Another leap approached 1 stride-2 stride-3 strides and leap. The little cat flew through the warm night air, and missed. Her front claws had connected with rooftop and she used those to cling on for her dear life. She struggled not to cry out. Pulling with her front legs and scratching with her back legs to find something to push her up, she slipped downwards and with a yowl and a dangerous gamble she brought her back leg up, it connected and she pushed, leaping onto the rooftop. The mob was near now. Not stopping to look she set off again with a flick of her tail, at a dead sprint.
If this was not unusual, the scroll in the cat's mouth certainly made it unusual. Even in a place as magical as the country of Emanseria. The mob was yelling "Burn the witch!" "Daemon!" and "Be gone Satan!" for one of the guards had walked in on Ada while she was working, meaning she had to make an unfortunate and hurried exit. She did close the door, it's not her fault the guard did not knock.
The dull thud of hoofbeats in the distance attracted the cat's attention and she turned towards it. A couple of houses on she stopped on a building over looking a main street. Down the main street trotted a bulky black and white horse pulling a green wagon. Street lamps lit the cobble street with warm orange light, chasing the dark away temporarily. The horse did not spook at the shadows from the swinging lanterns hanging on either side of the gypsy wagon's driver seat. In the drivers seat sat a hooded figure with the door behind it, into the wagon wide open.
The little cat crouched, as if to pounce, her bum high in the air as she watched the wagon approach. As it neared her tail swished and she prepared to jump, she waited until she would land on the circular roof of the wagon before she jumped, she nearly slipped off the other side, but she made it. Then she trotted towards the driver and jumped down into the wagon. With a clink she banged the door shut.
A moment later the mob stopped the wagon "Excuse me, have you seen a witch? She is in the form of a small brown cat and is carrying a document?" One of the guards asked the driver. He saw the two white ears poking out from under cloak and thinking it belonged to an elf dismissed the wagon. The mob which waited in patient silence then started their calls again. Many were carrying burning torches and other were carrying all kinds of weapons: pitchforks, spades, axes, swords and cross bows. The figure under the cloak wondered why they didn't shoot the cat with the cross bow. But then again, villagers were never the most intelligent.
The horse lurched forward into a trot again, his heavy hooves hitting the ground with dull thuds. The wagon creaked as it bounced and swayed on the uneven road. The lanterns and the horse's harness jingled as horse and cart moved out the well-lit town and into the dark of the surrounding forest. Once they were well under the cover of darkness again, the door opened and a tanned woman with freckles emerged. "For people who can't read, those villagers are very touchy about this scroll. Honestly, when are they ever going to need it!" Ada exclaimed pushing her headband back and falling into the seat next to the cloaked figure. "So what do we have here anyway?" Ada reached back, grabbed the scroll and opened it. Unfortunately her cat teeth in her tiny cat mouth had gotten slobber all over the back and created several small holes and deep gashes in the parchment. "Oh look! It's lore on humans! We were looking for that right? I think we were?" Ada unhooked a lantern and held it over the parchment, she looked at the driver, the white ears were still poking out from under the cloak. With an annoyed swipe she knocked the cape back to reveal a mask on a stick with the cloak draped over. "Oh right that's where you are, Well Willow you're still here" the horse trotted on and snorted "it's lore, a prediction, of an earthling that will be joining us in our humble dimension. Curiouser and curiouser." | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,709 | 1,199 | 1 | 1,944 | 2,307 | The wagon creaked on, a strange breeze lifted and blew a lock of black curly hair out of Ada's face. She looked up startled. Wind in the forest? This little gust was cold and a shiver ran down her spine. "Whoa" Ada mumbled and Willow gradually slowed to a walk. Ada picked up a lantern and jumped out the drivers seat and onto the gravel road, her boots shifted the gravel as she landed and her knees jolted. It was always more uncomfortable doing things in human form, however being a cat for too long was annoying, the tail and claws were great, but fingers and clothing felt better.
Ada walked forward a couple of meters, into the darkness, holding her lantern to eye level. Behind her the little lantern still hanging on the wagon flickered and dimmed for a breif moment, but Ada noticed it. She turned and leaped lightly into the drivers seat, stepping into the wagon for a second she gathered some herbs, and held them over the candle inside the lantern. The dried sage lit easily and the smoke trailed upwards, dancing in the air "Vade , malignus, dum vigilo exies a facie mea et non est reversa" (Begone evil spirit, leave my presence) Ada chanted the spell quietly and slowly, thinking about each syllable as she cast the spell. The smoke turned and encircled the wagon in a light halo. She left the herbs in the lantern to burn and picked up the reins. "On we go Willow" she commanded quietly, tugging lightly on the rein to lead him into the forest. "I don't know what he's up to tonight Willow, but that dratted spirit isn't getting us, not today." It took longer to travel by Wagon in the forest but it gave Ada the safety she needed to read in peace.
They continued running parallel to the road, but just out of sight so that from the road the faintest glow could be seen between the trees. When Willow unexpectantly stopped to sniff something, next to a shrub lay a pair of monocles bound together by some strange wire. Ada picked it up, turning it over in her hands. How strange, she noticed the two glass shapes and knowing little about glass and monocles but enough to know they could twist your vision. She lifted the glasses to peer through the lenses and the world came into sharper focus, she drew the glasses away and stumbled back with a slight cry.
Commanding Willow onward she put the glasses next to her and sat cross legged staring at them, chanting numerous spells trying to find out what they were. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,710 | 1,199 | 2 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Fritz
Fritz stared in utter disbelief for a moment, his mind very briefly failing to process just exactly what he was seeing. It was definitely real and it was definitely happening, this creature, not an animal, not a person but something else. He briefly remembered an illustration he had seen in a book once, a book filed with tales about fairies and imps of all kinds. Before he could process what was happening, the fairy man was beside him, sniffing him and examining him, a strange look of curiosity mixed with something else, a look that made Fritz somehow a little nervous.
Suddenly it was speaking, calling him a weak creature and a foreigner, a foreigner in his forest. His forest? Was this some kind of forest imp fairy creature? Before he could think the imp suddenly snatched his bag away, routing through it and pulling out one of his books, flipping through it with a fascinated gaze before saying "So you are an alchemist, I thought as much. This must be your spell book then, hm? I've never seen its like, what sort of spells does it teach?"
Fritz again was speechless and couldn't muster an immediate response. alchemist? Spellbook?
"Sparrot! Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
Sparrot? Fritz stared down at his chemistry book where it lay in the grass, struggling for a brief moment again to speak, but eventually blurted "It's a chemistry book", his statement hanging in the air for a moment before he suddenly burst out with questions.
"Who are you? What forest is this? what are you, a fairy? Did that bird really just talk? I-…"
Sparrot
Sparrot watched the human boy suspiciously from the branch where he was perched. Aergar dealt with the boy in an appropriate manner, investigating it's strange little satchel, reviling it's odd little book. Fascinated Sparrot watched as Aergar questioned the human, he to wanted to know what level of magic this human was capable of, surely such a creature could indeed be a powerful ally for his love. Maybe the human would destroy Aergar, such an event would be impressive.
Suddenly the human boy spoke, not the booming words of some incantation or curse as Sparrot had expected, but instead a snivelling statement followed by a string of meek questions that did nothing other than display how little knowledge this beast possesses.
Suddenly Sparrot leapt from the branch, swooping directly towards the boy squawking the entire time, he scratched at his face with his crooked talons causing a few small cuts. The boy cried out and recoiled, Sparrot swooping over to an adjacent branch, landing quickly before settling into a dead unblinking stare with human. This human did not impress him, he didn't like it's strange style of its clothes or funny little voice, not one bit. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,711 | 1,199 | 3 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Fritz
Fritz cried out slightly as the Raven launched a brief attack on him, before he could do anything he had received a small cut to his face and the bird was away, glaring at him from a nearby tree branch like some evil guardian.
His heart was now pounding as the unsettling feeling he had continued to grow, it was becoming clear to him that he was somewhere very different, somewhere that was very quickly becoming hostile and a most worrying place to be.
The Imp smirked as he watched him recover from the assault before bursting out laughing, a threatening and almost mocking laugh before he began to introduce himself as God of the forest.
As the forest God spoke the trees around him seemed to respond to him, their branches now moving inwards somewhat and beginning to block out the sky as Fritz had the realisation he was at his mercy, at the mercy of this unsettling forest that surrounded him. Aergar Wald, as the forest god had introduced himself as looked almost unhinged as he continued to grin, though this time clearly in a sinister way, Fritz was about to take a few steps backwards when he realised his feet were entangled by some vines that had crept up from the soil itself, holding him in place as Aergar Wald continued to speak
"I should have the devil bird peck out your eyes for your stupidity. But--" the creature placed a clawed finger over Fritz’s mouth, the subtle taste of soil reaching his tongue "Today I am feeling rather merciful. Perhaps we can work something out."
He then proceeded to present a quest to him, a quest for a seed, a special seed from a far-away valley and a special tree. Fritz’s eyes widened somewhat as the offer (or demand, as it more-so seemed to him), his mind jumping instantly to the kind of quests and heroes that he had often read about, the thought of adventure exciting him and causing his feelings becoming even more muddled.
He glanced to the raven before looking back to Aergar Wald, his mind carefully thinking about and deconstructing everything he had heard and comparing it to everything he knew. As impressive as his powers were it seemed somewhat unlikely that this creature was actually a god, after all what kind of god would need to send him on a quest for a rare seed or torment him. No, the more he thought about it the clearer it became to him that this was indeed some kind of forest imp as he had initially suspected, a creature of trickery and mischief – that fitted the bill much more closely. That being said Fritz still was unsure as to the best course of action, after all even if he was right it didn’t mean that this Aergar Wald wasn’t dangerous and more than capable of harming him, especially if he called out his deception.
Suppressing a grin himself, his fear forgotten in an instant Fritz decided that it was his turn to see what he could do to impress this creature and secure his release.
“Hah!” exclaimed Fritz as he reached down and picked up his bag, beginning to ruffle through it as he spoke “such a task would be below the likes of me!”
His hand found what he was searching for as he continued to speak “for you are correct, and I am a most powerful alchemist in my world! Observe!” with as much grandeur as he could muster Fritz pulled a box of wind-proof matches from his bag before pulling one out and striking it against the box. It sparked into life as the phosphorus coating ignited, hissing as it did so. Taking aim Fritz flicked the burning match with a practised skill directly towards the bird that had attacked him. The match flew with surprising precision, causing the bird to squawk in alarm and leap from the branch as the burning stick whipped narrowly passed its face. The raven flew one brief circle around the pair before it disappeared into the forest, a particularly rude insult reaching Fritz’s ears. He stood smugly with another match held ready in his hand, hoping that the small display had impressed this ‘Aergar Wald’. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,712 | 1,199 | 4 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Ada jumped when she heard a tinkling laugh echo through the forest. A light breeze lifted her hair off her shoulders and the forest darkened and leaned in one direction. Halfway through burning the book Ada quenched the flame and stood up. Mumbling drifted over the wind and played in her ears, followed by a loud squawk then more mumbling. Then through the forest trees a light flared up. Ada tugged Willow's rein in the direction of the commotion. She rose slowly, hiding the book and the half eaten carcass. She also drew her sword.
The trees opened up to reveal a slight clearing with a person standing in the centre. Ada could sense no magic from the creature. A whistle echoed in the distance and a raven darted through the tree's. "Hail! Are you in need of assistance, the road is to your right" She watched this creature from the driver's seat of the wagon, the boy was dressed strangely, with a coloured rope around his neck. Using her foot, Ada pushed the things she found in the forest behind her to conceal them from sight.
He was of no obvious origin, and he had more weight on him then she was used to seeing, obviously a noble. The satchel he was carrying was open and a book lay a distance from him, near a tree. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,713 | 1,199 | 5 | 1,944 | 2,307 | London. Cant say I've heard of it, surely it's not in Emanseria. Are you from the north?
Ada was suprised at the casual way he referred to his books, perhaps where he came from they were more common than here. He then started talking about shining pools and other weird things, she frowned deeply, doubting the sanity of the boy, he was obviously talking gibberish.
"Where are we! My boy, has someone given you any strange plants lately! We are in the Nairi forest, to the north is the Nimue river and to the West is Darja. Would you like to stay the night in my wagon, my companion should be joining us shortly, and you sound like you need a little... guidance. and rest" | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,714 | 1,199 | 6 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Fritz
Fritz listened to Ada, the implications of his situation now fully beginning to sink in. It was practically world shattering, so utterly mind blowing that he could do nothing but gawk for a moment or two. He was jarred back into focus as the wagon lurched and he was thrown backwards, a clattering drawing his attention as he saw a pair of glasses and book tumble out into the open.
"Took you long enough, Duplo"
Ada’s words added to Fritz’s confusion, but for once he didn’t outright question what he had heard. Better to see what happens and just try and keep up for now, he thought. He was still thinking about what Ada had said, him valuable? She had also offered to teach him the skills he would need to survive this Emanseria place. So was he right to assume that this place was going to be dangerous and that people, things, were going to be after him? Either way Fritz figure out he was best sticking with Ada, best to find out whatever it was he needed to learn.
Grinning slightly Fritz realised that he was excited.
Phrenesis
The woman watched Aergar closely, her eyes following his every movement as the imp leapt up onto an overhanging branch and dangled as he examined her. She took a brief note of his suggestions about taking better care of herself, after all she had an image to maintain. She watched coyly as Aergar’s mouth twitched with a smile as he was already considering the offer. ‘Good’ she thought to herself, she was pleased she had picked a worthy candidate for the role.
“What can I offer you?” she said smoothly and with poise, more rhetorically than as a question.
She let the words lingered in the air for a moment, savouring in the suspense she cuckled softly for a brief moment.
Sparrot was once more closely following the conversation with his small dark eyes, he cawed before he spoke “Aergar Wald, Lord and King of the forest. Hail King Aergar the Eternal”.
“Thats right Sparrot” cooed the woman “we will make Aergar Wald King of the forest, granting him full ownership of the land and everything on it.” She smiled and addressed the Imp directly “Imagine if you had control over the entire forest, not just in spirit but it law as well. You could truly do as you wished. You’d have control over the Nymph’s glades, the Centaur hunting grounds, the Elven cities – I could go on, but I sense you get the picture. You could do as you wish and neglect anything you saw fit to. With Ada Lovelace out of the way there would be nothing to oppose you or I, the forest and lands beyond would truly be ours to toy with”. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,715 | 1,199 | 7 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Ada and Duplo
Momentarily forgetting about the boy next to her Ada made the same magical whistle that Duplo sent to her. Amazingly she stood and managed to maintain balance on the swaying wagon. Out of the darkness of the road ahead something blinked and a girl with a rabbit mask appeared. "Hail! The mighty Duplo has returned, what beast hath she slain this time?" Ada greeted the girl with surprising warmth. "Ada. Who's the boy?" Ada walked over, moving swiftly and gracefully. Her arms swung but her head stayed still. The white mask standing out in the dark. "This here is Fritz. He's joining us for a while, his two legs can only carry him so far." Duplo recognised the code and nodded not pushing the case further. Long ago her and Ada agreed that when one mentioned something about two legs that could not carry, they were talking about someone they would be helping. Wile the wagon was still moving, Duplo moved to run her hand down Willows back then as it approached, grabbed the wagon wall and keeping one foot on the floorboards she hung there, moving with the wagon but not on it. "Ahead there is a camp, we can join. I will set up in the mean time. Ada nodded and the girl hopped off and disappeared.
"Fritz, I want to ask you. How did you land up here" Ada was suddenly mysterious. Obviously there was something she and Duplo were not showing. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,716 | 1,199 | 8 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Willow snorted and spooked as a small girl fell out of the brush and onto his shoulder. Ada who had been listening to Fritz' story was brought back to reality, her mind had been reeling making connections and sparks flying as facts intertwined with other facts.
She jumped a little at the girl and looked over her with a sceptical eye. Another hitch hiker. "What's your name?" Ada watched the girl, there could be a group of bandits close behind. "You are in the Nairi forest, about 3 days from Haneul. Where are your parents?"
Two thoughts crossed Ada's mind. One: the girl was part of a group of bandits and they should high tail it out of there before they ambush the wagon. The second: this girl was genuinely lost and needed help, which she could give. But at what cost and the wagon was already full. Willow's strength had a limit and unless Ada could get another horse to lessen the burden she could not take another passenger on the wagon. Ada slowly wrapped her fingers around the dagger she kept hidden in her skirt.
The girl sniffled and her thoughts settled a bit. She didn't take her hand off the dagger. "Are you in need of help?" a stupid question, but this would be the question the bandits would want. "There is a town down this road, you can stay shelter with us for the night, and I will arrange for someone to take you to town tomorrow to find your way." | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,717 | 1,199 | 9 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Alright come with us Ada offered her hand for the girl and pulled her up onto the seat and sat her down. Ada sat between the girl - Kirin - and Fritz and clicked for Willow to walk on. She mentally made a point to get rid of everything but the essentials in her wagon. It was getting cluttered and she was concerned about Willow's health if he continued to pull such a heavy load for so many hours. At least they were closer to Haneul, Ada considered purchasing another horse to help bear the load. Thinking of the cost of purchase and feeding, and extra time it would take to care for the additional creature she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Fritz and the girl made pep talk while Ada watched Willow trudge along, lost in thought.
"Kirin, Fritz. We are going to be joining a party camp for the night and if someone calls me by another name, just go along with it. Infact don't call me by any name if you can help it. And don't share information about yourself."
Duplo who had set up a few tents and used a spell to draw some water up in a pail (both she took from the wagon before departing) sat listening to the conversation of the surrounding gypsies. A couple were talking about an amazing encounter they had in Jabari with a travelling illegal druid, the tale involved a chase by rooftop by several Fae and an Elf mage that used an Earth spell to make a trench that the criminal was caught in. The story sounded a little exaggerated, but was entertaining.
Ada and her recruits joined them and Ada introduced Kirin and Fritz to Duplo "This is my apprentice, Duplo. She is a skin changer and takes this form under the watch of Claire de Lun (Elvish goddess of night and beauty.) Fritz I believe you and her are in similar situations."
Sitting to one side and letting the kids talk Ada and Duplo conversed and each of them shared the tales of their activities while apart. "Ada, I found this" Duplo produced the wooden tube and handed it to Ada, she took the container and opened it with a unlocking spell. Inside was a scroll and on it written in the magic language was the will of an old Fae scholar that deceased little under 50 years ago
.... and finally I leave my life's knowledge to my heir, Zlata Joanna in the hopes she will make use of it. My book "altero" contains all my findings and hypothesis’s on otherwordly matters and being from them. In this book I discuss the supernatural, other-worlders and cast offs. I also explore the idea of higher beings and their origins. This book contains information gathered from our neighbouring country Benjaro, to which I travelled nigh-on 35 years ago and many legends that I have gathered through extensive travel throughout Emanseria and other settlements along the coast of the Talin Ocean. ...
Ada skim-read the rest of the document and rolled if safely back in the tube. Before she could ask Duplo replied "Zlata is in Eira, she moved there after a fire in her family home. "I also found something, while in that town's headquarters the priest had this locked away" Ada brought out the parchment and tried to cover the gashes made by her cat-teeth. However she could not finish as in that moment the ground began to shake and tremble and the sound of hooves on forest floor filled the clearing. Willow looked up from his feed trough and his ears swivelled with fear, birds left the trees and squawked in the night silence. The gypsies dived towards their horses, grabbing them by the reins and keeping them put. Ada stood holding Willow's reins, and kept her other hand on her dagger, indicating to the children to hide in the wagon a short distance from them. Duplo had somehow in the chaos whipped out two swords that gleamed in the moonlight, she began to move ever so slowly, turning and tilting her head to listen. The swords glistened when they caught star of fire light.
There was a moment of silence then before anyone moved a group of five centaurs leaped into the clearing and came to a short halt from their gallop. Their sides heaved and glistened with sweat. Green paint adorned their sides and bags hung on the sides of each beast. They were all tall and well muscled, 3 had horns protruding from their temples - the Sires no doubt. Two of the males(sires) had dark coats and the other was a palamino. One dam was a bay and the other a liver chestnut. Each centuar had a bow and arrow across their chests. On the back of the liver chestnut dam sat a grey haired woman with windblown hair and she clung terrified onto the mare. The biggest of the males said something to them all as they stopped and as a group the herd they lifted their chins and raised their palms. The dam carrying the woman then dropped to her knees and the woman slunk off, shakily her feet touched the ground and she stood unbalanced with one hand still on the dam's back.
The large male spoke and the woman listened. No one recognized the language and Duplo brought her swords a little higher "what is he saying?" she whispered to Ada. "Don't know" she whispered back, trying to turn to look at the children without moving. The horses around the clearing relaxed but still kept a firm eye on the intruders. The woman spoke and her use to the centaurs was shown "We are the Sigurd herd, travellers passing through Emanseria. My name is Albina, I shall act as a translator. This herd comes in peace and brings gifts and friendship, we ask only that we may share your company for the night and share in the safety of this gathering." The woman spoke slowly and her accent was thick from the northern regions of Emanseria. Everyone relaxed slightly, Ada let her hand fall from her dagger but kept a defensive position, Duplo dropped her swords and sheathed one, keeping the other in front of her just pointing down. A gypsy from across the clearing - one of those playing music and dancing called out "Anyone is welcome if they bring food and good cheer! Welcome friend! Come join the festivities, we have a birthday to celebrate! My dearest mother here turns 56 today!" The woman translated and the centaurs beamed, exited. The male walked forward, holding hands with the grey woman and they talked to the birthday mother, then the bay dam walked over and produced a delicate silver chain - a necklace for a centaur, and a girdle on this human. The woman thanked her and curtsied.
Ada laughed and clapped her hand on Duplo's shoulder. "Relax my friend. We can talk in peace, come Fritz, Kirin! Tonight is a treat!" Everyone gathered in a large group around the centaurs as they dropped down and relaxed. The woman then began to tell their tale and translated for the gypsies. The palamino male did most of the talking - apart from the woman of course - and the liver chestnut mare cared for them all. Brushing mane's and tails and rubbing in poultices. Then the last dark coated male who had remained somewhat quiet throughout the events pulled off a deer carcass he was carrying, and with the help of the big male and many gypsy children they gathered firewood and lit a large bonfire over which the carcass was cooked. Salads were made out herbs and berries. Which the centaurs snacked on leaves they pulled straight off branches. The meat was the most delicious Ada had tasted in a long time and she made a mental point to get the recipe. The meat was spicy - thanks to the application of numerous herbs and spices the centuars produced - but satisfying and left her throat tingling for more.
Someone brought out a barrel of ale and everyone danced and laughed, talked and ate, drank and were marry late into the night. The same nurse-centuar went around to everyone's horses and offered better feed, poultices and advice from the horses to their owners. Willow grazed content with the other horses, swishing his tail. Ada was happy to find out he was content and the weight was not too much for his broad, strong shoulders. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,718 | 1,199 | 10 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Ada
"We'll stop and rest in Haneul before making our way to Eira, by that time I'll know what Frit-" "Hello there wildflower" Ada looked up, the voice was familiar and so was that name. Wildflower. She twisted the word around her tongue, where did it come from? "Hello there Willow" The large horse snorted and butted the man approvingly. Remembering the man behind her Ada turned and took in the appearance of the man behind her. His brown shaggy hair was crumpled in some areas - squashed with sleep. And his sharp jawline was covered in stubble. He was attractive, with long tick eyelashes and golden eyes. Ada stared at him, trying to connect the mental points. His high cheekbones were kind of distracting. No matter which part of her memory she scoured, she just could not recognise him. A young boy covered in mud, asleep under the tree with the same golden eyes hovered in her mind for a bit, but that boy was not a gypsy, he belonged to a town on the shore, a rich farmland with foreign slaves.
Duplo
Duplo patiently watched Ada and the chestnut haired man, awaiting Ada's attention again. Soon she got bored and skulked off and sulkily grabbed Willow's grooming brushes and got to work. Ferociously scrubbing out all the dirt in his fur and massaging his big muscles to help him relax. She had just finished his belly and was picking blackjacks out his tail when a boy with gold horns began playing the violin, dancing all over the place. He sprang from tent to tent and the thick-headed gypsy girls squealed. Duplo watched him, thinking him as another trickster seeking for attention. Then a centaur slapped him and he reeled back. Good. Duplo smirked to herself. Then she accidentally knocked her porcelain ear against Willow. She rubbed where she bumped him, making sure the porcelain was not scratched or cracked.
He pranced over to Ada as she was talking to the other man and tried to make conversation. Duplo did not like the looks of this trouble maker. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,719 | 1,199 | 11 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Phrenesis
A cold breeze rushed through the once bustling streets of Jabari, the usually crowded market square was empty aside from a few huddled figures rushing one way or another. Ever since the imprisonment of Earl Desjardins tensions had risen and events had begun to spiral wildly out of hand. The Elvish and Fae communities were at each other’s throats, several ‘incidents’ serving to add fuel to the volatile situation. The Earl and his cook were imprisoned within dungeons below the city barracks, his wife the Lady Desjardins was furious with the Fae community and had orchestrated a boycott of all Fae goods and services, the ramifications of which would soon have an effect on not only the city but the other numerous cities and towns which relied on the trade goods of Jabari to survive and flourish. There had also been several assaults on both elf and fae alike, each group blaming the other for the provocations.
A slim clocked figure made her way through the baron streets, a smug grin covering her features which were hidden in shadows. Making her way directly to the largest and grandest of the elvish manors that dominated the Starlight district she wasted little time on pounding on the heavy oak door that belonged to Lady Desjardins before she removed the hood that covered her features. Several moments later the door opened a crack and a bleary pair of eyes gazed out at her suspiciously before opening slightly wider, revealing an elvish butler who had obviously been dozing.
He tried several times to dismiss her, but the woman’s pleading wouldn’t cease. As soon as she mentioned that it was about the Earl and the poisoning he immediately ushered her inside before seating her in a lavish room filled with all kinds of luxuries, instructing her to wait whilst he fetched Lady Desjardins. As she waited she glanced around, unimpressed at the display of wealth, resisting the urge to steal or break some kind of valuable object.
Several minutes later footsteps approached and Lady Desjardins entered the room, her face was gaunt and tired and showed that she too was receiving a lack of sleep, however her graceful and beautiful features were hardly marred.
“You said you have news regarding what has happened to my husband?” she asked flatly, her eyes showing how desperate she was for any news. Phrenesis couldn’t help but think how easy this all was as he manipulated the events around him with such ease.
The woman nodded slowly before confessing passionately to Lady Desjardins about how she worked in the bakery in Tariq where the Earl had ordered his food from, she continued to confess through carefully orchestrated tears how a rather cruel and brutal fae from Eadric had come to the bakery and forced them to add something to the goods they sent to the earl, threatening her life if her father ever spoke of it or told anyone of the Fae’s involvement. She finished her teary confession rather convincingly by telling the Lady how she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer knowing that the Earl had been imprisoned un-justly, even if it meant risking her own life.
Lady Desjardins face darkened and anger played across her delicate features. Standing suddenly she barked to the elvish butler “Wake my household guard. All of them. We are going to free my husband and right this injustice immediately. Also send a rider to our king, I will compose a letter which must reach him as soon as possible.”
Lady Desjardins turned back to the girl before taking her hands in her own and saying “Thank you, I know how difficult it must have been for you to tell me this. Stay here as long as you need, Lauranthil here will see to any needs you have. You will be rewarded for your loyalty”. Lady Desjardins gave her hand a comforting squeeze before she stood and made her way brusquely out of the room.
Several minutes later Phrenesis was stood in a guest room, watching through a window as several guardsmen led by Lady Desjardins mounted horses and rode out into the streets, heading directly towards the city barracks. Grinning widely she sat on the bed before reaching into the cloak that she wore before pulling out a small thin vile of a deep coloured yellow liquid. Giggling to herself she pulled free the little stopper and knocked the liquid back in one gulp before she lay back in the bed. If this body needed sleep it would get sleep, the concoction she had just consumed being enough to put her into a deep slumber for about twelve hours. As long as he returned to the body before then there would be no problems, and he knew exactly how to pass the time. She continued to giggle as the feelings of sleep soon overtook her, and as soon as her eyes shut Phrenesis forced himself to leave her body, the familiar and unpleasant feeling of such a separation gripping him as he returned once more to his free-flowing natural form, now airborne and invisible to the naked eye as his consciousness floated out into the corridor and made its way down the grand staircase searching for Lauranthil the butler.
Lauranthil
The fog lifted from Lauranthil’s mind as suddenly as it had appeared, the elf standing confused and dazed for a moment as his surroundings came into focus. He was stood in what appeared to be a rather cold pantry of some kinds, shelves of numerous foodstuffs surrounding him. Looking down he jumped as he saw that his hands and clothes were covered in what looked to be a generous coating of blood, panicking as he tried to wipe his hands on what little clean area still remained of his coat.
Suddenly he heard a crashing noise from somewhere beyond the doorway, confused and somewhat scared he reached for the handle of the doorway before opening it slightly as the crashing noise came again. He gasped in horror at the sight before him, the room before him was obviously some kind of kitchen, however it was covered in streaks and pools of blood, the bodies of several fae laying where they had obviously fallen with deep cuts and gash wounds covering their bodies. The crashing noise sounded again before at the opposite side of the room several city guardsmen broke into the room brandishing swords, several of them clearly disgusted by what they saw as they gazed at Lauranthil accusingly.
The elf suddenly realised what the situation looked like as he glanced down and saw a knife at his feet that was completely covered in gore and laying in a pool of blood. Before he could react the guards had swarmed forwards, each of them shouting at him to give himself up and stay where he was. His protests of innocence were ignored as one of them tackled him before dragging him kicking and screaming through the generous layer of blood out through the house to the front where a young fae girl was waiting with a small crowd behind her.
“Is this him?” one of the guards asked pointing to Lauranthil as the others clapped his arms in a sturdy set of manacles. The girl nodded quickly with tears streaming down her face before she managed to blurt a word of confirmation.
The guard shook his head, clearly disgusted as he made his way to Lauranthil with a small black sack before he aggressively shoved it onto his head and pulled a drawstring to keep it tight around his neck. Spitting on the ground the guard remarked “You’ll hang for this you piece of filth. Murdering the fae ambassador and his family of all people at a time like this.”
The other guards nodded in agreement, a few of them agreeing with little other than angry curses and one even going as far as to mumble something about if he even makes it to the noose alive.
In the city itself word was spreading quickly, people gathered in the shadows and exchanged hushed whispers. Most couldn’t believe what they were hearing, that the Lady Desjardins had demanded the release of her husband threatening to take him by force, whilst her butler had been apprehended literally red handed murdering practically the entire staff of the fae embassy. As tensions continued to rise reports of angry mobs in the streets became more and more common, news of a murder here or there coming in as both elves and fae blamed each other for the events, the situation now spinning rapidly out of control as the elven guard was scrambled to keep order on the streets – it would not be long before word spread to the fae cities nearby to Jabari. Phrenesis watched from above, hidden from view as his plan continued to click neatly into place.
Phrenesis
Once the excitement died down he floated towards the city barracks, as soon as he spotting a living creature he veered towards it, intent on possessing it and resuming a physical form as quickly as possible. The unlucky creature was a mangy grey cat, the creature reminding him oh so fondly of Ada somewhat as he took control of it. If the feline could have chuckled it would have, but instead it simply hacked a hairball out. As he began to slink across the rooftops Phrenesis couldn’t help but note what bad condition the cat was in, and so concentrated somewhat his abilities on healing its small body – not for any sense of sympathy, but rather so that his ‘vessel’ was in as good condition as it could be.
As the feline reached the city barracks he perched on top of a wall, watching the chaos unfold before him. It seemed that an angry mod had quickly assembled and had forced the Lady Desjardins back inside with her husband the Earl, he now heard shouts of treachery and anger – some assuming that she had sent her butler to do her dirty work, others shouting about their innocence. Numerous small scuffles were breaking out, the only guards to be seen where the household guard of house Desjardins – firmly keeping back any who tried to advance into the barracks.
The cat suddenly felt the fog lifting from its mind as Phrenesis left it’s body, his presence floating down towards the guards as he quickly detected one that had consumed his breath – possessing the man easily. A dark expression covered his face as Phrenesis pulled his sword from its scabbard, darkness glinting in his eyes.
“For House Desjardins and the elven kingdom!” he shouted at the top of his lungs before he lunged forwards blade first into the crowd that was comprised primarily of fae merchants and several nobles – managing to decapitate one and stab another through the chest before the crowd descended upon him and began to grab, punch, kick, stab as well as many other painful things. Leaving the body again Phrenesis floated upwards and gazed downwards, wishing it was possible somehow to freeze what he was seeing in some kind of eternal picture and send it to Aergar. Pure sweet chaos.
As he returned to the cat which had barely moved from where he left it he watched as the crowds swarmed the household guard, the sheer volume of bodies being more then they could resist as some of them tried to fight back and others were simply torn apart. Phrenesis watched so fondly as the mob swarmed into the barracks, the sounds of death and combat echoing out as they obviously encountered whatever members of the city guard were still inside. Soon the bodies of both the Earl and Lady Desjardins were dragged into the streets, as soon as they were the malevolent spirit once more left its feline vessel and occupied the nearest week-willed rioter who was holding a lit torch before he turned and strode into the barracks. Moments later black smoke began to billow from the building and flames began to creep from each opening turning the scene into that of utter destruction and death.
As the cat turned to flee into the night it once more felt the smothering presences take control of its mind, and it turned and made its way triumphantly back towards the now empty mansion sitting in the what he assumed would soon be the very violent starlight district.
Fritz
Duplo snapped a response at him before she asked him why he was here, it seemed rhetorical but he could tell she was making a point. He had no idea why he was here, if indeed he was here for any reason at all.
Kirin introduced herself to Duplo politely, even curtsying as she did so. Fritz grinned and waited to see how she would react – after all Duplo seemed to be a bit short from what he had experienced. He mulled over her words – came across her in a shop, and wondered what exactly that meant, but decided against asking further right now.
He turned his attention to Aergar the forest Imp and watched him closely. It seemed he knew Ada to some degree, or at least they had run into each other several times in the past. He closely watched their conversation, as at the moment the Imp was trying to convince her that he wasn’t so bad and was talking about their past times together, something Fritz was keep to learn about if he could. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,720 | 1,199 | 12 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Duplo
"I'm sorry we haven't properly met," the girl curtsied, flaring the hem of her tattered skirt, "I'm Kirin Cobb, from Eira, and you're Duplo right? That's such a pretty name, I've never heard it before"
"Yes, my name is Duplo" She was annoyed, really annoyed. First the boy, now the girl. Why me, stop talking to me. Then she realised, she was supposed to look after these kids a baby sitter she spat. "It was the first sound I remember so I claimed it as my own." She turned to face the girl, momentarily forgetting about Ada, focusing on the mission at hand. "And yours, how did you get your name?"
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Ada
I've never asked anything of you, you know. Really with an attitude like that it's no wonder your only friend is a rabbit."
Ada who was slightly tense before suddenly gritted her teeth and struggled not to strangle the boy. "I guess I was wrong Aegar. Forgive me, an old gypsy such as myself has seen to many tricksters to trust one more. Come, it's been a long time since I've heard some news of the outside world." She let some poison leak into her words. "But do not take long, I am weary, I have children to take care of and it grows late" Duplo was talking to the children, which made Ada worry. She could be saying numerous things, most of which were causes for her to supervise. But Ada still trusted Duplo to keep her calm.
She indicated for Aegar and Fimion to follow her as she sat down on a log by the fire. She figured Fimion would be a good way to ensure Aegar behaved himself when talking to her. She was aware of Fimion's attention but simply did not know how to replicate it, she had forgotten all about him. She gave him a small smile an turned her attention to Aegar again. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,721 | 1,199 | 13 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Fritz
It became clearer that Duplo wasn’t in the mood to share, though perhaps that was just her way. He wasn’t used to people being so short, but then again he was only used to the rigid politeness that came with private schooling. He recognised the tone she was using, in fact it reminded him a little of one of his teachers, Mrs Fiander – the chemistry teacher he had constantly badgered with questions and attention, or at least the tone she had used when he first met her. It had taken him quite a few terms but the pair of them were now much closer, in fact Fritz was pretty sure he was the only student she really liked. Perhaps like in that situation if he just kept trying Duplo would start to warm to him, but then again maybe not – only time would tell, but she seemed so terribly interesting that he couldn’t help himself. He turned his attention to Kirin as she told them about her name and how her parents had named her after some flowers that blossom after the first frosts, and his thoughts turned to what a Kiri flower must look like, imagining that they must be exceptionally beautiful to be the inspiration to name a daughter after. He then suddenly noticed that Kirin was watching him, or rather examining him briefly, which caused him to blush a small amount before he turned his face away hoping that she hadn’t seen.
"What about your name Fritz, where did you get it? I've never heard it before either, it's so funny!"
“Funny?” Fritz repeated as Kirin laughed, an almost enchanting sound to his ears which caused a large grin to spread over his face.
“Well my parents told me that my name belonged to my uncle before it belonged to me and also to my grandfather before him – I’m actually Fritz the third I guess. It’s a German name like they were, though they were both killed in the War apparently. Traitors to Germany and heroes to Brittan, they worked in military intelligence” he explained to her, his thoughts turning back to the times he had spent with his own father listening to stories about the Carlisle family. Suddenly he realised that they would have no idea what he was talking about and chuckled before rubbing his neck nervously.
“Oh, eh, Germany is a country where I come from. There was a big world war, the biggest war there has ever been and lots of people died. Germany wasn’t very popular afterwards and they lost, but my father said that we always need to be proud of our heritage, especially after what had happened.”
His smile faltered slightly as he thought of his parents, wondering for the first time if he would be able to return home or not. The thought of being here forever had not occurred to him before, though he supposed it was entirely possible.
“I.. uh…” mumbled Fritz suddenly uncertain about everything that was happening to him, he glanced at Kirin and Duplo before turning and watching Ada and Aergar for a few moments. He realised that he was still lost, no matter how spectacular or exciting things may be.
“I wonder if I’ll get to go home…” he said out loud before looking again at Kirin. She too was trying to get home, but the only difference was that her home was actually in Emanseria. Dumfounded by the line of thoughts he was having Fritz suddenly turned and made his way to the edge of the camp before he sat amongst a patch of particularly thick grass and sighed. Lying on his back he gazed up towards the inky sky, suddenly aware that there seemed to be a great deal more stars than he had ever seen before, and at that moment a shooting star flashed across the sky. Searching for any familiar constellations it quickly dawned on him that there were none he recognised, and he started to consider the real implications of being stuck here for the rest of his life.
Fimion
He watched with curiosity as Wildflower and Aergar conversed with each other, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched her grit her teeth slightly at the imp’s goading. He watched her face intently and took in every expression and movement, trying subtly to not stare too much, but knowing that he couldn’t quite help it. As she gestured for the pair of them to follow her to the fire he did so happily, taking a seat on the old trunk next to her. She shot him a smile, an interesting smile that seemed to say that she was happy, but it also seemed to say that she maybe wasn’t quite sure how to act towards him. He hoped that they would be able to talk alone tonight, he wasn’t quite sure what he would say or what he wanted, but that was part of it, he figured. As she turned her attention back to Aergar he suddenly remembered the small pipe clutched in his hand, and so pulled out a small leaf-wrapped bundle of pleasant smelling dried and shredded plant matter as he listened to their conversation with mild interest and occasionally glanced around the camp. The herbs were a mix that he had traded with an elf from Jabari a few moons back – he had called it Caraleaf and Ginsar, whatever it was it was soothing and seemed to help him focus as well as smelling and tasting a great deal better than most smoking herbs.
As the imp spoke of her ‘interesting’ choice of companions, he couldn’t help but agree somewhat, especially after he learnt that the strange young boy considered himself an alchemist. Pondering what was happening with them as the boy in question walked towards the edge of the clearing alone he pushed some of the dried herbs into the pipe before lighting it with a smouldering stick from the fire, the light and almost fragrant smell spreading quickly as he inhaled. Blowing a few casual smoke rings he turned his attention back to Aergar as he suddenly mentioned Hiol being killed, the sudden change in tone of the conversation almost causing him to cough as his expression turned from one of a carefree demeanour to a more serious one. The little imp was so excited as he whispered something to Wildflower, before giggling to himself and going on to explain whoever this person was had torn out Hiol’s heart, and that this person was obsessed and coming after her. Suddenly Fimion was paying extremely close attention, the pipe again forgotten as he ran a hand through his tangled hair.
"In fact, I would say it is your mysterious nature that is so incredibly alluring. Or does that old ghost know something about you that I don't, hmm?"
“Hiol?” asked Fimion somewhat surprised that the satyr had met his end, and apparently in such a violent way. “Who would want to tear his heart out and for what purpose?” he wondered aloud before narrowing his eyes slightly at Aergar. “You know you seem to think it’s incredibly entertaining, makes me wonder if you’re not more involved hmm? After all we all know its your forest after all”. Fimion chuckled disregarding what he had said, oblivious to the fact that he may have actually been somewhat right.
“He didn’t squeeze your berries too hard did he?” he asked raising his eyebrows. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,722 | 1,199 | 14 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Fritz
He wasn’t sure quite how long he stared up into the sky, his mind occupied thinking about his predicament and what he was to do. He didn’t know why but as he gazed up into the clear night sky and searched for any familiar constellation he felt very small and obsolete. There was nothing he recognised, the sky-scape being completely different and alien that that of earth – leaving him with the assumption he could even be on a whole different planet. He knew that even if there was no quick route home the more he leant about this place and its ways the more chance he would have, even if he had to devote a large portion of his life to learning and studying then there was a chance he could unravel the secrets of how he got here.
Breaking his mind away from its deep thoughts he was suddenly reminded that it was very late and he was getting very cold.
"Come on Fritz, Ada's probably wondering where we are. It's late, and cold. Let's go back to the wagon."
Kirin sounded like she might be upset, but she didn’t seem to want to talk about it, though Fritz could guess why. He hadn’t lost anyone as close as she had, and not in such a personal and tragic way. Allowing her to help him up and guide them to the wagon he said nothing, but tried to give her a comforting smile. They were both tired and sleep came quickly once he had laid down in the warm wagon, his mind briefly wondering if it was always as warm in here as he fell into an easy dream-filled slumber.
Phrenesis
The young woman strode happily down the practically deserted streets of Jabari, signs of last night’s chaos clear on every street. Shops had been attacked and looted, there was the occasional body littering the street and smoke still rose in plumes as crows circled above the city and began to enjoy the ‘bounty’ that had been left for them.
‘Oh how Sparrot would love to be here’ she thought idly to herself, her mind turning to her long-time companion as she wondered what he would be up to at this moment. The cat from the night before followed behind her, the mangy creature’s fur looked considerably better after her time fixing its body, and somehow it was if the creature knew it. It had remained beside her bed after Phrenesis had returned to the mundane girl’s body, and so in return she had turned out the Lady Desjardins pantries and let it feast on the fish she had discovered, after all it was only going to waste otherwise. She had sat watching the cat as it ate, and as she fed herself, taking Aergar’s words about caring for her body to heart. The cat had watched her as it ate as well, and Phrenesis had wondered what it might be thinking – after all it was only Sparrot that was able to speak his mind.
As she reached the top of market street she paused at the sight that unfolded before her. In the market square there were several tent-like structures with what looked like priests of some kind tending to hurt people, and what was worse was there was both elf and fae amongst the occupants. Shaking her head and clicking her tongue in annoyance at the fact some people couldn’t seem to help working together and assisting others around them she looked around for an opportunity to once more create chaos. Spotting a wagon only a few meters away from her and the steep incline that ran from where she was stood down into the market she grinned fiendishly as it became clear what she was going to do. Spending a few minutes gathering bits of debris and whatever heavy she could she loaded them quickly into the wagon before turning it with a grunt and positioning it so it would rush down the hill and collide with the nearest tent.
Her feline companion let out a single meow as if to question what she was doing, and glancing around to make sure she would not be seen she turned back to the cat and with a wink she pushed the heavy cart and sent it hurtling down the road and towards the market square. Turning she practically skipped away with a light giggle, confident that the damage had been done she headed towards the road out of the city. It was time to return to the Nairi forest. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,723 | 1,199 | 15 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Aegar, I am going to strangle your pretty little neck Ada responded to Aegar's snarky little comment mocking her magic over pebbles when a raven appeared and hopped onto her knee. Her initial thought was to freeze up and not say anything when sparrot was around, but this bird did not have the same aura as Sparrot. This bird was not as intelligent and looked different. She was no genius of birds but she could tell this bird was not sparrot instantly. "Hello amicus" she cheerfully greeted the bird. Attached to the foot of the bird was a small bit of parchment, she untied the message and offered the bird some water and seeds which it greedily ate straight out the basket. "Nolite facere pulmentum!" Ada commanded. She opened the note behind her shoulder, obstructing it from everyone's view. It read:
Trouble in Jabari is spreading,
fae and elves are no longer
friends. The cause is unknown
but I fear an old enemy. I must
know what you know of the
prophecy. Make haste.
~L.M.
Ada breathed hard out her nose, folded the parchment and stuffed it in her boot. When she looked up she saw Aegar's bushy head peeking over her shoulder. "Oi, keep your nose to yourself" she flicked him on the nose.
Trouble in Jabari, that means... Would Duplo be able to care to Fritz? No, nope let's not go there. Oh dear, wait hang on Fimion! Yes Fimion and Duplo can take care of Fritz, let's get Kirin to her father and get going, we've been too still for too long. With a whistle Ada flicked Willow's reins and the wagon lurched as he suddenly trotted forward with a high step and the tree's passed rather quickly considering the sheer size of the horse pulling the wagon along. Then cursed as she remembered Fimion had not joined them.
A short while passed and a small pod of people dressed in shaggy well worn travel robes hailed them down. "Aegar, keep quiet. Hail travelers! Are you in need of any help!"
Ada peered around the corner of the wagon to talk back to the travelers. A man with a scar on his right cheek and grey hair came to her bench to talk to her. "Hello, I am Benjamin Afflek. My family and I are ok, we just wanted to know if you would be interested in purchasing some of our ware's"
"What do you have?
"What would you like? We have weapons, cheeses, grains for your lovely steed, armour, even poultices for those stray fevers and to make the road a bit more, bearable. I also specialise in entertainments of all sorts"
The mention of hallucinates made Ada doubtful of the trustworthiness of this travelling merchant, but the prospect of a dagger for Fritz was intriguing.
"I'll see your weapons"
Ada nimbly hopped off the wagon and Benjamin brought out his collection, it consisted of four items: a long broadsword, a fae bow, a short sword and a dagger with a blade the length of a hand.
"Fritz, come look here!" Ada held the dagger next to Fritz's hand, it was the exact same length as his hand from nail to wrist. It would make a great weapon of self defense.
"I'll take the dagger! Here Fritz, go swing this around and throw it at a couple of tree's. See if you like it"
Out of the corner of her eye Ada also noticed a small pretty brooch of a butterfly made out of small blue gems
"How much is that?" She asked Benjamin pointing at the brooch
"Since you're getting the dagger I'll sell it at two crowns, with the dagger that will make eleven crowns"
"Eleven crowns! Ada spluttered "I don't have that, I only have nine and I need a bed to sleep along with my group"
"I guess I could bring it down to eight crowns and ten silvers"
"That's nine crowns. I will give you seven crowns and no more. Do you not see I have a young child on board, I need to feed her. You cannot deprive a child of a good meal!" Ada held her hand out to Kirin to show her to Benjamin, and she gave a look to her to say Look innocent!
"Alright, I'll take seven crowns... and that lovely girl."
This left Ada shell-shocked, was this man a slave trader as well? Suddenly she understood.. entertainments. Ada looked around and she noticed that all the travelers with him were children with their hair cut short and things stuffed into their breasts to make them appear older, what on earth was going through this man's sick mind. She quickly thought up a plan.
"If I were to give you the girl how much will you give me? She's strong and charming, she'll be popular."
She watched the man's change, he changed from an alert joker to a relaxed twisted grin. She noticed the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and his heads began to shake. He was obviously excited.
"Bring her out, I might offer two crowns. Maybe more if she's young enough"
Kirin had hidden herself in the wagon. "I'll fetch her" Without turning her back to Benjamin she walked to the wagon and peered inside, she made eye contact with Fritz. His eyes were wide and he looked slightly green "How could you!" he screamed at her, Fimion stood in the back, mounted on his horse. He looked at Ada with understanding eyes, he knew her tricks. Aegar on the other hand was no where to be seen and this worried Ada. She quickly cast a silencing spell and Fritz gawped like a fish out of water.
Kirin was hiding in the back of the wagon, shaking and weeping, clinging tightly onto toy-Duplo. Ada rummaged through a small purple bag she kept inside a small green chest and retrieved seven gold orbs. Kirin screamed at Ada as she got nearer but Ada was too strong and she firmly grabbed Kirin's wrists and whispered in her ear "you'll be okay, trust me." For some reason this made her more upset and Ada had to man handle Kirin to pick her up and drag her kicking and screaming out the wagon.
Hoisting Kirin over her shoulder she let her tumble into a heap before Benjamin. The other children gave Kirin sympathetic looks. Their eyes were deeply sunk and one with black shaggy hair was making an effort to hide their bruises and black eye. Another slightly older one looked pale and tears came to her eyes when she looked at Kirin.
Poor Kirin lay trembling and quietly weeping, her delicate wings now a mess. Ada struggled to keep herself from hurling this mornings's roasted hare all over Benjamin.
Benjamin reached down and wrapped one large, scarred hand around Kirin's tiny wrist and pulled her up. When she tried to pull back he grabbed her jaw and Kirin screamed again. The man ran one large fat finger down Kirin's jaw and along her collarbone, drifting downwards slightly. "You can have the dagger for free" her purred and Ada noticed the bulge in his pants. "Pleasure doing buisness with you Benjamin" Ada held out her hand to shake Benjamin's, reaching back into her belt with the other. Starstruck Benjamin did not take his eyes off Kirin and held out the hand that was not holding Kirin in place. "Yeah" he cleared his throat "pleasure." Ada held firmly onto his hand and did not let go, when Benjamin looked at her for an explanation it was too late and her sword was unsheathed and had sliced straight through his wrist.
Ada grabbed Kirin and pulled her back, now that Benjamin had let go of her. In shock he clumsily tried to reach for his sword but Ada whacked him hard on the leg. Swinging her sword over her head she let the flat end collide with Benjamin's ear and he attempted to cover his head with his one hand-less arm. Swinging her sword again she hit him very hard on the top of the head and Benjamin fell unconscious to floor. Ada did not release her tense battle-stance for a while, surely this man had other's protecting his dirty little secret. Sheathing her sword she turned "Fritz, gather all the children here," and dropped to her knees before Kirin and threw both arms around her.
"Kirin I am sorry. Are you okay? I am so so sorry. I would not let anything happen to you" She pleaded into the young girl's hair. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,724 | 1,199 | 16 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Fritz
Fritz had watched the vile trader be consumed by roots, the somewhat grotesque spectacle almost fascinating him as the roots behaved with a will of their own. He was about to ask how such a thing could happen when he remembered his first encounter with the imp, and how a root had grabbed his ankle and held him in place. Shivering at the thought that such a fate could have been his he looked around for Aergar before he spotted him stood beside the trader’s wagon, with an innocent grin covering his face and a glint in his deep amber eyes.
When the imp next emerged from the wagon Fritz continued to watch him, his mind still turning over what his opinion of him should be - beyond suspicion that was. He had found some kind of staff amongst the trader’s goods and was now wielding it, his attention fixated immediately on the children that Ada had saved before he approached them.
"Fritz," the imp scolded as he reached to untie one of the knots, "You've got that shiny new knife, don't you know how to--"
Suddenly Aergar fell silent and a look Fritz had never seen spread across his face before a strange transformation began. The girls each began to morph into animals whilst Aergar became noticeably weaker, leaning on the new staff desperately as in the blink of an eye the girls finished their transformations before bounding into the forest, one of them pausing a few moments to bow her head gracefully towards Ada in some kind of thanks.
There was silence for a moment as the group stared at Aergar somewhat dumbfoundedly before he collapsed forwards, obviously exhausted from what had just happened. Frit glanced at Ada to see what he should do, but she was watching the imp with a curious gaze – who was now regaining his composure slowly as the plant life around him wilted and died before he shakily stood again, picking the staff up and examining it closely. Fritz guessed by what had happened and how he was handling this staff that it was the cause of what had just happened. The imp did not look his usual self, and even seemed to grow sadder as he examined the staff before he suddenly cast it away, the wood changing and cracking slightly as soon as he released it.
"That wasn't me," Aergar said, shaking his head. He waved his hand at the staff. "Keep that, I don't want it." Even as he spoke his gaze lingered on the staff and he looked like he was longing to pick it up again. Suddenly the imp turned and bounded into the forest as he disappeared, it seemed that whatever it was it had definitely unnerved him. Picking up the rope that had only a few moments ago bound the girls and examining it he asked “What was that all about?” Kirin seemed to share his confusion and the pair talked about what it could have been. She was still very shaken up about what had happened with the trader, and Ada as well was acting strange with Kirin, apologising several times. "Fritz," she whimpered, her lip trembling, "I'm scared. I want to go home."
He squeezed her hand and smiled at her “It’s okay Kirin, you’re safe.” His gaze moved up to Ada who was quickly beginning to loot the trader’s wagon with Fimion. “Ada just needed your help” he explained slowly, searching carefully for the right words “she wouldn’t let anything happen to us, she just could explain that she needed your help at the time.” He let his words linger in the air for a few moments before he turned his gaze back to her, looking into her eyes as he added with a smirk “besides, I promise that I will make sure you’re safe. I was just about to heroically leap forwards and slay that beast of a man before Ada beat me to it.”
He grinned at his own joke, hoping it would make Kirin feel better. But as he continued to look into her eyes his grin faded as he realised that he had meant what he said. Blushing slightly Fritz looked away from her face before he stood and turned his attention towards helping the others, shooting Kirin another quick smile before he did.
Time passed quickly as they travelled, Fimion regaling them with numerous strange tales and stories. Fritz listened intently to them all, and in return told them a few of the myths, legends and stories from his own world. Before long they had reached Haneul and Fritz gazed at each and every thing, taking in the sights and asking numerous questions about almost everything.
The tavern was no different, the boys curiosity knowing little constraint s he bombarded Fimion and Ada with question after question. This continued almost entirely until Fritz slipped into a slumber, exhausted from almost everything he had seen and been through – happy to be next to Kirin as they both slept. He dreamt of everything he had seen and heard, a kind respite from the usual dreams of his parents and his home. When he awoke he was alone in the room, initially panicking as he wondered where Kirin and the others were. Moments later the door to the room opened and Fimion came in with a tray laden with numerous foodstuffs and a large bottle of something.
“Ah you’re awake” he said with the familiar grin on his face “I thought we should eat and drink before we begin our day. We have a lot to do today.”
“Where are Kirin and Ada?” he asked, slightly confused.
Fimion’s smile faltered for a moment before he told Fritz that Ada had gone to take her back to her family, before he added “But don’t worry. I’ve come to learn that fate has a way of bringing those we care for back to us” a knowing smile on his face.
Fritz’s expression turned to one of slight disappointment “Oh, I just thought that... I mean I’d hoped that we could have spent more time together.”
Sitting beside him on the bed and setting the tray down Fimion sighed before he said “I know you wanted that. But sometimes we must focus on not what we want, but what we have. Besides, you’ll find that if you concentrate on yourself for the time being then before you know it things will work out. Besides, you need to focus on your first lesson with me, if you ever hope to be able to use magic.”
Fritz glanced up, his eyes once more sparkling with curiosity. Fimion was right, he guessed. Kirin needed to be home and back with her family after what she had been through, and he needed to focus if he hoped the same for himself. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,725 | 1,199 | 17 | 1,944 | 2,307 | Ada
Aegar unexpectedly returned by the time Ada returned to the party. Willow was eagar to return home and after feeding and grooming him Ada followed up on Fritz's progresses with magic. For the moment, he was getting the hang of alchemy, and had succeeded in making a bean grow into a plant. She paid the inn keeper 5 crowns the next morning. 4 for the room, and a very generous tip of a single crown. The horse's hooves clattered as they left the courtyard and leaped onto the gravel, holding their heads high and ears pricked with interest. They travelled for a couple of hours, and Ada imagined murdering Aegar five different times. Each one more gruesome and gory than the last. The sights amused her and she struggled to keep from smiling.
Eventually Ada saw what she needed to: a thin trail of smoke rising out the forest tree tops.
She pulled the wagon over and spurred the horses into the forest. With the help of Aegar the trees seemed to lean out the way for the wagon to push through into the deeper parts of the forest. She hoped out the drivers seat and landed like a cat, with bent knees and ankles. "Aegar! This is your forest, so what is that smoke over there?" When he could not respond she raised her eyebrows and muttered something about a know-it-all. Fritz thought he heard her say "not such a know-it-all now are you?"
Ada shooed them all out the wagon and gave each a water skin and a small bag of food. She was reluctant to give anything to Aegar-under the impression he would bound off and find his own- but when he gave her big puppy eyes she handed them over. Then Ada locked up the wagon. First with a large brass key she kept on a chain, along with four other keys, and several rings. One being from Kirin's father. Then secondly with magic. Fritz and Fimion watched amazed as she moved around the wagon - from which the horse's were unhitched and let free to do as they please - chanting spells. First a golden shower rained down on the wagon and it became still and even sagged a little. Then it lost it's paint became dull and began to peel, the wheels sank into the Earth and as a finishing touch, Ada added a hole in the roof. She explained to Fritz that Duplo- who was still inside as a soft toy could get out, but no one could get in. If anyone were to look in the hole in the roof the wagon would appear empty and abandoned. With no floor and no contents. It broke Ada's heart to see the wagon like this, but the thought that only she could undo the spells comforted her.
As she turned and walked away, the party following, she thought she could feel the wagon glaring at her from behind her back. "Aegar, what's the quickest way to get to the trail of smoke?" Eager to show off his knowledge of the forest he trudged on before all of them and still having received no explanation, Fritz and Fimion followed. | Never herd of it, but I am getting Dragon Age:Origins soon for my PC so I will have many rp's centered around those idea's as well ;P |
43,726 | 1,200 | 0 | 963 | 69 | The tower has been activated again, new players are coming in, Wishes and Death mix well...
All player start in the Modern day city, skies were colored into a dark orange and the sun was as red as blood, the people were missing and the only thing standing in the floor are Players, the world is as messed up as a maze with different parts on the world colliding and only a map of the floor left in their phones.
All the buildings were intact and several sounds echo through the town, Gunshots and a loud Howl of three dogs can be heard in the distance.
A knapsack, a weapon and a old flip phone sits infront of the players for when they awake. | Shion Ruby
Age: 18
Gender: Female
ID: A - 003
Appearance:
She has long straight White hair with Alice Blue highlights at the tips of her hair with short bangs that reach up to her nose, covering her right eye she has Heterochromia where she has her right eye being Silver colored and left eye being Alice Blue.
She has white skin complexion and a thin physique, as well as small hands.
Personality:
She has a split personality, as she wears an eye-patch, she covers one eye to make sure she tells people which personality is active.
Silver Eye - Is her softer, innocent and more cheerful side, she is relentless and can be very childish at times. She is kind and friendly to others like this. She leaves her hair down.
Alice Blue Eye - This her more... less innocent side, she is more Sadistic and enjoys murder, still keeping her cheerful side into a more twisted way, she ties her hair into a ponytail like style but is messy either way.
First weapon:
Are a pair of gloves and her boots that make her punches and kicks stronger.
Power:
Drive Form - This gives Shion the ability to turn her into different forms, Strength, Wisdom and Cunning.
Strength makes her Silver eye turn to a Crimson color, she gains fire as an element and is given two longswords with increased strength.
Wisdom makes her Alice Blue eye turn to a Navy Blue color and she gains the elements of Ice, Lightning and Reflect and is given two pistols.
Cunning makes her Silver eye turn Light Green and she gains the element of Wind, Darkness and Poison and gets two knives. |
43,727 | 1,200 | 1 | 1,992 | 1,058 | A little girl had awoken in the plaza, her silent yawn cutting through the emptiness of the world around her. The girl opens her eyes, rappidly blinking them in order to get rid of any sleepiness she would have retained from her slumber and absentmindedly raking her brain to find out what she'd been doing earlier, not noticing that she had been sleeping on cold, hard gravel only a few seconds ago. Her long pink hair almost floated around her as she turned her head to look at her surroundings, her eyes widening in surprise and fear when she noticed the unfamiliarity of the world she was in. The area around her looked strikingly similar to her own hometown, only the fact that there were no people mulling about, and none of the land marks that should have been around her only added to the unease that she wouldn't have felt had she been in her own bustling community. 'Where... Where am I?' The girl asked internally, looking to the sky and noticing its unnaturally red sun.
Panic started to set in, the little pinkette's legs started to shake in her fear. Where was she, really, and what could be even do about it? She had no money, no family outside of her community, and no idea how she could get to said community from this place that looked so similar but entirely different. She fell to the ground, shedding silent tears as she wallowed in her despair. 'Mom... Dad... How will I ever see you two again...' she cried, and cried, trying and failing to keep her voice quiet in her sorrow. Her tears fell until she had no more, and when her eyes ran out her heart began to weep instead.
Shaking, violet eyes finally notice the few annomolies that littered the ground, her eyes widening in shock when she noticed the phone on the ground. She half-scrambled, half ran to the device on the ground quickly flipping it open and turning it on, her tears quickly drying on her face in the wake of her new discovery. With a phone, she could find out where she was. With a phone, she could contact her family, or maybe even the local authorities to come and get her. With a phone... She had a chance to get back home.
(What's on the phone, dear GM?) | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,728 | 1,200 | 2 | 963 | 69 | On the phone was a message.
"Welcome Mira Ragi
To the the Dream Tower, you might be wondering why your here.
Well you were probably either Dreaming big or your dead, and this is where we come in, if you succeed you will be given a second shot in life or a wish.
If you fail to beat the tower then your body will remain here with a lingering will that will hunt down anything in its path and killing anyone in sight.
You should read the rules before walking out of this safe zone." The message stops there and sounds of gunshots can be heard throughout the city.
The phone beeps again and showing a mission message and a Rule/Progression message.
Mission
Two heads are better than one.
Win: Small supply bag
Loss: No pact creation *Forced Solo* | Shion Ruby
Age: 18
Gender: Female
ID: A - 003
Appearance:
She has long straight White hair with Alice Blue highlights at the tips of her hair with short bangs that reach up to her nose, covering her right eye she has Heterochromia where she has her right eye being Silver colored and left eye being Alice Blue.
She has white skin complexion and a thin physique, as well as small hands.
Personality:
She has a split personality, as she wears an eye-patch, she covers one eye to make sure she tells people which personality is active.
Silver Eye - Is her softer, innocent and more cheerful side, she is relentless and can be very childish at times. She is kind and friendly to others like this. She leaves her hair down.
Alice Blue Eye - This her more... less innocent side, she is more Sadistic and enjoys murder, still keeping her cheerful side into a more twisted way, she ties her hair into a ponytail like style but is messy either way.
First weapon:
Are a pair of gloves and her boots that make her punches and kicks stronger.
Power:
Drive Form - This gives Shion the ability to turn her into different forms, Strength, Wisdom and Cunning.
Strength makes her Silver eye turn to a Crimson color, she gains fire as an element and is given two longswords with increased strength.
Wisdom makes her Alice Blue eye turn to a Navy Blue color and she gains the elements of Ice, Lightning and Reflect and is given two pistols.
Cunning makes her Silver eye turn Light Green and she gains the element of Wind, Darkness and Poison and gets two knives. |
43,729 | 1,200 | 3 | 1,050 | 634 | Yellow eyes open to an orange sky. The teen- almost adult- stayed silent on the ground, not giving thought to why she had been sleeping on the ground, or why she didnt remember how she got there. She instead focused on the memories in her mind, or lack thereof. She remembered that she was Aya Whistler, that she went to a high school, that she had been apart of an extracurricular activity, and that she had a pet.
What she didn't remember is who gave that name to her, which school she went to, what kind of activity she had, and the name and kind of pet she had. Every thing except her name were all general concepts, no specifics. While that worried her in a big way, her biggest worry at that single moment was- 'What kind of sun is red?' Aya asks herself incredulously. She sits up and rubs her dandelion eyes, making sure she wasnt seeing things. But sure enough, there was a red sun in the sky, and the ground she was laying upon was grey, along with being riddled with gravestones and a few peculiar objects that usually wouldn't be there.
Not letting the panic of waking up in an unknown graveyard set in, she instead focused her attention on the white elephant in this situation: A giant battle-axe that was impaled into the ground. The handle was a dark crimson, the decal of a laughing fox with 3 tails ran along the sides of the weapon, one tail of each blade, and the final tail settled on a spike that was buried in the ground. The blades of the weapon were a midnight black, and while the entire thing was completely opposite to anything she liked, it had a familiar presence, like she had used it before hundreds of times.
Picking up her velveteen hat from the ground and fitting it snugly on her head, Aya walks up to the Axe, and braces herself for hard tug to pull the half buried weapon from the ground. To her surprise, it unearthed itself easily, and her excess strength sent her to the ground, the Axe falling ontop of her, light as a feather. Wide eyed and bewildered, Aya picks herself up from the ground for the second time and holds the Axe with ease in both of her hands, the familiarity from before becoming even stronger as she held it. Marveling over the weapon, she drops it in the throes of her wonder. It fell to the ground faster than she could react, digging itself yet another hole in the ground.
Aya sighed, pushing away her fears and questions to the back of her mind as she picks up the weapon once more. Almost absentmindedly, she picks up both the knapsack and the flip phone from the ground as well, placing said phone into the bag as she left the graveyard, looking for the town or city it would be near to, and hoping someone could give her answers before she could start thinking more practical, but despair-riddled thoughts.
(Waaaaay too long, but whatever.) | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,730 | 1,200 | 4 | 1,992 | 1,058 | Magnus, 16 years of age, wakes in the chair of a seemingly abandoned cafe. His warm, brown, eyes peer up at the sky from his seat. Unsure of his location, he stands, planning on exploring his new found location. Before he made it very far, he tripped over a strange object. Which he found to be a sword.
The sword in itself was not very special. The blade is steel and twenty eight inches long, the handle itself is made of a very strong unknown type of wood. In the hilt, there is a dragon etched into it.
After examining the sword, he looked around where it lay, he found a satchel, as well as a flip phone. he hangs the satchel on his shoulder and walks down the street, checking the flip phone as he does. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,731 | 1,200 | 5 | 1,050 | 634 | Aya sighs in relief, seeing the edge of the town she believed would have existed near the graveyard. Sitting on the grass beneath her feet, Aya takes a moment to check the other items she had pilfered from the graveyard. Opening the bag, she was surprised to see at least a week's worth of food and water, almost as if someone had- She violently shakes her head, ridding herself of the thought. If someone had known of her situation, they would have called the local authorities to aid her. Speaking of calling, the other item she had acquired was an old flip phone model, which apparently had two new messages on it. Opening the phone, Aya reads over the first message quickly in silence. Almost immediately after she finished reading the message, she had to stop herself from breaking the phone in angry denial.
So, apparently, she was either dead and going through some sort of trial to come back to life, or had wanted something so bad that she allowed herself to join in a death game for that reason. If she could see her past self, Aya would probably slap her right across the face. Calming herself down, she reads the next message, which held what looked to be her "first mission". What the text said in a nutshell was: "find someone to partner with." Didn't sound too hard to her. Right after the thought crosses her mind, she hears a few loud gunshots coming from the town. Never mind. Walking into the town, Aya starts to hear a faint, hollow crying, as if the source of the sound was far ahead of her. Aya's heart breaks a little, hearing that the source of the sound was feminine and high pitched. A young girl, she was guessing. Adjusting the battle-axe she held on her shoulder, she starts moving towards the sound, hoping that no one was hurt and wanting to comfort the mystery girl. | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,732 | 1,200 | 6 | 1,992 | 1,058 | Magnus scowls at the text message on the old phone. So he was dead or wanting a wish, the hard part was he doesn't remember a thing. Which troubled him almost as much as running into a lamppost. He falls back from the shock of stopping suddenly, as he does he drops the phone to the ground. He sighs and dusts himself off as he stand, he picks up the phone and quickly reads the second message. A scowl spreads across his face again, a mission? That was something he was not prepared for, however there isn't much he could do about it.
He begins to walk again, hoping he wasn't alone in this city. As he begins to walk again, he rests his sword against his shoulder. Sadly it did not come with a sheath. A third glance was needed for him to completely read the text, teammates. So he wasn't alone, of course the young girls scream helped confirm his thoughts. He shoulders his bag and starts to make his way towards the scream. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,733 | 1,200 | 7 | 1,050 | 634 | As Aya walked towards the sound she had heard, the wailing became louder and louder, loud enough that she could almost feel the pain the young girl must have been feeling. Finally arriving at the location, which was apparently the plaza, her eyes locked upon a child. A child, barely older than 9, with a drape of cotton candy hair framing her whole body and face, which was covered by her hands, crying her eyes out in the middle of the clearing. Aya's heart shattered, calling out to the little girl who she didn't even know. It pained her to see someone in pain, especially someone as young as the little girl in front of her. She slowly approached the girl, the child not even noticing her approach.
Her own broken heart reached out to the young child, becoming a support for the small girl to lean upon. Aya sat next to the girl, taking the younger female by surprise by hugging the small child to her chest, letting the young girl feel her own heartbeat, letting the girl know she wasn't alone. A duo of tears fell from Aya's face as she held the small girl. For someone so young to want something so much, or to have died at such a young age... It physically hurt her to see the pain that the world could bring upon a person. "Ssssssshhhhh... D-don't cry l-little one." Aya whispered softly into the pinkette's ear, her stutter being lain open to the world. She caressed the young girl's long hair with one hand, and kept the pinkette close to her, protecting the young one from the pain that plagued her with the other. "Y-you'll be ok... I-i'll protect y-you." Unbeknownst to the teen, her phone popped up with a new message, lighting up the inside of her bag as she committed herself to the little girl with those few words.
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Player B-012 initiating a Pact request with Player A-013...
Waiting for response...
--- | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,734 | 1,200 | 8 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro yawned and stretched rolling out of his bed onto the floor. Except there was no bed and his carpeted floor was now cold stone. Shrio's eyes popped open and he looked around him curiously. What was going on? Shiro reached for the phone in front of him searching for a clue, it defiantly wasn't his phone but who knew what was on it? It had a weird message that said he was trapped in some sort of tower. His head twitched at the sound of gunshots again. Was there some sort of gang war going on? Shrio grabbed the satchel and the metal pole on the ground and looked around. Having absolutely no idea what to do he began walking in a random direction. After a few turns he saw a guy with a sword striding somewhere purposefully. "Hey buddy!" He shouted waving his free hand in the air. "You got any idea what's going on around here?" It was worth a shot, unless he was a bad guy and tried to kill him. But that was really unlikely, right? | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,735 | 1,200 | 9 | 732 | 8,842 | Magnus stops in his tracks hearing the new voice behind him. "huh?" he turns around to face the voice, "oh, no I uh heard a scream, I think there is someone in trouble." He grips his sword handle, unsure if he could trust him or not, he supposes he had no choice.
Looking over the new person in front of him, "hey, what's your name?" he decides to ask. Unsure of what else to say, he lets his sword drop from his shoulder, and he leans on it | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,736 | 1,200 | 10 | 1,992 | 1,058 | Mira had felt it. The edge of her sanity. She had no idea what it was, nor what it would mean if she ever fell from it, but she knew that it was there. At the corner of her mind, she could see herself hanging from it, desperately holding on to it, even as she felt the tears streaming down her face and onto the appendages. She had no where to go, no one to see, nothing to do. She had no purpose and no dream, those two things died with the loss of her life, of her innocence. The pain that had replaced her heart slowly began to replace the rest of her. It became so much that she had nearly become a lowly vessel to it. Then, an amazing occurrence happened.
A familiar warmth started to enclose itself around her, forcing away the chill of despair. It was like a light shining in the middle of the darkness, it filled her emptiness, it made her whole. Mira knew what it was, and what it meant. It was a warmth she knew very well, as it was what had filled her home, what made her community the beauty that it was, and who's absence frightened her the moment she had awoken. It was love, it was kindness. It was the feeling that built itself inside of you, that let you know that someone cared, that someone was there for you. In the light shinning upon the revelation of her death, she had assigned that feeling with life, and had believed that she would never feel it again in this cold, twisted world. But, as Mira uncovered her tear stained face and opened her puffy, red rimmed eyes, she saw something she had believed she would have never had seen in her life. Another person, a human being, and, to her slowly repairing but still broken heart, an angel. A wondrous angel of hope with eyes that reminded her of the sun she had missed, the sun that had shined over her in life.
Feeling the arms that had enveloped her, Mira enthusiastically hugged back, her hands just barely interlocking behind the brunette angel sitting in front of her. Her eyes once more prickled with tears, but these tears were different. They were ones of joy. She wasn't alone anymore. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,737 | 1,200 | 11 | 1,050 | 634 | Pacts were a very strange thing. They were frequently created within the Tower, but not everyone is conscious of them and what they are. They are the ties that bind two souls together, and create a link that makes the souls part of each other. This binding can be initiated and accepted in many forms, as it is a part of internal matters, not external. It is not only an agreement, but also a conversation of the heart. So, when Aya said those seven words in order to calm the little girl named Mira, it was the key to opening the bond between them. The moment Mira had accepted those feelings, the commitment the teen had foolishly made, the Pact was set in stone.
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Pact request accepted.
Initiating bonding procedure.
...
Warning: Enemy Programs Detected.
Engaging Strife Perimeter Program.
--- | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,738 | 1,200 | 12 | 1,050 | 634 | Magnus nods his head and begins to walk again, perhaps he gained a new ally"shiro, huh?" He perks his sword on his shoulder once again. "neat name, we should probably hurry" He begins to pick up the pace, eager for at least something interesting.
However the sight he saw was not what he expected, when they arrived in sights view of the two, he assumed the younger, pink haired, girl caused the scream. Yet all was clam now | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,739 | 1,200 | 13 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro paused a moment, hm, he'd expected his new friend to reciprocate with his own name. Whatever, he could just call him sword guy. After a few more turns they found two girls huddled together. Then his new phone buzzed and Shiro quickly glanced at it, enemy programs?His confusion was somewhat abated when he saw the the weird dog creatures suddenly appear around them. Alright, so they were playing a game of some kind. That was alright, Shiro was pretty good with games. He took a few steps forward and stood next to the two girls, staff held protectively in both hands. "I don't mean to butt in gals, but it looks you've got some unwanted company." The odds were 7-4, but the four of them looked as though they had better weaponry compared to the dog guys. Of course a club could still smash your skull in, but they would just have to try to avoid that.
Shiro considered tactics for a moment. Well the most obvious thing to do was engage them one at a time before they had a chance to use their numbers to greater advantage. To that end Shiro charged the closest one, not the leader looking dude. He hurled his backpack at the thing's stomach, let out a fierce, unintelligible yell, then quickly swung his metal pole in a devastating overhead swing at the dog guy's head. Given that it was successful he would turn around and guard himself from the ones that would doubtless be coming in behind him. If not he would keep swinging as hard as he could, relying on strength and speed more than skill to overwhelm the one in front of him before he could get flanked. | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,740 | 1,200 | 14 | 1,050 | 634 | Aya watched the two teens go after a few of the Hounds. Thank goodness, they're on her side. She shoulders her battle-axe, getting up from her position next to the little girl. She has never been in a single fight before, never wielded a weapon in her life, but this entire situation and the weapon in her hand felt as natural as breathing. The Hound that the black haired teen weighed in against had dodged the backpack that was thrown at it, but had been so focused on the object that it didn't notice the follow-up, being hit right on the cranium and falling to the floor. Aya wasn't sure if it was dead or not, and was surprised at non-chalant behavior she was exhibiting at the sight.
The second teen had tried a stab at another of the Hounds, but he had missed, the beast hopping to the side of the blade. Aya had no doubt that it would had ripped the boy's throat if he hadn't swung his blade to fend off a would-be-attacker. As he started to run towards Aya and her charge, the Hound had taken the open chance to try and leap onto the teen's back, another Hound not far behind. The Thug and one of the unengaged Hounds had started to run to the black-haired teen's position, the Thug swinging his bat vertically from the right to try and smash the teen's chest cavity, and the Hound aiming a swipe with it's right claws to hopefully rake at the teen's left leg tendons down low. The last two Hounds turned their sights on Aya and the pinkette, both of them growling and stalking closer and closer. The brunette teen pushed the younger girl behind her, holding her Axe infront with a single hand, the other keeping the little girl behind. "S-stay close. I s-said I'll protect you." She stuttered out. There was no way that these beasts would hurt the pinkette. She gave her word, and was going to keep it. With a wordless battle cry, Aya raised her battle axe to bare, holding it with both hands, and committed to a horizontal swing of her massive weapon against one of her foes. | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,741 | 1,200 | 15 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro felt a bit of sadness as the beast crumpled to the ground. He hoped it wasn't dead, even if it might've wanted to eat them. He turned to see sword guy had followed him and was now beset by more of the beasts. Shiro took a step to help but was stopped by enemies of his own. He was torn for a moment, sword guy needed help but there was no way Shiro could get past these guys fast enough. Frustrated and driven by instinct Shiro raised a hand open-palmed towards the oncoming enemies.
He exhaled loudly and felt a drain of energy, as though he'd just sprinted a hundred meters and sand blasted out of his hand, blinding the two seeking to attack him as well as the second hound that was closing in on sword guy. He had to take care of these dummies before he could help anymore so he once more swung his metal pole in a massive two-handed smash on the Thug's head. He didn't really want to kill anyone but he had little choice in the matter. In another moment he would replicate his action on the other one, hoping it would be blinded long enough to let him finish it off as well, before moving to help sword guy. | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,742 | 1,200 | 16 | 1,992 | 1,058 | Magnus follows the blast of sand with surprise, that was certainly new to him. As he turned he noticed the other hound, he had been careless. He stops as quickly as he possibly could. during his slide to a stop, he spins his sword in his hand and plunges it towards the blinded dog.
No feelings of remorse were in his heart as he attempted to plunge his sword through the blinded dogs skull. If one was looking into his eyes at the time, no warmth would be there, only cold and anger. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,743 | 1,200 | 17 | 1,050 | 634 | Aya finally tagged the Hound she was attacking, having taken three other swings of her weapon before hand and taking it out with her fourth. The weapon shred straight through it's body, going through one side and out the other like a knife through butter. The two sides fell to the ground, and after a few seconds the dead body exploded into pixels. Heaving her weapon up and resting it on her shoulder, the brunette lets out a sigh of relief. Now, there was only one more on her side... which was no where in sight. Her eyes widen exponentially, turning around only to see and hear a loud gunshot, a bullet burning a clean hole through the other Hound's head. The source of the bullet was a now-in-shock Mira, who started to vomit onto the ground because of her actions. Dropping her weapon, the older teen wrapped the younger girl up in a hug once more, carrying the girl away from the exploded pixels of a now disappeared corpse and a puddle of upchucked food. She sat down, keeping the girl in her lap and head at her chest, trying to calm the girl down as she looked over the situation of the other teens.
Only to look away as the tanned teen shoved his blade straight through a Hound's skull. He's okay.
She instead checked on the other teen, and nearly stopped comforting the girl in her arms at the sight. The Hound that tried to bite him was now scratching at it's eyes, trying to dislodge some kind of dust that somehow appeared on it's face. The Thug, however, was the real pressing issue. The black haired teen had at some point swung at the Thug's head, only for the Thug to take the blow surprisingly well, and use the contact to hold the boy's pipe in place. The Thug's club was raised in order to follow through with a randomly thrown overhead swing, which would probably be followed by another few random swings if he didn't get the teen with the first hit. He was as blinded as the Hound, only difference was that he had a firm hold on the teen's pole. | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,744 | 1,200 | 18 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro growled a bit in spite of himself. This brute was a bit stronger than the other one. Doubting that he could wrest the pole from the Thug's grasp he reluctantly released the weapon in time to dodge a wild wing of the club. Knowing that he had to act fast before they recovered from whatever he had done he rushed forward, slipping behind the Thug and letting out a yelp of pain as a second swing of the club smacked into the meaty portion of his thigh before he completed the maneuver. Luckily only one nail scrapped the outside of his leg, leaving a ragged bleeding gash, very painful, but not too debilitating. In a movement born of hours of practice Shiro's arms slipped around the Thug's arms and snaked into a distinctive lock on the Thug's neck. It was one half half nelson and one half sleeper hold, technically a move he had only seen on TV but he'd done both halves of the move before so it was a simple matter.
In another moment Shiro bent down, slamming his knees into the back of his victim's knees and heaved upwards and backwards, forcibly lifting the Thug into the air and slamming it on its head, leaving Shiro in a bridge position with the Thug on top of him, the only difference between being that the Thug's head was slightly embedded into the floor. Shiro was breathing heavily as he waited for a moment for any movement. If he felt even a twitch he would twist and slam the Thug into the ground once more, reversing their current position. If even that failed to get rid of him then Shiro would continue choking the Thug until he finally gave in. Given the Thug either managed to convincing play dead or was disabled Shiro would extricate himself and re-arm himself, with the intent of finishing off the remaining blinded hound that had tried to attack him in a similar fashion to the first two. Hopefully it would drop as easily as the first. | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,745 | 1,200 | 19 | 963 | 69 | A bright light appears behind the Enemy lines. A girl who was 5'7 ft in height and had a thin physique with pale skin, her hair was white and long, reaching halfway across her back and her bangs covered the right part of her face reaching up to the nose.
She wore an over-sized white shirt with a Arc'd end and a Dark blue jacket with a Shattered glass design, her sleeves folded and Cargo pants her Navy blue eye was glowing and she pointed both her pistols at the blinded Hound.
She held two pistols and fires at the last standing Enemy Programs, the sound of gunshots rang but the girl didnt seem to mind the ringing, she had a blank expression when firing and the Enemy Programs start turning to orange ash which flew up to the sky, the girl puts her pistols away and a light engulfs her again for a second changing her only visible eye to an Alice Blue color.
"Hm, Four players." The girl says as she turns to a more happy expression and puts both her hands in her jackets front pockets
"Two males and Two Females, and a young female at that..." The girl continues as the little girl catches her eye, she takes out her phone and lets out a sigh as she looked at it before putting it back in her pocket. | Shion Ruby
Age: 18
Gender: Female
ID: A - 003
Appearance:
She has long straight White hair with Alice Blue highlights at the tips of her hair with short bangs that reach up to her nose, covering her right eye she has Heterochromia where she has her right eye being Silver colored and left eye being Alice Blue.
She has white skin complexion and a thin physique, as well as small hands.
Personality:
She has a split personality, as she wears an eye-patch, she covers one eye to make sure she tells people which personality is active.
Silver Eye - Is her softer, innocent and more cheerful side, she is relentless and can be very childish at times. She is kind and friendly to others like this. She leaves her hair down.
Alice Blue Eye - This her more... less innocent side, she is more Sadistic and enjoys murder, still keeping her cheerful side into a more twisted way, she ties her hair into a ponytail like style but is messy either way.
First weapon:
Are a pair of gloves and her boots that make her punches and kicks stronger.
Power:
Drive Form - This gives Shion the ability to turn her into different forms, Strength, Wisdom and Cunning.
Strength makes her Silver eye turn to a Crimson color, she gains fire as an element and is given two longswords with increased strength.
Wisdom makes her Alice Blue eye turn to a Navy Blue color and she gains the elements of Ice, Lightning and Reflect and is given two pistols.
Cunning makes her Silver eye turn Light Green and she gains the element of Wind, Darkness and Poison and gets two knives. |
43,746 | 1,200 | 20 | 732 | 8,842 | Magnus glances around as the hound turned to dust as his blade plunges into its brain. He searched for other enemy programs, hoping they were finished off. He makes his way towards his acquaintance, after only a few steps towards him, the gunshot fired off.
A blinding white light filled his eyes, a few milliseconds after the light, a splitting headache rumbled through his head causing him to stop short and grip his head. He dropped his sword as well, it hit the floor hard | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,747 | 1,200 | 21 | 1,992 | 1,058 | She was definitely frightened, but immensely happy at the same time. She felt wrong, as well as so right. Her feelings were jumbled and clashing with each other, as the brunette angel petted her hair and held her close. Mira didn't want to be let go, didn't want to return to reality. Within the teen's arms, she felt as if she was home, where her family was smiling, laughing, and filling her with love. But she knew that she was not, knew that she was in a bad place that she didn't want to be. The vomit that lined the bottom of her nightdress served to outline that.
Quickly coming to a conclusion, the young pinkette gave the teen a brief hug, thankful for the embrace and love she had been given, then stepped out of the hold onto reality once more. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils as ashes flew into the sky. A man was on the ground, his sword laying next to him, the other male questioning a woman who didn't seem as welcoming as the teen she had been with. Taking a moment to steady her breath, as she did instinctively when she shot the Hound, she looks towards the gun in her hand, sighting another of the same make a few feet away, tucked within a leather holster next to a bag. The girl takes the holster and belts it around her waist, placing the first gun within it to free her hands, then takes the bag and slings it across her shoulder. She was killed, she has killed, and now she will kill to protect the one who reminds her of life. That was the new motto that ran through her head, the conclusion that she had found and had focused herself upon as she had first left the brunette teen.
She will follow it, even until another death, because she will not lose a 'life' ever again. She will be strong, and learn how to lose her fear. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,748 | 1,200 | 22 | 2,597 | 1,735 | Magnus blinks his eyes several times to releive himself of the blinding light, a ringing filled his ears, yet soon passed. The one who named himself shiro asked him a question, what was it? No matter, the headache has passed as well. He needed to tell him his name.
He gathered himself and brought himself to his feet, while he stood up he noticed his sword and picked that up as well. Turning towards shiro his leans slightly on his sword, a painful memory splicing its way into his head "my name is Magnus" he called after him | Aren Ryte
ID
C-418
Age
19
Gender
Male
Appearance
Aren stands at 5'6", and is rather slim, though he does seem to have built up some small amount of muscle, mostly in his legs. He has a rather effeminate face, and is androgynous in appearance. He keeps his black hair long, letting it fall around his face, ending just past his shoulders. His eyes are blue-green in color, and his skin is considerably pale.
He usually wears a black T-shirt and jeans, as well as a grey jacket that seems slightly too big for him.
Personality
Aren, at first glance, seems to be a very cynical and bitter person, as if he holds a grudge against the very concept of life itself. He is quick to distrust others, and annoyed when his appearance is brought up, but overall seems complacent with his current state.
First Weapon
A pair of daggers.
Starting Power
Targeted stealth: Aren can make himself invisible to any single target for a short period of time. |
43,749 | 1,200 | 23 | 1,050 | 634 | Aya watched the new arrival shoot the final Hound, starting to see the others regain their bearings. The young girl in her arms wiggled out of the embrace, only go hug the teen back for a brief moment then go into a certain direction, where the brunette could see the sister weapon of the young girl's. Over hearing the two male teens exchange names made the female gain a light blush of embarrassment, forgetting to ever even ask the little girl's name before swearing to protect her.
She opens her mouth to ask the pinkette, but an unfamiliar voice stopped her. "Hello. Seems like you all had a fun fight." the light, feminine voice greeted. Aya looked towards the source of the voice, finding a teen girl standing a distance away with two daggers within her belt. Ignoring the new arrival for a moment, seeing that the teen hadn't made a contribution to the fight she spoke of, the sunhat-wearing female instead got up from the ground and walked over to the young pinkette, who now was equipped with everything she had started with. "H-hi there... I never really asked for you n-name before. I'm Aya, what's yours?" The teen asked nicely, giving the smaller girl a little smile, and waiting for her response. | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,750 | 1,200 | 24 | 963 | 69 | And another player arrives Shion says as she looks at the person who has just arrived, she crosses her arms as if she was waiting for something and she pulls out her phone.
Her eyes widen as she read's her phone and she walks up to the young man.
"Hello there, i see you dont have a partner." Shion says to him as she walks around him in circles and scanning him, she seemed unarmed as she looked around him and noded.
"Yep, Im picking you." she continues but, in reality it was either him or find someone else who seemed free and she didnt feel like doing the second option. She taps a few buttons on her phone and a message goes to the young man's phone
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Pact Request for player ID: C-418
Do you accept? Y/N
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Age: 18
Gender: Female
ID: A - 003
Appearance:
She has long straight White hair with Alice Blue highlights at the tips of her hair with short bangs that reach up to her nose, covering her right eye she has Heterochromia where she has her right eye being Silver colored and left eye being Alice Blue.
She has white skin complexion and a thin physique, as well as small hands.
Personality:
She has a split personality, as she wears an eye-patch, she covers one eye to make sure she tells people which personality is active.
Silver Eye - Is her softer, innocent and more cheerful side, she is relentless and can be very childish at times. She is kind and friendly to others like this. She leaves her hair down.
Alice Blue Eye - This her more... less innocent side, she is more Sadistic and enjoys murder, still keeping her cheerful side into a more twisted way, she ties her hair into a ponytail like style but is messy either way.
First weapon:
Are a pair of gloves and her boots that make her punches and kicks stronger.
Power:
Drive Form - This gives Shion the ability to turn her into different forms, Strength, Wisdom and Cunning.
Strength makes her Silver eye turn to a Crimson color, she gains fire as an element and is given two longswords with increased strength.
Wisdom makes her Alice Blue eye turn to a Navy Blue color and she gains the elements of Ice, Lightning and Reflect and is given two pistols.
Cunning makes her Silver eye turn Light Green and she gains the element of Wind, Darkness and Poison and gets two knives. |
43,751 | 1,200 | 25 | 732 | 8,842 | Big gun girl and Shiro both turned to face the new person who may or may not have been of either or both genders. Without a name or such it was hard to make a nickname but he quickly settled on knifey, for obvious reasons. Shiro looked at the phone big gun girl pulled out in surprise and he suddenly remembered the pact dealio. He pulled out his own phone and looked at it again, reward: small supply bag. Hey, free stuff and a buddy? Pretty good deal. He looked at sword-guy, Magnus, and hit the button that said, "send pact request". In a few moments he heard a corresponding beep from the boy's pocket, indicating that he had received the message. "Wanna team up?" He asked then turned to big gun girl again. "You never answered my question, who are you, and what's going on?"
Pact Request for player ID: B-001
Do you accept? Y/N | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,752 | 1,200 | 26 | 2,597 | 1,735 | Magnus fumbles for the phone in his pocket as it vibrates, indicating he received a message of some kind. "what?" He asked as he checked the message sent "oh, uh sure." He accepts the pact request.
Accepting the pact request could doom him, or save him. He wasn't quite sure yet. Hoping for the best, he returned the phone o his pocket and walked over to
Shiro"who's she? And him?" He gestures to the older female weilding a gun, then the male with knives. | Aren Ryte
ID
C-418
Age
19
Gender
Male
Appearance
Aren stands at 5'6", and is rather slim, though he does seem to have built up some small amount of muscle, mostly in his legs. He has a rather effeminate face, and is androgynous in appearance. He keeps his black hair long, letting it fall around his face, ending just past his shoulders. His eyes are blue-green in color, and his skin is considerably pale.
He usually wears a black T-shirt and jeans, as well as a grey jacket that seems slightly too big for him.
Personality
Aren, at first glance, seems to be a very cynical and bitter person, as if he holds a grudge against the very concept of life itself. He is quick to distrust others, and annoyed when his appearance is brought up, but overall seems complacent with his current state.
First Weapon
A pair of daggers.
Starting Power
Targeted stealth: Aren can make himself invisible to any single target for a short period of time. |
43,753 | 1,200 | 27 | 1,992 | 1,058 | Mira couldn't believe her ears. Her angel had a name. A name to be called by. Aya. The name slipped off of her tongue, soft like a feather. The little girl would remember that name for the rest of her life. The younger female responded to the teen, but her voice was even softer than the brunette's. "...Mine is Mira," the pinkette mumbled, her answer barely being heard by the sunhat-wearing teen, her face blushing slightly as if she had just told some dirty secret. Mira walked over to the older girl, and buried her face in Aya's stomach, as if embarrassed by saying her own name aloud. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,754 | 1,200 | 28 | 963 | 69 | Shion looks at the young man somewhat dissapointed. But then again, being thrown into an unknown tower and following missions isnt a thing everyone would do on the get go.
"Anyone else want to partner up?" Shion said in a low tone and turns back to the young man.
"Seems like no one else wamts to, besides. Its not that bad." Shion continues as she laughs lightly | Shion Ruby
Age: 18
Gender: Female
ID: A - 003
Appearance:
She has long straight White hair with Alice Blue highlights at the tips of her hair with short bangs that reach up to her nose, covering her right eye she has Heterochromia where she has her right eye being Silver colored and left eye being Alice Blue.
She has white skin complexion and a thin physique, as well as small hands.
Personality:
She has a split personality, as she wears an eye-patch, she covers one eye to make sure she tells people which personality is active.
Silver Eye - Is her softer, innocent and more cheerful side, she is relentless and can be very childish at times. She is kind and friendly to others like this. She leaves her hair down.
Alice Blue Eye - This her more... less innocent side, she is more Sadistic and enjoys murder, still keeping her cheerful side into a more twisted way, she ties her hair into a ponytail like style but is messy either way.
First weapon:
Are a pair of gloves and her boots that make her punches and kicks stronger.
Power:
Drive Form - This gives Shion the ability to turn her into different forms, Strength, Wisdom and Cunning.
Strength makes her Silver eye turn to a Crimson color, she gains fire as an element and is given two longswords with increased strength.
Wisdom makes her Alice Blue eye turn to a Navy Blue color and she gains the elements of Ice, Lightning and Reflect and is given two pistols.
Cunning makes her Silver eye turn Light Green and she gains the element of Wind, Darkness and Poison and gets two knives. |
43,755 | 1,200 | 29 | 92 | 2,185 | la la la la. I'm singing a song. la la la la. That was the song. Cassie was skipping down the streets singing this over and over again. "This place is soooooooooooo pretty." Then she stopped. "Where is everyone. I haven't seen blood other than my own in soooooooo long." She then screams out as loud as she can, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHERE ARE YOU NUT SACKS AT! I WANT TO PLAY THIS 'GAME'. COME TO MEEEEEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then the phone in her knapsack buzzed, "Ohhh?"
---
WARNING! Enemy Program Detected.
Strife Perimeter Program Engaged.
...
New Mission Received!
Defeat the Enemy Program (THUG)
Success: Your Continued Survival
Failure: Deletion
---
"Hehehe. Come out come out wherever you are. I wanna play with you." Another maniacal laugh comes but not from her. She jerks her head in the direction to see a thug walking towards her. "Hey there big guy. You wanna play with a sweet an innocent girl like me. It'll be fun." The thug just grunted as a response and ran at Cassie lifting his metal pipe above himself. Before he could bring it down Cassie launched herself to the side of the thug and injected her bright blue Piercers into the side of the thug hitting as many vital locations as possible and severely stunning the Thug. Cassie jumped back as the Thug tried to smack her away. "Awww. You don't like my style of acupuncture. You're not as much fun as I thought you'd be." The Thug just angrily grunted at Cassie and started running at her again, "YOU BORE ME!" Using her speed she darted to the Thug and swung herself around and up him to end up on his head where she proceeded to repeatedly stab the thug right in the head until he fell over and disappeared under her. "WHAT! NO BLOOD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She looked down and didn't even realize that using her ability the way she had caused her to be severely light headed. "I don't feel so good." Was the last thing she said before passing out. | Delete] |
43,756 | 1,200 | 30 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro sighed, now she was outright ignoring him. Not cool. He looked at his phone again. Wasn't he supposed to get a reward for pact creation? Whatever. He grabbed the small bag he'd came in with and his walking pole and looked around. Well he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now but anything had to be better than sitting around doing nothing. "Well I don't have another quest yet, but nothing good will happen if we just wait around so I'm going on a walk." He said calmly as he took another look around. "Alright swordgu- I mean Magus. We're a team now so I guess we should stick together." Shiro waited to make sure Magus was following him, then began walking forward. Given that he was uninterrupted he would probably encounter the unconscious Cassie laying on the floor. Which would naturally result in Shiro worriedly rushing to her side and attempting to wake her up and make sure she was okay. | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,757 | 1,200 | 31 | 2,597 | 1,735 | Now he was kinda doubting this pact. If this guy keeps checking on every unconscious girl here, we aren't going to get anywhere. "Why don't you just pick her up, then we'll, I dunno, go to some hotel or something?"
He rolls his eyes and rests his sword against his leg. The lack of a new mission bothered him slightly, as well as the lack of a reward. However it really can't be helped if the tower is faulty.
He pops open his phone and checks on it, the time maybe was around afternoon? It seems to have been that time for awhile, or these clocks are bogus. Anyways that doesn't matter at all. What matters is getting out of this dang tower | Aren Ryte
ID
C-418
Age
19
Gender
Male
Appearance
Aren stands at 5'6", and is rather slim, though he does seem to have built up some small amount of muscle, mostly in his legs. He has a rather effeminate face, and is androgynous in appearance. He keeps his black hair long, letting it fall around his face, ending just past his shoulders. His eyes are blue-green in color, and his skin is considerably pale.
He usually wears a black T-shirt and jeans, as well as a grey jacket that seems slightly too big for him.
Personality
Aren, at first glance, seems to be a very cynical and bitter person, as if he holds a grudge against the very concept of life itself. He is quick to distrust others, and annoyed when his appearance is brought up, but overall seems complacent with his current state.
First Weapon
A pair of daggers.
Starting Power
Targeted stealth: Aren can make himself invisible to any single target for a short period of time. |
43,758 | 1,200 | 32 | 1,050 | 634 | Mira, huh? Aya instinctively stroked the pinkette's long hair, becoming somewhat used to the action from repeated instances in a single day. The little girl seemed so shy, even more than the teen, herself. Aya mentally swore to try, will, become strong in order to protect the child. It was a daunting task to be sure, but the teen had no idea how long it would take to get through the whole tower. She didn't want Mira to lose hope, to give up and let herself lay down and die. Aya knew that somehow, somewhere, this little girl's family was waiting for her. All the teen needed to do is to keep the girl alive long enough to see them again.
Aya noticed the original pair of teens start to leave the area, headed in a seemingly random direction. She wanted to thank them for their help, believing that she and Mira would have died if not for them. The brunette took her partner by the hand, and headed for the two before they could leave. "U-umm..," Aya tried to catch the duo's attention, her voice soft even within the open plaza. "T-thank you two... F-for rescuing u-us..." The teen curtsied towards the two, the ends of her sundress within her hands. Her head was bowed downwards, wide-rimmed hat covering her embarrassed face. | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,759 | 1,200 | 33 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro paused and turned at the soft voice calling out to him. Upon hearing Aya he shrugged off the praise as nonchantly as he could. "Really it was no trouble at all." Despite the fact that there was a rather large bloody gash on his leg, luckily on the leg away from the two girls so they couldn't see it. Dang did it sting though, he probably needed to rip something up and bind it. He was hoping that reward sack or whatever would have some first aid in it but that seemed unlikely at this point. "Maybe you should come with us though, it'll be easier and safer to explore with more of us." He waited patiently for the girl's response. To be honest he would've felt bad about leaving her and the smaller girl all alone and would feel much better about the whole thing if they came with him. | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,760 | 1,200 | 34 | 1,050 | 634 | Instead of immediately answering the teen, to which she would have replied 'yes, please', Aya turned to her young charge. The pinkette had her own opinions, and the teen wanted to hear them. They were partners in this effort, and she knew that Mira might have a different idea of going about the situation. Yes, the girl is at a very, very young age, but she still has a voice, and sometimes children can come up with the most amazing things. "W-well... Wh-what do you think w-we should do, Mira?" Aya asked the younger girl, keeping any hint of a patronizing tone out of her voice. Speaking of their partnership, the hat wearer remembered a reference to some sort of reward for creating a Pact with another person. The teen brushed the thought from her mind, however, believing that she must have just been seeing things. | Name: Magnus Williams.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Appearance: Warm, friendly, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. While being 5"10', and weighing 140 pounds, he has a rather fit build. His normal attire is a blue shirt with bright green stripes at either side, he usually wears grey athletic shorts.
Personality: Magnus is a rather easy going friendly guy, who has a terrible temper. While he, at times, can keep his temper down, when he succumbs to it, it's similar to an explosion. At time Magnus can be somewhat of a goof ball, playing around rather then being serious. However, when needed, he can be quite serious.
First Weapon: Magnus uses a twenty four inch sword, steel sword, which he is rather skilled with.
Starting Power: energy control: The user can create, and use, bolts of energy that cause sudden pain when hitting an opponent. The user can only summon ten per recharge, however they can summon smaller orbs of energy that only cause disorientation.
Id: B-oo1 |
43,761 | 1,200 | 35 | 963 | 69 | 'I suppose he's right..' Magnus thinks to himself as he stops. He turns his body to face the soft voice, help could be useful for all of them. "Might as well tag along" he adds to his partners suggestion.
He was starting to feel that shiro was more the in charge type. Which works for him because he honestly was not feeling up to leading anything. Of course it's only a duo, so you don't really have a leader. Still there's always the one who is meow in charge. | Shion Ruby
Age: 18
Gender: Female
ID: A - 003
Appearance:
She has long straight White hair with Alice Blue highlights at the tips of her hair with short bangs that reach up to her nose, covering her right eye she has Heterochromia where she has her right eye being Silver colored and left eye being Alice Blue.
She has white skin complexion and a thin physique, as well as small hands.
Personality:
She has a split personality, as she wears an eye-patch, she covers one eye to make sure she tells people which personality is active.
Silver Eye - Is her softer, innocent and more cheerful side, she is relentless and can be very childish at times. She is kind and friendly to others like this. She leaves her hair down.
Alice Blue Eye - This her more... less innocent side, she is more Sadistic and enjoys murder, still keeping her cheerful side into a more twisted way, she ties her hair into a ponytail like style but is messy either way.
First weapon:
Are a pair of gloves and her boots that make her punches and kicks stronger.
Power:
Drive Form - This gives Shion the ability to turn her into different forms, Strength, Wisdom and Cunning.
Strength makes her Silver eye turn to a Crimson color, she gains fire as an element and is given two longswords with increased strength.
Wisdom makes her Alice Blue eye turn to a Navy Blue color and she gains the elements of Ice, Lightning and Reflect and is given two pistols.
Cunning makes her Silver eye turn Light Green and she gains the element of Wind, Darkness and Poison and gets two knives. |
43,762 | 1,200 | 36 | 1,992 | 1,058 | The violet-eyed girl loved the contact. It made her feel safe, warm, like she was back in her home again. Aya wasn't only the angel that brought her back to life, but also the anchor that kept her within it. Should the brunette ever fall from grace, Mira would jump right after her in a heartbeat. Later, when her heavenly guardian levied for her opinion, the young girl was shocked by the honor. She looked over the two men, noting their weapons, which weren't as amazing as her angel's. Mira gave her partner a short nod of approval, eyes calculating the usefulness of their new companions. If nothing else, they would be good cannon fodder like those weak units in the video games she used to play. | Mira Ragi
Age: 8
Gender: girl
Appearance: long, pink hair that reaches her back. pale skin, violet eyes. wears a night gown that goes down to her feet. doesn't wear shoes.
Personality: always quiet, never speaks unless spoken too. when shown genuine affection (she can tell), she will latch onto that person and give them the kindness they would give her. never shows anger, except through the tapping of her foot on the floor. in her mind, she thinks she's a dependable, video game superhero. the most likely to say 'level up' in her mind when she beats something.
First Weapon/s: two, single shot dueling pistols. are reloaded through a mekanism on the sides.
Starting Power:
mirage: she can make a person see what she wants them to see, and make them unsee what she doesn't want them to see, with the other senses aiding the illusion by creating phantom feelings of what would normally be felt if the 'mirage was real. creating these 'mirages' hurt her, causing pain and sometimes visual wounds (depending on the scale and length of the 'mirage'). they can be permanent, but a permanent scar would appear along with immense pain.
ID: A-013
Died in a car accident. |
43,763 | 1,200 | 37 | 732 | 8,842 | Shiro took a step back in surprise at the sudden box dropping in front of him. "Sweet, I was wondering when this would show up." He said excitedly and took of the lid, as he'd expected, first aid supplies along with a few snacks and other tidbits. Shiro took a seat and quickly cleaned the gash on his leg and bandaged it as best he could relatively quickly. After that he would put the rest of what he got into his bag and get back up again. The two newer people were still totally ignoring everybody else, which Shiro was mostly fine with, they didn't seem very... Stable. "Anything else before we get moving?" He asked. Clearly he didn't like staying in one place for very long and was eager to find out how to get out of here. | Name: Shiro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiro is heavily built, obviously well muscled, and just the slightest bit overweight. He has short black hair that sits on his head like a mop, barely reaching past his ears. He is around 5 feet and 8 inches tall and weighs about 220 pounds. He's white but clearly spends a good deal of time in the sun. Shiro has eyes that are a mix of brown and green, a sort of forestry camouflage thing.
Personality: Shiro is a bit like a puppy. He loves talking and making friends, finding himself at home in social situations. He likes being challenged but takes a somewhat straight forward approach to problems. Shiro also tends to make light of situations and isn't a big fan of conflict, mostly the emotional and mental kind. He isn't afraid of putting himself on the line for something he believes in and is always ready to put out a kind word of encouragement to someone that needs it.
First Weapon: A metal quarter staff.
Starting Power: Shiro can generate and fire rocks at a rapid rate. He can produce rocks of sizes between sand sized particles to fist sized lumps. The size determines the speed of creation and using this power drains Shiro at an astounding rate if used for anything more than short bursts.
ID: A-017 |
43,764 | 1,201 | 0 | 587 | 1,829 | In an alabaster castle:
A young man, nearly a boy, sat in a throne amongst shimmering white marble. “Well,“ he began, “It’s no Raftel, but it certainly is a great spot.” He began. “Yes your highness,” A voice came as a man clad in a black version of an admiral’s coat over a suit bearing a breast plate. His hair was an iron-gray, a black goatee framed his face, and his eyes dark and hooded. “Though, we still must find it if your plans are to work, Lord Leon.”
The young boy spat as if in rejection to the words. “Tis only a matter of time, and we have all we need.” He said. “You have been a great help to me as well admiral. But soon, all of our dreams will come true, once we have found One Piece.” The boy began chuckling manically as he gazed upon the army within his castle. “The day will come soon.”
Meanwhile, on the island of Frux:
A great festival was soon to be held for the bounty of fruit that had been produced on neighboring islands. They held this festival every year in order to spread the much needed fruit to those who need it, though some instead chose to sell the fruit instead to the highest bidders for a profit. The Marines had allowed this as it seemed that many black market deals were made on the island for the trade of Devil Fruit, and the easiest way to confiscate these fruits for the Marine’s use, was to convince the sellers to sell, for top dollar of course.
The sellers would usually not see the light of day, as it was a trap, but nary a soul suspected such a thing from the Marines. Because of this, many high ranking members of the Marines would arrive to the island, though due to its small size, only a select few would show up. Sometimes a traveling performance group would arrive as well, putting on a show for those arriving and earning a hefty sum as well.
Many travelers would come to share tales of their adventures and wealth, some of locations of supposed secrets, some to test their mettle against others. A few ships would even come in to look for new crew members, and on one rare occasion, pirates would attack the island, but that’s in the past.
On Frux, one day before the actual festival:
It was a regular day for Pan, as he left the barracks on his first off day in two weeks. It had been hard for him to do so as the festival was preparing to kick off tomorrow, and the fort would need all available hands for security. The island was a rather regular island, large enough to house a medium sized town and a Marine Fort. The Fort held around 200 marines including captains, and a small bunker for new recruits. It was a small island, back water some may even call it, but it was a step in the right direction for Pan. The only thing large about the town was its huge wharf and harbor, capable of taking 20 Marine Battle ships, and a company of smaller sail boats. He slowly explored the town as he took in the surroundings, a few booths and carts were strewn about throughout the town, the pubs were lively with chatter and the smell of alcohol in the air, and the streets were starting to fill with people, but only a few for now.
He went about the town normally and arrived at the Harbor, the blue skies and calm ocean made it look like a great day to be outside, or even go sail. He saw the various ships that had arrived, and noticed a few that looked odd, decorated by their crew perhaps. Various ships colored odd colors, one with a blue sail and mermaid relief carved in the front, another had a Skull with a mustache made of flexing arms, another a skull and crossbones with a fruit instead of a skull. So many odd ships, pirates perhaps?
"I know it's my day off...but-" He began before getting cut off.
"Hey you, Marine guy!" A slurring voice yelled at him.
"Hmm?" Pan turned towards the voice, a large muscular man with a mullet stood, his face blushed red from alcohol consumption.
"You think you're so tough? Hic! I'm Sa-sa-Samson!" The man seemed to stammer keeping himself from hurling. "The Strongest man in the seas. I've got a Bounty on my head of 500,000!"
Pan was confused, was the guy offering to turn himself in, or challenging him?
"So you and your five- er... 6...9... All your friends better get ready to beat me!" He said as he took a step forward and tripped over his own feet, falling and knocking himself out.
"Umm..." Pan said. "Are you alright?" He said. The snoring of the man calmed him slightly. However, he had to get the guy either to HQ or off the streets. He began to pull on the man's shoulders trying to drag him away, but to no avail.
"Need some help love?" A kind voice came from behind. Pan turned around and found a large smiling woman. She reached down and easily started pulling the man to the side.
"Thank you Ma'am. Is this guy a Pirate?" Pan asked. The woman laughed heartily.
"This guy can't even hold a pint of larger! No, he's a merchant like meself, but he likes to make a name for himself wherever he goes." She said.
"Oh, that's good. His bounty isn't real then?" Pan asked.
"No, he just says that to impress people. He's gonna get himself killed one of these days doing that." She said. "Sorry, name's Aida. I run the fruit ship, bringing needed Vitamins to sailors and islands alike."
"That's very generous of you Aida." Pan began. "Well, as long as he's safe, I guess I'll be going now." He said as he started walking off.
"Oi! Aida the fruit woman! I heard about your ship!" A scraggily voice came. "I'm here to buy all your fruit. My crews on the verge of scurvy." A large pale blue bearded male pirate said.
"Ugh. You again." Aida said, Pan turning to watch. "Look Bloo, I told you I'm not giving you that fruit. Besides, I have to give a fair amount of the rest of the fruit to all the other islands."
"Bloo?" Pan said, "As in Bloo the Blue beard?"
The pirate gave a hearty laugh as three more pirates soon flanked him.
"That's right, The Scariest Pirate in East Blue, and unlike our friend over there, I actually do have a 5,000,000 bounty. So you better run kid."
Pan was shocked. An actual pirate out in the open, with a sizable bounty on his head.
"No! I may be off duty, but it is my job to protect the people from Pirates." The pirate laughed and pulled out a pistol to Pan's head.
"Start running kid." Bluebeard said pulling the trigger. In that instant, Pan drew his sword, and then Samson had a sudden burst of consciousness in which he pushed the boy out of the way yelling, "No, he's my fight!" then passing out once more.
Pan crashed into the fruit cart, the pirates yelling as they drew weapons to attack Samson and Pan, when they all stopped. Pan looked up as the fruit began to fall on him. He opened his mouth wide in shock as the large melons and such began to pelt him. But the pirates stopped because a strange swirl patterned fruit began to fall, right into Pan's mouth.
All the pirates yelled in surprise as the fruit was swallowed whole. Aida was wide eyed!
“That was the special fruit I was hiding to give to the Captain at the Marines!” She yelled
Bluebeard quickly pulled the kid up and began punching him in the gut. "Spit it out! Spit it out!" He yelled, the third punch going straight through his stomach as the boy melted around his arm.
"Ugh! What kind of fruit did he eat?" Blue beard yelled as the new pile of goop moved around in confusion and began to try and reform.
“That’s the Puni Puni Fruit! It turns it’s user into a gooman!”
“What use would the Marines have for that?!” Blue beard yelled in confusion, before noticing the goo was now the lower half of Pan and began running.
"Quick boss, if you grab another fruit and kill him, the devil fruit might reincarnate in that."
"Right." Blue Beard yelled as he grabbed a melon off the ground. "First one to kill him, gets 20000 of my treasure! We’ll be rich if we get that devil fruit!" He yelled.
The three pirates ran towards the now fleeing goo legs and torso. Blue beard pulled his gun once more to fire, when Samson tackled him and fell asleep.
"Get, off me!" Bluebeard yelled as he tried to struggle out of the man's sleeping grasp. The other pirates continued without him. Aida ran after Pan.
“Wait! Come back!” Bluebeard yelled.
“No way, I’m not letting you kill that sweet boy. Besides, he’s a marine, I still have to collect my commission!” Aida yelled back as the chase continued. | Name: Birdy D. Blade
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Birdy is short around 5'1' or 157 cm in height with brown eyes and has unruly black hair that sticks out in all directions regardless of any attempts to comb it. His skin's been lightly tanned by constant exposure to the sun after a few years of wandering around and sailing from place to place and he has a scar across his left cheek and another much larger scar across his chest, both from close calls with rival swordsmen despite his young age. His most notable feature is the large rectangular metal delivery box slung across his back with the words 'Hi-Speed Delivery' painted onto it. Other than that he generally wears a pair of metal-studded geta and a short, loose purple jacket over a white shirt, both of which have the word 'Blade' written on them as an advertisement for his family's school.
Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Birdy carries what appears to be a very large insulated metal box for delivering ramen and other soups (similar to the one depicted to the side here but larger and longer) on his back, which has the words 'Hi-Speed Delivery' painted on it. It does not contain delicious soups but in fact stores his entire collection of various swords and blades in rotating racks allowing him to switch out multiple swords at need. If needed the Delivery Box can also launch the blades at high-speeds, and as it is incredibly heavy and dense the box itself can be used as a blunt weapon. This is the trademark of his Infinite Sword Swap style, as he changes his swords and fighting style out mid-battle to adapt to opponents or achieve different effects. Birdy is actually an immensely gifted swordsman for his young age, though he fights as much with tricky tactics and wild improvisations as he does pure skill.
History: Birdy D. Blade was a boy defined mainly by three things. His natural gift for the sword, his intense love of good ramen and his overwhelming laziness. The first and last of these traits produced a constant conflict in his life as his mother and father ran a very well-respected school of swordsmanship on his home of Jackdaw Island and as their heir they pushed him constantly to succeed and he pushed back just as hard to be left alone to his life of idleness. Despite his unwillingness to train and focus on daydreaming he was able to pick up far more than even some of the more dedicated of his parents students, though he loathed the idea of a life dedicated to the sword.
His whole life changed one day when a Marine Commander stopped by his little home island when he was only twelve years old. Having heard of the reputation of Birdy's family's school and fancying himself quite the master swordsman, he challenged Birdy's parents to a duel with the implication that if they actually tried to beat him their training hall would be wrecked and calamity would befall their family for not massaging the man's ego. Foolishly not realizing exactly what was at stake and not wishing for his father and mother to be humiliated, Birdy took up the challenge. Despite his blackmail and desire to flaunt his skills the Commander's ability with the sword was not entirely undeserved and it was mainly through luck that Birdy managed to best him. Still, the man was absolutely humiliated that some kid from a tiny island had beaten him and vowed to destroy him. In fact it wasn't long before Birdy's blatant humiliation of one of the Marines' alleged finest earned him a bounty on his head despite his young age, and for the sake of his family and their school he was forced to leave and go on the run. In the two years since then he's suffered constant attacks by both bounty hunters and swordsman looking to test their reputations against this alleged young prodigy and he's therefore decided to become the strongest swordsman in the world so that his reputation will scare people off and earn him some peace. |
43,765 | 1,201 | 1 | 2,578 | 469 | Axel Bauer, strongman, peaceman, relaxman
"Ahh~ The sweet smell of the sea." A large muscled man muttered to himself, in his usual thick accent, as he leaned upon the railing of a fine merchant vessel. He was lucky to have caught a ride with the group as he was scheduled to preform at their destination. The island of Frux, a quaint little place that masks their big happenings below. For the annual fruit bounty festival, a grand event that drew people the world over, takes place here. There is almost too much to choose from during the festivities, hell you could get even the most exotic of Grand Line fruits around this time. Of course, this draws another type of fruit to the market in a much more sinister sense.
Lucky indeed the man was, for the seas had become less calm as time went on. A storm is brewing perhaps, and it certainly wouldn't have been wise to row all the way out here all on his own. Plus the company of merchant sailors and other hitchhikers is always lovely. Even upon the ocean of a coming storm, the waters had calmed this mustachioed entertainer. Ever since he had escaped from what was left of his plague ridden country, the ocean had always drawn out the anxiety and nervousness within him. Those years upon the circus ship were truly his happiest.
But this does not mean the man cannot have happier years ahead, besides he still feels great joy and takes immense pride in the performance of his strongman act. Whether it be great feats of strength to the daring do of audience challenges, there was something even more than the adulation of the act. Perhaps it amiable familiarity that his audience grew with him. No, it must have been the feeling that he experienced during the first performance of the circus that he saw as a child, the hope for the future that it instilled within him, the betterment of troubles once had, the pure and raw power of. . .
"LAAAAAAAAND HOOOOOOO!"
The piercing bellow of the ships navigator shook the muscled man from his deep thought. Had so much time passed already? And just as it was said, the quaint wooded isle of Frux sat just upon the horizon. The large marine encampment prominently stuck up, rising above the rest of the harbor town below. With a short sigh the strongman gather up his pack and readied himself for departure, and the many other passengers did much of the same.
Finally as the gangplank lowered upon the docks those aboard began to disembark. With another thanks to the captain of the vessel the foreign man strided onto land. The smell of the sea still fresh in his nostrils, and the hustle and bustle just before the festivals coming, "Alright Axel, what to do today? Some sightseeing?" He spoke to himself as he tends to do, enjoying the relative peacefulness upon the isle of Frux. Perhaps he would find a nice meal for his rumbling stomach, maybe he'd enjoy a nice walk in the woods, or possibly even. . .
"GET OUTTA MY WAY! THAT BIG MUSHY MEAL-TICKET IS ALL MINE!!"
Again that solemn mountain of thought was stricken back to reality as he spots an impossibly odd pile of goo slinking off with a young child in tow. And just behind them, a scurvy group of furious sea dogs. Never a dull moment that he can relax in it seems. | Alright, well here we go! And looks like I am number one.
Axel Bauer
Age – 43
Gender – Male
Appearance - As depicted above. Often wearing a white button up shirt, connected to green slacks by suspenders. Occasionally seen with a generic red with white polka-dots bandanna. Standing at around 6'4" with glorious rippling muscles. Axel exudes an aura of manliness.
Personality – Axel is a man of staunch patience and determination with a quite thick Scandinavian accent. Always wearing a hearty smile and giving friendly handshakes. He is a man of extreme manliness and glorious facial hair. Often acting as a fatherly figure or advice giver, some may see him only as a mountain of muscle, yet there is an intense thoughtfulness within him. Often does he lose himself in ancient memories and love for nature. With his rather strong willpower his convictions may never fail
He is at the very core a manly man, one who would sooner sacrifice his own life to save those less fortunate. Though he cannot exactly recall why that decision has been made. A deep love for all life is heavily rooted in his psyche, and it shows through his travels. Due to such, Axel is a very peaceful man.
Arsenal – What more is needed than his mighty muscles?
Biography – Growing up as an orphan on a rough and tumble island in the North Blue is about as hard as you can expect. At such a young age children often left alone at home, whether by abandonment, disease, wars, or simple tragedy, learned quickly to take care of themselves. Of course, Axel was no different, for at the ripe age of five the young boy was ripped of his parents by a sweeping plague. Such horrors for children to witness. Not only the atrophy of pestilence, but the inhumanity that comes with it.
Life goes on, or so they say, and the rest of the world is ignorant to the fate of orphan boys with no future. Everyone except for a certain group of entertainers that changed young Axel's life around. A traveling circus of different men and women from all walks of life seemed to take quite an interest in those poor family-less kids. Axel saw one thing in this troupe of merry makers, more than the joy they brought to young boys and girls, no, it was hope. Hope for a future off the desolate rock.
So of course the young and scrawny little Axel stowed away in the circus ship as they were getting ready to leave. And with a final goodbye to the island in which he grew up harshly, the boy was off to see what the world had to offer him. Eventually those of the circus had accepted and welcomed the boy with open arms. In a way, they became the family he never truly had. His first fond memories consisted of the jovial nature of their travels. Whether it be putting smiles upon the faces of children or the simple merriment of his band of entertainers, Axel was happy.
Under going many changes, the once scrawny and bullied boy learned much of the moral code that would define him from their lovely ringmaster. Becoming a strongman, Axel finally gained the strength to protect the innocent, and he learned quite a bit about the manliest facial hair there is. For many years, this was the standard in Axel's life as he became a greater and greater influence on those around him. But as we all know, all things come to an end.
Eventually the ringmaster had passed away peacefully. It was decided that the traveling circus could not continue without his mighty role and was thus disbanded amiably.
Over the course of the years he had spent as a circus entertainer, Axel has become physically powerful. As well as learning quite a bit about sailing as the circus traveled from island to island, But most of all, the man has obtained a deep respect for all life, no matter how wretched.
Ultimately, Axel hopes to find new meaning through his wanderlust. But most of all, he'd like to put smiles on the faces of those who need them most. |
43,766 | 1,201 | 2 | 1,972 | 780 | Seth sighed as he walked out of a tavern. Yet again he tried to find pirates who would hire him and again he was shot down by their laughter. It was mostly due to his appearance. He didn’t look his age. He looked more like a teenager then an adult. It wasn’t his fault he looked so young. Yet he simply sighed again and wondered the streets of Frux. Since coming here he spent three days trying to find any crew that would hire him. His fear of not being able to accomplish his assignment was starting to set in.
He did everything: he drank the discussing ale that was served in the taverns; he tried acting cocky like all the pirates in the tavern. Hell he even got into a fist fighting match with a pirate. Nothing was working. The fact that he would need to try again and taste the ale again nearly made him puke. How they could stomach the stuff was beyond him. The ale tasted like sewer water mixed with days old eggs. Seth heard a commotion followed by a gun shot. He had gotten use to the various noises in the village from the up and coming festival, but a gun shot was new. He raced towards the noises,
He saw a goo legs and torso run past him and as he looked towards where it had ran from. He saw a bunch of pirates. One was being Blue Beard, a well-known patriate with a massive bounty on his head. His first instance was to calm to be from the navy, but then he realized he would compromise his mission. Hell, what do I do? Maybe act like a noble pirate and stop him. Sure, me, stopping Blue Beard? Next I’ll be taking One Piece for myself. Crap, what do I do? Seth thought.
“Guess I got one option,” Seth muttered before he turned to Blue Beard. This is going down as the most stupidest thing I’ve done! Seth thought before said, “So the famous Blue Beard out in the open. Guess it’s my lucky day. I’ll cash in your bounty and live like a king.” He tried to act cocky and sure of himself but anyone with a brain could see he was faking. That’s when Seth noticed the other pirates. Oh come on! More of them! Seth thought. He was starting to wonder if he should just follow the goo and run as well. | Name: Seth Rush
Age: 21
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Devil Fruit: Tetsu Tetsu no Mi (Metal Metal Fruit)
History:
Seth was born to a black smith family. While he was still young his mother and father showed him how to craft great weapons. At the age of six he crafted his first weapon, a sword he called Gate Keeper because on the blade looked like the bars of a gate. From then on he continued to work on his craft as a black smith. By the age of thirteen he and his friends were out exploring the forest outside their village. As they explored Seth found a strange fruit hanging from a dead tree. His friends dared him to eat it. Seth being the adventurous type took them up on their offer. He ate the fruit in two bites and nearly threw it back up as the taste of metal filled his mouth. They were soon driven out of the forest by a hermit screaming at them. All Seth heard from the hermit was, “You’ve just doomed yourself boy! May the gods have mercy on your soul!”
When Seth returned home he felt sluggish and sick. He quickly got into bed and fell asleep. He awoke in the middle of the night as screams echoed in the village. He quickly got up and ran down stairs. When he ran out of the house he saw the village on fire as pirates attacked everyone. He found his mother and father fighting them and ran inside to grab a sword, but when he took his Gate Keeper from the shelf, it felt like it weight a thousand pounds. Try as he might, he was unable to lift the sword or for that matter, any weapon. He ran outside towards his parents. If he couldn’t use a weapon, he’d use his fists. He tripped over a dead body and fell at the feet of a pirate. The pirate smiled as he lifted his axe and swung down at Seth. All Seth could do was use his arms in defense. He felt a pressure on his arms and felt small fragments hit his body. When he opened his eyes he was dumbfounded. His hands and arms where covered in silver metal and the axe blade had shattered. The pirate was in shock and Seth took that moment to strike. He quickly got to his feet and punched the pirate with all his might. Seth heard the cracking of the pirate’s skull with every punch he delivered. Seth looked at his hands and arms as the silver metal suddenly changed into liquid metal and sunk into his skin.
He felt something hit the back of his head and he fell unconscious. When Seth woke up, he found himself in a warm bed and a nurse hovering over him. He started to get up but the nurse quickly stopped him. When he asked where he was, the nurse told him he was on a navy ship that passed by the island his village was on. He then asked about his parents. The nurse simply shook her head and stated he was the only survivor of the massacre.
After arriving at the navy base, Seth decided to track down the pirates that attacked his village and killed his family. He joined the navy and quickly discovered that the fruit he ate was a Devil Fruit called the Tetsu Tetsu no Mi. When he did research on the fruit he discovered his body could create liquid metal, become liquid metal, and he could make the liquid metal into a sort of armor. He also found that the Liquid metal was weak against extreme weather conditions like heat and cold. it also didn't protect him from anyone with an electrical ability like lightning or electricity.
By the age of eighteen he became well adapted in the way to use his Devil Fruit powers. Through the years he met various types of pirates and found that many of them where actually more Nobel than many of the Navy personal. he found himself under Captain Siege and from then on he felt as though Captain Siege was a second father. Captain Siege taught him all the ins and outs that the academy didn't teach Seth. When Seth was ready, Captain Siege gave him an assignment. he wanted Seth to act as a pirate and go under cover to understand how pirates think and to get a head start on any that wanted to cause harm to innocent people. Seth was nervous that his cover would be blown but with Captain Siege reassuring him. Seth went off to start his assignment. He was now one step closer in finding his parents killer. but something wade heavy in his mind. it was what Captain Siege told him when he explained why he joined the navy. "When you get your revenge, what then?"
Appearance: |
43,767 | 1,201 | 3 | 1,192 | 1,095 | From the one of the taller buildings in Frux, Sid watched the events take place that lead to BlueBeard to speak up about the bounty on the man made of goo. Sid had not cared about anything else going on besides BlueBeard. He needed to take him down and prove himself to the world at large. Making a name for himself would ensure that World Government would take notice and so would other pirates. He could amass a crew strong enough to shatter the foundation of the very world and end the tyranny of the Marines. For now though Sid would stop the bounty of the goo man and fight back against BlueBeard. Sid jumped from the building like a hawk diving for it's food.
"Catfish DROPKICK!"
Water morphed around his leg in the shape of a giant catfish. Combined with the water based attack of Fishman Muay Thai Sid's flying kick connected with explosive fury against the face of one of the pirates. The pirate flew backwards into a group of the men that wanted to take the bounty that BlueBeard proposed. Sid landed behind the mushy man and stood as a wall between the mushy man and the individuals that wanted to take the bounty.
"You bastards aren't taking this bounty unless you get through me. I, Barbossa Sid, Son of the Strongest Fishman in the World, won't let you harm one hair on this man's head." Sid spoke confidently to everyone with a grin on his face.
"Get out of my w---" One of the pirates thought to walk forward and press Sid only to be met with a crushing elbow to the nose knocking the man to his butt.
"BLUEBEARD! I'LL BREAK YOU AND PROVE I'M THE SUPERIOR CAPTAIN! ANYONE WILLING TO HELP, I'LL MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE! JOIN MY CREW AND BECOME THE GREATEST CREW TO ROAM THE SEAS!" Sid pointed toward BlueBeard with his fist closed. | Name:
Barbossa Sid
Age:
19
Species:
Human/Fishman
Gender:
Male
Weapons:
Sid uses nothing but his own body as a weapon. He is an expert on the art of Fishman Muay Thai, an art created by the Octopus Fishmen.
History:
To be blunt, Sid is the son of the Strongest Fishman in the World. Not strongest man but Strongest Fishman. A tall legacy for Sid to live up to and his father would make it difficult for the boy to do so. His father, a megadolan shark named Armada, was an abusive teacher whilst his mother, a human named Barbossa Mary, maintained a somewhat gentle approach with her child since she had retired from the pirate life. His father would travel often and Sid was left to train under his father's firstmate an Octopus named Pachi. Pachi taught Sid endlessly in the knowledge of his fighting style to mold him into the pirate he'd eventually become.
Tragedy struck Sid's life when a logia appeared with a crew of men. It had been years since a logia showed up in the Waizo country. To think someone would attack a town in the Waizo COuntry, killing many including Sid's mother. Pachi managed to hide the two until the attack was through. Sid lost a part himself that day that he refused to give up. One thing they managed to find out was that the logia user possessed a marine emblem on his jacket. It had been years since the Marines dared to sail in Waizo waters. That day Sid made a promise to become strong enough to destroy the Marines and best even his father, the man that wasn't there to save Sid's mother.
Several years passed and Sid finally decided to journey from his country. He was ready to achieve his destiny. |
43,768 | 1,201 | 4 | 1,972 | 780 | Pan on the run
"GET OUTTA MY WAY! THAT BIG MUSHY MEAL-TICKET IS ALL MINE!!"
Pan heard behind him as a pirate was sent flying ahead of him. He hopped over the unconscious body and continued running, his head finally reforming.
"I gotta find a way to get away fast!" He yelled to himself as he looked back, seeing now, a sizable crowd on his heels, that crazy kid right behind him, swinging that...delivery box? That's what it looked like. He yelled in fear even louder speeding up as quickly as he could. He came up on a series of alleys and streets he knew he could try to lose some of his pursuers.
"Ah! Pan! What happened to your arms!?" A pair of Marines asked as he ran past.
"No time to explain! Help me!" He yelled running past them.
"You got it!" one of the two replied as they drew their swords, charged...and were promptly defeated, flying into the air as they were run over by the stampede.
"Oh crap! This is bad. I didn't even like the fruit! It tasted awful!" Pan yelled as he ran with eyes closed tightly, turning down a street quickly and feeling a sudden human shaped object in his way. He felt a strange feeling as he made contact and felt himself seem to shrink slightly.
As he came to, he found himself on the ground, his mouth moving automatically,
"Watch where you're going!"
He realized he hadn't meant to say those words, he hadn't even thought them. Then his eyes were opened once more and he found his mouth move once more.
"Where'd that blue haired-" his mouth was cut short as his gaze went down to a pile of marine clothes, as well as his weapons on his lap, his body now changed. He was instead, a woman, about an inch shorter than him he guessed, but he couldn't control anything going on. The scantily clad woman was wearing a purple bikini top and a pair of leather pants, a strand of brown hair reached the edge of his vision. His gaze looked up as the crowd passed by, a pirate stopping and asking him if an armless marine came through. The woman he was currently in freaked out and jumped dropping the clothes.
"Ah! There's a naked Marine running around here somewhere!" She yelled.
The pirate freaked out at the shouting girl and took off afraid of getting into any kind of trouble. He doubted anything would happen, but when a girl yells at you, you just start running. The girl looked down at the pile once more and picked it up folding the clothes.
"Eww, this is so gross. He ran straight into me too!" She said. You have no idea. Pan thought to himself. The girl then looked towards the fort.
"I guess I should report this up there." She said as she headed that way. She saw a few more marines run past her yelling about pirates. She wasn't worried though. There were plenty of Marines here to deal with pretty much any threat, so she thought.
Pan sat quietly thinking about his predicament, and it wasn't until the girl made it to the gates of the fort that he even thought of trying to get out of her. He watched her get stopped by the marines and he tried to move her body to get their attention, but nothing happened.
"Yeah, he crashed into me, and all that was left was this. I think he ran off." She said as she placed the things down for the guards to take.
"Thank you very much Ma'am. No worries, he'll be punished for the problems hes caused, and we'll get his stuff back to him. Now, for the report, I need you're name." The guard said.
"Oh, it's Umi. Umi Iruka." She said.
"Alright, take care ma'am." The guard said as he wrote the name down. Umi walked off and turned by the gate on her way back to the town.
Alright Pan, think. Relax, you can find your way out of this right? Just...Relax... Pan told himself. Suddenly, he felt himself melt once more as he slid off Umi's body. As he sat as a pile of goo once more, Umi suddenly collapsed exhausted. Pan reformed much more quickly than last time, and stood by the fence and gate. He's just lucky that no one was there to see him. He sighed and turned towards the gate ashamed, as he hung his head ashamed.
"Hey guys!" He yelled as he approached the guards.
"Oh, Mrs. Iruka! Was there something else?"
"Iruka?" Pan asked before looking down at himself. He was an exact copy of the girl he had just basically been. "Woah!" He said in astonishment.
"Mrs. Iruka?" The guards asked him.
"Oh, um..." Pan said beginning to sweat. "I, uh, think I know the guy actually. I just remembered I told him to go to my house." Pan said scratching the back of his borrowed head. "So I thought I could just take the stuff back to him."
The guards were confused. "Um. Sure. Do you still want us to report him then?"
"No, thank you though. Later!" He said snatching the pile quickly and leaving. He turned and sighed heavily against the fence before staring down at the unconscious Umi.
"Oh crap, please don't be dead!" He yelled.
"Mrs. Iruka!?" The guards yelled as they ran around the fence. Pan quickly jumped into the bushes, and watched them awaken Umi. She said she must've fainted and began her walk back to town, the guards waving politely as they returned to their stations.
"What do I do now?" Pan asked himself as he stepped out of the bushes and looked at his clothes.
On the Docks:
Bluebeard began to laugh, the unconscious man on his back wobbling back and forth from the laughs, before being pushed off Bluebeard's back. Bluebeard stood smiling.
"You truly believe that a brat like you can beat me? What a joke." He said cracking his knuckles and neck.
"I'm not worth 5,000,000 Berries for nothing you know. I'm what they call a fishman killer. Men, Women, even children are no concern of mine. Whatever is in the way, I kill it. Normally my bounty would be higher, but with so many new fish showing up in my pond, the bounties have changed a bit." He said. "Taste my steel!" He yelled as he pulled from his belt a cutlass, strangely inlaid with what appeared to be a revolver. He then charged the boy trying to stop him from getting that devil fruit.
A bit into the town:
The pirates were surprised by the appearance of a half fishman. At least, that's what they assumed he was after pulling off an attack like that. "You're gonna pay for that you little runt!" One of the Pirates yelled as he charged with his cutlass. However, he was stopped by another man who had joined the group after the 20,000 Berry man.
"Allow me. I've always wanted to try my hand at hand to hand combat with someone who knew Fishman Muay Thai." He said. The man was in a pure white Gi, a black headband and belt constrasting the color. "Can you face my Dragon Style Rising Fist?" He asked as he got into a fighting stance.
Meanwhile further in, a strange man with a black, greasy pompadour haircut stood in the way of the now charging mob. He held with him, a long metal brief case.
"Excuse me, but I'm looking for a certain young swordsman. I heard he sparred with my uncle at one point in his journey, and I'm here to return the favor." He said. "I am Gai Daichoju of the Daichoju Family, and I am ready to test my skills." He proclaimed producing a Nodachi from his case.
At The Fort:
A marine quickly ran into the office of the head captain of the Fort.
"Sir. Forgive the Intrusion, but we have a bit of a problem!" The nameless marine yelled.
The captain sipped from his cup of tea, and poured for the other two figures in the room.
"Oh, uh, forgive me sir. I didn't realize that you were entertaining guests." The marine said.
"It's fine." The captain said coldly. "State your business."
"Well, you see sir, we've got a problem in town. It seems that Bluebeard has arrived on the island and started trouble."
"Ah, bluebeard is here?" He said with a hint of curiosity.
"Yes sir. Reports state that the Fruit Woman who was to sell the Devil Fruit to the Marines got into trouble with him, and one of our Marines was in the crossfire. He ate the fruit sir."
The Captain's eyebrow and voice raised.
"What? Find him! We need that fruit. What was his name?"
"It's a new recruit sir, Pan something."
The captain put his hand to his face in irritation.
"And with tomorrow being the festival. Great. Hopefully we won't have to quarantine the island to find him. Do you two think you can handle this?" He asked his guests. "Cpt Walter, Vice Cpt Francis?"
The two guests nodded and left the room.
The captain stroked his mustache and bald head in thought. "Such a pain." He said. | Name: Seth Rush
Age: 21
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Devil Fruit: Tetsu Tetsu no Mi (Metal Metal Fruit)
History:
Seth was born to a black smith family. While he was still young his mother and father showed him how to craft great weapons. At the age of six he crafted his first weapon, a sword he called Gate Keeper because on the blade looked like the bars of a gate. From then on he continued to work on his craft as a black smith. By the age of thirteen he and his friends were out exploring the forest outside their village. As they explored Seth found a strange fruit hanging from a dead tree. His friends dared him to eat it. Seth being the adventurous type took them up on their offer. He ate the fruit in two bites and nearly threw it back up as the taste of metal filled his mouth. They were soon driven out of the forest by a hermit screaming at them. All Seth heard from the hermit was, “You’ve just doomed yourself boy! May the gods have mercy on your soul!”
When Seth returned home he felt sluggish and sick. He quickly got into bed and fell asleep. He awoke in the middle of the night as screams echoed in the village. He quickly got up and ran down stairs. When he ran out of the house he saw the village on fire as pirates attacked everyone. He found his mother and father fighting them and ran inside to grab a sword, but when he took his Gate Keeper from the shelf, it felt like it weight a thousand pounds. Try as he might, he was unable to lift the sword or for that matter, any weapon. He ran outside towards his parents. If he couldn’t use a weapon, he’d use his fists. He tripped over a dead body and fell at the feet of a pirate. The pirate smiled as he lifted his axe and swung down at Seth. All Seth could do was use his arms in defense. He felt a pressure on his arms and felt small fragments hit his body. When he opened his eyes he was dumbfounded. His hands and arms where covered in silver metal and the axe blade had shattered. The pirate was in shock and Seth took that moment to strike. He quickly got to his feet and punched the pirate with all his might. Seth heard the cracking of the pirate’s skull with every punch he delivered. Seth looked at his hands and arms as the silver metal suddenly changed into liquid metal and sunk into his skin.
He felt something hit the back of his head and he fell unconscious. When Seth woke up, he found himself in a warm bed and a nurse hovering over him. He started to get up but the nurse quickly stopped him. When he asked where he was, the nurse told him he was on a navy ship that passed by the island his village was on. He then asked about his parents. The nurse simply shook her head and stated he was the only survivor of the massacre.
After arriving at the navy base, Seth decided to track down the pirates that attacked his village and killed his family. He joined the navy and quickly discovered that the fruit he ate was a Devil Fruit called the Tetsu Tetsu no Mi. When he did research on the fruit he discovered his body could create liquid metal, become liquid metal, and he could make the liquid metal into a sort of armor. He also found that the Liquid metal was weak against extreme weather conditions like heat and cold. it also didn't protect him from anyone with an electrical ability like lightning or electricity.
By the age of eighteen he became well adapted in the way to use his Devil Fruit powers. Through the years he met various types of pirates and found that many of them where actually more Nobel than many of the Navy personal. he found himself under Captain Siege and from then on he felt as though Captain Siege was a second father. Captain Siege taught him all the ins and outs that the academy didn't teach Seth. When Seth was ready, Captain Siege gave him an assignment. he wanted Seth to act as a pirate and go under cover to understand how pirates think and to get a head start on any that wanted to cause harm to innocent people. Seth was nervous that his cover would be blown but with Captain Siege reassuring him. Seth went off to start his assignment. He was now one step closer in finding his parents killer. but something wade heavy in his mind. it was what Captain Siege told him when he explained why he joined the navy. "When you get your revenge, what then?"
Appearance: |
43,769 | 1,201 | 5 | 1,192 | 1,095 | Pirates stepped up to Sid and felt the force of a Fishman/Human Hybrid. An elbow to face felled one man followed by a smooth dodge that lead to a kick to the stomach of another man. As he fought off the men that wanted the bounty, Sid never took his eyes from the man in the Gi. There had been a period of time that Sid had not been able to test his abilities on a worthy opponent and he hoped this guy was able to handle himself. "Fine. I'll give it my all. GET READY!" Sid grabbed one of the pirates by their hair and swung their face downward into a powerful knee strike that sent the pirate flying backwards, blood splattering the ground from his nose. Sid took no moment of reprieve and dashed forward at the man in the Gi.
"KNEE OF THE HAMMERHEAD SHARK!" Sid roared at this opponent. Water molecules coalesced together into the very shape of a hammerhead shark swimming in the air around Sid's knee. He jumped high into the air until his knee was in position to strike the man's face. Speed and power was the name of the game for Sid. | Name:
Barbossa Sid
Age:
19
Species:
Human/Fishman
Gender:
Male
Weapons:
Sid uses nothing but his own body as a weapon. He is an expert on the art of Fishman Muay Thai, an art created by the Octopus Fishmen.
History:
To be blunt, Sid is the son of the Strongest Fishman in the World. Not strongest man but Strongest Fishman. A tall legacy for Sid to live up to and his father would make it difficult for the boy to do so. His father, a megadolan shark named Armada, was an abusive teacher whilst his mother, a human named Barbossa Mary, maintained a somewhat gentle approach with her child since she had retired from the pirate life. His father would travel often and Sid was left to train under his father's firstmate an Octopus named Pachi. Pachi taught Sid endlessly in the knowledge of his fighting style to mold him into the pirate he'd eventually become.
Tragedy struck Sid's life when a logia appeared with a crew of men. It had been years since a logia showed up in the Waizo country. To think someone would attack a town in the Waizo COuntry, killing many including Sid's mother. Pachi managed to hide the two until the attack was through. Sid lost a part himself that day that he refused to give up. One thing they managed to find out was that the logia user possessed a marine emblem on his jacket. It had been years since the Marines dared to sail in Waizo waters. That day Sid made a promise to become strong enough to destroy the Marines and best even his father, the man that wasn't there to save Sid's mother.
Several years passed and Sid finally decided to journey from his country. He was ready to achieve his destiny. |
43,770 | 1,201 | 6 | 587 | 1,829 | Birdy was about to show that weird loudmouthed water-punching guy what happened to people who got between him and food, but before he could some guy with a nodachi started saying something about a sparring match and his uncle. Despite all the chaos going on around them Birdy was pretty sure what this was: A challenge! Well, if he was ever going to be a strong enough swordsman for guys like this to stop challenging him in the first place there was no way he could turn down something like that!
"RIGHT! GET READY, 'CAUSE I'M COMIN' AT Y-!"
Before the short swordsman could start his charge or finish his sentence his grumbling stomach interrupted and he slumped to one knee for a moment, before hastily trying to pretend it never happened. Instead he rushed at the rather polite opponent before him and the lid of the Hi-Speed Delivery box popped open to launch two unsheathed dao into the air. Birdy leaped up and grabbed both swords in mid-air and slashed at the nodachi-wielder with the dual blades as he descended.
"TAKE THIS!!!~ MY INFINITE SWORD-SWAP STYLE! FORM 3: DUAL DAO!"
The fact that his strikes were much slower and weaker than normal tickled the back of his mind, but hopefully it wouldn't matter now. | Name: Birdy D. Blade
Age: 14
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Birdy is short around 5'1' or 157 cm in height with brown eyes and has unruly black hair that sticks out in all directions regardless of any attempts to comb it. His skin's been lightly tanned by constant exposure to the sun after a few years of wandering around and sailing from place to place and he has a scar across his left cheek and another much larger scar across his chest, both from close calls with rival swordsmen despite his young age. His most notable feature is the large rectangular metal delivery box slung across his back with the words 'Hi-Speed Delivery' painted onto it. Other than that he generally wears a pair of metal-studded geta and a short, loose purple jacket over a white shirt, both of which have the word 'Blade' written on them as an advertisement for his family's school.
Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Birdy carries what appears to be a very large insulated metal box for delivering ramen and other soups (similar to the one depicted to the side here but larger and longer) on his back, which has the words 'Hi-Speed Delivery' painted on it. It does not contain delicious soups but in fact stores his entire collection of various swords and blades in rotating racks allowing him to switch out multiple swords at need. If needed the Delivery Box can also launch the blades at high-speeds, and as it is incredibly heavy and dense the box itself can be used as a blunt weapon. This is the trademark of his Infinite Sword Swap style, as he changes his swords and fighting style out mid-battle to adapt to opponents or achieve different effects. Birdy is actually an immensely gifted swordsman for his young age, though he fights as much with tricky tactics and wild improvisations as he does pure skill.
History: Birdy D. Blade was a boy defined mainly by three things. His natural gift for the sword, his intense love of good ramen and his overwhelming laziness. The first and last of these traits produced a constant conflict in his life as his mother and father ran a very well-respected school of swordsmanship on his home of Jackdaw Island and as their heir they pushed him constantly to succeed and he pushed back just as hard to be left alone to his life of idleness. Despite his unwillingness to train and focus on daydreaming he was able to pick up far more than even some of the more dedicated of his parents students, though he loathed the idea of a life dedicated to the sword.
His whole life changed one day when a Marine Commander stopped by his little home island when he was only twelve years old. Having heard of the reputation of Birdy's family's school and fancying himself quite the master swordsman, he challenged Birdy's parents to a duel with the implication that if they actually tried to beat him their training hall would be wrecked and calamity would befall their family for not massaging the man's ego. Foolishly not realizing exactly what was at stake and not wishing for his father and mother to be humiliated, Birdy took up the challenge. Despite his blackmail and desire to flaunt his skills the Commander's ability with the sword was not entirely undeserved and it was mainly through luck that Birdy managed to best him. Still, the man was absolutely humiliated that some kid from a tiny island had beaten him and vowed to destroy him. In fact it wasn't long before Birdy's blatant humiliation of one of the Marines' alleged finest earned him a bounty on his head despite his young age, and for the sake of his family and their school he was forced to leave and go on the run. In the two years since then he's suffered constant attacks by both bounty hunters and swordsman looking to test their reputations against this alleged young prodigy and he's therefore decided to become the strongest swordsman in the world so that his reputation will scare people off and earn him some peace. |
43,771 | 1,201 | 7 | 1,192 | 1,095 | Sansho Hono, the man who wishes to become the strongest:
Sansho, the martial artist, awaited the man's knee to come close to his face, before finally moving to counter.
"Dragon Upper!" He yelled as he jumped through the visage of the hammerhead, jumping above his attacker. Sansho turned around with a spinning kick. "Dragon Gale!" He yelled as he began to spin with the kick, becoming like a top.
Gai Daichoju Master of the Gull Turn Slash:
Gai watched as his opponent jumped into the air, grabbing the two curved swords, and falling towards him in a flurry of attacks. Gai readied himself, throwing his scabbard before turning his back and blocking the swords.
"I am the master of the Gull Turn Slash." he said as he pushed back with his full body force, still with his back to Birdy. "This is why." He said before spinning quickly, making a quick X slash towards Birdy at a blinding speed.
Bluebeard, man of 1001 kills:
Bluebeard stopped himself as he saw the metallic armor form around the boys arms.
"You've eaten of the devil fruit. That's just the BEST for me!" He said angrily, yet also somehow happily.
"If I kill you, and the mushy marine, I'll have two fruits to sell!" He said. He slashed at a slow speed to allow for a block, deliberately aiming for the arms of the boy. As it would make contact, he pulls the trigger of his blade, the resulting explosion causing his sword to vibrate quickly, acting more like a chainsaw. He hoped it would slash through the boys metal. Perhaps he wished for too much. But Old Bluebeard always has a few tricks up his sleeve. After all, he has 1001 kills to his name.
The bushes of the Fort:
"Oh man!" Pan said with his eyes tightly shut, trying to redress himself in his old clothes. They fit surprisingly well. He had tried not to see or touch anything he didn't mean to as he re-clothed himself, eventually putting his new hair through the hole in his hat.
"Alright. That wasn't too bad." Pan began as he stepped out of the bushes. "Now, I have to find a way to get back to my old self." He said to himself as he headed back to town.
"Hopefully no one recognizes me like...this." He said as he motioned towards himself. | Name:
Barbossa Sid
Age:
19
Species:
Human/Fishman
Gender:
Male
Weapons:
Sid uses nothing but his own body as a weapon. He is an expert on the art of Fishman Muay Thai, an art created by the Octopus Fishmen.
History:
To be blunt, Sid is the son of the Strongest Fishman in the World. Not strongest man but Strongest Fishman. A tall legacy for Sid to live up to and his father would make it difficult for the boy to do so. His father, a megadolan shark named Armada, was an abusive teacher whilst his mother, a human named Barbossa Mary, maintained a somewhat gentle approach with her child since she had retired from the pirate life. His father would travel often and Sid was left to train under his father's firstmate an Octopus named Pachi. Pachi taught Sid endlessly in the knowledge of his fighting style to mold him into the pirate he'd eventually become.
Tragedy struck Sid's life when a logia appeared with a crew of men. It had been years since a logia showed up in the Waizo country. To think someone would attack a town in the Waizo COuntry, killing many including Sid's mother. Pachi managed to hide the two until the attack was through. Sid lost a part himself that day that he refused to give up. One thing they managed to find out was that the logia user possessed a marine emblem on his jacket. It had been years since the Marines dared to sail in Waizo waters. That day Sid made a promise to become strong enough to destroy the Marines and best even his father, the man that wasn't there to save Sid's mother.
Several years passed and Sid finally decided to journey from his country. He was ready to achieve his destiny. |
43,772 | 1,201 | 8 | 1,972 | 780 | Seth quickly jumped back from Bluebeard’s attack. He had only created the gauntlets, just in case he needed a last minute defense. What he was really doing was stalling for time so the navy could come and take care of Bluebeard. He didn’t want his cover blown and also wanted to make sure whoever Bluebeard was chasing got away safely. He feared Bluebeard would run after the kid if Seth continued to avoid his attacks, so his only other option was to anger Bluebeard. Well, here goes nothing. Seth thought.
“So, that’s all you got? I’m beginning to think your bounty is nothing more than a fluke. Hell, Whitebeard would have finished me off by now and the fat Blackbeard would have too. I guess I picked the wrong pirate to make a name for myself. Oh well, maybe you’re all bark and no bite,” Seth said with a smile. Come on, take the bait. Seth thought. He was worrying that the navy wouldn’t show up and he’d need to rethink his plan, but he had faith in them. he just needed a little more time. | Name: Seth Rush
Age: 21
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Devil Fruit: Tetsu Tetsu no Mi (Metal Metal Fruit)
History:
Seth was born to a black smith family. While he was still young his mother and father showed him how to craft great weapons. At the age of six he crafted his first weapon, a sword he called Gate Keeper because on the blade looked like the bars of a gate. From then on he continued to work on his craft as a black smith. By the age of thirteen he and his friends were out exploring the forest outside their village. As they explored Seth found a strange fruit hanging from a dead tree. His friends dared him to eat it. Seth being the adventurous type took them up on their offer. He ate the fruit in two bites and nearly threw it back up as the taste of metal filled his mouth. They were soon driven out of the forest by a hermit screaming at them. All Seth heard from the hermit was, “You’ve just doomed yourself boy! May the gods have mercy on your soul!”
When Seth returned home he felt sluggish and sick. He quickly got into bed and fell asleep. He awoke in the middle of the night as screams echoed in the village. He quickly got up and ran down stairs. When he ran out of the house he saw the village on fire as pirates attacked everyone. He found his mother and father fighting them and ran inside to grab a sword, but when he took his Gate Keeper from the shelf, it felt like it weight a thousand pounds. Try as he might, he was unable to lift the sword or for that matter, any weapon. He ran outside towards his parents. If he couldn’t use a weapon, he’d use his fists. He tripped over a dead body and fell at the feet of a pirate. The pirate smiled as he lifted his axe and swung down at Seth. All Seth could do was use his arms in defense. He felt a pressure on his arms and felt small fragments hit his body. When he opened his eyes he was dumbfounded. His hands and arms where covered in silver metal and the axe blade had shattered. The pirate was in shock and Seth took that moment to strike. He quickly got to his feet and punched the pirate with all his might. Seth heard the cracking of the pirate’s skull with every punch he delivered. Seth looked at his hands and arms as the silver metal suddenly changed into liquid metal and sunk into his skin.
He felt something hit the back of his head and he fell unconscious. When Seth woke up, he found himself in a warm bed and a nurse hovering over him. He started to get up but the nurse quickly stopped him. When he asked where he was, the nurse told him he was on a navy ship that passed by the island his village was on. He then asked about his parents. The nurse simply shook her head and stated he was the only survivor of the massacre.
After arriving at the navy base, Seth decided to track down the pirates that attacked his village and killed his family. He joined the navy and quickly discovered that the fruit he ate was a Devil Fruit called the Tetsu Tetsu no Mi. When he did research on the fruit he discovered his body could create liquid metal, become liquid metal, and he could make the liquid metal into a sort of armor. He also found that the Liquid metal was weak against extreme weather conditions like heat and cold. it also didn't protect him from anyone with an electrical ability like lightning or electricity.
By the age of eighteen he became well adapted in the way to use his Devil Fruit powers. Through the years he met various types of pirates and found that many of them where actually more Nobel than many of the Navy personal. he found himself under Captain Siege and from then on he felt as though Captain Siege was a second father. Captain Siege taught him all the ins and outs that the academy didn't teach Seth. When Seth was ready, Captain Siege gave him an assignment. he wanted Seth to act as a pirate and go under cover to understand how pirates think and to get a head start on any that wanted to cause harm to innocent people. Seth was nervous that his cover would be blown but with Captain Siege reassuring him. Seth went off to start his assignment. He was now one step closer in finding his parents killer. but something wade heavy in his mind. it was what Captain Siege told him when he explained why he joined the navy. "When you get your revenge, what then?"
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43,773 | 1,202 | 0 | 446 | 7,203 | Soul Eater SCAR
Episode One: Meet and Greet,
A New Class at the DWMA?!
"Hiya, how's it going? Starting today, you're going to be enrolling in the highest specialized class the DWMA has to offer! Alongside your classmates, you're going to train hard so that you can defend Death City during an attack. Remember, always be prepared! Now, off to class with you, c'ya!"
SCAR Class. This is where you'll be spending the rest of your time in the DWMA. The classroom looks exactly like every other classroom in the building, but you can feel something more to it, as if the air inside is pressing on your soul. Somehow your abilities are being reigned in, pushed back. Before you can really worry about it, a tall man walks in with a folder under one arm.
"Sit down, it doesn't matter where. I'm taking attendance." He opens the file and starts calling off names without even pausing between long enough for anybody to respond. When he gets to the end of the list, he shuts the folder with finality and drops it on the desk at the front.
"My name is Kain. You will adress me as Kain, or if you must, Mr. Kain. I am one of the two teachers you will have in this classroom. I expect everybody to be on time, in their seats when I walk in the door. Any questions so far?" Again, without waiting for a response, he turns to the chalkboard and writes four words on it.
Special
Cases
Assisting
Reinforcement
"You are the SCAR Class. You are being specially trained as a last line of defense for Academy City. I will teach you the skills you need, and you will take those skills and forge them into a shield." He drops his chalk onto the desk and finally pauses in his lecturing.
"Do you have anything to add?" | Name: Allisa Yamimoto
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Home: Washington State, USA
Partner: (Fill out later)
Soul:
Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression.
Technicals
Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect".
Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath.
Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age.
Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword
Optionals
Likes:
-Quiet
-Training
-An honorable fight
-Baked goods
Dislikes:
-Chaos
-Slackers
-Sour candy |
43,774 | 1,202 | 1 | 377 | 26,013 | Kalinda headed to class, noticing that it was a new room, and that while it looked the same as any other classroom, it felt...different. She didn't know if she liked it or not, but she hastened to a seat, sitting down and looked down at the desk in front of her.
Kalinda didn't even notice that there was no space to announce that she was hear as Kain spoke.. when she heard her name, she just went "Here", without even looking up from her desk. Her red hair fell over her face, like a curtain, hiding it really. She was here, because she needed to be, and that was all.
She wanted answers.
As the teacher continued on with the lesson, Kalinda lifted her head, watching as he wrote on the board. It seemed like an old practice, that writing on the board. Wouldn't it just be easy to speak? She shook her head, keeping her opinions to herself. What did she care? She looked about at her classmates, to see their reactions to the class so far.
She sighed softly, looking back to the front, and as Kain asked if anyone had any questions, she raised her hand, and said without waiting to be acknowledged "What's with this room? It feels different to our other classrooms" Her voice, when she spoke like this, slightly louder then normal volume to be heard, was clear, and just slightly demanding, as if she wasn't so much asking a question, but trying to pull the answer out of the teacher. When she spoke, there was a slight accent to her voice that could have been half a dozen different accents. | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,775 | 1,202 | 2 | 452 | 3,241 | Regan stepped cautiously into the room, when she did enter. She could tell something was strange, standing at the threshold. Like she was about to step into a room with someone playing inside. As she crossed the threshold, she became aware of a muffling over her... what did they call it? Soul Perception?
She sat down promptly, letting the man who was to be their teacher take charge. The man left no room for responses, so Regan gave none, except when called for roll. Replied with a "hai" and a raised hand. When at last he did motion for anyone to speak, a classmate spoke. "You noticed it, too? The strange presence in the room... no, of the room."
"I have my own question, as well." Her English is careful, but clear. She sounds just a little German, actually. "NOT students were selected for this class, right? To be specially trained to be the City's emergency defense? Why?" | Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Home: China
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio)
Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio)
Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu.
A good dancer, and can also play the piano.
Weapon Form:
(His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown)
Optionals
Personality:
Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family.
Bio:
Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings.
Likes:
Piano
Sword-dances
Sports
Anime
Dislikes:
People who do not show respect or love to their family
Silence
Bitter Melon
Other Facts:
He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his.
Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings.
Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets)
He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time.
Soul Description:
Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance) |
43,776 | 1,202 | 3 | 446 | 7,203 | The teacher raised his hand, two fingers up. Lowering his middle finger, he said "One: This room has been built specifically for this class. The air is laced with Kyukon water, which steadily drains your soul wavelength. Most of you should have no issue with the low concentration, but if someone blacks out and I don't notice, tell me immediately."
Raising his finger again, he added "Two: Each and every one of you was hand picked for this class. Whether you were in NOT or EAT, it doesn't matter, Lord Death saw something about you that makes you special. You don't have to be strong, you have to become strong. That is why I was chosen to teach you."
Lowering his hands to the table again, he gazed over the classroom. "Anybody else?" | Name: Allisa Yamimoto
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Home: Washington State, USA
Partner: (Fill out later)
Soul:
Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression.
Technicals
Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect".
Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath.
Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age.
Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword
Optionals
Likes:
-Quiet
-Training
-An honorable fight
-Baked goods
Dislikes:
-Chaos
-Slackers
-Sour candy |
43,777 | 1,202 | 4 | 1,589 | 1,925 | Dimitri quietly took his seat in the second row of the seats available. For a few moments the teen fidgeted uncomfortably in the chair as he awkwardly attempted to work out a way to fit his bulk comfortably in the piece of furniture before finally settling for just being able to actually sit at all. He like the other students did not get the chance to answer for roll call, however this didn't particularly bother him. Dimitri remained silent until the teacher had addressed the questions of two students and, seeing an opportunity to actually ask something he considered important, gave a soft cough. After the cough Dimitri raised his hand a bit uncertainly, "Um...if I may ask..." he began in a tone much softer than to be expected of someone of his appearance, "What exactly will we be acting as a defense force against? Also, how will our meister and weapon teams be assigned?".
Dimitri slowly brought his hand back down onto the desk and proceeded to twiddle his thumbs together and stare at the teacher's shoes rather than make actual eye contact with him, only an occasional glance upward was made to ensure that he would actually have his question addressed. Interacting with anyone that wasn't his mother, father, or trainer was a bit nerve wracking. It was at times like these that Dimitri wondered what on earth his father had been thinking to have sent him all the way to Nevada of all places. The old man's intentions had been good enough, but the sudden change in scenery and the unfamiliarity had only served to exacerbate Dimitri's social anxieties.
Fearing a bit of backlash for what could potentially be considered a stupid question, Dimitri offered up a meek apology to Kain for wasting his time, though he still quietly hoped that his questions would actually be answered. | Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home: Rockhill, South Carolina
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature
Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear
Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid
Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to
Optionals
Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you.
Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell.
Likes:
-Exercising
-Just about anything lime flavored
-Nature
-Warm climates
Dislikes:
- Cold Climates
-Arrogance
-Procrastinating
Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant. |
43,778 | 1,202 | 5 | 377 | 26,013 | Ju-Long
Walking casually with his usual energetic smile, Ju-Long walked to his new classroom. Wonder why the change of class he thought.
Think they know?
But brother has been protecting us. His even helped us strengthen our souls and also compress our wavelengths.
It will be fine, I'm here for you right?
Brother will take care of things, we will be right beside you bro!
His soul was projecting as always, larger than he needed to, if he were ordinary. As he reached the classroom he paused. Kyukon water. Don't worry about compressing your soul waves. Wouldn't want you guys to be harmed because of it. I know we use it a lot to help you guys, but just be alert A suddenly serious tone echoed in him. Are they going to do something bad to us?
Don't worry Ya. Everything will be fine.
Stepping in, Ju-Long had his soul expand, but it was dampened by the kyukon water in the air. In the end, it was the same he found his seat and waited quietly, with his "enthusiasm". The teacher walked in, his name was Kain. He gave a roll call, with no time to reply by the students. Nonetheless the students replied, Ju-Long did likewise when his name was called.
Question time came, the other students, two girls, asked Kain about what was going on and why they were chosen. Kain answered succinctly. Another person asked a question, he was behind Ju-Long. A big, and well built guy towered behind Ju-Long, but his tone was soft. Either kind or not very good at socializing He commented about the guy behind him.
Ju-long then asked a question "Hey Kain! Why the Kyukon water in the air, and will the concentration increase as lessons progress?" He had an answer to these questions, but he wanted to be sure. Gonna be using more Kyukon at home from now on you two, okay?
Yes brother!
Sure
The two obediently agreed and answered at the same time.
He waited for the teacher to answer and move on from question time. While waiting, he leaned back and looked up to the guy behind him. "Yo! Name's Ju-Long. Nice to meet you! Hope to get along!" Ju-Long spoke in his usual energetic and carefree manner. He waited for a reply, and eventually, leaned back forward and looked at the teacher. | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,779 | 1,202 | 6 | 1,966 | 2,617 | Katsuo Masahige
Finally, today's the day, Katsuo thought as he paused at the door to the class.
Inside he gleamed a man holding a folder. His voice was deep and commanding as he carried on uninterrupted with a string of commands and questions. Katsuo swallowed the large ball of anxiety that had been growing in him since yesterday. No, perhaps even further back then that.
He sighed out the anxiety into the conditioned air and finally opened the door. He strode in as a girl was asking a question about what they were going to be taught. The girl had bright red-hair and though she gave off maturity in waves, he couldn't help thinking she looked like someone's youngest sister. When he turned his vivid emerald eyes onto the teacher, he bowed slightly and introduced himself.
"Masahige Katsuo," he said as greeting. "I'll be attending your class and the world from here on out." He renewed his straight posture before smirking. "Now, where should I sit?" | Name: Katsuo Masahige
Age: 17
Gender: M
Home: Osaka, Japan
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait".
Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks.
Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands.
Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type
Optional
Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult.
Personality
Courageous +
Driven +
Versatile +
Stubborn -
Selfish -
Short Tempered -
Likes
Weapons
Freedom
Strawberry Ice Cream
Autumn
Ronin
Dislikes
Injustice
Witches
Strawberry Yogurt
Summer
Guns
Other Facts
Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons.
Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn.
He sees his life as a prison sentence.
Beethoven calms him to a comical degree. |
43,780 | 1,202 | 7 | 446 | 7,203 | Kain pointed a spot on the floor next to him. "You will sit here, next to me, because you figured it was cool to show up late. Since you weren't here when I said it, I'll repeat it for you. I do not tolerate tardiness. I expect you to be punctual and driven. Slacking will be punished."
As he turned back to the rest of the class, he brought a jar from underneath his desk. "Kyukon water has had many uses over the decades, ranging from torture to rites of passage, but by far it is more useful as training equipment for the soul. In low concentrations, it can be used to drain a person's soul wavelength enough that when it regenerates, it comes back stronger. As your tolerance for it grows, we will be adding higher concentrations to the air here, and eventually we will give each of you a jar like this at your seats."
"As for you, Mr. Holmes, you shall each be choosing your own teams. When nobody has any more questions, you will be free to converse amongst each other." | Name: Allisa Yamimoto
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Home: Washington State, USA
Partner: (Fill out later)
Soul:
Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression.
Technicals
Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect".
Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath.
Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age.
Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword
Optionals
Likes:
-Quiet
-Training
-An honorable fight
-Baked goods
Dislikes:
-Chaos
-Slackers
-Sour candy |
43,781 | 1,202 | 8 | 1,966 | 2,617 | Katsuo Masahige
The teacher was quick to test his nerves, pointing to the floor next to him and proclaiming that was his seat. For a moment he stared at the spot, his brow raised and lips fixed in a twitching smirk. Being stuck in a laboratory could make someone naive but he knew what a seat was and he also knew what the floor was.
Guess I'm the fool today, he told himself with sharp disdain.
With a white and blue school bag provided by the Doctor over his shoulder and a few notebooks in his hand, Katsuo sauntered over to the spot and dropped down to the floor. He propped his elbow on his knee and placed his fist onto his cheek as he leaned his face on it. The exclusiveness of his seat had placed angered and anxiety mufflers over his ears.
Instead of listening to the man, he found his gaze falling on the others students, even as they looked on him. Firstly, he glanced towards the red-head. Nothing new spoke out to him about her so he quickly moved on. Another girl had brown hair and pleasant looks, making him feel a bit awkward about standing out from the others. Next were a couple of boys but they weren't all that impressive, only the one with a shaved head had gotten a second glance. The man was daunting, almost as much as the teacher.
He glanced down at his own uniform. It was pristine and clean, the scientist most have taken pride in his appearance. That was new. He blinked as the teacher's final words reach him. He really hoped no on had any more questions. The spotlight had always been his nemesis. | Name: Katsuo Masahige
Age: 17
Gender: M
Home: Osaka, Japan
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait".
Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks.
Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands.
Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type
Optional
Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult.
Personality
Courageous +
Driven +
Versatile +
Stubborn -
Selfish -
Short Tempered -
Likes
Weapons
Freedom
Strawberry Ice Cream
Autumn
Ronin
Dislikes
Injustice
Witches
Strawberry Yogurt
Summer
Guns
Other Facts
Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons.
Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn.
He sees his life as a prison sentence.
Beethoven calms him to a comical degree. |
43,782 | 1,202 | 9 | 452 | 3,241 | They were going to be steadily exposed to more of this water? To build the strength of their wavelength. It shouldn't bother her unless she uses her weapon powers, then. Perhaps it would be wise to do so. Build her Wavelength during use. With a soft nod to herself, she transforms just her hand. Not much, but it was enough. Ooh, she could feel the difference already. She'd have to go as long as she could.
Regan's ears caught the question of her classmate, and she pondered it for a moment. As the instructor turned back to the class and asked if anyone had any questions. She raises her hand and waits a moment, before speaking. "Forgive me for saying so, but I believe you missed a question. Or perhaps you chose not to answer it? Someone asked what we're to be taught here. If I may, I'd like to answer." She waits for a moment, for any objection from the teacher, before she begins to speak. "Ve are here to to be trained to hone... vhatever it is each of our special skills is. Both to use it, and not to use it. To bring it under our power enough that we can conceal it until the moment when it is necessary. Half the power behind a secret weapon, behind a last line of defense... is that it is unknown to the enemy." | Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Home: China
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio)
Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio)
Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu.
A good dancer, and can also play the piano.
Weapon Form:
(His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown)
Optionals
Personality:
Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family.
Bio:
Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings.
Likes:
Piano
Sword-dances
Sports
Anime
Dislikes:
People who do not show respect or love to their family
Silence
Bitter Melon
Other Facts:
He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his.
Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings.
Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets)
He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time.
Soul Description:
Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance) |
43,783 | 1,202 | 10 | 1,379 | 5,169 | Victorica
Victorica had entered the classroom just in time before the teacher had arrived. The new class assignments didn't really bother her all that much. The only thing that she had to do was keep track of what classroom she was going in and apart from that the people in it weren't that much diffrent. She took place at a desk with a bright red headed girl next to it. The other end of the desk had no more students sitting there, making it a nice place to go take a nap at, if she was able too of course. Victorica had already gotten used to her new spot in her new classroom and the teacher looked pretty carefree too, what didn't bother her in any way. It will only give her more time to do stuff for herself instead of reading some stupid book or something.
Her head slowly lowered towards the desk while folding her arms over each other and using them as a cushion for the side of her head. She closed her eyes as she attempted to take a nap for the coming boring 30 minutes. It was difficult to get some sleep in this room. The air made her pretty dizzy, she wondered for a moment if the other students didn't have any problems with the air feeling so light. The constant voices going on around her didn't help either with her sleep. Not being able to sleep anyway she gave a reply to the rollcall with her eyes still closed "Hai hai." Her voice echoed throughout the room, monotone and filled with boredom.
For a short moment one of her eyes opened to look at the red headed girl next to her. Her eye was covered by her long purple hair dangeling down from her head as she quickly glanced over th redhead. It could have been her little sister with dyed hair, thats how young she still looked. Or did she herself get turned back to pre school? That might have been the case to, her lack of improvement in the classes plus her lack of motivation sometimes could have gotten her downfall to this pre school class. She closed her eye again attempting to take another nap not wanting to think about it anymore and luckily she was able to pull it off. Her mouth slightly opened as she started sleeping, leaving small puffs of air coming out of her mouth. | Weapon
Victorique de Blois
Nickname
Victorica
Age
16
Gender
Female
Home
Germany
Partner
(Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents
Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills
Unique Traits
How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets
Skills
Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging
Odachi
Optionals
Bio
To be added
Likes
Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling
Dislikes
Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs
Other Facts |
43,784 | 1,202 | 11 | 1,589 | 1,925 | Dimitri listened intently to the words of his teacher and while his first question was not addressed, he was more than happy to have at least one of the answers he desired brought to light. When one of the students greeted him jovially, Dimitri stammered a bit as he tried to actually introduce himself like a normal human being, however try as he might, he only managed to give a soft hello, and by then Ju-Long had already turned back around.
Taking this to mean Ju-Long had lost interest, Dimitri chose to focus once more on Kain exclusively rather than the actions of his fellow classmates for fear of behaving awkwardly should anymore attention be directed his way. This could only last but so long however, as another student entered and was quickly reprimanded for his actions by Kain. For a moment Dimitri felt a slight bit bad for the newcomer, however pity quickly gave way to alarm as the newcomer gazed around the room and sent a secondary glance at Dimitri himself. Dimitri sucked in a sharp breath, quickly stared down at his hands, and began intertwining and untwining his fingers as though there was something more marvelous to be found in the action than there would be in meeting Katsuo's gaze.
It didn't occur to Dimitri until he actually focused on the actions he was repeating that he felt much lighter than he normally did. Up until now years of living with his unusually dense soul wavelength had desensitized Dimitri to the additional heft that it placed on his body, however now as the Kyukon water did its work, Dimitri couldn't help but feel unbalanced. The young man scooted back in his chair and stared down at his leg before trying to bounce it up and down. The action that many people -Dimitri included- had repeated absent mindedly over a large portion of their lives was not nearly as fluid as Dimitri thought it would be. Instead of the soft bobbing that usually took place, Dimitri's sudden loss of weight cause him to slam his knee into the bottom of his desk three times, eliciting a sharp yelp from the teen, followed by him clasping his hand over his mouth. As he rubbed his sore knee Dimitri shook his head as if disgusted with himself, wondering not for the first time just how idiotic he looked just now, 'Smooth, Holmes. Real smooth.'. | Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home: Rockhill, South Carolina
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature
Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear
Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid
Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to
Optionals
Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you.
Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell.
Likes:
-Exercising
-Just about anything lime flavored
-Nature
-Warm climates
Dislikes:
- Cold Climates
-Arrogance
-Procrastinating
Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant. |
43,785 | 1,202 | 12 | 377 | 26,013 | Ju-Long
Hearing the soft hello from the person behind him, Ju-Long, didn't have a chance to turn back, as Kain was explaining more things. Seeing another person come in, one could see how strict Kain actually was with punctuality. He almost wanted to smile, but thought it too rude to the newcomer. Katsuo was his name it seemed. While things continued for a while, there was a sudden banging behind him, with a sharp yelp. Leaning back and looking up, Ju-Long smiled a little. "You alright?" He asked. "Are you perhaps a little clumsy? that would be quite the gap between your looks and who you are." Ju-Long gave a light-hearted laugh, not one that could be taken offensively.
Brother, why are you trying to make friends with this person?
This is just the way Brother is. Anyway, he seems like he could be interesting.
Quiet Ya. He is obviously a dolt. You can make better friends Brother!
That's mean! You shouldn't judge people like that.
Now now, don't fight. Anyway, why not make as many friends as possible? It could be fun. Not like I am partnering up with him. Just getting to know him a little.
"By the way, I'm registered as a Weapon. What about you?" Ju-Long heartily asked. Looking across, he could see that near the red-headed girl was a girl with long-purple hair. She was napping it seems. Wonder how Kain will react to that he wondered. He considered looking into their soul wavelengths, but thought better not to at the moment, especially since it would be draining on his sibling. | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,786 | 1,202 | 13 | 1,589 | 1,925 | Dimitri stopped rubbing his knee as Ju-Long once more turned his attention to him. The meister rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "I'm fine...thought i'd test the effects of that water, ended pretty poorly as you can see." he said in a hushed tone. The comment about his appearance served to make Dimitri feel a tad crappy, however he pushed the feeling away as Ju-Long didn't appear to mean anything derogatory in his statement. So this is what holding a conversation with other teens is like... The meister mused as he took a deep breath, "A weapon, huh? I'm a meister myself..." he said a bit louder. For a moment Dimitri debated asking Ju-Long whether or not he was interested in a partnership, however once he noticed the boy's attention had turned elsewhere, Dimitri followed his gaze until spotting sleeping purple haired girl, and the red haired one that was currently in the process of poking the former. "I know this is a class and all, but I can't help but feel it's kinda rude to just poke someone in their sleep." Dimitri mused aloud as he waited to see just what was about to take place. | Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home: Rockhill, South Carolina
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature
Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear
Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid
Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to
Optionals
Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you.
Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell.
Likes:
-Exercising
-Just about anything lime flavored
-Nature
-Warm climates
Dislikes:
- Cold Climates
-Arrogance
-Procrastinating
Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant. |
43,787 | 1,202 | 14 | 1,379 | 5,169 | Victorica
Her not so long lasting sleep had ended with an annoyed poke in her side. It wasn't that hard nor painfull of a poke but it still felt annoying and rude to suddenly poke someone when they are middle in their sleep. Not even by opening her eyes she could hear, sense and feel that it was the red head next to her. What did she want from her, did she bother her by lying in the way? She slowly opened her eyes staring into thin air at first for a few seconds with her mouth slightly a gape. Her eyes slowly made their way towards the red head as her mouth automatically closed again.
She first studied the girl up front. She hadn't seen her entire face yet and also the width of her posture seemed to get her attention. There had been some silence for some time while she was watching the firl before she started stretching her arms over the desks with her face faced front in an annoyed look. When she was done she neatly folded her arms over each other again with her chin burried in the gap in the middle. Her eyelids half lowered as she started talking in a somewhat monotone and sleepy voice "I don't know. Your red hair maybe?" She clearly wasn't given it any thought but it would have been rude not to answere. She started pondering for a moment looking up to tips of her own purple bangs.
Her eyelids slowly lowered again before completly closing as it took several moment to open up again, first looking at the girl and then towards some of the other students up to a point where she didn't have to bend her neck. Some people were watching her but she just simply didn't do anything with them, unless they asked her something of course. Before any progress was being made of befriending anyone in the classroom she already was sound asleep again. If the red head wanted to start talking to her again she already forgot about the previous question and didn't answere her for now. | Weapon
Victorique de Blois
Nickname
Victorica
Age
16
Gender
Female
Home
Germany
Partner
(Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents
Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills
Unique Traits
How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets
Skills
Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging
Odachi
Optionals
Bio
To be added
Likes
Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling
Dislikes
Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs
Other Facts |
43,788 | 1,202 | 15 | 377 | 26,013 | More annoyed now that the girl didn't give her a proper answer, nor seemed intent on actually converstion, but rather on sleep, of all things, Kalinda poked her again, looking over to guy that seemed to rebuke her "would you rather I shout in her ear?" Kalinda asked with such intense curiosity, it almost seemed that she wanted an answer to that. "I figured yelling might be disruptive to the class, but if you insist..." she leaned down, to the girls ear "hey! Hey you, wake up! Sleep time is for night time!" she said quite loudly.
She leaned back, expecting so sort of retaliation, as she watched the girl, muttering under her breath "at least red hair is more common then purple hair" Kalinda couldn't do anything about her hair, nor her diminutive size. But she felt like She made up for her lack of size with attitude. Sometimes. But it always annoyed her, especially when she couldn't figure out why people stared at her.
She poked the girl again for good measure. May as well continue with the interaction, now that she had started it. | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,789 | 1,202 | 16 | 1,589 | 1,925 | Realizing that Kalinda had actually heard his comment on her actions, Dimitri sputtered a bit as he attempted at first to apologize, then to stop her from yelling into Victirica's ear "Well, no...but-", his rebuttal was quickly lost in Kalinda's shouting. Dimitri winced as Kalinda continued her harassment and a stirring in his chest. Watching her reminded Dimitri of how his own interactions with others used to go prior to him taking up boxing. The shouting, the unwanted physical contact, the unnecessary aggression against someone who was minding their own business, it all left a sour taste in his mouth. He mulled on it until Kalinda gave Victorica one last jab with her finger, then bolted up out of his seat without thinking, sending the bit of furniture clattering to the ground "Why do you have to pick at her? Why the hell can't you just LAY OFF!?". The last two words were booming, and far more befitting of Dimitri's appearance than the gentle speech he'd been using up until now, his gaze was hard like steel, and his fists were balled tightly.
The area immediately around the meister's body grew a bit heavier as he glared at Kalinda, however the sensation faded rapidly thanks to the Kyukon water. Just as quickly as it had come, Dimitri's bravado disappeared as he realized what he was doing. His expression softened and he swiftly turned to pick up his chair and sit back in it. "Sorry." He muttered without looking back in Kalinda's direction. | Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home: Rockhill, South Carolina
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature
Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear
Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid
Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to
Optionals
Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you.
Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell.
Likes:
-Exercising
-Just about anything lime flavored
-Nature
-Warm climates
Dislikes:
- Cold Climates
-Arrogance
-Procrastinating
Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant. |
43,790 | 1,202 | 17 | 1,966 | 2,617 | Katsuo Masahige
Standing from his place near the teacher, he pulled the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and strode off towards the others. He eyed the lit candles on the beginning of each long and curved desk with caution. It was a bit creepy and different, especially when compared to the pristine conditions of the labs. He pinched one until it smothered into a dark wisp, the heat not quite as bothersome as battle damage would be.
When he removed his finger, the flame was still lit.
"What the-" He reposed from the fire with a nervous, quiet chuckle and preceded up the stairs.
In one lane, he noticed the red-head and a purple-haired girl going at it... or maybe they were playing. The tall one that had gotten a second glance was sitting above another, a boy who seemed more or less normal. Katsuo rubbed his neck lightly as the feeling of being the odd one out crept up on him.
He was going to initiate a conversation but quickly enough things went south. The tall man pushed out his chair and reprimanded the girl with a rather threatening tone. Instinct led Katsuo to grabbing a katana that was nowhere near his person, his hand reaching at his side as he braced himself to dispatch the boy. But it was short lived, just as the man's reaction to the red-head girl.
Once he realized his side was empty, he straightened up and with sideways, puckered, lips asked. "Is it customary to yell at women like that? I might be wrong," he said aloud, scratching the bottom of his chin. "But I felt heavy for a moment." | Name: Katsuo Masahige
Age: 17
Gender: M
Home: Osaka, Japan
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait".
Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks.
Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands.
Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type
Optional
Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult.
Personality
Courageous +
Driven +
Versatile +
Stubborn -
Selfish -
Short Tempered -
Likes
Weapons
Freedom
Strawberry Ice Cream
Autumn
Ronin
Dislikes
Injustice
Witches
Strawberry Yogurt
Summer
Guns
Other Facts
Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons.
Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn.
He sees his life as a prison sentence.
Beethoven calms him to a comical degree. |
43,791 | 1,202 | 18 | 446 | 7,203 | Kain shook his head as he left the room. "I'll leave you all to get acquainted then."
In the back corner, Alisa glared over the suddenly noisy room, a bit angry at the teacher for not restoring order. Instead of do anything about it, she spent her time focusing on reinforcing her soul armor, which was slowly being degraded by the Kyukon water. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore everyone else. What did she need a partner for anyway? It's not like anybody who knew the truth would want to be anywhere near her. | Name: Allisa Yamimoto
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Home: Washington State, USA
Partner: (Fill out later)
Soul:
Allisa's soul appears as covered in steel armor, carrying a slightly sad expression.
Technicals
Special Talents: Alissa is highly resistant to attacks against her soul. The armor around it is similar to a witch's "Soul Protect".
Unique Traits: When she transforms into a weapon, her blade is sheathed. So far, no Meister she's partnered with has been able to remove the sheath.
Skills: Allisa has trained in hand to hand combat and Ninjutsu techniques from a young age.
Weapon Form: A sheathed shortsword
Optionals
Likes:
-Quiet
-Training
-An honorable fight
-Baked goods
Dislikes:
-Chaos
-Slackers
-Sour candy |
43,792 | 1,202 | 19 | 377 | 26,013 | At the outburst from the guy, Kalinda looked over, her expression curiously blank as she quickly calculated the chances of danger, but it seemed over before it has began, for which she was greatful. Without a weapon, chances were, the guy was stronger then her, and she didn't have enough room to jump out the way of a blow.
She blinked, and then said "I am not picking on her. I simply wish her attention, as she fell asleep, once more, before I could talk with her" she debated about poking the girl again, but she figured that might set the guy off some more, and that wouldn't be very smart. She gave a shrug and said "no need to apologise, but, mate, I think you need to do something with that anger of yours" she looked away, back to the girl to see if she had responded.
She looked to the second guy that seemed intent on intruding on her potential conversation with the girl. The girl seemed to be prone to falling asleep-maybe she had that sleeping disease or something-and Kalinda felt that the more she was distracted by the guys, the more chance that they girl would fall asleep again."thank you for sticking up for us poor, little girls, but we wouldn't be here if we couldn't take care of ourselves, right?" there was no annoyance in her tone. Just mols curiousity | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,793 | 1,202 | 20 | 1,589 | 1,925 | Dimitri sank further into his chair, wishing not for the first time in his life that he could disappear, or at the very least, become smaller. He was absolutely mortified that he'd acted out like that, 'Now these guys'll probably gonna think i'm some sort of ticking time bomb! Lord Death take me now.' he mentally lamented as he stared down at his desk. Listening to both Katsuo and Kalinda only further exacerbated the feeling off anxiety washing over him. Dimitri pursed his lips and then looked back up as he prepared to defend his actions, "I-t's not customary, and it's not like it was about just sticking up for her, girl or not. It's just...just...never mind.". Dimitri gave a heavy sigh and laid his head on the desk before slipping his arms around around his head, almost as if to block out everything around him.
Perhaps it was because of his social ineptitude, but the meister still felt pretty terrible for his outburst, and that some sort of peace offering might be in order. He slid his hand around on the desk and tugged on his scarf, and at that moment Dimitri made up in his mind that he'd make her a scarf when he got home. While he was at it, Ju-Long would be getting one too for being one of the first people in god only knew how long to speak to him in a friendly manner. It wasn't really the most normal thing in the world to do for people you first meet, but by god, it was something Dimitri was good at, and that was what he was going to do. | Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home: Rockhill, South Carolina
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature
Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear
Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid
Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to
Optionals
Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you.
Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell.
Likes:
-Exercising
-Just about anything lime flavored
-Nature
-Warm climates
Dislikes:
- Cold Climates
-Arrogance
-Procrastinating
Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant. |
43,794 | 1,202 | 21 | 452 | 3,241 | They were to find their partners now? Her NOT class had been told they didn't need to worry about that, though it was recommended. Now she had to find a partner immediately? She hasn't even considered what she'd want in a partner, so she'd just have to follow her gut. What about that girl that responded in Japanese earlier? The brunette turns in her seat, but is dismayed to find the girl asleep. "Disrespectful..." Well, that girl was right out. The girl next to her seemed insistent on waking her, as well.
A boy nearby was watching the scene. This boy looked Japanese, in fact. Was he a Japanese American, or Japanese...? She watched Katsuo curiously for a moment before rising and approaching him. "Hello." She had returned her hand to normal, figuring it more important to make a good impression and not approach armed. But, then again... "this city is very strange, but I can't tell if the difference is from being in a foreign land, or if this city is really just that strange. I'm getting used to it, but I still think it's weird. As for the yelling... well... she shouldn't be sleeping in class." She looks around the class at the other students briefly, before turning back to Katsuo. "Katsuo, right? Sou desu, kedo... Masahige-san de mou ii desu ka?" Considering his name, she figured he would probably be able to understand her. It would make sense, at least...
"Would you prefer Masahige-san?" | Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Home: China
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio)
Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio)
Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu.
A good dancer, and can also play the piano.
Weapon Form:
(His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown)
Optionals
Personality:
Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family.
Bio:
Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings.
Likes:
Piano
Sword-dances
Sports
Anime
Dislikes:
People who do not show respect or love to their family
Silence
Bitter Melon
Other Facts:
He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his.
Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings.
Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets)
He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time.
Soul Description:
Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance) |
43,795 | 1,202 | 22 | 1,379 | 5,169 | Victorica
A sudden shout in her ears made her eyes open widely as she stammered back with her body a little before almost tripping from her seat. She could quickly put her arm on the side of the seat before almost falling off as she raised a hand to her ear still feeling it hurt from the shout. She slowly regained composer by pushing herself up again facing the girl now. She was silent for a while thinking what she did wrong that the girl got so annoyed at her. Was it really so bad for her to sleep when the teacher wasn't there. It was free time for everyone now anyway, what is so wrong to sleep for someone to sleep in their free time.
She quietly sat there staring at the redhead not knowing what was going on really. Her face turned somewhat apologetic as her head angled a little to the front. The girl seemed really pissed at her and was muttering something that she could only barely hear with her ear still like that. She turned her head somewhat to look at her own hair and even grabbed a strain of her hair in her hands to trying to figure out what the girl meant by that. She felt another swift poke coming from the girl making a oof sound in the progress. A smile while later after the poke she tried talking to the girl again in a bit of a concerned way "Don't you like my hair then?" She didn't want her first day to be making enemies so she tried to talk it out with this girl before a sudden shout from the back sounded. It was a boy that already seemed to be conversing with the redhead. Must have happened while she was still sleeping. The guy was mad about the redhead mocking her, making her feel even more guilty and the shouting of the guy didn't make her feel any better. She had caused that the redhead and the guy from the back weren't gonna be the best friends and now she even had involved a third person from her new class. This wasn't the best day for her.
The redhead started talking again to the others in the classroom and she could finally hear what the real purpose of the girl was to wake her up like that. But still screaming into someones ear to get their attention isn't the nicest thing to do. Well she was relieved that was the only reason why she was mad at her in the first place. She had quietly poked the girl wanting to talk to her again "I'm sorry, didn't know you wanted to talk." She left a little german accent behind in her words before standing up and leaving through the empty side of her desk. She figured the big guy in the back might have felt guilty of his sudden screaming like that and it did indeed seem like he did. Now that she could get a good look at him from the path between the desks he didn't look so jolly at all. She walked over to him with a blank expression before trying to squish herself next to him if there was somebody else next to him. She gently placed her fingers around his head/neck and leaded it over to her lap so that he could get some comfort and leave all his stress behind. If her action worked she would have lightly stroke his head while shushing "There there."
(editing, nothing major just gramar) | Weapon
Victorique de Blois
Nickname
Victorica
Age
16
Gender
Female
Home
Germany
Partner
(Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents
Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills
Unique Traits
How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets
Skills
Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging
Odachi
Optionals
Bio
To be added
Likes
Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling
Dislikes
Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs
Other Facts |
43,796 | 1,202 | 23 | 377 | 26,013 | it's just you thought I was bullying her. Kalinda said with mild amusdment, "I poke people because I don't give a damn about personal space, and it's a nice way to get their attention without, say, throwing a book at their heads." she chuckled and rose, just as the girl did. "your hair is fine, just unusual." it annoyed her Mildly that even standing to her fall height, she was just that tad shorter then the other girl.
It was always so. Out on the street, it wasn't bad. It meant that she could steal things easily, and at least be gaurenteed of an apple or orange for food. Maybe some bread. And it was an advantage in fighting, especially since she had honed her abilities to perfection, maintaining good flexibility and was stronger then anyone suspected she would be, given her size. Gave her a good advantage over others.
She followed the girl to the boys desk, and oth barely any thought, or any qualms, she sat on te desk, twisting around to face them both, crossing her legs. She perched there easily, and perhaps for the first time in the classroom, indeed perhaps the first time that day, she smiled. She didn't smile in what would be considered a feminine way, instead, she smiled with her mouth wide open, showing her teeth, crinkles forming in he corner of her eyes, and kt seemed that at any moment, she might just laugh.
"I am Kalinda" she said, her voice soft now, but it was still impossible to tell what her accent was, "but most people just call me Kali" | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,797 | 1,202 | 24 | 1,589 | 1,925 | Now, some would argue that Dimitri had all of the social graces of a baked potato, and for all intents and purposes they'd be right, however even he knew when something could be considered off by social standards. Something such as his current predicament. Dimitri went ridged when he first felt someone sit close to him, his mind raced to figure out what in the world would possess someone to sit next to him despite other available seats. This perplexity was soon replaced by even more tension and alarm as he felt someone guide his head down onto something soft and begin to stroke his head and neck. He turned his head upwards and stared with wide eyes and pin prick sized pupils at Victorica as his mind tried to process what was happening, failed, then tried again. This seemingly endless loop of comprehension failure was broken when Kalinda sat on his desk and promptly introduced herself.
Dimitri shuddered a little,'What the hell is going on!? Why on earth is she petting me? Oh Death I can't breathe. Breathe Holmes you social trainwreck. Do NOT jump up and scream like a little girl.'. Rather than heed his instincts and jump clear away from the women in his vicinity, Dimitri slowly removed his head from Victorica's lap and took a deep breath to compose himself. What was the red haired one talking about again? Oh, right, she was introducing herself "Holmes nice to Dimitri you meet.". Realizing his spectacular grammatical failure, Dimitri mentally slapped himself, cleared his throat, and tried once more, "Sorry...not really used to talking to people in my age group. U-um...I'm Dimitri, Dimitri Holmes. Nice to meet you." He said meekly as he stared down at his hands. | Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home: Rockhill, South Carolina
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Dimitri is a highly adept kick boxer and has comprehensive knowledge of nature
Unique Traits: Dimitri's soul wavelength is unusually dense, and while he cannot attack directly with it, he can use this to make his attacks much heavier and harder than they appear
Skills: Aside from kick boxing, Dimitri is very skilled at sewing and knitting (a secret he'll take to the grave) as well as grilling, horticulture, and general first aid
Weapon Preference: He prefers blunt weapons, but he'll compromise if he has to
Optionals
Personality: Despite his somewhat irritable appearance and stoic demeanor Dimitri is actually a reserved and humble guy. Years of infrequent interaction with people his age group outside of a boxing ring have made him a bit shy and socially awkward. When fighting Dimitri becomes a bit more like what people perceive him as and prefers to dominate the battle field using his size and strength as offensively as he can. If you can get him to actually open up to you Dimitri is that kind of guy that'd take a bullet for a friend if he has to, though he'd much prefer to just knit you a scarf and claim he just bought it for you.
Bio: Dimitri's past isn't exactly the most remarkable one out there. He was born the son of a retired Meister and a park ranger, and as far back as he could remember, Dimitri always had a fair bit of trouble making friends. Being the tallest in every class he went in to meant that he dealt with a fair bit of bullying, something his father thought could be remedied with some boxing lessons. As the years went on and Dimitri started to put on quite a bit of muscle the bullying stopped, though now the issue was that his size actually frightened others in his classes. When he hit seventeen his father decided to enroll him in the DWMA in the hopes that along with learning some useful skills, he'd learn to break out of his shell.
Likes:
-Exercising
-Just about anything lime flavored
-Nature
-Warm climates
Dislikes:
- Cold Climates
-Arrogance
-Procrastinating
Other Facts: No matter the time or place, Dimitri ALWAYS has a pocket full of lime flavored lollipops. No one knows where he gets them all, nor how many he has on his at one time, it's just a universal constant. |
43,798 | 1,202 | 25 | 377 | 26,013 | Ju-Long
While that fiasco occurred with the girl who tried to sleep, Ju-Long took the role of an observer. He noticed the awkwardness of Dimitri, who just seemed bad at socialising from his point of view. The redhead seemed prideful, no ... that's not quite right, she seemed more ... Tsundere? Is that the right term here? Well ... not quite, a bit different to that, but I think she's just trying to make friends and is just giving off that ... tsun-tsun vibe. he thought
Brother, don't relate so many things to those anime you watch
Tsundere! Tsundere!
What? She seems like one.
Moving along, the gir with purple hair, seemed to value sleep. That was all he could gather from her for now. Dimitri's booming voice made Ju-Long drop a little, since his guard was down. Wow, that was some pressure, you two okay?
Just fine
I'm good!
The person who came late to class, it looked like he had readied a katana, but it soon couldn't be seen. Probably my imagination.
When the fiasco ended, Ju-Long could tell that Dimitri wasn't feeling happy about that outburst. Thinking of what to say, he noticed the two girls were walking in Dimitri's direction. Ju-Long wasn't looking behind him, but he was alert, unsure if why they came over to Dimitri. Soon he discovered they were comforting him, from the sounds of it. Soon after, the redhead introduced herself, Kalinda, or Kali as others called her. Soon after, Dimitri failed to introduce himself. From Ju-Long's analysis, Dimitri was probably a mental trainwreck trying to comprehend the situation.
Guess I should introduce myself too He thought.
"Hey! Since we seem to be introducing ... MMPH! MOMFUO!" Ju-Long spoke, leaning back on his chair looking up to speak to the group, when his sight was blinded and his mouth caught on some fabric. What is this!? he thought in panic, leaning back forward, thumping the floor with his feet. Turning his head around, he noticed something. Kalinda had sat down on top of the desk above him, in a skirt. The backside of the skirt was hanging loosely down. Processing what just happened for a moment, an image flashed before him, "Stripes?" he accidentally thought aloud.
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING BROTHER!?
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING BROTHER!?
He could hear screaming within his soul. It was an accident I swear! he tried to coax the two.
Simultaneous to that, he tried to move back a bit to make some distance, in the case of an attack. "Um... Sorry Kalinda, it was an accident. I didn't know you were sitting there ... in a skirt ...." | Name: Kalinda Stevens
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home:
She was born In Australia, but has kind of lived everywhere and no where.
Partner:
(Fill out later)
Special Talents:
Kalinda is able to see soul wavelengths and use Anti-Demon Wavelength
Unique Traits: Has a very adaptable Soul Wavelength, enabling her to work with many weapons.
Skills: Kalinda's skills like in her ability to be quite flexible (Body wise), which is useful in her fighting. She's also a pretty good cook
Weapon Preference: She doesn't really have a weapon preference, due to her ability to be quite Wavelength flexible.
Personality:
Kalinda is a tad reserved, although those that know her well know her to be kind, and caring, almost dedicated to friends and those she considers family. She can be quite stubborn, but often, she just keeps to herself.
Bio:
If you know her bio, then you are quite close to her. Her history is not something she shares lightly.
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
music
Dislikes:
Rainy days
Overly cheerful people
Being beaten. |
43,799 | 1,202 | 26 | 1,966 | 2,617 | Katsuo Masahige
Katsuo leaned back and bounced the toe of his left boot. "Sorry about that, guess I wasn't thinking."
I'll leave a mental note that girls are just as capable as men, he thought to himself while eyeing the others. They all seemed rather quirky, if not abnormal in the grand scheme of things. It honestly made him feel a bit, not entirely, but a bit more comfortable with himself and his ignorance of the world.
He chuckled at the scene as it started to unfold but someone walking towards him drew his attention. He looked upon a girl with brown hair and a even lighter shade of eyes. It was the same girl from when he was forced to squat near the teacher but now she appeared a bit more vivid than before.
Katsuo turned to face her, a quaint smile forming as she approached. When she spoke Japanese, Katsuo's smile became sincere. He relaxed his posture and transitioned to his native tongue, letting the words flow out fluently. "Katsuo is just fine. I'm pretty laid-back and I wasn't born in Japan so I'm not as uptight about formality. What about you though? you got a name?" | Name: Katsuo Masahige
Age: 17
Gender: M
Home: Osaka, Japan
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Katsuo is a utility-type meister with excellent physical conditioning and prowess. Due to the meticulous degree that he was looked after, he was kept fit and trained vigorously in many forms of weaponplay. He's good at fencing, medieval, and feudal swordsplay. He has also taken a liking to a rough and adaptable style when it comes to wielding others weapons. Katsuo has proven to be exceptionally durable to pain. His Soul Wavelength is palpable, even without the use of a weapon, and is only explainable by those that has studied his "unique trait".
Unique Traits: Katsuo was born with two souls or Twin Souls as others have dubbed it. Different from having a "Mixed Soul", in which the person is augmented by foreign flesh, Katsuo has two obviously different ones. The extent of his anomaly is unknown but several factors have been verified. He is capable of wielding different Weapons with varying wavelengths, theoretically special weapons, and even some specially tailored to his capabilities. Through accepted tests, its been proven that his soul(s) is several times more resistant to direct attacks.
Skills: Katsuo is a powerful meister that through training has become several times more resilient than the average human. His speed and strength are also a notch above most humans. He has practiced in basic martial arts but is supremely more dangerous when he has a weapon in his hands.
Weapon Preference: Katana Type - Scythe Type - Any Type
Optional
Bio: Katsuo is the child of a male human and female demon weapon. Upon birth, he was discovered to have two souls and was placed under watch by Death Academy. How he obtained this second soul or why his mother had died during the birthing process with... oddities was peculiar. After the father committed suicide, the DWMA took him in. For the majority of his life, Katsuo was studied and experimented on. He's been kept from other students as they gauged his abilities and the offsets of having two souls in the same body. Recently he has been declaring, rather openly, that he wishes to interact with others. And is going out his way to interrupt, fight, and make studying him difficult.
Personality
Courageous +
Driven +
Versatile +
Stubborn -
Selfish -
Short Tempered -
Likes
Weapons
Freedom
Strawberry Ice Cream
Autumn
Ronin
Dislikes
Injustice
Witches
Strawberry Yogurt
Summer
Guns
Other Facts
Soul Resonance comes easy to him when it comes to his weapons.
Soul abilities however are harder for him to learn.
He sees his life as a prison sentence.
Beethoven calms him to a comical degree. |
43,800 | 1,202 | 27 | 1,379 | 5,169 | Victorica
After she had raised from their seats she could only notice the girl next to her also had stod up from her seat. Only with a glimps behind her back she could see that the girl was atleast half a head shorter then herself. It wasn't deniable that she looked kinda cute though. The petit girl said her hair was quite unusual. Well she never thought about it that way. None of the people she had met in her life even mentioned her purple hair. She took a hold of some of the hairs in her bang twisting them with the tops of her fingers while looking at them with a slight open mouth. The thoughts about those times came back to her a little how she met all the people she cared about and such. But no not one of them that she could think of (What really happend. People had mentioned it multiple times but she was distracted while at it)
She slowly got up the stairs towards Dimitri in deep thought. Before she knew it Dimitri was lying on her lap. Her hand kept going on to stroke the big guys almost bald head. She used to do this with her cat all the time and he liked it so there was no reason not to now. The big guy slowly raised his own independence again sitting upright while Victorica her hands where still moving away from him. She felt a little suprised that he didn't like it that much but still left a small smile. The group kept getting bigger and bigger around the back of the classroom as the small girl introduced herself first with Dimitri after that.
She raised her finger up to her chin again slowly trying to figure out what he just said. The big guy already went on with talking again as she quietly mumbled to herself "Holmes nice to meet Dimitri." Wait that wasn't right what was it again "Dimitri you! Nice to meet... Holmes?" She had no clue and was definitly confused by it. She pondered for a while longer before gasping and turning her face to the two "Oh... My name is Victorica, nice to meet you Kalinda and Dimes." Her talking was very slow and in a bored tone but she kept smiling at the three. Her gaze was focused on the new boy while her mouth was still slightly open from after the talking. The boy had just entered the group without her even noticing. She kept staring a while longer before letting out her thoughts "Oh... Hai." She was already finished with the boy and started doing her own things. Like why was Kalinda suddenly so flustered. She got up again and took a step to Kalinda hugging her small body while the girl her own arms where still around herself. She just felt like she should hug the girl seeing her so lonely all of the sudden. Her grip wasn't tight but just a loose hug wouldn't hurt.
(Grammar edit needed) | Weapon
Victorique de Blois
Nickname
Victorica
Age
16
Gender
Female
Home
Germany
Partner
(Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents
Trained in Ninjutsu, Acrobatics and has very high dodging skills
Unique Traits
How more aligned the souls from her and her partner are the lighter her weapon modus gets
Skills
Ninjutsu, Acrobatics, Origami, Talking, Dodging
Odachi
Optionals
Bio
To be added
Likes
Curry, getting spoiled, sleeping, interacting with others, oragami, pro wrestling
Dislikes
Swimming, People that bother her, unions, bugs
Other Facts |
43,801 | 1,202 | 28 | 452 | 3,241 | Ju-Long
"its...its okay. Um" Kalinda replied, moving to a chair. Ju-Long watched her actions for a moment. Oh man! Now she's distancing herself from others. Wait, was that a blush? Wait, don't get distracted! She's keeping to herself. What do I do? What do I do? Wait, is she ... she's thinking about something .... that's not about what happened ... but something in her past? Nevermind! I need to try to fix this!
Brother, you have to make her feel better
Don' make girls cry!
She's not crying! I didn't make her cry! Anyway, I'll do what I can
He protested to his siblings.
He started to make his way over to Kalinda, when Victorica went to hug Kalinda. It seems Victorica was more touchy-feely and soft than her initial sleepy impression. Ju-Long bowed deeply to Kalinda. "I am so sorry!" he apologized once more. "My name is Ju-Long. Please do not think I am a person who would purposely peek under skirts or anything like that." he attempted to rectify his actions.
"Um... I'm a weapon. You might wonder what type, but I'd rather not discuss at the moment. Anyway nice to meet you." Ju-Long decided to continue with his introduction after that, offering a hand for a handshake. Hopefully, she would take the hand as a sign of good will. | Name: Fan Ju-Long (Ju-Long is his first name)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Home: China
Partner: (Fill out later)
Technicals
Special Talents: Has a Grigori Soul, can see souls and read the personalities of souls and perform soul attacks(Explained in Bio)
Unique Traits: Can bring out a weapons without transforming (Explained in Bio)
Skills: Skillful in the art of sword fighting and many forms of kung fu.
A good dancer, and can also play the piano.
Weapon Form:
(His own is still yet to be seen, these are the weapons he has shown)
Optionals
Personality:
Outgoing and energetic, Ju-Long is friendly and nice. He wishes to protect those closest to him, friends and family.
Bio:
Ju-Long was born of a fairly average family, however, his birth was very special. The first and only time this has ever happened. When his mother was pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. During early gestation, however, a phenomenon occurred, vanishing twin syndrome. Normally, when this happens, the souls disperse and there are no side-effects. In Ju-Long's case, the other pair of the triplets souls were bound to Ju-Long, alongside their bodies. This lead to Ju-Long having three souls inside his own body. Each of the triplets souls were and bodies were infused with weapon properties, leading Ju-Long the ability to manifest his brother's and sister's souls into weapons. The weapons take the flesh from the bodies of Ju-Long's siblings that he absorbed into his own. He lives harmoniously with his brother and sister in the one mind and body. His siblings abilities, of if they were to have been born, are instilled within their weapon forms, allowing Ju-Long to use those abilities, when holding his siblings.
Likes:
Piano
Sword-dances
Sports
Anime
Dislikes:
People who do not show respect or love to their family
Silence
Bitter Melon
Other Facts:
He keeps his story about his siblings secret, and attempts to hide his siblings souls with his own wavelength, encompassing theirs inside of his.
Ju-Long is the oldest of the siblings.
Min is his younger brother and Ya is his youngest sister. (Youngest as in the youngest of the triplets)
He requires the consumption of three times as many souls. After reaching 99 souls/kishin eggs, he can continue to consume more souls/kishin eggs and consume a witch's soul at any time.
Soul Description:
Quite regular, but jagged all around, with two swords in a X formation. Wings can sometimes be found in the expanded version of his soul, as his soul starts to resonate with his siblings. (Not necessarily a full soul resonance) |
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