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55,302 | 1,512 | 15 | 707 | 517 | Setting down the ornate bowl, Shiina slowly rose to her feet, and grabbed her bag. Turning on her heel, she began to leave the crowded shop, directly en route to her home. While having your mother be out for the night is a rather obvious sign that a girl should throw a party, Shiina knew that her mother would be home first thing tomorrow, and while she never cared how late Shiina stayed out, her mother might mind her house being trashed. So, Shiina spent the next 2 hours doing the standard activities a girl her age wold do - starting the homework that she was given, cleaning around the house, watching TV for a little while, just general things. Finally, Shiina rose from the old couch, and made her way over to the cramped bathroom. Taking a light shower and drying herself off, she turned to the window to see that the sun was just barely visible in the sky. Wrapping a towel around herself, Shiina walked up to the small fairy who had remained on the couch.
"C'mon Ogata, we're on patrol tonight."
"Ugh... Tonight? Really? Your mom isn't home tonight, so I can finally watch TV without hiding in your nasty schoolbag, and you want to go out tonight? You're too cruel, Shiina-chan."
"You know the rules Ogata - we go out 5 times a weak, and you chose today to go when you took Sunday and Monday off!"
Grumbling light complaints, Ogata slowly floated up into the air, landing with a small "pomf" onto Shiina's shoulder, as if they had done this song and dance hundreds of times already. Shiina slowly made her way to the back porch of their small home, before Shiina silently placed her hand over her heart. A look of concentration crossed over Ogata's face, before both of them were consumed by a cocoon of ribbons that had materialized out of thin air. Seconds later, the cocoon untied itself, revealing Shiina in a light pink dress and knee socks, with the towel nowhere in sight. Ogata remained in her place, looking slightly worse for wear.
"Worst part of the job..."
Ignoring her companion's complaints, Shiina slowly lowered herself to the ground, before escaping the backyard through a hole in the fence. Now she stood in the middle of a seemingly empty street, with the sun having finally set, leaving the world blanketed in darkness and artificial light. Night was always Shiina's least favorite time of day - Crimes happened at night, people disappeared, she was able to hear her mother cry herself to sleep...
Shiina shook her head, bringing her back to the task at hand - patrol the streets, keep them safe, and be sure not to cause property damage if she did ever manage to find a Negari... Which just caused Shiina to shake slightly. She had fought and killed several Negari, but they were obviously weak - not only were they smaller than your average human, but they also crumpled like paper when she attacked with her ribbons. The Negari on the news, the ones that magical girls have to fight tooth and nail just to defeat... those were the big ones...
Walking down the street for several minutes revealed nothing, which honestly, was what most of her patrols were like - wandering around the city at night, running when someone saw her in her magical girl form, and killing a Negari once in a blue moon. In the beginning, she created a method to explore the city easier, which she dubbed Striped Shuttle. But using it was always tiring, not worth it, and almost always left cracks and dents in the pavement when she launched and landed. In the end, Magical girl patrols for her were nowhere near as romanticized as the media made it seem to be, but Shiina was glad. For every small Negari killed, she ended a chance that it could grow, and put up a trouble for other magical girls... Ogata's head soon began to twitch, and she turned in a random direction, sniffing the air lightly.
"Hey hero, looks like you can make some friends. I smell some other girls to the west."
Despite Ogata's teasing tone, Shiina was positively brimming with excitement - Despite being a magical girl for 3 months already, not a single person has heard of her, probably because she has had such a low kill count. If she made some friends with other magical girls, maybe she could make some allies, possibly even share patrol routes... But then again, the news always depicted magical girls as being pretty brutal when it came to territory. Shiina never understood that, it wasn't like you were stronger for having more work to do, and Ogata shared that philosophy 100%. In the end though, trying was never hurtful, and the worst that would happen would be that they told her off. Magical girls fighting each other is extremely rare, no matter how aggressive they were over territory.
"Alright Ogata, Operation Friendship is a go!"
The small fairy made a small sneer, and together, they slowly made their way closer to the signal, which grew stronger with each passing step. By the time they were close to it, she came face to face with what appeared to be a stare down at first glance - A girl in a purple dress and white hooded cloak was almost hiding behind her small fairy, as the two were being looked at by a brown haired girl with a lightning bolt across her chest. While Shiina didn't consider herself a Magical Girl otaku, she had done her research ever since she became one, and had a large amount of information under her belt, with even a couple favorite girls. She couldn't recall either of these girls, however, meaning they were either newbies, or haven't had a lot of exposure like shiina. Deciding to break up the dispute, Shiina stepped forwards, Ogata gripping onto her shoulder.
"Alright, I'm not sure what's going on here, but I'm glad to meet the both of you, and I'm sure that we can work out whatever the problem is as maturely as teenage girls wearing dresses can."
Shiina grew slightly nervous, noticing that there were at least two girls watching the exchange. She always wanted to wear a mask in order to conceal her identity, but she would have to carry it with her since it wasn't part of the transformation, and would heavily impair her vision... Shiina just hoped that she wasn't recognized by either of the young girls, and focused her attention on the Magical girls in front of her. | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
55,303 | 1,512 | 16 | 1,541 | 255 | Masako Imagawa
"Goodness, I really wish there were more Negari about." Masako muttered. So far, her patrol had been completely fruitless. Not a single Negari had appeared to be slain by Charging Cavalier's spear. This exercise had amounted to nothing more than a casual ride upon Chantilly.
"Please tell me you're not serious." Lutin replied harshly. "Negari are a blight on this world. You shouldn't wish for more of them."
"Oh, I know, I know..." Masako began. "But how else might a Magical Girl display her majesty than to defeat her mortal foe? At this rate, I'll be completely redundant."
"If only."
"Pardon?" Masako seemed quite irked by her fairy's reply.
"I said 'If only'." Lutin answered plainly, unashamed of her words. "Magical Girls are a response to a problem. If you weren't necessary, the world would be a better place for it. All this nonsense about 'popularity' and such is just a waste of time and energy."
"Well, I happen to think that the world could use some glamorous heroines regardless of the presence of the Negari, thank you very much." Masako replied petulantly. Even if Lutin had a point, Masako did not like to think that there might be a scenario in which she wouldn't be necessary anymore. She wanted to carry on being a Magical Girl to her dying days. "Alright, that's it; I'm doubling my efforts. I will find something to slay in this city if I have to turn over every pebble to find it!" She then ushered Chantilly forth, intent on widening her search area.
"Uh, aren't we going to stray into someone else's territory like this? You know the other girls can be territorial." Lutin inquired as she followed behind Masako. The last thing she wanted was for them to start a fight with some conceited girl more concerned with territory than getting the job done.
"Come now, surely they will welcome the assistance? It's as you say; we should have more care for keeping the city safe than petty squabbles." Masako's reply made Lutin roll her eyes. She knew that Masako more than anyone was wrapped up in petty concerns, yet she was quite expertly using her own words against her to justify straying into another girl's territory. She had a feeling it was unlikely another girl would be so understanding of this intrusion, but there was no arguing with Masako at this point.
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It was not long after coming into the territory of Shadowrender that Masako chanced upon the eponymous Magical Girl. Of course, as far as Masako was concerned, what she found was a person in need of assistance, and not a rival to be cautious of. It seemed there was another arriving to help, a rather young girl with wings. For Masako, this was excellent tidings; the more people to assist, the better. Either way, Masako brought her horse to rest before the other spear-wielder. "Greetings, camarade. You seem quite beleaguered. Might I be of assistance?" She said to her. At the very least, Masako imagined she could offer her a ride to somewhere more comfortable to rest. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
55,304 | 1,512 | 17 | 1,671 | 117 | Keiko's eyes widened at the sight of the majestic stallion before her. The Shadowrender's worrying state and general aura of uncomfortableness forgotten, the young girl buried her face in the steed's flowing mane, still hovering in midair. Tsubame let out yet another beleaguered sigh as she cleared her throat and let out a small pulse of magical energy, bringing attention to herself in the most proper, commanding way she could think of.
"Attention, present magical girls and fairies. I believe we should turn our attention to Magical Girl Shadowrender, as this is her territory and plight." The matronly fairy turned her gaze to the injured spearhand, hoping this platform was satisfactory. At least Keiko had taken the time to peek out of the horse's hair. | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
55,305 | 1,512 | 18 | 511 | 3,294 | 葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)
The static-y sounds of the convenience store's joyous-seeming jingle wafted through the aisles from the speakers hanging from the pure white ceiling, the vocalist expressing their enthusiasm for the cheap and convenient deals on offer. As expected of somebody who had already decided on what they were buying long before they had stepped past the automatic doors and into the air-conditioned store, Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year at East Umitori High and class representative of Class 3-G, completely ignored the singing, focusing instead on the different varieties of karinto that were present. She was not purchasing the sausages that her fairy companion greedily desired first, nor was she only going to buy them (lest Kanaria take it as a sign that complaining was a useful method of obtaining what she wanted), but instead was buying some snacks for herself. Her venture out into the streets was a break from her studies, after all, and she had thought of grabbing some karinto on the way over. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the sheer number of brands and varieties that were being sold, especially when the traditional recipe was so dominant. It was akin to the great amount of endemic species in the Galápagos, if one were to consider the islands to be karinto and the different species living upon them to be representative of all the brands and flavours.
She had narrowed her choices down to a single brand, selling in both the classic brown sugar coating and the peanut variant, but whether or not to go for one over the other was still something that the teenaged girl was inwardly debating. The classic was always nice, but she had never tried peanut before. It had never exactly caught her attention.
How long you gotta take, boss? Pick one and just grab the sausages!
Not as long as it takes for you to run out of patience.
Hyoukyo reached for the peanut variant Snackoos' karinto, grabbing hold of it in a single, fluid motion before turning away and heading for the counter. The "little sausage-things" that her fairy compatriot desired could only be found there, which was another reason for why she had chosen to grab a snack of her own first. There was, however, a small line present; it appeared that others were of a similar mind to her. Kanaria would simply have to be patient and wait.
Just push in!
An impossibility, for sure, but she ignored the complaints and settled down into the line, waiting for it to move forth. | Name: 葛 馮虚 (KATSURA Hyoukyo)
Magical Girl Title: Copenhagen Star
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Hyoukyo, when transformed, dons a navy blue overcoat with golden trim, creating an impression that she seems immobile. However, that is far from the case; despite the seeming bulkiness of her garb, with its silver, majestic epaulettes, it is particularly easy for her to move in this form, and underneath the coat is sleeveless, grey and silver vest with a simple golden orb at its centre, alongside navy blue trousers. A single, darkly-glowing orb hairpin also manifests on the left side of her head.
Personality: In her day to day life, Hyoukyo is the very image of the model student: a polite and reserved young woman who carries herself with nothing less than the appropriate decorum. She greets everyone with a warm smile, and is never deficit in kind words to give to her compatriots, whether they be simple shopkeepers, the teachers at her school, or her classmates. Her marks, particularly amongst the sciences, are consistently high, the reward borne from her diligent studying and sharp mental faculties. In fact, the class representative-like student will, if queried, courteously explain to you that her ambitions lie in the field of physics, and that much of her hard work serves her quest to enter an university course related to such.
Knowledge is something Hyoukyo cherishes highly, and her highly analytical mind cannot help but absorb and categorise everything she sees and learns. She views it as incredibly important to know as much as possible, although she prefers to keep much of what she learns close to the heart unless the situation prompts it (and if it would suit her own plans and purposes). Indeed, when not surrounded by textbooks, her powerful curiosity drives her to investigate many other things, learning and growing from all the knowledge she consumes.
Despite her zeal in that regard, she is a remarkably patient figure, proper and unflappable to a fault. Of course, this does not prevent her from being subtly condescending to those she dislikes, particularly if they have displayed too obvious a weakness, and her views can be tinged somewhat by a sense of exasperation that the stranger things in life. Her sense of humour is also rather dry, and her polite manner of speech only serves to convey this. She can also be particularly talkative on subjects she enjoys; it isn't too strange to hear diatribes on them from time to time.
While she tries to hide it, of course, Hyoukyo also has a strong sense of right and wrong. While she may not be the most personable of people beyond giving polite advice to those she feels needs it, she will fight to address anything that conflicts with her moral code. It may not be overly present, but her heart does burn with heroism, and thus she will act to channel those energies against her foes.
Skills: What stands out the most about Hyoukyo is her intelligence: the analytical young woman is blessed with a sharp mind, allowing her to excel in both school and in areas that require the use of her brain. She thinks particularly rapidly, and is also very good at solving problems. She is also very skilled in regards to tennis, and regularly works out to keep fit for her sporting participation. She's reasonably fluent in English as well (and due to her parentage, knows a few phrases of German).
Abilities: Hyoukyo's main ability allows her to bend and twist space around her, using it in ways such as bringing her closer to her foes in the blink of an eye or diverting attacks off course from her. However, her changes to the fabric of 'space' do not tend to be permanent, and any modification she makes will eventually 'spring' back into its original shape when she stops actively making use of her power. It is possible for her to affect a permanent change if an immense amount of her energy is exerted, but she tries to abstain from doing so as to prevent herself from becoming extremely exhausted.
It is from this power that she derives her 'signature attack', the "Stellar Degeneration Blast", which is essentially a ball of condensed 'darkness' fired from her body towards an enemy, twisting and distorting space in its wake as well as generating a strong gravitational well around it. Those nearby will notice that it grows warmer and warmer the further away it gets from Hyoukyo. Its range is limited, but it is a high-power attack, serving as her 'finisher'. Contact with the ball generally tends to twist the enemy apart. Indeed, the amount of energy it requires from her dictates such, for otherwise her reserves will be left completely empty.
She is working on getting some more mundane special moves to work, however.
Her physical strength is noticeably greater than the average human's as well, allowing her to carry her large weapon.
Weapon(s):
Brief History: The only daughter to a pair of physicists, Hyoukyo is partly of German descent, with her Japanese father having first met her mother at a conference in Munich. Following their courtship, they gave birth to her in Hokkaido, and she would be raised in the island nation for the rest of her life, taking in far more of her father's culture than that of her mother's. This would only be helped along by the growing rift in her parents' relationship, which ended in a divorce that gave custody of her to her father. Thus, the girl was cut off from her German heritage at a young age, and was from then on taken care of singlehandedly by the elder Katsura.
It would be not long after her thirteenth birthday that her father fell in love once more with a woman from Umitori, marrying and immediately moving the household to the coastal city to join her new stepmother. While the change in scenery, and the presence of a new parental figure, was admittedly hard to get used to for Hyoukyo, she was soon able to acclimate to her new home, and threw herself headlong into her studies once more. Tensions did rise between her and her stepmother from time to time, but they would grow to understand one another, and Hyoukyo would view her as just an important figure in her life as her birth mother.
Nowadays, Hyoukyo is a proud student of East Umitori High School, where she also serves as a class representative for Class 3-G.
Fairy Name: カナリア (Kanaria)
Fairy Appearance: Kanaria is a palm-sized little girl with googly glasses and azure hair tied into pigtails. She wears a red baseball cap on top of her head, which tends to be one of the few constants of her appearance (due to her frequent change of doll clothes). Her wings, which allow her to fly, possess blue feathers and are rather birdlike.
Fairy Personality: Kanaria is a foul-mouthed girl, contrasting greatly with the demeanour of her contractee. She's overly talkative, incredibly exuberant, and generally full of the vices you wouldn't expect such a tiny creature to have. She adores money, and is willing to do anything to get as much dosh as possible. Her sense of humour is rather immature, and she adores the strangest of puns. However, despite her myriad flaws, her heart is in the right place, and she cares greatly for Hyoukyo.
Theme Song: Heian Alien -hz style- |
55,306 | 1,512 | 19 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Bunch of magical girls here. Either we have an army or a magical free-for-all. Going to be interesting. "Greetings, everyone. I'm Shining Thunderbird, but you can call me Midori. This is my fairy, Megumi. I'm glad to meet you all." Megumi bowed, but Midori kept herself ramrod straight, looking the potential competition up and down just in case things went to hell. "We can do much better as friends rather than enemies. Personally, I think we should exchange phone numbers at the very least so we can call each other for backup."
"I think you can all tell what Midori's specialty is." Megumi fluttered up to her charge's shoulder. "What sorts of powers do you girls have?" | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,307 | 1,512 | 20 | 1,671 | 117 | The purpose of patrol is to locate and sublimate potential threats to human communities. A threat that could reduce a girl of your ability to such a state is more than worth our attention. Shadowrender was such a fool, denying assistance when she most certainly needed it. No matter, Tsubame had dealt with such fools time and again.
"Lotsa magic, lotsa hurt..." Keiko remarked, blowing bits of mane out of her face as she focused her telescope further onto the older, shadowy magical girl. "Who?" | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
55,308 | 1,512 | 21 | 822 | 332 | ᴋʏōᴋᴀ's ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #A641C8
ᴀʀɪᴇʟ's ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #AC1947
Ah. Another one showed up.
Kyōka peered anxiously between the two rather imposing figures. It was fairly obvious at a glance that they were both older than her, and they both seemed a lot more calm about this whole situation than she felt, so it seemed likely that they were both veterans of some level of experience. Of course, it was obvious that there was no Magical Girl less experienced than she was, but even so, she couldn't help but feel more than a bit nervous in the presence of her superiors, especially considering that they might be angry at her for trespassing.
Kyōka glanced between the two. The second to arrive - a shorter girl with bright pinkish-red hair done up in twintails like hers usually was, and clad in a similarly bright outfit - was the first to speak up. She seemed like she was trying to resolve the situation, which put Kyōka a little bit at ease. After all, if there was a Magical Girl serving as a mediator, a fight wouldn't break out, would it? She took a few deep breaths while the focus was off of her, trying to calm her nerves enough to speak properly.
The second of the two arrivals, however, didn't seem displeased in the slightest. Although she'd seemed pretty intimidating considering how quickly she'd shown up and her mature appearance, she greeted the two of them politely enough, and said they'd do best as allies... She even suggested sharing phone numbers, something Kyōka hadn't done in... in... well, when was the last time she'd done it, anyway? She couldn't really remember... Did this mean that they wanted to be friends...? It seemed too good to be true, though, especially since the dark-haired girl kept shooting her suspicious glances every now and again that set her distinctly on edge.
"U-umm... As Ariel-san said, I'm Aegis Violet. My powers are pushing and pulling on objects, but... I'm... new to all this, so I'm not sure how useful I'll be to you. Ah, but if there's anything that I can do, then... erm... I guess... I'll do my best.... So I'll be in your care." She bowed awkwardly. She hadn't stammered much, but she kept having to pause to catch her breath because she'd freeze up every time she tried to look at them. She must have looked so stupid. She couldn't even bring herself to blame them if they burst out laughing at her - after all, it was ridiculous, wasn't it? A Magical Girl, acting scared... | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,309 | 1,512 | 22 | 707 | 517 | Shiina kept both of the magical girls in her sight, prepared to separate the girls or deflect an attack with her ribbons. The situation wasn't nearly as tense as it would need to be for something of that scale, but the media made territories and magical girls seem more brutal than the Yakuza. Luckily, these girls seemed pretty relaxed, and the two of them even introduced themselves... Or, Midori introduced herself, and Ariel introduced Aegis. Shiina was honestly surprised that a magical girl, especially one dressed in such a colorful and cute outfit, could be so shy. Then again, it was probably just nerves - when Shiina first went out, she nearly died of embarrassment from the outfit. All Aegis-chan needed was a little experience!
"We can do much better as friends rather than enemies. Personally, I think we should exchange phone numbers at the very least so we can call each other for backup. I think you can all tell what Midori's specialty is. What sorts of powers do you girls have?"
Lowering her guard, Shiina smiled and agreed. After all, having friends who could punch a man across a room and kill incarnations of negative emotions and the sins of humanity would be pretty beneficial. Then again, Shiina was always happy to have more friends - you can never have too many! Before she could respond, she waited for the meekest of the trio to respond to Midori.
"U-umm... As Ariel-san said, I'm Aegis Violet. My powers are pushing and pulling on objects, but... I'm... new to all this, so I'm not sure how useful I'll be to you. Ah, but if there's anything that I can do, then... erm... I guess... I'll do my best.... So I'll be in your care."
With that, Shiina couldn't help but squeal in delight. How could this girl be so cute? Not to mention, being someone's senpai was a feeling that Shiina always loved, even if she never cared if her kouhai addressed her that way or not. Taking a closer look at the purple haired girl, she seemed to be younger than Shiina, but by how much she couldn't tell. Aegis kept averting her gaze from the other girls, and her manner of speaking was very cute. She must be nervous. Shiina contemplated the thought of giving them her real identity, maybe hanging out in real life, but decided against it. The more people that knew her identity, the worse it would get, and she didn't even know what these girls were like. That didn't mean they couldn't be friends while on patrol, though! Maneuvering the ribbon on her chest into the shape of a heart, shiina moved it about 5 feet in front of her, before making a finger gun and pointing it at the two girls in front of her.
"Nice to meet you, Midori-chan, Aegis-chan. My name is-"
Shiina "shot" the finger gun, before unraveling the ribbon and striking a pose she saw in an anime, moving her right arm to her side and holding her left hand in front of her face
"THE PINK DELINQUENT!!! You can call me Pink, though. Anyways, I can move my ribbons and tie things up with them, even make them hard or use them as a shield! I'd love to be friends with other magical girls though - I hadn't seen a single one in the 4 months that I'd been a magical girl! Oh yeah, this is Obaka,-"
"Ogata."
"-My fairy. She's pretty lazy, but she'll grow on you. Sort of like a tapeworm or something"
This snide comment earned Shiina a kick to the collar bone, causing a small amount of pain.
"O-ow... A-anyways, don't worry Aegis-chan! If you ever want help, you can always ask Pink-senpai! Oh yeah, you asked for our numbers, right Midori-chan? Don't you think that is moving a bit too quickly?"
Giggling slightly, Shiina proceeded to tell the other girls her number. There was no harm in it, after all - there was no way they would know it was her number, just that it was Pink's. The thought of continuing her patrol after this meeting crossed her mind, but more than half of the time she usually spent out went by, and she had just met two new accomplices. She rarely met a Negari anyways, so today's patrol was already pretty successful. | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
55,310 | 1,512 | 23 | 1,541 | 255 | Masako Imagawa
Masako was quite surprised to discover that the first instinct of the other girl arriving on the scene was not to join her in offering aid to Shadowrender, but instead to smoosh herself into Chantilly's mane. Masako gave out a light chuckle at the spectacle. The horse was momentarily spooked to be grabbed so suddenly, but was otherwise unconcerned by it's newly found accessory. Of more concern was the state of Shadowrender, who, while having clearly healed from any flesh wounds she sustained, was still in less than stellar condition. She seemed determined to act as though there was nothing wrong, perhaps out of some sense of pride or the other. Masako could appreciate the sentiment, however she certainly wasn't about to turn away. The little girl's fairy was quick to speak aloud almost exactly what Masako was thinking.
"I wholeheartedly agree." Masako followed up on the fairy's words. "You may not be on death's door, but something left you in this state, and we're here to offer assistance against it." If worst came to worst and Shadowrender was determined to turn them away, Masako was considering following up on whatever lurked in this territory herself. She wasn't so sure about involving the little girl, however, as while she had no inkling as to her magical potential, she was still such a young wee thing, and apparently easily distracted by horses.
Lutin for one was not involving herself in the proceedings. She didn't entirely care as to whether Shadowrender opened up to them, but she was silently expressing doubts as to whether this was something Masako should be involved in. She was not some storied fighter yet, and whatever the threat was here, she wasn't sure if she could handle it alone. She was going to simply watch until this exchange was over, however. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
55,311 | 1,512 | 24 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Haaah, what a drag...
Draping her spear over her shoulders, and her hands over her spear, Shadowrender Mitsuko let out a long sigh of irritation.
"It's not just one problem, it's many," she said, looking annoyed at even having to explain. "Since last night the Negari haven't left me alone. It's a pain in the ass."
That was a bit more of an explanation. Mitsuko was an accomplished magical girl, frequently seen munching on snacks after taking down various dangerous Negari. But if it had been a large number of Negari that she'd been fighting since the previous night, it was possible that the experience had worn her out a considerable amount. However, at the moment, it seemed there were no more Negari in the vicinity. Indeed, aside from the girls, the alleyway was entirely empty of anything else. That being said, it couldn't be confirmed that she hadn't fought here, as well, given that Negari bodies dissolved once they were killed.
"It starts out fun, but it just gets exhausting, y'know?" she complained, leaning back as she did. "I think that I killed the last of them. I think." | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,312 | 1,512 | 25 | 1,671 | 117 | Doesn't look all Negari, though. Keiko squinted through the lens of her scope, tiny fingers adjusting the device with such speed and ease it had to be instinctual.
"Hummingbird-san, it is not polite to make such accusations without proof. Still, it does seem an improbable story-are you certain that's all that happened, Shadowrender-san? I assure you, all we wish to do is hel--"
"Looks like...dunno. Keiko is confused. Tsubame's words were doomed to an early grave yet again as the Hummingbird's wingbeats and voice casually entered the audial fray. The young magical girl backed up a little, hovering a foot or so above the ground as she tilted her head. No angle seemed to supply the information she so craved. "Who?" Again the grade schooler asked, genuine perplexion wrinkling her brow.
"Apologies, Shadowrender-san. Hummingbird is still learning to interpret magical auras, and often gets confused. Though I must ask, is there any reason for her to be confused outside of her own error?" Drat, that was a bit sloppy. Tsubame was beginning to doubt Shadowrender was telling the whole story, but that was too direct for her tastes. First priority, however, was to make certain Tsubame herself was seen as the aggressive one--Keiko did not need to make enemies. Her nosiness, however unintentional, could potentially antagonize other girls, especially one proud as Shadowrender. | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
55,313 | 1,512 | 26 | 1,007 | 2,848 | Just want to make certain we've got some options, in case we run into a Negari that's too much to handle alone. Midori entered the numbers into her phone. All of a sudden, Megumi shuddered.
"What's going on?" Midori asked the tiny fairy.
"Negari just formed, and a good size one, too. It's a ways off, but coming towards us. I think it's sensed us. We've got maybe two minutes before it gets here."
"Crap." Midori looked around. Wide open space, no civilians. Don't think it's a bad place for a fight. "Pink, Violet- you girls ready to strut your stuff?" A ball of electricity appeared in Midori's hand, waiting for the target to show itself. | Name: 中島 星 (Nakajima Hoshi)
Magical Girl Title: Shooting Star
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Upon Transformation, Hoshi’s garb becomes a blazing red, black, and gold uniform that harkens back, strangely enough, to the livery of the Prussian military of old, that might make you ask, "Ch-Char?" at first glance. While the heeled boots and long, flowing scarf may not seem combat practical to the average viewer, rest assured that Hoshi’s all action, high-octane, three-times-faster-than-you fighting style isn’t hindered in the slightest. Just like the glorious starburst emblazoned upon her chest, our girl is ready to race into the fray, as soon as she dons her shades after transformation!
Wouldn’t want Aniki to learn we’re endangering ourselves, after all.
Personality: Hoshi is an optimistic girl, whose basal state is the casually upbeat type of person who makes friends quickly and does so for keeps. She appreciates life in its utmost, and all of the beautiful little things in it, in her mind, should be cherished, because one never knows when they might be gone.
And that duality of nature is what drives her, beneath her easygoing, and at times almost breezy demeanor. She understands very deeply the importance of protecting that which she holds dear, and how suddenly, callously, and quickly life can flip itself upon its head and tear everything away if one isn’t careful. Not willing to let that happen in the slightest, Hoshi is always willing to do whatever it takes to hold them close. Running in the morning? No problem. Looking up martial arts and boxing training manuals online and practicing in the living room? Worth it. Making food when she can to help lighten her Aniki’s load? She’d do it every day if she could.
When a little girl is given a second chance at life, she’s bound to want to do two things: Make the most of it, and Give Back with all of her heart. She is a fiercely loyal friend who is nearly impossible to anger, let alone lose, and she will always have the backs of the people she cares about, no matter what their problems are. She knows firsthand how much of a difference having even one person there in a time of need can help someone.
As such, if you talk to her, you’ll find yourself conversing with one of the friendlier girls on this side of the planet. Though her decorum isn’t always up to snuff, there is no true impoliteness about her, save from the rare burst of a dry witticism. We can blame her Aniki for that one, given that such phrases are basically his primary form of communication. And while on the subjects of things good old Nakajima Kyotaro can be blamed for, let's discuss her tastes in entertainment. Being a guy living on his own, he didn't have much in the way of things that would interest the usual twelve-year-old girl, so she ended up making do with what he had to offer. One of her fondest memories was when they first watched a movie together, Enter the Dragon. From there, she found that, while she wasn’t lacking in traditionally “girly” tastes by any means (her wardrobe is a testament to this), she also had an untapped love for action, fighting, and other shonen stuff, much to his surprise. Even fighting games! He had to deal with her spamming Raging Demons for three weeks, once…
Despite her willingness to give most things a try, one line she definitely will not cross is that set by her moral compass. Her resolve to protect others is absolute, and she will never quibble on her sense of right and wrong. Everyone, however, deserves a second chance.
That’s a sure thing.
Skills: You mean besides making her Aniki worry? She’s a naturally fast runner, and while she never had the opportunity to get on the track team in middle school, she could often be seen running with them in the early mornings after the coach figured out she wasn’t hurting anything. As such, her stamina is also at a very high level for a young girl of her age, which helps her in her self-taught martial arts training. This training consists mainly of form work found off the internet, since Aniki won’t buy her a punching bag or something and for some reason she hasn’t looked into martial arts schools nearby. She’s a surprisingly good singer, at least during karaoke time, an increasingly experienced cook, and a thorn in her Aniki’s side in most fighting games by this point.
Abilities: Her magical girl abilities all revolve around one thing: raw speed. While her strength is indeed enhanced by the transformation, as it is for every magical girl, the gains made are dwarfed by those towards speed, agility, and reaction time. Simple and straightforward, much like her approach to fighting: Get over there and hit it a lot.
To that end, her “Special Moves” tend to take full advantage of her blinding speed, such as a “Gungnir Thrust”, which is essentially a flying side kick delivered at ridiculous speeds for the maximum possible impact, with a few directional variations. Another would be the “North Star Blitz”, which is perhaps even simpler— bunches and bunches of punches, all over and slipping through any opening they can find. The strangest of the lot is most definitely “Roar of the Dragon”, a punch thrown so hard and fast that the sheer force of air displacement alone is concussive, allowing her range to suddenly spike out by ten feet at this point in time.
And that’s to say nothing of all the other fun ideas Aniki’s shows and games have given her…
Weapon(s): Everyone who’s ever punched a wall knows—hands are pretty fragile. Even with proper form helping them out, there’s still only so much of an impact the knuckles can take, so with that in mind, what’s a girl like Hoshi to do? Those monsters aren’t going to punch themselves, after all, so her hands need protection.
What better than a pair of golden gauntlets, that seem to glow like the stars in the night sky? Providing both protection and additional power to her strikes, Hoshi’s fistic pursuits would get nowhere without her weaponry. They even come with Kung Fu Grip!
Brief History: Hoshi’s life was, in all honesty, very, very normal. She was a normal girl, who lived in a normal house with her normal parents going to a normal school five days out of the week. She was happy, healthy, and full of all the vitality you would expect from a young lady in modern day Japan.
Then, her parents died at twelve.
Hoshi’s world was destroyed by a random car accident one night. There was no warning, not even a premonition of it. Her parents simply never came back. After a numb pair of nights in the Social Services office, her next, and as it would appear, only of kin was called in—one 22 year old, gainfully employed, and very, very bewildered Nakajima Kyotaro. Her mother’s nephew, and apparently, only Plan B. The two didn’t know each other at all until that point. She didn’t even know who he was until he returned a few hours later— and explained to her that he’d decided to take her in, if she wanted to come with him.
Without uttering a word, she would leave at his side a few minutes and a bunch of paperwork later.
Over the next few weeks, she would begin to get settled into her new home and used to her newfound older cousin being like an older brother, having wisely decided to not try and replace Mama and Papa despite taking on their status of Legal Guardianship. It was a slow, painful process, but 3 years on into the present day, Hoshi and Kyotaro are now practically inseparable, and not a day goes by where she doesn’t try and give back however she can. If she were ever to count her blessings, her "Aniki" would doubtlessly be at the top.
Hoshi is currently enrolled as a first-year at East Umitori High School, in class 1-C.
Fairy Name: テンドウ (Tendou)
Fairy Appearance: Tendou is a small woman, as most fairies tend to be, roughly palm sized. Her favored garb is rather traditionally japanese in style, and her long, straight blue hair reaches roughly down to her mid-back, partially done up into a small ponytail on the side. Her wings are birdlike, reminiscent of an eagle’s, but obviously much smaller.
Fairy Personality: Someone stop this girl from watching so many samurai movies. Her usual demeanor is poised in the utmost, and her cool head is often crucial in tempering Hoshi’s more hotblooded tendencies. Seems to fancy herself a wordsmith, and will often spew quotes and poetry where the situation deems appropriate. The jury, however, is still out on whether or not she just makes most of it up. What is clear is that she definitely cares for and has faith in her young charge, no matter how stoic she may seem to be. The girl has been through so much.
Theme Song: BEAT OF THE RISING SUN, BEAT OF THE RISING SUN |
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Well, at least they didn't laugh at her.
Although, it wasn't really much better this way, either, no matter how Kyōka looked at it. From the moment she'd begun her little introduction - only reluctantly transmitting her phone number over to the other two girls' phones as she did so, as she really wasn't sure yet whether she could trust them - the two of them had been giving her a very odd shared look. The pink one who hadn't spoken yet even gave her a big grin and made an odd squealing noise, like she'd just seen a cute puppy. Kyōka could practically feel herself being looked down upon, and her shame only built. Thankfully, it didn't last long, as the aforementioned Magical Girl jumped right in on the heels of her own introduction, and did so with considerably more zeal than her shyer counterpart. Posing flamboyantly, she introduced herself as...
"The Pink Delinquent?" She whispered to her fairy, her voice muffled by the other girl's continued speech.
"Not everyone is fortunate enough to have a Fairy companion with naming sense as good as mine, my dear miss Kyōka," Ariel replied, seeming tremendously pleased with herself.
"I see... Um... Thanks."
"Not a problem - all part of the job. Besides, I've had practice."
It seemed like the... umm... Pink Delinquent - it was still a little hard for her to take that name seriously - specialized in remote-controlling ribbons to attack her enemies. It seemed like something like that would be difficult to control properly, though. After all, Kyōka herself could barely keep control of a simple one-directional force output. She couldn't help but marvel that this other girl was able to keep it all straight. Even if she had a silly name, Pink-senpai was definitely somebody to be respected. Perhaps she'd take her up on her offer for advice... No, no, that would be too embarrassing. Besides, she'd only waste her time, and as an experienced Magical Girl, her time was valuable.
Unfortunately, speaking of the duties of a Magical Girl, it seemed like she'd be having to do her part after all, as at that moment, the fairy who'd introduced herself as Megumi seemed to notice something, and, in perfect sync, Ariel followed suit.
"Miss Kyōka, I don't want to be the bringer of bad news, or force you to do this, but it seems we'll have to fight after all," Ariel said gravely. Kyōka shuddered. Hadn't these two experienced magical girls referred to this as a "powerful" Negari? Was it really okay for an inexperienced amateur like her to get involved? More than just worrying about the potential for interfering with the others, Kyōka wondered if she could even do anything, or keep herself safe. "I know it's unpleasant, but if this creature is being drawn to our magical signatures, think of what will happen if you retreat. There's a chance you might lure it directly into a more populated area." Well, she couldn't really argue with that logic, but even so... She struggled to find a way out, only to draw a blank. So there really was no choice but to fight... Her legs were quivering a little, but she tried to hide it, took a deep breath, and stood her ground, bracing her right leg against the concrete. A faint violet light shot through the seams of her boot, and a similar glow began to build in her gloves.
"U-umm... I'll... do what I can to support you, then, senpai!" With that, she'd officially volunteered. Even if she wanted to, it was too late to regret this now. | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,315 | 1,512 | 28 | 707 | 517 | As the conversation between the trio of magical girls was coming to a close, Shiina's mind was a blur - She had met 2 new magical girls and, while Aegis-chan was pretty reluctant, she got both of their phone numbers! Since Shiina didn't have her phone on her, she left memorization up to Ogata. After all, since she had to give up most of her magical energy for Shiina to use her skills, she was mostly delegated to the secretary and radar role. While Ogata seemed mentally occupied with repeating the digits over and over, the other fairies seemed to sense a presence in the distance. Another magical girl, perhaps? Shiina grew hopeful a second, before the looks on Ariel and Megumi's faces faltered slightly.
"Negari just formed, and a good size one, too. It's a ways off, but coming towards us. I think it's sensed us. We've got maybe two minutes before it gets here."
Shiina's blood immediately ran cold. A good-sized Negari having just formed? Every time Shiina had seen a Negari, newly formed or not, it was always incredibly small, the largest she's ever seen being just over the size of a Great Dane, and doglike in shape... As thoughts rushed through her mind, she hardly heard the other girls speaking, and it took Ogata snapping her fingers directly next to her ear for Shiina to snap back to reality.
"Yo Pink, weren't you complaining about not having a big fight yet? Not to mention, you got backup. Don't wuss out and make me regret igniting your heart."
The last part was a bit hurtful, but Shiina knew that Ogata didn't mean it. That was her way of motivating Shiina when she was worried about something. Nodding her head slightly, she slowly lowered the three ribbons attached to her dress down to the ground, extending them and keeping herself steady. By the time she was 40 feet in the air, she was able to see the Negari in the distance, rapidly coming closer. Roughly estimating it's sizes, Shiina guessed it's height to be somewhere around 10-15' tall and it looked like it weighed at least 2 tons. The creature was jet black and it knocked cars out of it's path as it made it's way right towards the group of girls. at it's current pace, it would be on them in about 1 minute and 30 seconds, and Shiina was very thankful that there seemed to be a lack of civilians. Shiina was almost as thankful that this was a beast-like Negari, as the only humanoid Negari she had ever seen was small, like an imp, and was by far the smartest Negari she had ever faced. This Negari didn't seem intelligent in the slightest however, as it preferred to move on as direct of a path towards the girls as possible, throwing cars out of the way rather than walking around them. Still though this would be the toughest fight she would ever participate in, but the fact that 2 other magical girls were assisting her comforted her slightly. Shiina slowly lowered herself from where she was and, by the time she was back on the ground, they had about a minute left, and the Negari was clearly audible, snarling and scratching the streets with it's claws.
As soon as she made it down, Shiina immediately readied her ribbons, extending them to their maximum length of 50 feet and keeping them loose and cloth-like, so she would be able to quickly bind the creature. Shiina knew her role in combat soon after unlocking her power: she was best at support, and should only attack if the enemy is strong enough to break her restraints (and considering this thing was flipping cars with only mild effort, it wouldn't be too surprising if it could rip through steel. Shiina called out to the other girls, ready to snap her ribbons forwards and wrap the Negari the second it entered her range.
"Be ready guys, this thing is coming quick. Stay in the rear, Aegis-chan, only attack if you have a clear shot."
Shiina didn't really enjoy being bossy, but she just wanted to make sure Aegis was safe. After all, her powers didn't seem that good at range unless she had a rock or something to push, and Shiina didn't think it would be a good idea to attack in melee, and the glowing blue sphere in her hand seemed that it would be pretty ranged. Just as the Negari came into view, Shiina immediately focused, poising her ribbons in unison to bind it when it got close. | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
55,316 | 1,512 | 29 | 1,541 | 255 | Masako Imagawa
While Shadowrender offered an explanation, Masako wasn't entirely convinced. Could there have really been such an overwhelming mass of Negari that nobody but Shadowrender here had to to deal with, or even had noticed? She had to admit she didn't know the ins and outs of Negari perfectly just yet, but considering they were rabid monsters, such a concentrated attack with little evidence other than one disheveled Magical Girl seemed odd to her. Masako's suspicions were further raised by the fact that the little girl, Hummingbird, also expressed doubts as to the truth of her story. Whatever that thing was she held in her hands, it seemed to give her some insight as to what was wrong with Shadowrender.
"If there's something dangerous out there, you're only putting others in danger by keeping it secret." Lutin had chosen this moment to interject. "I certainly hope you're not letting your foolish pride cloud your judgement. Lives depend on the speedy extermination of Negari, and you'll be responsible if something goes unchecked because of you." Lutin was being brutally blunt right now. Masako only offered a sheepish grin in response; she hadn't intended to press the issue so forcefully, and she could only hope Lutin hadn't just offended the girl herself. The irony of it was not lost on Masako, but one look at Lutin told her she seemed convinced she was doing the right thing. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
55,317 | 1,512 | 30 | 1,924 | 4,934 | Yukimura Noriko
Unfortunately, it seemed that the magical girl didn't listen, too quickly speeding away for Noriko to be certain that the intended advice had been noticed. It wasn't the most important thing for a novice to learn but it was definitely high on those that helped avoid any early embarrassment. Young girls were not, as a rule, highly versed in how various different roofs were constructed.
Then a complete stranger came over to her. Had Akane been a moment later, the white-haired girl would already be on her way to get something to eat but in the presence of another fan... "That was definitely a magical girl! Her jumping was impressive yet unsteady and she does not appear to be anyone that the community has started to record details on. This must be her first time on the job!"
Maybe if she could meet more fans like this, she wouldn't have to rely on persuading other magical girls to hang around after a patrol to make friends? | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
55,318 | 1,512 | 31 | 511 | 3,294 | 葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)
The cool, contemplating gaze of Katsura Hyoukyo, class representative of East Umitori High's Class 3-G, swept over the familiar blonde who had addressed her, a sign of recognition immediately finding its way to her face. While she was not personally acquainted with the younger girl, she knew her to be a fellow student of hers, albeit one attending first year rather than third like her. The underclasswoman's name was, if she recalled correctly:
"There is no need, Nakajima-san," she replied politely with a kindly smile, the name slotting into her mind with little to no difficulty. Nakajima Hoshi was one of the more prominent first years, likely due to her exuberance, and the information she had obtained via osmosis was enough to identify the blonde quite quickly. "Thank you for your offer, but I do not wish to impose."
Why not take it, boss? We coulda gotten out more fast and get the sausages!
It is simply polite not to take advantage of an underclassman, and the amount of time saved is too miniscule to expend extra effort on.
Sausages are deffo worth the effort!
As are improving your manners.
The purple-haired girl merely gestured with a slender arm for the younger girl to retake her place in the line. Even if she had not been a member of the lower year levels, and thus deserving of a third year's duty to provide support to their younger brethren, Hyoukyo would have still refused to take advantage of the situation, no matter if the possibility that a single second could be saved remained. Not that it was likely, of course; of the second-hand information she had gleaned of Nakajima, there was a constant thread between them: the blonde was fast. Likely faster than her, meaning that she would merely be inconveniencing herself in she took the offer. It was wiser, then, to simply refuse. | Name: 葛 馮虚 (KATSURA Hyoukyo)
Magical Girl Title: Copenhagen Star
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Hyoukyo, when transformed, dons a navy blue overcoat with golden trim, creating an impression that she seems immobile. However, that is far from the case; despite the seeming bulkiness of her garb, with its silver, majestic epaulettes, it is particularly easy for her to move in this form, and underneath the coat is sleeveless, grey and silver vest with a simple golden orb at its centre, alongside navy blue trousers. A single, darkly-glowing orb hairpin also manifests on the left side of her head.
Personality: In her day to day life, Hyoukyo is the very image of the model student: a polite and reserved young woman who carries herself with nothing less than the appropriate decorum. She greets everyone with a warm smile, and is never deficit in kind words to give to her compatriots, whether they be simple shopkeepers, the teachers at her school, or her classmates. Her marks, particularly amongst the sciences, are consistently high, the reward borne from her diligent studying and sharp mental faculties. In fact, the class representative-like student will, if queried, courteously explain to you that her ambitions lie in the field of physics, and that much of her hard work serves her quest to enter an university course related to such.
Knowledge is something Hyoukyo cherishes highly, and her highly analytical mind cannot help but absorb and categorise everything she sees and learns. She views it as incredibly important to know as much as possible, although she prefers to keep much of what she learns close to the heart unless the situation prompts it (and if it would suit her own plans and purposes). Indeed, when not surrounded by textbooks, her powerful curiosity drives her to investigate many other things, learning and growing from all the knowledge she consumes.
Despite her zeal in that regard, she is a remarkably patient figure, proper and unflappable to a fault. Of course, this does not prevent her from being subtly condescending to those she dislikes, particularly if they have displayed too obvious a weakness, and her views can be tinged somewhat by a sense of exasperation that the stranger things in life. Her sense of humour is also rather dry, and her polite manner of speech only serves to convey this. She can also be particularly talkative on subjects she enjoys; it isn't too strange to hear diatribes on them from time to time.
While she tries to hide it, of course, Hyoukyo also has a strong sense of right and wrong. While she may not be the most personable of people beyond giving polite advice to those she feels needs it, she will fight to address anything that conflicts with her moral code. It may not be overly present, but her heart does burn with heroism, and thus she will act to channel those energies against her foes.
Skills: What stands out the most about Hyoukyo is her intelligence: the analytical young woman is blessed with a sharp mind, allowing her to excel in both school and in areas that require the use of her brain. She thinks particularly rapidly, and is also very good at solving problems. She is also very skilled in regards to tennis, and regularly works out to keep fit for her sporting participation. She's reasonably fluent in English as well (and due to her parentage, knows a few phrases of German).
Abilities: Hyoukyo's main ability allows her to bend and twist space around her, using it in ways such as bringing her closer to her foes in the blink of an eye or diverting attacks off course from her. However, her changes to the fabric of 'space' do not tend to be permanent, and any modification she makes will eventually 'spring' back into its original shape when she stops actively making use of her power. It is possible for her to affect a permanent change if an immense amount of her energy is exerted, but she tries to abstain from doing so as to prevent herself from becoming extremely exhausted.
It is from this power that she derives her 'signature attack', the "Stellar Degeneration Blast", which is essentially a ball of condensed 'darkness' fired from her body towards an enemy, twisting and distorting space in its wake as well as generating a strong gravitational well around it. Those nearby will notice that it grows warmer and warmer the further away it gets from Hyoukyo. Its range is limited, but it is a high-power attack, serving as her 'finisher'. Contact with the ball generally tends to twist the enemy apart. Indeed, the amount of energy it requires from her dictates such, for otherwise her reserves will be left completely empty.
She is working on getting some more mundane special moves to work, however.
Her physical strength is noticeably greater than the average human's as well, allowing her to carry her large weapon.
Weapon(s):
Brief History: The only daughter to a pair of physicists, Hyoukyo is partly of German descent, with her Japanese father having first met her mother at a conference in Munich. Following their courtship, they gave birth to her in Hokkaido, and she would be raised in the island nation for the rest of her life, taking in far more of her father's culture than that of her mother's. This would only be helped along by the growing rift in her parents' relationship, which ended in a divorce that gave custody of her to her father. Thus, the girl was cut off from her German heritage at a young age, and was from then on taken care of singlehandedly by the elder Katsura.
It would be not long after her thirteenth birthday that her father fell in love once more with a woman from Umitori, marrying and immediately moving the household to the coastal city to join her new stepmother. While the change in scenery, and the presence of a new parental figure, was admittedly hard to get used to for Hyoukyo, she was soon able to acclimate to her new home, and threw herself headlong into her studies once more. Tensions did rise between her and her stepmother from time to time, but they would grow to understand one another, and Hyoukyo would view her as just an important figure in her life as her birth mother.
Nowadays, Hyoukyo is a proud student of East Umitori High School, where she also serves as a class representative for Class 3-G.
Fairy Name: カナリア (Kanaria)
Fairy Appearance: Kanaria is a palm-sized little girl with googly glasses and azure hair tied into pigtails. She wears a red baseball cap on top of her head, which tends to be one of the few constants of her appearance (due to her frequent change of doll clothes). Her wings, which allow her to fly, possess blue feathers and are rather birdlike.
Fairy Personality: Kanaria is a foul-mouthed girl, contrasting greatly with the demeanour of her contractee. She's overly talkative, incredibly exuberant, and generally full of the vices you wouldn't expect such a tiny creature to have. She adores money, and is willing to do anything to get as much dosh as possible. Her sense of humour is rather immature, and she adores the strangest of puns. However, despite her myriad flaws, her heart is in the right place, and she cares greatly for Hyoukyo.
Theme Song: Heian Alien -hz style- |
55,319 | 1,512 | 32 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Akane could barely contain her excitement. Not only had she seen a magical, even if it was only a quick glimpse, but she'd seen a new magical girl? That meant she could start spreading the word before anyone else! She could bring the world's attention to this new magical girl so quickly, as soon as she got home! It was a different kind of excitement then if she'd caught a glimpse of an established magical girl, but it was fact that any magical girl deserved to be reacted to with excitement and interest, no matter how unpopular they were! In Akane's eyes, this was the only way to feel about magical girls!
"Aaah, I'm going to have to spread the word about her right now!" Home was too far. Akane had to pull out her phone and post about meeting a new magical girl immediately. There was no way she was going to pass up getting to tell everyone what she'd just seen, no way at all! The quicker she did so the better chance there'd be that she was the first to talk about her too!
Only when she opened the Magical Girl Fan twitter, her eyes were immediately greeted with a worrying message.
"big negari on my street!"
"... E... eh?"
Shadowrender Mitsuko's shoulders sagged and she let out a heavy sigh, leaning up against the wall. Not only was she exhausted, but now she had to deal with this? Besides, she wasn't exactly ready to cover what had happened in detail... It had been a rough night for her, to say the least. Of course they'd been able to figure out something else had been responsible. Of course. Her spear left her shoulders and the tip was planted solidly into the concrete.
"I got in a scuffle with another magical girl last night, okay?"
This wasn't the full story. But neither was she going to tell them that nor was she going to let on there was anything else to it. Sometimes magical girls fought.
It wasn't as if they'd believe anything else.
Meanwhile, as the large Negari made its way towards the magical girls, it was being watched from a distance... | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,320 | 1,512 | 33 | 1,671 | 117 | Why? Keiko's brow wrinkled as she blinked twice in confusion. Was Shadowrender-san still hiding something? She had magical girl and Negari colors on her, and this confused the winged magical girl. Plus, there was that sickly, sickly smoky color which made her want to gag, but was it Negari? Maybe? It was hard to tell, there were only traces. "Did you fight Negari too? Anyone else?"
A creature of the courts and high society's chess games, Tsubame knew all too well the girl wasn't telling them everything. She couldn't see herself cracking the spearhand's facade, though. It would be much easier if she could speak with the girl's fairy--wait a second. Where was Shadowrender's fairy? She should be healing the spearhand, or at the very least close by, but the fey was nowhere to be seen. This was worrying indeed. | Name: Saeki Keiko
Magical Girl Title: Hummingbird
Age: 11
Gender: Female
A small, round child. Keiko is an elementary schooler and looks the part. She has long, navy blue hair and round blue eyes, and is usually struck by an expression of awe or wonder. When not wearing her school uniform, she usually wears pastel sundresses or frilly blouses, and almost never goes without some kind of hat or ribbon. She looks the very epitome of innocence.
Magical Girl Appearance: She dons a frilled, feathery sleeveless light yellow dress, with hazel highlights here and there. A long, flowing scarf compliments it, glittering in iridescent blues and teals. She wears a feathered hat much like this, and tights to match. Her shoes are similar in color to her scarf, and are adorned with yellow feathers.
Personality: Wide-eyed and wet-behind-the-ears, Keiko is unassuming, shy, and curious. She loves adventure and will often strike out on her own into the forest, searching for bugs and berries and all sorts of fun! She prefers to be alone, as it's a lot more interesting and less distracting to survey things on her own.
She's an only child and used to the freedom that comes with it. Her parents both work and she's been taking care of herself since she was about 7, making her own meals and sometimes putting herself to bed. While she's quite independent, she's also rather emotionally detached and inexperienced because of this. She's rather naive to the feelings and motives of others and does her best to avoid any kind of interaction that won't result in something interesting happening.
The only company she likes to keep is that of the creatures in the forest behind her house. Insects, spiders, birds and deer, she's a regular Disney princess, minus the 'animals love her' part. She's often covered with scratches and bites from her attempted 'friendships.'
Skills:
Intuitive: Keiko picks up skills quite instinctually and is very good at connecting them with abstract concepts.
Charming: Despite rarely interacting with them, Keiko enamors those around her. People tend to want to protect her, and dote on her.
Perceptive: She's very alert and usually the first person in a room to notice when something's changed. She's also very adept at eavesdropping and gleaning small bits of information.
Independant: Especially for her age, Keiko can take care of herself, particularly domestic needs.
Abilities: Keiko gains increased mobility and great speed, as well as improved reflexes that allow her to react in time with her newfound agility.
Flight of Fancy allows her to convert her scarf into a pair of shining wings, enabling flight and the ability to whip up razor-sharp wind blasts.
The wings are properly called Wings of Whimsy, and grant her the ability to convert creative energy into enchantments that she can apply to herself or others.
Wildspeak is an ability that allows her to communicate with animals. While it doesn't guarantee their allegiance, it's a rather useful ability, particularly for information-gathering.
Quill Barrage is her most offensive ability, allowing her to convert feathers to sharp, dangerous projectile weapons. Often used in conjunction with the enchantments from Wings of Whimsy.
Weapon(s): A hardwood baton that doubles as a telescope. It can be used to see things in infrared, magical auras, and life force, among other things. It's more of a tool than an offensive weapon, but it can pack a punch.
Brief History: The only child of two busy office workers, Keiko has been raised to be independent from a young age. She's been a latchkey kid since the age of 5, cooking her own meals since 7, and putting herself to bed since 9. This never particularly harmed her, per se, but it did a number on her social life and abilities. She learned to entertain herself and withdrew at school, the quiet, studious child in the back of the room who only stood to ask questions about things that interested her. When she did speak, she seemed rather precocious and knowledgeable, but coaxing her to communicate was usually a futile endeavor. Even at 11, she still rarely speaks to her classmates, preferring the company of wildlife and now her fairy.
Fairy Name: Tsubame
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: A matronly, proper sort of fairy, Tsubame sensed a power potential heart to ignite one day whilst wandering through the forest. She was surprised, if not slightly dismayed to see it belonged to a girl so young, but contacted her regardless, as she couldn't afford to be picky. She's rather temperamental and traditional, often attempting to educate Keiko in the ways of the world and becoming irritated at the girl's eccentric behavior. Despite her hang-ups, she truly cares for the child, and has found herself almost becoming something of a surrogate mother to the curious loner.
Theme Song: Pizzicato Drops |
55,321 | 1,512 | 34 | 371 | 30 | EAT LEAD, GRAVEL MUNCHER!!
A noise like a train crashing into an aluminum shack enveloped the surrounding area, and a seemingly regretful negari was pulverized before dissipating.
A disembodied voice questioned the... unusual choice of language, "Gravel muncher?"
From Shimura Akiko, a young girl of no more than 14 years and the unlikely source of all this calamity, came the indignant retort, "Yes. Gravel muncher. Like biting the dust."
"Whatever just... hurry up. We need to get going before people show up; the whole city probably heard your lack of self-control." replied the voice, now given form in Belladonna, a master manipulator with little interest in the wellbeing of others.
"We've been at this for months now, and we've seen what, five? six? of these things. I can at least have a bit of fun when we do find something. Besides, it's not like we're going to see anything else tonight."
A split second passed and the bullets came whizzing right back into the cylinders of Akiko's oversized revolvers. She crouched down, waited for a few seconds, and went sailing off, leaving a spiderweb crack in the ground.
A short bit later, Akiko crashed down onto a near rooftop. "The worst part *huff* *huff* is the landing."
Akiko used about half of her magical potential in that frivolous display. Bell was right. | Name: Shimura Akiko
Magical Girl Title: Valkyrie
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Average height, average build. Akiko has short, orange hair and usually wears midnight blue.
Magical Girl Appearance: When transformed Akiko wears a long midnight blue overcoat reaching mid calf over an orange dress reaching mid thigh. Bright orange stockings and platform shoes complete the look. The shoes act as a magical capacitor, allowing Akiko to trickle feed into them for her Effortless Bound, spreading the energy over time and allowing her to take less damage from further jumps at the cost of time.
Personality: Akiko is of a rash nature and very extroverted. She loves being the center of attention. Akiko relies on others’ validation as she has little to no true self esteem, yet she exudes false confidence. Even if she does desire to help others, that is almost always secondary to the validation a simple “Thank you” brings her. Her reliance on others can cause her to be fairly gullible, and she often regrets her choices upon reflection. Akiko always holds the door, and cries in solitude.
Skills:
Detachment: Since becoming a magical girl, Akiko has learned to detach herself from the sensation of pain during battle. Currently it is only partial, but as Akiko gains more combat experience, she will get better at nullifying the pain caused by her abilities and inflicted by her enemies.
Friendly: Akiko’s outgoing and charismatic nature enables her to easily make the acquaintance of unlikely allies.
Independent: Though she greatly relies on others’ emotional support, Akiko knows how to take care of her physical and environmental needs.
Intuitive: She is relatively “street smart”, and usually finds the obvious solution to a problem, if there is one.
Abilities:
Lead Barrage: Akiko can imbue any firearm she holds with magical energy, causing it to empty the clip in a split second in most cases. Depending on clip size, requires more magical energy.
Recall: She can pull ammunition back into a firearm, usually causing exit wounds and reloading her weapon. Energy cost depends on distance and integrity of the rounds. Takes longer and costs more if there are more rounds to reload.
Effortless Bound: By sending magical energy through her feet into a surface, Akiko can leap extraordinary distances off of nearly any surface. This damages enemies depending on the force applied.
Combat Focus: Unlike most magical girls, Akiko typically has human-range physical abilities. Instead, she can expend magical energy to apply moderate boosts to things like reaction time, agility, and strength.
Blue abilities work like any typical magical ability, expending only magical energy.
Orange abilities are much more dangerous, as Akiko sends rampant and uncontrolled magic through her body. In smaller doses, this simply causes physical pain, but if unchecked Akiko can easily come to harm or even die.
Weapon(s): Twin magical pistols, gunmetal black with a blue sheen to them. Similar to a mundane pistol, they can only fire 15 times apiece before being reloaded. Strangely enough, rather than having a clip, they function as ridiculously large revolvers.
Brief History:
When Akiko was just a child, her mother left her financially-dependent, alcoholic father with next to nothing. Shimura Tetsuya needed to seek rehabilitation, and left Akiko in his estranged father's care. A bumbling old man, Akiko’s grandfather was not the most attentive caretaker. She tried to take solace in her friends’ companionship, but always felt a bit isolated, even when surrounded by others. After Tetsuya exited rehab, he took up a couple part time jobs and bought the cheapest apartment he could find for two, and took Akiko back into his care. He often came home too worn out to properly take care of Akiko, so she had to learn to live on her own at a young age. She has trouble keeping her recently realized identity as a magical girl, especially due to the praise it's reveal would bring her.
Fairy Name: Belladonna
Fairy Personality: Despite her unassuming visage, Bell is a manipulative and cruel fairy. She has little concern for the wellbeing of others and will do most anything to further her position. She acts affirming and caring around Akiko, and although this is only to gain her ear, she falls for it wholeheartedly. In many ways Belladonna is the single most dangerous individual to Akiko.
Theme Song: TBD |
55,322 | 1,512 | 35 | 1,924 | 4,934 | The magical girl looked over Akane's shoulder to see what she was writing (and try and work out how people managed to get out messages on phones quickly; when she had to use one, Noriko simply couldn't manage it with any sort of speed) and immediately went from amused to concerned. Someone was reporting a Negari on their street? That was concerning but even more importantly... where were they?
"Ah, could you please ask that person where they might be found?" asked the white-haired girl, unable to prioritise finding a non-suspicious way to ask for the necessary information. What would it matter if a complete stranger knew that she was a magical girl, anyway? It wasn't like they would ever meet again after this. | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
55,323 | 1,512 | 36 | 1,541 | 255 | Masako Imagawa
Lutin was not entirely convinced by the girl's latest explanation. More than anything, it confirmed that she had lied to them once, and was therefore capable of lying to them again. Masako, on the other hand, though not entirely sure what to make of it all, was starting to feel rather sorry for the girl; whatever had happened, they were all here interrogating her as though she had committed a crime. "Um, perhaps we should give her a break?" She spoke up to the others. "There's little to be gained by giving her a hard time, surely? Let's just leave her be and get back to our duties?" Lutin rolled her eyes at Masako's suggestion, though she did not object. While she could care less if they hurt Shadowrender's feelings, she was also uncertain as to whether there was any merit in continuing with this questioning. She would just wait and see how the situation developed. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
55,324 | 1,512 | 37 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Ah? Er...
The other girl had suddenly gotten very close, and Akane couldn't help but feel a little startled over it. She hesitated for a few moments before quickly tapping out a message in response to the tweet, asking the person who had sent it(an individual who had decided to call themselves 'AmeAmeAme' and used an avatar depicting a character from a recent anime) just where the Negari was. It only took a moment for the response to come in.
"yamashita's it's by yamashita's there's magical girls too"
Yamashita's?! That wasn't even that far... there was a Negari that close by? It was hard to say that there hadn't been more of the creatures appearing recently but still... If there were magical girls there already they'd stop anyone from getting hurt, right?! That had to be the case. It had to be. Right?
"After I got..." Mitsuko narrowed her eyes slightly. She hated admitting to losing, that much was well-known, as was her typical distance from her fairy. "...After we stopped fighting, the Negari showed up and wouldn't leave me alone. Happy?"
The magical girl folded her arms across her chest. She looked like she hadn't gotten to sleep, either... wait, had she been fighting Negari for the whole night? It was certainly a possibility, given how exhausted she had seemed and how beaten up she looked. On top of getting in a fight with another magical girl, had she also been fighting for a whole night? That seemed ridiculous, even for an established magical girl... but it was hard to say such a thing wasn't a possibility when the stubborn existence known as Shadowrender Mitsuko was involved. | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,325 | 1,512 | 38 | 1,924 | 4,934 | Ah, thank you for the information, Noriko said, brightly stepping backwards. There might already be girls on the scene, but if someone was able to comment about both the Negari and the magical girls there was no sense in taking risks. After all, anything that stuck around for long enough to get noticed was obviously going to put up a pretty strong fight; she'd read about enough encounters like that and fought in a few of her own to work out the problem, "Now, ah, if you would keep this a secret..."
With nobody else in the street focusing on the two, the traditional girl stepped back and raised one hand to her chest. In normal circumstances Noriko would have been the first to shout out the phrase at the top of her lungs... but with no Negari actually here that would cause an unreasonable panic. She would just have to stick to conversation volume. "Ignite Heart."
The transformation was near instantaneous: one second, a long-girl dressed in a kimono; the next a barefoot girl with a tight outfit and short hair. A brief second was spent adjusting the ribbon tied to her wrist--"Hawthorne, refrain from antagonising the other fairies again"--and then she was eyeing up the nearby rooftops.
Quite unlike Kyoka's maiden voyage, there was no fancy ability involved in her ascent, simply enhanced abilities and honed reflexes. It wasn't brute force that got the Ripper to the nearby roofs; she made her way up by kicking off the opposing wall and catching the desired lip, then hauling herself up as if it was nothing. She might have been one of the physically weakest magical girls, but it wasn't good to forget the comparison. Then she was off--heading straight towards the diner that she had been to a handful of times in the past year.
Indeed, there were other magical girls there, including the new one from earlier, and an oversized Negari as she had been expecting--and was already examining for structural defects. It looked like her knives might not be enough to cut this apart... well, not quickly. She could at least tell everyone else where to aim.
"Oh my, this is a large one," Noriko noted, feet swinging from the diner's edge, "Once I have a good look at it, I can tell you where it will be weak." | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
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The ground was beginning to shake. Kyōka could hear something loudly scraping across the pavement, like a blade against concrete. There were several loud crashes, and a car alarm rang in the distance. Then, suddenly, out from a side street, an enormous creature covered in pincer-like claws rushed forth, skidding to a stop as it turned its giant head to face them. Kyōka's blood froze in her veins as the beast let out a mighty roar, and she barely even heard her pink Senpai telling her to stay back - not as if that was necessary. She'd just steeled herself to fight, but... but... what even was there that she could do against THAT?! It was the size of a bus! No, maybe even bigger than a bus! It looked like its skin was made of solid stone, and it could probably crush her with a flick of its giant pincer-arm, even with her body's reinforcement!
"Aegis, calm down!" Ariel bellowed in her ear, and she jumped, momentarily in her surprise forgetting that she should have been afraid. "Nobody's expecting you to bring that thing down head on. But there are things you can do. Those powers I gave you aren't useless. If you use your head, you can definitely find a way to help!"
She took a deep breath. Ariel was right, of course. If she lost her head here, then she'd only slow the others down. She had to think... how could she help them? Just as she was thinking about this, though, somebody suddenly shouted from behind her. Another Magical Girl? She said she'd be able to find the creature's weaknesses... Then that meant that it had weaknesses, right?
The Negari began to scuttle forward, and in an instant, Kyōka had her answer. Its movements were bug-like in nature, with its long, carapace-covered body being impelled forward by several thin, spiky back legs. None of its back limbs looked particularly sturdy, though - at least, not in comparison to the weight they had to support. Plus, weren't the joints of most arthropods exposed underneath their outward shells? She distinctly remembered pulling some cooked crab legs out of their sockets without much difficulty when she'd gone to a seafood restaurant...
"I... I think I have an idea! Try to keep it busy!" She called out to the others, before bracing herself against her right leg, feeling the power within it surging up to the level it had been at before. As the Negari drew closer, she leaped, trying to angle herself to the side as much as possible.
A blast of purple light formed under her foot, and she rocketed to the side of the approaching creature, flipping completely head-over-heels in mid air. Crap, she'd used way too much energy! She was pretty sure she'd crash through a building at any second now! She had to jump again! Bracing herself on thin air, she leaped with whatever power she could charge, immediately halting and reversing her previous momentum sending her shooting straight back towards... Towards...
...She hit the ground running, landing only a few feet away from the Negari. Its back set of eyes immediately refocused, staring straight at her. She gulped, seeing a long, bladed leg rising directly up to intercept her. Frantically raising her right hand, she did the first thing that came to mind. The mental image of a crab's leg being tugged from its body blinked back into her mind.
A symbol of a violet palm formed in front of her, and all at once, the air around her suddenly came rushing inward. She ducked, and one of the Negari's legs came flying right past her head, only narrowly missing decapitating her. But, even if it was stretched upward, she hadn't quite managed to knock it out of its socket... She just needed a little more force!
...She raised her left hand, pointing her palm upward as her eyes caught a glimpse of a slightly different hue of black in the joint between the Negari's hard shell and its rock-like leg. Another purple sigil appeared, and then-
An explosion of force ripped outward from her, slamming into the joint. There was a sickening, fleshy squelch, and the Negari's limb tore partially from its body, snapping back around and slamming into its own back before flopping back down, hanging by a tendril of something that looked somewhere between blood and flesh, a nondescript and disgusting black ooze that trailed behind it as it staggered. It howled and swept out one of its front claws, forcing Kyōka to hastily jump back to avoid being splattered herself. She resisted the urge to vomit at the disgusting spectacle she'd created, while the Negari stumbled for a moment before re-balancing itself on its remaining limbs.
"Nicely done! A little more like that, and we might be able to bring it down!" Ariel cheered encouragingly in her ear, but Kyōka was too busy trying to come to terms with the fact that she'd just done something incredibly stupid.
"That... That thing almost pasted me! Why did I think that was a good idea? I think I'm gonna be sick... Even if it worked, that was still so gross!" She squeaked. | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,327 | 1,512 | 40 | 2,463 | 650 | Okay, that's... bigger than I expected. Midori looked around as the Negari charged out. She'd been expecting something the size of a bear, maybe a rhinoceros, tops. This thing was large enough that "large" simply didn't compute. It took Megumi basically bellowing in her ear to get her attention.
"Midori, you have to move! Get out of there!"
Midori rolled to the side just in time to avoid being crushed under a massive claw. Bless her dumb little heart, her fairy had gotten her head in the game. She took stock of the situation. That armor looks pretty thick. I don't think I can penetrate it, at least on the first try. I'm going to have to make my own weak spot. She dug her heels in, took careful aim, and cried out, "Thunder Cannon!"
The Negari took the blast in the flank, but its armor absorbed some of the hit. A decent amount of black goop oozed from the wound, and Midori flashed a fierce smile. She'd hurt it. A few more shots like that, and it would be down for the count. | Name: Himura Shizuri
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Kuroe the Writer (Also her pen name)
Age:17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: In her Transformed state Shizuri wears a black suit with a cream colored vest and pink tie. Her ordinarily messy hair is done up into a ponytail and her glasses are absent entirely.
Personality:
In the flesh Shizuri is almost terminally shy, reluctant to act around people that she knows and entirely useless around strangers. Any attention drawn to her is unwelcome and she does not readily express herself without being prompted, even around good friends.
Though the anonymity of the internet she is outgoing and opinionated. Shizuri is passionate about anything that she takes an interest in and can be driven to show her anger with a small amount of provocation. She isn't a naturally angry person but more vibrant emotions more easily rise to the top if she is caught off guard. These traits even carry through to her magical girl form. Nobody could possibly mistake shy Himura Shizuri for Kuroe the brash magical girl.
Skills: Writing, playing and mixing music and video games.
Abilities: With her Marker Shizuri can modify the properties of objects by writing on them and impose her will upon the world. Longer, more detailed passages have greater effects. She can change the shapes of things and even give them magical properties for a limited time.
Tool: The Black Marker
Brief History:
Himura Shizuri merely passed through life to this point. Her shy nature and inability to make friends meant that she made as little an impact upon those that she crossed paths with as they did upon her. The origin of this might have been her families constant moving with her fathers work and the very brief nature of any friendships early in her life.
With the absence of any other people to spend her time with, Shizuri filled her life with more solitary activities such as writing and other hobbies. Behind her online nickname Kuroe she found a way to express her thoughts and feelings without having to meet face to face with anyone.
While in her first year of high school she published her first romance novel under this same nickname. It was a success and afterone year of high school she dropped out to write full time, moving into an apartment of her own and living a life of solitude. She now publishes at an astounding rate, living out her own fantasies on the pages she writes. Beneath it all, what she possibly desires most is the ability to interact with people face to face, like those in her stories.
It is of course open knowledge that Magical Girl Kuroe and Kuroe the author are one and the same.
Fairy Name: Fid
Fairy Appearance: Fid is a diminutive Fairy, even among her own kind she is considered small. Fids hair is a brilliant white and what passes for her wings and even her clothing is an indistinct darkness that flows around her body like scraps of black silk with her wings coming from four small points on her back. In flight she looks like a pinprick of light followed by a rippling inky trail.
Fairy Personality: Fids nature is a direct contrast to that of Shizuri. She is always outgoing and will rise to any challenge, especially anything that might directly go against Shizuri herself. Fid will poke fun at anything and any one meaning that nothing is off limits if the mood strikes her. She is in tune very intimately with Shizuri and is able to convey her feelings for her.
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55,328 | 1,512 | 41 | 707 | 517 | Shiina stood poised, ready to strike the second the Negari showed it's deformed physique around the corner, preparing to tie it in ribbons while Midori shocked the monstrosity. Seconds dragged on, trickling by like the sweat that dripped off her skin. Ribbons were hanging loosely, already at their maximum length, and Shiina was already about to launch them when she saw the hulking Negari (Who looked far larger when it was so close) tumble around the corner, flinging a car into a building with only slight discomfort. Shiina was just about to send the contorting around the muscular exoskeleton or negative emotion, when she heard a voice ring out behind her.
"Oh my, this is a large one. Once I have a good look at it, I can tell you where it will be weak."
Snapping her head, Shiina could see the form of The Ripper behind her, wielding two knives and addressing the small group. Shiina would have squealed in delight that her hero was there, speaking to her, if there wasn't a massive monster seconds away from smashing her to pieces. However, her voice inadvertently distracted Shiina, and by time she turned her head back to the Negari, it was already halfway across the block! ...But it wasn't moving? Straining her eyes slightly, Shiina manages to see Aegis barely dodge one of the Negari's legs fly past her head. Shiina prepared to use her ribbons to shield Aegis, but before she managed to fling her ribbons to surround her, Aegis thrust her right hand towards one of the Negari's legs, and in a flash of brilliant purple light, the limb she was targeting erupted out of it's socket, hanging on by a thread of starry-black ooze and dark meat. Shiina sighed slightly, happy that her new friend was safe and still had her head. To her side, Shiina heard Midori cry out "Thunder Cannon!", as a ball of blue light, so bright it hurt to look at, flew from her hand straight into the Neagri's side, more of the starry liquid pouring out of the fresh wound.
Shiina smiled sadistically as the monster cried out in an amalgamation of pain and rage. Midori and Aegis were incredibly powerful if they managed to take such large chunks out of the Negari. Shiina quickly lowered herself down from the building, deciding to play the support role. Just as she made it in range, she sent one of her ribbons into the wound that Midori had created, twisting the cloth inside of the creatures flesh before strengthening it and flailing it around inside the creature. The resulting wail turned Shiina's smile into a sneer, and she sent the two remaining ribbons to restrain the monstrosities primary claw, clenching like a vice. She had hoped to crack the creature's exoskeleton, but it seemed that she couldn't leave a mark. Shiina began to pant heavily as she poured mana into the restraining ribbons, whispering into the air the name of her most used technique.
"Gleipnir Crush..."
Ogata clutched the side of her head at the sudden drain of mana, swearing under her breath.
"Whenever you fight a Negari, I always feel like I should sign you up for an anger management class or something. Warn me next time you use one of your moves!"
"Not a good time, Ogata!"
Shiina knew that the ribbons wouldn't last long, especially after the Negari managed to flip cars with little strain. However, it only took a few minutes for her ribbons to regenerate, and they would heal even faster if she poured mana into them. The main point of restraining the Negari was to distract it long enough that the others could land a few hits in, and Ripper could find it's weakness. Eyes glaring, Shiina focused entirely on keeping the Negari restrained, only absentmindedly swinging the ribbon inside of the creature around. She turned her head slightly, watching Ripper in her peripheral vision. If her fan sites had anything to say, she had quite the reputation and a number of fans (including Shiina). You couldn't get that kind of fame easily, and Shiina wanted to see her in person - after all, you can only feel a shred of how strong someone is from video, and Shiina was excited to see what an experienced magical girl could do! | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
55,329 | 1,512 | 42 | 2,628 | 9,835 | ... Haaaah?!
Akane was rendered speechless when the girl standing before her suddenly transformed and became... That was The Ripper! It was definitely Magical Girl The Ripper! there was no mistaking her when she saw that outfit and jumped away. That was... that was incredible! That was almost impossibly incredible! The redhead felt her heart hammering in her chest with excitement, her hands trembling... Was that real? Was that really real? She wasn't dreaming, right? Akane pinched herself and confirmed the fact as she did. She wasn't dreaming at all. This was real. This was actually happening to her.
She took a deep breath, trembling, and then shook her head. What could she do now after that? What could she... what could she...
... Maybe... If there were people in trouble... if it was a large Negari, would the magical girls be able to keep an eye on everyone? And... and she knew where the fight was... if she could see it...
... Against all her instincts, Akane took a deep breath and ran straight for danger, kicking herself for her own stupidity the whole time.
Something seemed a little strange, even as the Negari was clearly injured. Perhaps the fairies would feel that the atmosphere felt a little... dark? As if there was, perhaps, not only one Negari... | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
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Saki's Dialogue Color
Shia's Dialogue Color
Saki wasn't fond of cram school. It left it her more exhausted than regular school did. Her body had all this pent up energy to spare, but her brain felt numb. A nice jog around the campus sounded nice, even if they would reprimand her for breaking curfew.
The commute back to the dorms always felt like an eternity. The aisle seat next to her was stained with what she assumed with cherry soda. Anytime someone passed by a sweet aroma wafted into the air. She rested her head against the window, which was cool and refreshing. She could feel the faint rush of wind against her skin as it filtered through the loose window seals. She tried to just focus on the rumble of the bus, they subtle changes in how it shook the seats. Almost like meditating, it eased her mind.
An automatic diesel is still a diesel. No amount of padding could mask the intense power that resonates along the vehicles frame like a tuning fork. The bus seat thrummed in tune with the engine, but the vibrations felt off. She had been riding this bus home for the past weeks since she enrolled in East Umitori. She liked to think she knew it well.
There! It did it again
About a week ago the engine began to shift gears more roughly. The lurch is sent through the bus was becoming stronger. Despite her best efforts to giver her brain some rest, her mind wandered and old habits resurfaced.
A bad gasket or seal maybe?
A little fairy rustled inside the pouch of Saki's backpack and yawned, derailing her train of thought.
"Did you have a nice nap?" Though small and meek, Saki's voice was clear. Her lisp was still obvious but smoother. She had been practicing. Her hands still reflexively gestured a few signs out of habit.
Shia rubbed her eyes and looked up at her partner. "Oh yes! I needed that," she said with an earnest smile.
"I can't imagine anything more boring than watching you read and study silently for two hours." Her matter-of-fact way of speaking left no hints of mockery or sarcasm. Shia's tired expression said it all; she didn't even need to speak. She stretched, then let her arms hang over the lip of the pouch. "I don't know how you put up with it."
"Begrudgingly." Saki returned with a smirk. Such small lips were harder to read, but Shia always spoke with the same even rhythm, so it wasn't hard to follow along once Saki got used to it.
"Wanting to become a public speaker is admirable, but you need to be able to talk louder than whisper, if you want people to hear you. Your lisp is getting better at least. Would you like me to praise you for it?"
Saki might have taken offense and glowered if it had been anyone else, but she knew Shia was trying to be encouraging in her own way, no matter how patronizing she seemed. Shia was sincere about nearly everything she did or said. It was refreshing in a way, if a bit grating sometimes.
"We're going on patrol tonight. It's been a week since we last went out, and you need to practice your magic as much as you do your trigonometry."
A long sigh heaved from Saki's chest. It's hard enough to keep up with schoolwork by default. How do those other magical girls keep up with it all?
With a lurch, the bus slowed to a stop. Sake could feel the frame start to lower slightly as the air brakes engaged Saki offered her fairy an ambivalent, pensive look, the uncertainty plain on her face, but eventually gave a meek nodded.
"We'll do it together!" | Name: 水原 咲希, Mizuhara Saki
Magical Girl Title: "Amethyst Charm"
As a very recent inductee to the Magical Girl ranks, Saki hasn't really received a nickname or title that has caught on yet. Though "Amethyst Charm" is being passed around online.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance:
Personality:
Saki is naturally energetic, and though not necessarily outgoing, she is overflowing with a quiet cheer. Her youthful exuberance tends to infect others, especially when she smiles. Whether it's playing in the rain, going on long walks, or taking a few swings at the batting cages, she's always doing something and staying active. It's all too easy to get swept up in her pace.
Tireless diligence, no matter how enviable, only goes so far when it comes to relationships. Reaching out to others in a raw bid for human connection isn't easy sometimes. Her deafness has been persistent obstacle, and a wellspring of frustration and tears. However, rather than fighting it, she tries living with it and changing herself bit by bit.
Quick to feel joy and quick to forget grudges, she's a sweet girl that is just trying to find her way in the world.
Skills:
Amateur Technician - Years of watching her uncle work, and secretly tinkering with his tools and equipment, has made her fairly handy in diagnosing and repairing car problems (and a few other choice items). Her depth of knowledge is limited mainly to cars and motorbikes, particularly mechanical systems.
Sadly, her modest expertise does little to improve her non-existent driving skills.
Learned Hypersensitivity - While Saki's hearing is obviously impaired, her other senses are somewhat heightened. She's particularly attentive to things she can feel. With a bit of guesswork, she can sometimes distinguish the vibrations she feels, when people outside her field of vision are calling for her; it's more accurate when the speaker is particularly loud or very nearby, but it's all too easy to respond to false positives. It's also useful for noticing out when the air filter in her uncle's van is dirty; the engine has a distinctly different rumble.
Between her keen taste buds and sensitive nose, she has the makings of a fantastic cook. Her aunt is a excellent mentor such areas. It does, however, make her more susceptible to foul scents and be sickened by things others can easily ignore or simply don't notice.
As one could imagine, there's no mystery why the Mizuhara home is always fully stocked with an extra supply of specialty detergent and fabric softeners.
Lip Reading
Fast Fingers - Originally a skill she developed out of necessity, it has become an incredibly useful asset. She can type and text incredibly fast and with few to no errors. She knows the layout of keyboards and keypads well enough to use them even if they lack braille. If you need to send a message quickly or want to see sleight of hand tricks, Saki is one of the best. Don't trust her in a poker game though~
Abilities:
Overchannel
Bright, crackling arcs of magical energy radiate from Saki and enhance the abilities of any other magical girl within a few feet of her. Acting as a battery, she can channel her own magic into a willing recipient, allowing them to draw upon her own reservoir of power.
Alternatively, the magic energy can be focused into an offensive cone of searing bolts, scouring any Negari caught in the shower of arcing energy.
Bodge
Whether it's a PC with a blue screen, a stalled car engine, or broken phone, sometimes all you need is a little love trap for things to start working again. With a simple touch, Saki can restore a broken or malfunctioning item to working condition for a short time. However, if the item leaves her possession or moves more than a few feet away from her, it reverts back to its former, broken condition within a minute.
Fairy Signal
Saki can magically enhance any mobile device to send a message to all fairies nearby. The content of the message is transmitted directly into the mind of any fairy who wishes to receive it, and it arrives in a way that is readily understood.
She hasn't yet figured out how to tune the magic to message other magical girls directly, or how to send messages to a single person.
Weapon: Not for a lack of trying, she hasn't been able to manifest a weapon yet.
Brief History:
Raised by working class relatives in a rural seaside town, Saki grew up a quiet, well-mannered girl under her aunt and uncle's diligent care. Her father supposedly died during a mugging, and her mother disappeared shortly thereafter. Uncle Yuuma and his wife, Mirai, have been looking after her since then. In fact, Saki has been hanging around her uncle's car repair shop for as long as she can remember. The Mizuhara family owns the aged duplex apartment next door, which Saki affectionately calls "home".
Her childhood wasn't all roses. Saki wasn't always quiet. Nor was she very well-mannered. As her uncle mockingly recalls, she was a "whiny brat" once upon a time, but "got better".
Saki can't take all the blame though. A connective tissue disorder and frequent trips to the hospital will make any child cranky. The chronic infections and nerve damage ultimately lead to permanent, profound hearing loss by the time she was seven. Even with a hearing aid, voices and others sounds seemed indistinct and foreign to her.
A family may love each other dearly, but it won't stop them from trampling over each other's feelings and making countless mistakes. Years of speech therapy, angry tears, unresolved tension, and awkward moments followed.
But, as a testament to their strong characters, the Mizuhara never split up because of it. Any whisper or shadow of doubt that may have once caused them to consider it, has since been silenced. Everyone has their demons. A strong family shares the same one and works through it.
The steady procession of time marches on.
Having just graduated from middle school last year, she decided to prove, to both herself and her parents, that she could survive on her own by going to high school in the capital. With cell phone in hand, a few choice apps, and enough butterflies in her stomach to fill a stadium, she's resolved to move away to continue her studies.
Fairy Name: Shiawase or "Shia"
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality:
Shia is a bit of strange one, and particularly known for her special brand of superstitions. She isn't crazy, but views the world through a very different lens. It's not uncommon to find her chanting archaic phrases backward while passing through a doorway, or reacting with sudden fascination or terror towards certain objects.
Despite reputation and first impressions, she is uncannily perceptive and surprisingly altruistic, caring little for personal gain. However, she possesses zero tact, interjecting whenever she pleases with whatever comes to mind. She has a functional understanding of things like cultural taboos, social cues, and personal space, but only respects them when it suits her. The occasional flashes of uncharacteristic wisdom or contextual clarity is what really catches others off-guard.
Aside from her mysterious quirks, she's typically an open and happy-go-lucky girl. |
55,331 | 1,512 | 44 | 436 | 313 | Yesterday...
It was a serene and peaceful afternoon. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, and and birds chirped in unison. Yuu would be found sitting along the banks of a small river in an ecological park within the busy Umitori City. During the past few days, she had to deal with loads of homework and tons of monstrous Negari that each wanted to claim the town as their own. Recently, these creatures had been loitering around more often, as a result of who-knows-what.
She definitely needed a break. The weather was perfect for fishing, anyway. Curious, Alex peered at the river as Yuu cast the bait. The two of them had been thoroughly watching the river's surface for ripples ever since.
"Yuu, do you think that we are going to reel something in?"
"I do hope so, Alex. My luck's been rotten for the past few days!"
Just then, the line began to shake violently.
"Look, Alex! I got a fish!"
Suddenly, the line began to shake even more violently. Ripples in the water began to become more and more common. The hook then rose, having been impaled into a strange squid-like creature. The only difference was that it had large and emotive crimson eyes. The creature seemed to be giving Yuu an angry glare.
"N-now that seems like a big fish!"
The creature began to rise, revealing more features of its body. It possessed a muscled humanoid body and long claws. As it rose, water was displaced in liters over its body. As soon as all the water had disappeared, the abomination had been fully revealed. It had a height that matched the vast length of the river, and its mere shadow engulfed Yuu in uncomfortable darkness. The punitive fishing rod was entirely yanked away from the young girl's hands.
"¿Quién se atreve a molestar mi sueño de la tarde?"
Yuu had just reeled in a giant Spanish-speaking squid-person. Great job, girl!
"¡Te alimentaré de los animales salvajes que recorren este bosque, mujer insignificante!"
The colossal Squidward then brought his arms down to smash the small girl that had interrupted his slumber. However, his hands would not get to grind human flesh. They simply descended upon the rocks and grasses lining the river's shore, creating a large gust of dust and debris. The titan would then be greeted by a hooded figure who was levitating in the air. Her eyes did not lock with the giant's, but she did mean business.
"Hey, we could settle for a peaceful resolution, righ-"
"¡He esperado mucho el día en que voy a esclavizar a la humanidad! ¡Serás mi primer esclavo!"
The giant obviously wanted to settle things by force. Furthermore, the issue wasn't about somebody's afternoon slumber getting disrupted anymore. The menace would then attempt to grab the girl, but she flew right through his muscular arm. The girl's miniature companion followed after her frantically.
"That's right, Yuu. Take advantage of your size!"
As soon as the titan's attack was finished, the girl had managed to widen the distance between the two combatants. When the monster had turned around, the girl would have prepared for a counter-attack. A multitude of air discs began to cut into the large creature's body. Despite him having such a menacing figure, it wasn't too hard to cleave through his body. The girl attacked relentlessly, and the giant's vital points were hacked at rapidly. Eventually, the giant would begin to succumb to the pain.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
The titan's final scream would be heard throughout the city.
The following day had been uneventful so far.
Yuu walked home, coming from a nearby convenience store. She had bought some maki for her own enjoyment. The events of yesterday were still very clear in her mind, and she had become increasingly stressed. She definitely needed something to savor. The street was unusually empty, so Alex was keeping Yuu company on her walk home.
"Wow, you did great yesterday!"
"I know, Alex. All that brute really did was throw his weight around. I didn't even want to kill him, to be honest..."
"Come on Yuu, it's your duty! The world is counting on talented people like you! Besides, if a weaker magical girl were to try to fight him, things would end up badly!"
"I know that I'm talented. Killing just isn't my thing."
Their conversation was interrupted by a cacophony of garbled screams and ferocious roars.
"Did you hear that? There's another rampa-"
"Yes, there's another rampaging monster that is seeking to enslave humanity or do something much worse, Alex. The maki will have to wait."
Yuu then proceeded to dash around the streets, following the location of the howling and shouting. She was right, for the maki did have to wait.
Yes, the first Negari I conceived was a giant Spanish-speaking squid person. What is wrong with me?
Here I come! | "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ"
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Regular Appearance: Yuu is defined by her purple-colored eyes, brown hair, and slim build. She usually wears her sweater, despite the season or temperature. The picture says most of it.
Macigal waifu Girl Appearance:
Yuu looks just as depicted in the picture. However, her costume is not made of fur, for it is made of a leather-like substance which is noticeably lighter. The lower part of the skirt wherein the buttons are stationed open up, in order for them not to catch wind, thus making Yuu's airborne movement unhindered. She also does not wear boots for obvious reasons.
Personality
Yuu is not stationed at a certain street or place, and she can be seen fighting Negari in various places, making her a vigilante. She doesn't don her costume much, and she disappears from sight after her job is done. She also has a mostly quiet demeanor. This gives her a mysterious air, making her unnecessarily intimidating at times.
However, under the costume, she is a typical fragile flower. She is the kind of submissive person who would get bumped on the street and then say sorry to the person who bumped her. Due to that, she stays out of costume almost always. She does not have a fan club, and nobody has probably heard of her.
That doesn't make her half as competent, though. She'll hack you into pieces if the situation calls for it.
Skills:
Yuu's strongest non-magical asset is her intelligence. She possesses sharp naturalistic intelligence, which probably sprouted from her habit of naming everything she comes across as part of a bored gig. She can also find her way out of a sharp situation if you keep her away from all the pressure. She has a keen memory, and she can easily recall events from the past. Her grades are considerably high, taking into account that she isn't interested in anything extra-curricular.
She is also very talented in playing the piano. She also likes to bake.
Abilities:
Yuu is essentially an airbender, and she relies on mobility more than often.
Gust: Yuu's primary movement ability. She can dematerialize into a gust of wind, and fly in the air. She can only keep this up for a limited amount of time, and she will have to transform back into her original body after a while.
Air Disc: Yuu can create up to ten air discs during combat, and she can control their movement. In only five discs are present, Yuu can control them with little focus, and still move while doing so. If more than five discs are present, she will need to cease her movement in order to maintain firm control over the discs.
As an airbender, Yuu can control her movement in air. Basically, she can fly.
She can manipulate the flow of air offensively. She may cut a person into half with a sharpened gust of wind. She can also create small tornadoes.
Weapon: The Flying Cloud
Yuu's main weapon is a light chakram. She can divide it into half, for the purpose of melee combat.
Biography:
Since childhood, Yuu was raised in solitude. She did not feel comfortable around other people, and she was distinguished by her helplessly antisocial attitude and her constantly recurring stage fright. Due to that, she would dedicate her time to her studies.
Until she met Alex, that was. So you would probably ask, "How, by any chance, would an antisocial dweeb somehow meet a magical creature who would kindly offer her help and thrust her into a world of magic and secrets?"
Ha! You are laughably gullible! Have you ever read any decent manga before? Ha! Ha ha ha-never mind.
Anyways, Yuu once decided to take a walk in the local park. She was studying the variety of flowers that were planted on the sidewalk when she heard a rustling sound coming from a nearby bush. There was definitely something in that nasty plant, and it would most likely be a squirrel or some other forest-dwelling furry.
But that would be boring!
The creature turned out to be a miniature fairy. With wings. And a peculiar outfit. Upon the fairy's release, the fairy thanked her for saving her. She had identified her as a pure-hearted individual with the best intentions. She informed her that the world was filled with monsters that were created out of the negative emotions of man: fear, anguish, hatred, and loathing. Such monsters needed to be destroyed by a worthy savior.
And that savior would be you Yuu. After getting used to her powers, she would hunt and purge the Negari whenever she had the time or when the situation called for it. She did not choose any location or time. She would become the bane of all dark creatures that dared to set foot on her beloved homeland.
She currently studies at East Umitori High School, Class 3-G. As for now, nobody knows her identity. She has rarely been caught fighting Negari, and she has been labelled as the "White Raven".
Fairy
Note: The fairy has white wings. They aren't shown in the picture.
Fairy Name: Alex
Fairy Personality: Alex tends to be very clumsy and frantic, and she sometimes ends up getting Yuu in trouble. Despite that, she tends to be very supportive of Yuu in her work. She tends to be talkative and awkward at times.
Theme Song:
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Battle Theme:
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It didn't matter that she'd been doing this for months now, there was still something so enthralling about watching other girls throw immense amounts of power around... even though she could scarcely conceive a more inefficient way to bring down the Negari than throwing everything you had at it until it complied with your desires to stop moving. Not that she'd been watching the girls over finding the weak point or anything!
The white-haired girl slipped from her roof, eyeing up the beast. Its carapace was definitely too thick for her to cut down in a single blow, so she'd just let the others supply the force once she'd marked the point out. The only trouble was getting to it. Noriko could clearly see the fault line, it ran straight down the thing's chest, like the keystone in an arch, but to land the blow she'd have to get in and get out without anything hitting her.
Then she put on speed.
First, bait out an attack. Deliberately move slower than you can, wait for the swing...
Second, move as fast as you can, faster than any other girl present and jump over its blow...
Third, materialise a knife, slashing at the hard shell and leaving an oozing line down the centre...
Finally, kick off the negari's bulk before anything hits you. That the beast cracked its own torso further trying to swat at the irritant getting too close to it was just icing on the cake.
"It's weakest along that line!" | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
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As Aegis watched the others fight the beast, looking for an opening to dart back in and attack, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, a blur of silver tore past her so quickly she couldn't even see it clearly, slamming into the Negari and striking cleanly across its chest and underbelly with a single stroke. The purple-haired magical girl gaped as black ooze began spewing out of the breach, and the new arrival shouted to them something about how that was its weak spot. Well, then, that information was all she needed. She'd just close in and then-
...Oh, right. The last time she'd tried a directional leap, she'd nearly crashed into a building a whole block away. Using that trick would be the only way to close the distance fast enough to avoid being crushed under its many stamping legs, but if she did that, she'd probably just slam into its chest as a human projectile. Even with her increased durability, she wasn't sure she'd survive that, and even if she did, she still didn't want to end up embedded head-first in an Negari's gut. Still, some of the other girls might be able to... Yes! Come to think of it, Midori had displayed some kind of high-energy projectile move. Then, if they could just give her the time to set that up again...
"Umm, Pink-senpai, please keep holding it in place! I'm going to try to take out more of its legs!" Shouting this to the ribbon-wielding girl as she ran past her, Aegis reached out her hand, placing it against a particularly large bit of concrete uprooted and sent flying when the beast had first shambled onto the scene. A faint glow of violet shone for just a moment, and a nearly invisible symbol of a hand inscribed itself onto the debris. Then, drawing back her right leg, she brought it forward like a football player going for a field goal, releasing a "Push" right as she did so. The tremendous force sent the concrete shard flying straight towards the Negari, slamming into the side of its head. The creature reeled, black ooze trickling from where a couple of its entirely-too-many eyes had just been. However, in the same movement, a second sigil had appeared on the side of the stone.
She drew back her left hand. Even if she couldn't push herself forward with a jump, maybe if she just... A burst of force erupted from her palm, and a backlash slammed into her, picking her up bodily and sending her flying towards the Negari, but a bit slower than she had before. This gave her time to extend her left leg, a "pull" rune forming that caught hold of the beast's already crippled leg from her earlier attack and ripped it completely free of its socket. Landing on this in mid air, Aegis jumped backward on instinct as the enraged Negari flailed its restrained pincer in her direction, but wasn't quite able to reach her. Flipping head-over-heels, she only barely managed to right herself and land standing up, now in a freshly opened gap between two of the Negari's legs. Reaching around with her right hand, she tapped the inside of one, then delivered a rather unimpressive spinning kick to the other which didn't seem to do anything. Seemingly satisfied with her attack, however, Aegis hopped back, releasing a barely-charged push to send her flying away just as the beast stomped, bringing down its foot where she'd just been standing.
"Link established! Chains, activate! One, two!"
The phantasmal spectre of a chain formed between the rock embedded in the side of the Negari's head and the back of its leg, and in an instant, the giant shard of rubble tore out from where it had embedded itself, shooting downwards and slamming into the back of the creature's joint. The limb caved outward, breaking in half as a second chain formed, dragging the stone clear through the beast's leg and slamming it into the next in line, which broke apart in the same fashion. The Negari howled, and staggered, barely able to keep from falling to the ground with more than half of the legs on the left side of its body torn out. Ugh... just looking at what she'd done made her feel sick, but she had bigger things to worry about right now! If there was ever a chance to end this, it would be now!
"Now, senpai! Pull it to the other side so that it falls!" She searched the area, and found her eyes settling upon the lightning-wielding girl from before. "Midori-san! Now's your chance! Hit that weak point on its chest!"
In the frenzy of battle, Aegis Violet had almost forgotten to be scared. And so it was that she didn't even realize that, just like that, when her mind started working, she'd found the perfect way to give the others a shot at victory, in a battle she'd first assumed was hopeless for her.
(If you wanna make it go all according to plan, feel free, or, if you want the attack to fail miserably, that's fine by me too. Just remember there may or may not be a second Negari waiting to screw us over.~) | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,334 | 1,512 | 47 | 1,007 | 2,848 | Thanks for that! Midori saw the weak spot, plain as day. The trick of it was exploiting that fact. Last she checked, it was a lot easier to get lightning to go from cloud to ground than the other way around. Then, an idea started to form in her head.
With a move so daring she'd later question her sanity at the time, she ran towards the Negari and slid under it, jamming her metal staff into the crab-thing's vulnerable underside. This didn't do much more than annoy it, but it set the stage for the kill shot.
Popping up on the other side, she raised her hands. Electric Pillar! A large lightning bolt shot up from the ground, searching as electricity always does for the path of least resistance. In this particular instance, it was up through Midori's staff, and thence into the Negari, which was fried from the inside out. The coup de grace came as the lightning ripped through the crab's back, after which it twitched once before going still.
"Whew..." Midori swayed unsteadily on her feet. It was tough just to stay transformed and standing, but she'd dealt with the threat. Then, Megumi chimed in. "Midori! There's another concentration of magic! Could be a second Negari, but I'm not sure!"
"And you didn't tell me this because...?"
"You didn't ask."
All Midori could do was bury her head in her hands. "Why me?" | Name: 中島 星 (Nakajima Hoshi)
Magical Girl Title: Shooting Star
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Upon Transformation, Hoshi’s garb becomes a blazing red, black, and gold uniform that harkens back, strangely enough, to the livery of the Prussian military of old, that might make you ask, "Ch-Char?" at first glance. While the heeled boots and long, flowing scarf may not seem combat practical to the average viewer, rest assured that Hoshi’s all action, high-octane, three-times-faster-than-you fighting style isn’t hindered in the slightest. Just like the glorious starburst emblazoned upon her chest, our girl is ready to race into the fray, as soon as she dons her shades after transformation!
Wouldn’t want Aniki to learn we’re endangering ourselves, after all.
Personality: Hoshi is an optimistic girl, whose basal state is the casually upbeat type of person who makes friends quickly and does so for keeps. She appreciates life in its utmost, and all of the beautiful little things in it, in her mind, should be cherished, because one never knows when they might be gone.
And that duality of nature is what drives her, beneath her easygoing, and at times almost breezy demeanor. She understands very deeply the importance of protecting that which she holds dear, and how suddenly, callously, and quickly life can flip itself upon its head and tear everything away if one isn’t careful. Not willing to let that happen in the slightest, Hoshi is always willing to do whatever it takes to hold them close. Running in the morning? No problem. Looking up martial arts and boxing training manuals online and practicing in the living room? Worth it. Making food when she can to help lighten her Aniki’s load? She’d do it every day if she could.
When a little girl is given a second chance at life, she’s bound to want to do two things: Make the most of it, and Give Back with all of her heart. She is a fiercely loyal friend who is nearly impossible to anger, let alone lose, and she will always have the backs of the people she cares about, no matter what their problems are. She knows firsthand how much of a difference having even one person there in a time of need can help someone.
As such, if you talk to her, you’ll find yourself conversing with one of the friendlier girls on this side of the planet. Though her decorum isn’t always up to snuff, there is no true impoliteness about her, save from the rare burst of a dry witticism. We can blame her Aniki for that one, given that such phrases are basically his primary form of communication. And while on the subjects of things good old Nakajima Kyotaro can be blamed for, let's discuss her tastes in entertainment. Being a guy living on his own, he didn't have much in the way of things that would interest the usual twelve-year-old girl, so she ended up making do with what he had to offer. One of her fondest memories was when they first watched a movie together, Enter the Dragon. From there, she found that, while she wasn’t lacking in traditionally “girly” tastes by any means (her wardrobe is a testament to this), she also had an untapped love for action, fighting, and other shonen stuff, much to his surprise. Even fighting games! He had to deal with her spamming Raging Demons for three weeks, once…
Despite her willingness to give most things a try, one line she definitely will not cross is that set by her moral compass. Her resolve to protect others is absolute, and she will never quibble on her sense of right and wrong. Everyone, however, deserves a second chance.
That’s a sure thing.
Skills: You mean besides making her Aniki worry? She’s a naturally fast runner, and while she never had the opportunity to get on the track team in middle school, she could often be seen running with them in the early mornings after the coach figured out she wasn’t hurting anything. As such, her stamina is also at a very high level for a young girl of her age, which helps her in her self-taught martial arts training. This training consists mainly of form work found off the internet, since Aniki won’t buy her a punching bag or something and for some reason she hasn’t looked into martial arts schools nearby. She’s a surprisingly good singer, at least during karaoke time, an increasingly experienced cook, and a thorn in her Aniki’s side in most fighting games by this point.
Abilities: Her magical girl abilities all revolve around one thing: raw speed. While her strength is indeed enhanced by the transformation, as it is for every magical girl, the gains made are dwarfed by those towards speed, agility, and reaction time. Simple and straightforward, much like her approach to fighting: Get over there and hit it a lot.
To that end, her “Special Moves” tend to take full advantage of her blinding speed, such as a “Gungnir Thrust”, which is essentially a flying side kick delivered at ridiculous speeds for the maximum possible impact, with a few directional variations. Another would be the “North Star Blitz”, which is perhaps even simpler— bunches and bunches of punches, all over and slipping through any opening they can find. The strangest of the lot is most definitely “Roar of the Dragon”, a punch thrown so hard and fast that the sheer force of air displacement alone is concussive, allowing her range to suddenly spike out by ten feet at this point in time.
And that’s to say nothing of all the other fun ideas Aniki’s shows and games have given her…
Weapon(s): Everyone who’s ever punched a wall knows—hands are pretty fragile. Even with proper form helping them out, there’s still only so much of an impact the knuckles can take, so with that in mind, what’s a girl like Hoshi to do? Those monsters aren’t going to punch themselves, after all, so her hands need protection.
What better than a pair of golden gauntlets, that seem to glow like the stars in the night sky? Providing both protection and additional power to her strikes, Hoshi’s fistic pursuits would get nowhere without her weaponry. They even come with Kung Fu Grip!
Brief History: Hoshi’s life was, in all honesty, very, very normal. She was a normal girl, who lived in a normal house with her normal parents going to a normal school five days out of the week. She was happy, healthy, and full of all the vitality you would expect from a young lady in modern day Japan.
Then, her parents died at twelve.
Hoshi’s world was destroyed by a random car accident one night. There was no warning, not even a premonition of it. Her parents simply never came back. After a numb pair of nights in the Social Services office, her next, and as it would appear, only of kin was called in—one 22 year old, gainfully employed, and very, very bewildered Nakajima Kyotaro. Her mother’s nephew, and apparently, only Plan B. The two didn’t know each other at all until that point. She didn’t even know who he was until he returned a few hours later— and explained to her that he’d decided to take her in, if she wanted to come with him.
Without uttering a word, she would leave at his side a few minutes and a bunch of paperwork later.
Over the next few weeks, she would begin to get settled into her new home and used to her newfound older cousin being like an older brother, having wisely decided to not try and replace Mama and Papa despite taking on their status of Legal Guardianship. It was a slow, painful process, but 3 years on into the present day, Hoshi and Kyotaro are now practically inseparable, and not a day goes by where she doesn’t try and give back however she can. If she were ever to count her blessings, her "Aniki" would doubtlessly be at the top.
Hoshi is currently enrolled as a first-year at East Umitori High School, in class 1-C.
Fairy Name: テンドウ (Tendou)
Fairy Appearance: Tendou is a small woman, as most fairies tend to be, roughly palm sized. Her favored garb is rather traditionally japanese in style, and her long, straight blue hair reaches roughly down to her mid-back, partially done up into a small ponytail on the side. Her wings are birdlike, reminiscent of an eagle’s, but obviously much smaller.
Fairy Personality: Someone stop this girl from watching so many samurai movies. Her usual demeanor is poised in the utmost, and her cool head is often crucial in tempering Hoshi’s more hotblooded tendencies. Seems to fancy herself a wordsmith, and will often spew quotes and poetry where the situation deems appropriate. The jury, however, is still out on whether or not she just makes most of it up. What is clear is that she definitely cares for and has faith in her young charge, no matter how stoic she may seem to be. The girl has been through so much.
Theme Song: BEAT OF THE RISING SUN, BEAT OF THE RISING SUN |
55,335 | 1,512 | 48 | 1,541 | 255 | Masako Imagawa
Masako had hoped that after wrangling out their latest detail that the little girl and her fairy would be willing to give this half-baked interrogation a rest, but they still seemed intent on poking at every detail. "Alright, that's it." Masako spoke up, interrupting the conversation. "I'll have no part of this any longer. Get off my horse." She nudged the little girl off of Chantilly's mane with the blunt end of her spear. At any other time, she probably would not have been so forceful, but she had lost her patience with this situation and wanted to exit quickly.
"Madame Shadowrender, I apologise for this shameful display. I shall leave you to your business. Au revoir." With her final words of farewell, she spurred Chantilly onwards and galloped off and out of the alley. Whatever Shadowrender chose to do now was her business. Once Masako was safely out of earshot, she decided to follow up on things with Lutin.
"Did you have to be so brusque with her just now?" She asked, referring to the moment she had chosen to accuse Mitsuko of hiding something.
"If she had been keeping mention of a powerful Negari under wraps simply because she didn't want her defeat to be known, then yes, it was necessary to try and elicit the truth by any means. I'm still doubtful as to whether she told us the truth." Lutin's lack of care for the girl's feelings was painfully evident. "Of course, I'll admit there was little point in questioning her further, given her stubbornness. We'll just have to hope no dire threats emerge that we could have dealt with sooner if we'd heard about them from a certain someone."
Shaking her head, Masako resolved to simply get on with her patrolling. There had to be something to encounter in this city that would lead to more than an interrogation. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
55,336 | 1,512 | 49 | 707 | 517 | Straining with every fiber in her ribbons, Shiina did her best to restrain the Negari's claw, holding the massive monstrosity still for the others to act. The Negari hadn't broken out of her restraint yet, but Shiina believed that was due to the third ribbon flailing madly inside of the beast. While this level of brutality would cause any normal creature on earth to almost immediately keel over and die, it only provided a mild pain and big distraction to the Negari. Shiina's prayers for assistance were answered quickly, however, as the woman with white hair, The Ripper, began to run up to the behemoth, far faster than Shiina could... But it was too slow! The Negari's claw, one of the smaller one's she hadn't restrained, was flying straight towards her! Shiina was seconds away from trying to swat the claw off course, but before she could, a blur of silver and white appeared where The Ripper was running, jumping over the claw so fast that Shiina could barely see it. As the Ripper did so, she ran up the Negari's torso, a line of black starry liquid following her. She then kicked off of the beast, as the same claw that tried to crush her barely a few seconds ago immediately slammed into it's chest, cracking the exoskeleton with ease and spraying the liquid in almost every direction. The cry that the Negari released was quickly followed by the girl's own voice
"It's weakest along that line!"
Shiina nearly quivered as she saw the display of skill and precision, but she was busy holding back the Negari - it was violently flailing, and seemed in extreme pain because of the claw that had struck it's chest. It was at this moment, Shiina heard another exclamation, calling out shortly after The Ripper finished speaking.
"Umm, Pink-senpai, please keep holding it in place! I'm going to try to take out more of its legs!"
Shiina nearly turned to look at Aegis as she said this, but a particularly violent spasm from the Negari quickly regained her attention. Whatever Aegis' plan was, she would have to just have to prey that her only part in it was holding down this monster... Just as the thought finished crossing her mind, however, a large fragment of what appeared to be concrete slammed into the Negari's skull, coating the pavement and a couple of the Negari's eyes in black liquid. As the fragment shot by, embedding itself in the monster's cranium, a strange symbol appeared next to the leg that was previously damaged, which immediately broke off of the small string of tendons and flesh and flew out of Shiina's view. As it did so, Shiina pulled her ribbon out of the leg hole, noticing the Negari's newfound instability and fearing it was going to fall on top of the cloth. Aegis flew across Shiina's vision, and it took everything in her power to keep the restrained claw from reaching her. Thankfully, with the third ribbon free of it's leg confinement, it quickly joined it's comrades in restraining the claw, making the task significantly easier. Aegis seemed to slide in between the Negari's legs and do a cool spin kick, and while the kick pushed her to safety, the duck underneath the legs seemed to be pointless. That was until, Aegis said something Shiina couldn't here over the sound of concrete being smashed thanks to the Negari's leg crashing down.
The fragment in the Negari's skull came back with a vengeance, slamming through the beasts torso and into the back of it's leg joint, with a cascade of starry liquid escaping out of it's body, and in it's confused and pained rage, Shiina couldn't hear Aegis call out, only barely seeing Midori run forwards, running straight for the crablike monster. The massive amount of mana spent left the next few moments hazy, but Shiina could see a bright flash of light, jolting her back to her senses. She was gripping to hard and using to much mana - The claw on the Negari had hundreds of cracks, and it probably only took slightly more pressure to break it... Not that it was needed, as the creature had just stopped moving.
"Holy Crap... THAT WAS AWESOME GUYS!"
Shiina immediately pumped her arms into the air, before flashing a V-sign and winking, the three ribbons snaking their way into the head wound that the concrete fragment had created.
"I guess you could call that performance Crab-tivating. Haha...ha"
The ribbons had wormed inside and around the Negari's skull, and Shiina quickly pushed the ribbons outwards, rupturing the Negari's head from the inside and coating her ribbons in black liquid. Shiina was careful to make sure that her ribbons encased the skull, in order to not accidentally coat her new friends in starry Negari fluids. Absentmindedly cleaning her ribbons against the ground, Shiina spoke out again, directing her voice towards Aegis.
"Seriously though, that was great technique. Little risky for my taste, but you did amazing for someone who just got their powers!"
Noticing the disgusted look on her face, Shiina looked over to the mess that she had made of the Negari's head, before waving her hand dismissively.
"Oh, and don't worry about that. It looks pretty brutal, but you can never be sure when these things are dead. By the way, Midori-chan, you seriously pack a punch! I could barely see it, but you made a huge hole in this thing and it smells like burned garbage."
The hole was very large, or at least far larger than Shiina could make one her own. Maybe carrying a weapon would be beneficial... Looking in the corner of her eye, Shiina saw The Ripper, and seized up slightly.
"Y-you were awesome to, Ripper-sama. I can't believe you're here... I would ask for an autograph, but my dress doesn't have any pockets..."
While Shiina was being a fangirl over the white-haired magical girl, Ogata was taking the mana shock slightly harder than Shiina. She was still slightly woozy, and that combined with funneling most of her power into Shiina's magical girl form left her completely oblivious to the ominous presence rapidly approaching. | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
55,337 | 1,512 | 50 | 511 | 3,294 | 葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)
Like a Maglev train pulling out of the station, Hoshi was able to follow up her vow, speeding through her shopping with great rapidity and allowing the line to move forward without any major detriment to those behind her. Indeed, Hyoukyo found that the pace at which her underclasswoman moved was far greater than the average one would expect from a convenience store customer, and as a result, was able to make her own purchases soon after the young Nakajima left.
She stepped lightly out of the convenience store, the automatic doors closing shut behind her with a farewell beep. The cool air of the evening hit her immediately, a sudden source of discomfort that caused her to pull her jacket in closer to contain her body heat, but as a result, also squeeze her fairy companion tighter against her body with an inaudible "hurk".
Boss, watch the - blurgle - merchandise! This is too warm for me!
I'll endeavour to reduce your warmth in the future.
Held in one hand was a plastic bag containing her purchases, but she would only open it up when she returned home. There was no need to be impatient simply because Kanaria was hungry. Katsura Hyoukyo, class representative of Class 3-G, purposefully began to make her way down the concrete sidewalk, heading in the direction of her family's house.
However, a vibration from her phone stopped her.
Ooh, it's one of your alert thingies!
The violet-haired teenager removed her smartphone from her pocket, immediately opening it up to find the source of the alert: a list of known Negari sightings that she had missed since she last checked. There was one that was interestingly close, lying within Yamashita merely a street away. Yet the warning had been given a decent time ago; it was likely that magical girls had already engaged and defeated it. There was no need for her to follow up on it.
Let's just go home and eat!
However, Hyoukyo was a curious sort.
She changed direction, and began to walk in direction they had specified. | Name: 葛 馮虚 (KATSURA Hyoukyo)
Magical Girl Title: Copenhagen Star
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Hyoukyo, when transformed, dons a navy blue overcoat with golden trim, creating an impression that she seems immobile. However, that is far from the case; despite the seeming bulkiness of her garb, with its silver, majestic epaulettes, it is particularly easy for her to move in this form, and underneath the coat is sleeveless, grey and silver vest with a simple golden orb at its centre, alongside navy blue trousers. A single, darkly-glowing orb hairpin also manifests on the left side of her head.
Personality: In her day to day life, Hyoukyo is the very image of the model student: a polite and reserved young woman who carries herself with nothing less than the appropriate decorum. She greets everyone with a warm smile, and is never deficit in kind words to give to her compatriots, whether they be simple shopkeepers, the teachers at her school, or her classmates. Her marks, particularly amongst the sciences, are consistently high, the reward borne from her diligent studying and sharp mental faculties. In fact, the class representative-like student will, if queried, courteously explain to you that her ambitions lie in the field of physics, and that much of her hard work serves her quest to enter an university course related to such.
Knowledge is something Hyoukyo cherishes highly, and her highly analytical mind cannot help but absorb and categorise everything she sees and learns. She views it as incredibly important to know as much as possible, although she prefers to keep much of what she learns close to the heart unless the situation prompts it (and if it would suit her own plans and purposes). Indeed, when not surrounded by textbooks, her powerful curiosity drives her to investigate many other things, learning and growing from all the knowledge she consumes.
Despite her zeal in that regard, she is a remarkably patient figure, proper and unflappable to a fault. Of course, this does not prevent her from being subtly condescending to those she dislikes, particularly if they have displayed too obvious a weakness, and her views can be tinged somewhat by a sense of exasperation that the stranger things in life. Her sense of humour is also rather dry, and her polite manner of speech only serves to convey this. She can also be particularly talkative on subjects she enjoys; it isn't too strange to hear diatribes on them from time to time.
While she tries to hide it, of course, Hyoukyo also has a strong sense of right and wrong. While she may not be the most personable of people beyond giving polite advice to those she feels needs it, she will fight to address anything that conflicts with her moral code. It may not be overly present, but her heart does burn with heroism, and thus she will act to channel those energies against her foes.
Skills: What stands out the most about Hyoukyo is her intelligence: the analytical young woman is blessed with a sharp mind, allowing her to excel in both school and in areas that require the use of her brain. She thinks particularly rapidly, and is also very good at solving problems. She is also very skilled in regards to tennis, and regularly works out to keep fit for her sporting participation. She's reasonably fluent in English as well (and due to her parentage, knows a few phrases of German).
Abilities: Hyoukyo's main ability allows her to bend and twist space around her, using it in ways such as bringing her closer to her foes in the blink of an eye or diverting attacks off course from her. However, her changes to the fabric of 'space' do not tend to be permanent, and any modification she makes will eventually 'spring' back into its original shape when she stops actively making use of her power. It is possible for her to affect a permanent change if an immense amount of her energy is exerted, but she tries to abstain from doing so as to prevent herself from becoming extremely exhausted.
It is from this power that she derives her 'signature attack', the "Stellar Degeneration Blast", which is essentially a ball of condensed 'darkness' fired from her body towards an enemy, twisting and distorting space in its wake as well as generating a strong gravitational well around it. Those nearby will notice that it grows warmer and warmer the further away it gets from Hyoukyo. Its range is limited, but it is a high-power attack, serving as her 'finisher'. Contact with the ball generally tends to twist the enemy apart. Indeed, the amount of energy it requires from her dictates such, for otherwise her reserves will be left completely empty.
She is working on getting some more mundane special moves to work, however.
Her physical strength is noticeably greater than the average human's as well, allowing her to carry her large weapon.
Weapon(s):
Brief History: The only daughter to a pair of physicists, Hyoukyo is partly of German descent, with her Japanese father having first met her mother at a conference in Munich. Following their courtship, they gave birth to her in Hokkaido, and she would be raised in the island nation for the rest of her life, taking in far more of her father's culture than that of her mother's. This would only be helped along by the growing rift in her parents' relationship, which ended in a divorce that gave custody of her to her father. Thus, the girl was cut off from her German heritage at a young age, and was from then on taken care of singlehandedly by the elder Katsura.
It would be not long after her thirteenth birthday that her father fell in love once more with a woman from Umitori, marrying and immediately moving the household to the coastal city to join her new stepmother. While the change in scenery, and the presence of a new parental figure, was admittedly hard to get used to for Hyoukyo, she was soon able to acclimate to her new home, and threw herself headlong into her studies once more. Tensions did rise between her and her stepmother from time to time, but they would grow to understand one another, and Hyoukyo would view her as just an important figure in her life as her birth mother.
Nowadays, Hyoukyo is a proud student of East Umitori High School, where she also serves as a class representative for Class 3-G.
Fairy Name: カナリア (Kanaria)
Fairy Appearance: Kanaria is a palm-sized little girl with googly glasses and azure hair tied into pigtails. She wears a red baseball cap on top of her head, which tends to be one of the few constants of her appearance (due to her frequent change of doll clothes). Her wings, which allow her to fly, possess blue feathers and are rather birdlike.
Fairy Personality: Kanaria is a foul-mouthed girl, contrasting greatly with the demeanour of her contractee. She's overly talkative, incredibly exuberant, and generally full of the vices you wouldn't expect such a tiny creature to have. She adores money, and is willing to do anything to get as much dosh as possible. Her sense of humour is rather immature, and she adores the strangest of puns. However, despite her myriad flaws, her heart is in the right place, and she cares greatly for Hyoukyo.
Theme Song: Heian Alien -hz style- |
55,338 | 1,512 | 51 | 436 | 313 | "Huff..huff...."
"Are we any closer yet?"
"I.....don't think so!"
The site of action was further then expected. Earlier, Yuu had estimated that the noise would have come from a street away or so. She had grossly miscalculated. The voices kept growing louder and louder, but the path to the scene was not linear. Yuu had to pass through several alleys and streets, following only what happened to be her not-so-keen sense of hearing. As a result, she had found herself lost. Sure, she did know her way around her hometown, but constructing an entire pathway based on the faint sounds that she heard was another matter in its entirety.
Just then, her cellphone began to ring. She fished it out of her pocket and was presented with the exact coordinates of the last Negari sighting, which happened to be not far away. She didn't make it on time, and the situation had already been taken care of. That would have been more than enough to completely demotivate her.
"That's it! I'm going home."
She began trudging her way home. She had already deduced the way home from a couple of street signs, for her intelligence was still something not to be messed with. All of a sudden, she spotted someone familiar. This familiar person was a female teenager with long purple hair and a respectable build. When Yuu got a closer view, she spotted the lady's purple eyes.
Who else would it be aside from Katsura Hyoukyo?
Katsura was Yuu's classmate in school. In fact, she was the class representative. She and Yuu would often be in the top ranks of the class. They would overtake each other in ranking frequently, and whenever that happened, they would exchange glares with each other. Yuu would always feel loathed by her. She really had no idea what Katsura's opinion of her was, but, to put things straight, she was scared of her. She would tremble whenever Katsura got close, and she never failed to greet her respectfully. Katsura would probably see pure respect from her, but she probably wouldn't spot her innate nervousness. Well, she probably could, but Yuu had no idea if she actually did. Anxiously, Yuu approached the lady and began to greet her. After getting in the lady's way and bowing slightly, she spoke:
"Good afternoon, Kat-san. W-where are you going?"
Seriously, what kind of nickname is Kat? I should've went for something more formal!
Unknown to her, Alex had already taken refuge in the plastic bag that held the maki. | "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ"
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Regular Appearance: Yuu is defined by her purple-colored eyes, brown hair, and slim build. She usually wears her sweater, despite the season or temperature. The picture says most of it.
Macigal waifu Girl Appearance:
Yuu looks just as depicted in the picture. However, her costume is not made of fur, for it is made of a leather-like substance which is noticeably lighter. The lower part of the skirt wherein the buttons are stationed open up, in order for them not to catch wind, thus making Yuu's airborne movement unhindered. She also does not wear boots for obvious reasons.
Personality
Yuu is not stationed at a certain street or place, and she can be seen fighting Negari in various places, making her a vigilante. She doesn't don her costume much, and she disappears from sight after her job is done. She also has a mostly quiet demeanor. This gives her a mysterious air, making her unnecessarily intimidating at times.
However, under the costume, she is a typical fragile flower. She is the kind of submissive person who would get bumped on the street and then say sorry to the person who bumped her. Due to that, she stays out of costume almost always. She does not have a fan club, and nobody has probably heard of her.
That doesn't make her half as competent, though. She'll hack you into pieces if the situation calls for it.
Skills:
Yuu's strongest non-magical asset is her intelligence. She possesses sharp naturalistic intelligence, which probably sprouted from her habit of naming everything she comes across as part of a bored gig. She can also find her way out of a sharp situation if you keep her away from all the pressure. She has a keen memory, and she can easily recall events from the past. Her grades are considerably high, taking into account that she isn't interested in anything extra-curricular.
She is also very talented in playing the piano. She also likes to bake.
Abilities:
Yuu is essentially an airbender, and she relies on mobility more than often.
Gust: Yuu's primary movement ability. She can dematerialize into a gust of wind, and fly in the air. She can only keep this up for a limited amount of time, and she will have to transform back into her original body after a while.
Air Disc: Yuu can create up to ten air discs during combat, and she can control their movement. In only five discs are present, Yuu can control them with little focus, and still move while doing so. If more than five discs are present, she will need to cease her movement in order to maintain firm control over the discs.
As an airbender, Yuu can control her movement in air. Basically, she can fly.
She can manipulate the flow of air offensively. She may cut a person into half with a sharpened gust of wind. She can also create small tornadoes.
Weapon: The Flying Cloud
Yuu's main weapon is a light chakram. She can divide it into half, for the purpose of melee combat.
Biography:
Since childhood, Yuu was raised in solitude. She did not feel comfortable around other people, and she was distinguished by her helplessly antisocial attitude and her constantly recurring stage fright. Due to that, she would dedicate her time to her studies.
Until she met Alex, that was. So you would probably ask, "How, by any chance, would an antisocial dweeb somehow meet a magical creature who would kindly offer her help and thrust her into a world of magic and secrets?"
Ha! You are laughably gullible! Have you ever read any decent manga before? Ha! Ha ha ha-never mind.
Anyways, Yuu once decided to take a walk in the local park. She was studying the variety of flowers that were planted on the sidewalk when she heard a rustling sound coming from a nearby bush. There was definitely something in that nasty plant, and it would most likely be a squirrel or some other forest-dwelling furry.
But that would be boring!
The creature turned out to be a miniature fairy. With wings. And a peculiar outfit. Upon the fairy's release, the fairy thanked her for saving her. She had identified her as a pure-hearted individual with the best intentions. She informed her that the world was filled with monsters that were created out of the negative emotions of man: fear, anguish, hatred, and loathing. Such monsters needed to be destroyed by a worthy savior.
And that savior would be you Yuu. After getting used to her powers, she would hunt and purge the Negari whenever she had the time or when the situation called for it. She did not choose any location or time. She would become the bane of all dark creatures that dared to set foot on her beloved homeland.
She currently studies at East Umitori High School, Class 3-G. As for now, nobody knows her identity. She has rarely been caught fighting Negari, and she has been labelled as the "White Raven".
Fairy
Note: The fairy has white wings. They aren't shown in the picture.
Fairy Name: Alex
Fairy Personality: Alex tends to be very clumsy and frantic, and she sometimes ends up getting Yuu in trouble. Despite that, she tends to be very supportive of Yuu in her work. She tends to be talkative and awkward at times.
Theme Song:
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Battle Theme:
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55,339 | 1,512 | 52 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Indeed, as the Negari's body fell sideways, it began to break apart into that strange, black, starry fluid. Any magical girl with much experience would be able to recognize this, certainly. A Negari's destruction meant that it was no longer able to hold any kind of form. The fluid that had stuck to the girls seemed to recede, almost as it it was fading away. This, too, was something any magical girl who had beaten a Negari would be familiar with. Once it was destroyed, it started to fade away into nothingness. But something here... something was wrong. The Negari wasn't fading.
Suddenly, a series of black holes seemed to open across the street, dozens upon dozens of them. From them emerged... More Negari!? Weak ones, small, shaped vaguely humanoid in some cases, spiderlike in others, and still others looking almost like some sort of cross between a dinosaur and a drill, with the head simply being one large spike. All of them were black, with orange eyes across their bodies. They were no larger then a grown man, but there were many of them. Even if they were weak, there was still such a sudden influx of the creatures...
And the dark goo the first Negari had melted into was starting to rise, spindly limbs covered in orange eyes jutting from the pool of starry liquid to drag its new form out. This wasn't unheard of, some Negari possessed multiple forms, but..!
It looked like the fight had gotten much more intense in an instant.
It was at around that moment that Akane arrived, eyes wide as she stumbled back. Inwardly she was kicking herself. What help would she be?! She'd just get in the way, and... and all these Negari! But... but... She... had to do something, right?
Right?
She noticed that several of the Negari were being diverted towards a building nearby, and then her eyes fell upon the reason that they'd been going there. A little girl, with brunette pigtails and a pink shirt with a cat's face on it, had fallen to the ground nearby. Akane didn't know why she was there, but it wasn't important. Perhaps she'd gotten away from her parents and seen the magical girls fighting? Whatever the case, with so many Negari...
What if the magical girls didn't get there in time?!
Akane ran as fast as she could and grabbed the girl's wrist, just as the Negari were closing in.
"A-ah?"
The redhead would just get here away from the fight, right?! Then... then...
There were so many Negari swiftly surrounding her... | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,340 | 1,512 | 53 | 1,924 | 4,934 | The Ripper
This one had multiple forms? That was unfair... pretty exciting, to be the first time she had fought such a negari, but still incredibly unfair. She wanted to get something to eat and the fight was just dragging on... but at least the plethora of smaller enemies made her knives suddenly a much more viable proposition. Without a reach and size advantage, she could just dash in close and slice them to pieces before they got her.
"I shall focus on the little ones!" Noriko shouted, jumping back from the main opposition and slicing the legs from one of the spider-like entities, only to finish it off with a knife tossed into the head; her hand was fully again but a moment later. They weren't focusing on her as much as they should have been, which meant...
A flash of red caught her eye, and she turned to watch. The girl from earlier? Here? It was suicidal to run at the negari, what was she even thinking! But then she caught on to what the schoolgirl had seen: a child, caught out in the open where she had no protection from the monsters. Of course, it wasn't like she was going to be able to help any more on her own...
As the first Negari was about to close in, it came to a jerking halt--then its head exploded, knife passing clean through and embedding into the building behind. Its void was replaced by the white-haired girl, blades in hand and striking out to injure those getting too close; she really wasn't cut out for defending people who were backed into a corner.
"I know that you want to help but..." she started, then a thought occurred to her, "Hawthorne, could you attract any contract-less fairies?"
The subdued fairy looked over at her partner, "You wish to recruit another for this battle? Very well, beacon established."
All it looked like she had done was raise her hand, but the faintest ripple could be felt by the girls--let alone the fairies. Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones who could sense it... on the plus side, the negari were already all here. | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
55,341 | 1,512 | 54 | 822 | 332 | ᴋʏōᴋᴀ's ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #A641C8
ᴀʀɪᴇʟ's ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #AC1947
All things considered, Aegis had thought that she'd done rather well. After all, it was only her first fight, but she'd gone toe to toe with a powerful Negari and managed to hold her own, even if she hadn't been the one to land the final blow. Ariel and Pink were praising her creativity and precision, everyone was celebrating...
...And then it started getting back up, and this time, it wasn't alone.
"Aegis! From below!" Ariel's warning snapped her to attention only just in time as a smaller Negari burst out of the pavement beneath her, aiming to skewer her with its giant horn. She reacted on instinct, raising her left hand and releasing a push that smashed the flimsy creature back down into the ground, splattering it over the pavement, but found herself gasping for breath. Huh? Why? Hadn't she only been using a small part of her power each time?
Then it hit her. Forming a tether was a lot more taxing than just releasing a push or pull, and she'd just performed two in a row. Between all of her jumps, pushes, and pulls, she suddenly realized that she'd already exerted about 75% of her maximum power. And now, she was going to have to fight this many enemies? There was no way!
...Unfortunately, it didn't seem like she had a choice. There were bystanders in danger, it seemed, and although the speedy white-haired magical girl was doing her best to defend them, her powers clearly weren't geared for dealing with attacks from all sides. She was darting to and fro, striking at each enemy individually, but she was beginning to slip. Some would definitely get past her, which would mean-!
Aegis braced herself and leaped over the fray, landing behind the Ripper, hoping she wasn't too late. Two more of the dinosaur-like creatures burst out of the ground on either side of her and jumped past, aiming for the two girls she was protecting. Their flight, however, was stopped in mid-air by Aegis, who once more raised her left hand and-
...She wasn't fast enough. Both of them slammed into her head on and sent her tumbling to the ground. She screamed, feeling fanglike teeth sinking into her left shoulder. The first one had her pinned, while the second one drew back, raising its pointed horn and preparing to bring it down on her head. Desperate now, she reached out with her right hand, pulling on the first thing she could. Another large chunk of debris flew towards her, and she flicked her wrist upward at the last second, sending it slamming headlong into the creature on top of her, splattering it over a nearby wall. Struggling just to turn her palm down as blood flowed down her wounded arm, she released a push directly into the ground beneath her, launching both herself and the creature still clinging to her into the air. Sure enough, the sudden shock of their launch wrenched the beast's teeth out of her arm, and the moment she found herself able to bring up her hand, she did so, grabbing it by the horn and flinging it into the ground below with another push, where it, too, broke to pieces.
She barely managed to right herself enough to land on her feet, stumbling a bit as dizziness suddenly overcame her. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and a sudden surge of pain ripped through her arm. She looked down to see-
...The left sleeve of her coat was entirely shredded, and the once-pristine white fabric was stained an ugly shade of crimson red. Something warm was dripping rapidly down her arm, and her fingers suddenly felt incredibly numb and cold. Her left glove flickered into and out of existence, before vanishing entirely. She wanted to throw up, wanted to scream, wanted to cry... She'd been scared before, but as another Negari leaped towards her, it suddenly hit her that she hadn't been afraid enough. She'd been worried she'd simply get hurt... but wasn't it entirely possible that she'd die here?
She panicked. On instinct, she brought up her foot and kicked the fourth Negari as far away as she could, sending it slamming into several of its comrades who all landed in an indistinct, broken heap. Suddenly, she felt the concrete touching her bare right foot, and realized that her right boot had just disappeared too. She'd used up all her pushes, and now, when she most desperately needed to keep enemies away from her, all she could do was pull them closer! They were beginning to close in all around her, all around the two girls she was trying to protect.
The cowardly girl's courage gave way as Negari closed in all around her. Ariel was screaming something in her ear, telling her to retreat, or fight, or do SOMETHING, but she couldn't make out the words. She was so dizzy... The pain was so much... She couldn't see through her tears. Her legs wouldn't move. She wanted to run, but her knees were shaking. It was all she could do to stay on her feet.
I don't... I don't want to die! | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,342 | 1,512 | 55 | 2,465 | 3,258 | Kaneko Yuri
Yuri day was going so slowly, it was almost physically painful - it felt like she was itching all over. She'd hoped that cutting classes and hitting the arcades would alleviate some of the boredom, but in the end it was pointless; as she thought, the only way to scratch this itch was a fight. She couldn't think of anything else that would do it. Sadly, it was the middle of the day, and delinquents, the fun ones at least, didn't come out until evening hit. She could always start a ruckus in a local slum, but that felt like too much trouble, even for her - the people there had long memories, and though they were usually sportsmanlike about getting the crap beaten out of them, if it was uncalled for, they would prove to be vindictive and petty - she knew this for a fact.
No delinquents, no slum dwellers, no bikers gangs out at the moment. So, all that was left were Negari.
The thought sent an excited shiver down her spine. It had scarcely been three months since her inception as a magical girl, but more and more she was beginning to enjoy her 'duty' - being able to fight Negari was probably the best thing to ever happen to her. The entire sensation was just too different from fighting person to be any comparison. The demons always took different forms, always had something up their sleeve.
More importantly, there was absolutely no hesitation. The black spawn would, and could, take every chance to kill her. There was no reservations, no moral compunctions about ending her with the next blow - they wanted her dead, and she could respond in kind.
Every move could be her last. A single mistake could cost her life. And all the while, if she survived, she would become stronger and stronger.
She didn't think she'd ever get enough of it!
If there was one downside to this whole magical girl deal, however, it was . . .
"P-please stick to the patrol route I outlined for you Yuri!"
A distraught looking fairy floated next to her, wafting around what looked like a map of the city. Yuri sighed, and continued walking, phone in hand. It wasn't as though she didn't understand, she really did. She had a duty to keep the city safe from Negari, and she had nothing against Frudie wanting her to be a model magical girl - the fairy had a right, she was the one responsible for her becoming one in the first place - but something as mundane and regimental as patrolling was just not her thing.
More to the point, the word patrolling implied another thing, that wherever she went was a part of her territory. A bit earlier, she had gotten into a rather heated . . . debate with a neighboring magical girl. She was unaware that, apparently, some magical girls declared certain areas as their territory for some reason or the other. It certainly made combating Negari over a large area efficient when each girl knew who or if someone could respond, but for someone like her who was unaware of such things and frankly just didn't care, well, it was a constant cause of conflict.
In any case, her fairy partner insisted on following a planned-out route to patrol, as well as a bunch of other troublesome activities all so that she could be a 'model magical girl'.
"Aah, come on Frudie-chibi, it's my day off, cut me some slack!" she whined halfheartedly. They've done this song and dance a dozen times before.
Frudie replied with the expected answer. "That's what you said yesterday. And the day before that. Also, you're supposed to be at school right now!"
"Ah yeah, forgot 'bout that!"
The fairy gave a long-suffering sigh. Yuri had no intention to take this seriously, that much was clear. Still, it wouldn't hurt her to just go on a patrol every once in awhile! Just to make it apparent that she was doing her duty as a magical girl and not skiving off doing who knows what with her abilities!
Except that was exactly what she was doing. Frudie sighed as her partner stopped walking to take a seat.
"Good signal here."
The two of them were no on top of a signal tower. Why they were here, Frudie had no idea - she couldn't even recall how they got here!
"Anyway, no need for a patrol right now. Looks like we got a Negari attack near Yamashita," she said, staring at her phone. Social media was a one hell of a blessing for things like this. A grin slowly made it's way across her face.
Just the thing she needed to scratch that itch . . .
. . . is what she thought at the time. By the time they got there, it looked like a bunch of magical girls had already responded. Their opponent was one huge Negari. Powerful, but dimwitted and with some cooperation, not really much of a threat. The thing was practically done for. Observing them from atop a nearby building, she had a good vantage point to view the battle.
Ugh, she wished she got here earlier. Much as she wanted to dive in and join the fun, there wasn't actually much left to do.
Well, she did watch the other Magical Girls at work. Observing her fellows in battle was always interesting for her. She's gotten into a few scuffles with them in the short span of time she's been one, but never a serious fight - Frudie insisted more than anything else that she not get into a fight with another Magical Girl. The times it looked like it that line might actually be crossed, the poor fairy would break down into tears and cling to her like no tomorrow, and that kind of display killed off any chance of her actually enjoying the fight.
Back to the battle with the Negari, the girls were chipping away at it, one chunk at a time. As expected, lack of any form of strategic planning offset the things huge size. Eventually, it was overwhelmed through the girls teamwork. She gave them a respectful smile from a distance. It was a good fight, even if it didn't really get her blood-boiling; it was pretty cool to watch them give it their all. Judging from how worn out they were, they had really pushed themselves. The purple haired girl looked just about ready to keel over too.
She was just about to get up and leave when her instincts screamed at her. Her head whipped back, and suddenly dozens of Negari flooded the streets. Her eyes narrowed as she watched them spread everywhere, their destructive instincts calling out to them as they attacked nearby civilians.
She grinned. It looked like she would get to have her fun after all.
"Frudie-chibi," she motioned, and the fairy nodded in understanding as she prepared to enter her 'Magical Girl Mode'. As power flooded through her, her clothes dissolved only to be replaced in an instant with her signature kimono and geta. Her hair shone brilliant gold, and like a comet crashing from the heavens, Magical Girl Golden Flower descended!
Her first landing ended up killing two Negari on the spot. She found that relative to their size, they were fairly weak, pretty much the run-of-the mill Negari. The only problem was how many of them there were.
"Well, whatever," she thought offhandedly. She'd do what she could. Things like crowd control were out of her hands.
Through the chaos of the street, she was acutely aware that the magical girls from earlier were being surrounded. She had no idea how well they'd fare to being swarmed, but she was aware that they were fresh from a fight. What's more, she could see one of them crying. With a 'tch', she shot towards them.
Golden Flower bulldozed her way through several Negari who had yet to react to her presence, tossing them or smashing their heads in with incredible strength, until she landed in front of Aigis. Inhaling deeply, she planted a foot in front of one Negari, and kicked with enough force to sending it flying with several others.
She gripped the purple-haired Magical Girl by the collar, lifting her towards her face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? This is no time for tears, understand!?" she yelled, glaring angrily at the other girl. | Name:
Kaneko Yuri
Magical Girl Title:
Golden Flower
Age:
16
Gender:
"Is this even a question?"
point crediting the artist lol
Regular Appearance:
Tall for her age, standing at 5'10'' with shoulder length brown hair that she often ties into a ponytail. She has almond shaped eyes with somewhat thick eyebrows, and a constant smirk/grin on her face, depending on present company. Somewhat muscular and stocky, though with noticeably ample bust and blessed figure. She has two noticeable scars - one across the side of her neck, and one stretching from her collarbone down to her chest, though the latter isn't visible with clothes on.
Usually wears a tank-top and jacket with short-shorts, though sometimes she switches to jeans and sweaters on particularly chilly days. Has a habit of not wearing a bra, due to finding the damn things too annoying to deal with, unless really necessary.
Magical Girl Appearance:
Her magical girl outfit is a simple, short red kimono with a large golden lily on the back, and golden flame trims on the sleeve and back. The kimono is open at the front and tied around the waist, and the sleeve of the right arm looks as though it was torn off. Her chest is wrapped in golden sarashi. She has gold-colored thigh-highs, and is wearing red single-stilted geta. Her hair glows a radiant gold while in battle.
Personality:
For Yuri, strength is everything. Of course, her definition of strength is somewhat nebulous, so when asked what is strength for her one is likely to receive a different answer every time, but nevertheless, her pursuit of strength is what defines her. She respects an abundance of it, and disdains a lack of it - and does so openly and without hesitation. Some would say she's an honest girl, while others would call her arrogant; it doesn't matter to Yuri, as the truth has always been far simpler:
She lives the way she wants to, with little regard for others opinions or beliefs.
Her motivations aside, she's someone who enjoys a challenge, and her favorite method of enjoying herself is none other than battle. Whether it be against Negari or other magical girls, the thrill she gets from pitched, high-stakes combat is perhaps unmatched among all other magical girls. In fact, among her peers, she's infamous for her reputation as an unrepentant combat junkie. Of course, this attitude extends to actions outside of combat, and in every aspect of her life, Yuri will undoubtedly give it her all if it means overcoming what she deems a challenge. In that sense, for Yuri, it's all or nothing. If something fails to garner her interest, then it may as well not exist for her; if does, however, then she's prepared to go above and beyond the norm.
Somewhat predictably, she's often at odds with other magical girls, as unlike the majority of them, her sense of right and wrong is somewhat skewed - though not nonexistent. Blatant acts of injustice and evil will hardly get a pass from her, but beyond irredeemable crimes, she will tend to ignore them in favor of her own pursuits.
In terms of relationships, Yuri is hardly what one would call a good friend, but neither is she someone that one would regret having at their side. It is simply that meeting the requirements for her to consider someone her friend sets the bar high enough, sustaining those requirements would be considerably more difficult to those unprepared. To those that she does consider friends though, she is ready to assist no matter what the trouble is, even if her assistance might not always be the most comfortable thing to have.
All-in-all, the Golden Flower is the flower that blooms freely, unhindered by weather or war.
Skills:
Even before her time as a magical girl, Yuri was a beast in a melee. She's not formally trained in martial arts, but her instincts combined with a lifetime of picking fights have led her to develop her own informal fighting style.
She's also a surprisingly good cook - out of necessity more than anything. Following a self-imposed diet is easier when you're the one doing the cooking, and if one has to cook, they may as well make it taste good.
She's also smarter than many give her credit for. More street smart than book smart, but she's no slouch in either department.
Abilities:
- As Golden Flower she's acquired physical abilities that are a notch above that of the normal enhancements of magical girls, having strength, durability and speed such that it could be classified as a power in and of itself.
- Asides from her physical capabilities, she can wreathe a golden flame across her body that fans of hers have given the moniker "Golden Empress Aura". In simple terms, it completely nullifies any attempts to bind or move her. She cannot be pushed, pulled, tied or constricted, etc; however, it does not work as a physical barrier for damage of any kind, so in some cases it may actually work to her detriment - attacks that her body might have instinctively dodged, or otherwise mitigated slightly, will instead take the full brunt of it. So while she may not be pushed by an incoming flying car, she sure as heck is going to feel it.
Weapon(s):
Her only weapon, which is a single cabinet-sized, pile-bunker-esque gauntlet that can be used to briefly enhance a single punch to reach levels above her already abnormal strength before being discarded for twenty-four hours, or otherwise as just a really big metal fist to hit things with. More often than not just used as a trump card and rarely taken out for regular use. She's given it the name "Mountain Breaker".
Using it as a trump card tires her immensely, leaving her extremely vunerable for a period of time.
Brief History:
The daughter of a construction worker and a school teacher, it is unknown just where exactly her frankly tyrannical mentality came from. If one asked her, and if she felt like answering, then she would say that she could trace it back to the day she was kidnapped.
It was an incident her parents never knew about, a crime that was resolved before it could even become a crime. The details of what happened are known only to her, and she's never openly discussed what transpired, but whatever happened changed her way of viewing life.
Since then, she'd developed a habit of starting fights. When she lost for the first time, she quickly developed a secondary habit of winning fights. Eventually, her infamy spread, to the point where even most delinquents avoided her out of fear; those that didn't, quickly fell in line with the rest.
She met Frudie when the latter was being chased by a Negari. The poor fairy contracted the first person she met who had the potential. It could have been anyone, really. This time, it just so happened to be Yuri, who was on her way from a back-alley brawl.
According to the terrified Fairy, Yuri entered such a battle frenzy that for a moment it was hard to distinguish between the Negari and her.
It's been three months since then, and she's slowly been fitting into her role as a magical girl, as well as learning about the responsibilities that come with it, much to her chagrin.
Theme song:
Fairy Name:
Frudie (Froo-dee-eh)
Fairy Appearance:
A constantly depressed looking fairy, with long blue hair, lavender-colored eyes, who is usually dressed in a long white and elegant gown and elbow length white gloves, and a short blue cape.
Fairy Personality:
Before meeting Yuri, she was bumbling and somewhat overenthusiastic fairy, especially in terms of finding a partner to contract; she had a rather low self-esteem as well, not being one of the more 'talented' fairies, nor did she consider herself exceptionally attractive. After contracting with Yuri, however, due her constantly having to deal with her contractors . . . 'independent' attitude has sapped her of energy and instilled within her a habit of lamenting her ill-fortune. Still, she is loyal to Yuri and despite what she says outwardly, is in fact more than satisfied with and very proud of her partner.
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55,343 | 1,512 | 56 | 2,463 | 650 | Kuroe stepped through the sky, letting her eyes wander the city below. It was strange that she hadn't come across anyone else patrolling, as if they were all elsewhere. Then something sent a cold shiver up her spine.
"Hey, Listen!"
She flinched and glared at Fid with a frown. The small fairy increased her distance from her partner and held up her hands. Kuroe shook her head.
"Yeah, I got it. And you've been playing that game way too much."
Fid nodded and pointed off to their right.
"Over there, looks like a fight!"
"Yeah, We might as well head over there."
She picked up the pace before throwing herself into a leap and drawing her Marker. Things below looked to be getting tense.
All at once the clouds gathered and piled up before spilling over. As if a limit had been reached a torrent of rain poured forth. All at once it seemed the earth had been split open as a peal of thunder announced the arrival of a bolt of lightening that sounded as it it might split the earth in two.
Clouds gathered above the negari with a brief column of rain. With a crash of overwhelming light and sound a pair of them already stunned by Golden Flower were obliterated by a bolt of lightning that turned them into pieces that steamed in the after math of the rain. Kuroe touched down a second later, jogging a few steps and breathing a little heavily in the aftermath of the spell. | Name: Himura Shizuri
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Kuroe the Writer (Also her pen name)
Age:17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: In her Transformed state Shizuri wears a black suit with a cream colored vest and pink tie. Her ordinarily messy hair is done up into a ponytail and her glasses are absent entirely.
Personality:
In the flesh Shizuri is almost terminally shy, reluctant to act around people that she knows and entirely useless around strangers. Any attention drawn to her is unwelcome and she does not readily express herself without being prompted, even around good friends.
Though the anonymity of the internet she is outgoing and opinionated. Shizuri is passionate about anything that she takes an interest in and can be driven to show her anger with a small amount of provocation. She isn't a naturally angry person but more vibrant emotions more easily rise to the top if she is caught off guard. These traits even carry through to her magical girl form. Nobody could possibly mistake shy Himura Shizuri for Kuroe the brash magical girl.
Skills: Writing, playing and mixing music and video games.
Abilities: With her Marker Shizuri can modify the properties of objects by writing on them and impose her will upon the world. Longer, more detailed passages have greater effects. She can change the shapes of things and even give them magical properties for a limited time.
Tool: The Black Marker
Brief History:
Himura Shizuri merely passed through life to this point. Her shy nature and inability to make friends meant that she made as little an impact upon those that she crossed paths with as they did upon her. The origin of this might have been her families constant moving with her fathers work and the very brief nature of any friendships early in her life.
With the absence of any other people to spend her time with, Shizuri filled her life with more solitary activities such as writing and other hobbies. Behind her online nickname Kuroe she found a way to express her thoughts and feelings without having to meet face to face with anyone.
While in her first year of high school she published her first romance novel under this same nickname. It was a success and afterone year of high school she dropped out to write full time, moving into an apartment of her own and living a life of solitude. She now publishes at an astounding rate, living out her own fantasies on the pages she writes. Beneath it all, what she possibly desires most is the ability to interact with people face to face, like those in her stories.
It is of course open knowledge that Magical Girl Kuroe and Kuroe the author are one and the same.
Fairy Name: Fid
Fairy Appearance: Fid is a diminutive Fairy, even among her own kind she is considered small. Fids hair is a brilliant white and what passes for her wings and even her clothing is an indistinct darkness that flows around her body like scraps of black silk with her wings coming from four small points on her back. In flight she looks like a pinprick of light followed by a rippling inky trail.
Fairy Personality: Fids nature is a direct contrast to that of Shizuri. She is always outgoing and will rise to any challenge, especially anything that might directly go against Shizuri herself. Fid will poke fun at anything and any one meaning that nothing is off limits if the mood strikes her. She is in tune very intimately with Shizuri and is able to convey her feelings for her.
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55,344 | 1,512 | 57 | 1,007 | 2,848 | Out of the frying pan... Midori looked on in horror as the Negari crawled out of its own corpse, and even worse, brought friends along. There must have been twenty of them, at least. Sure, they didn't look dangerous individually, but if the bees sting the bear enough...
She needed a plan of action, and the choice was obvious. If she faced the big Negari again with her mana drained, she'd be a pulp in seconds, so she turned on the horde of minions. She spun her staff at one of the drill-like creatures, smacking it in the flank, then the back of the head, and finally finished it off with a strike from above that crushed its skull. Then, she saw Aegis in trouble. "Hang on, Aegis! I'm coming for you!" | Name: 中島 星 (Nakajima Hoshi)
Magical Girl Title: Shooting Star
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Upon Transformation, Hoshi’s garb becomes a blazing red, black, and gold uniform that harkens back, strangely enough, to the livery of the Prussian military of old, that might make you ask, "Ch-Char?" at first glance. While the heeled boots and long, flowing scarf may not seem combat practical to the average viewer, rest assured that Hoshi’s all action, high-octane, three-times-faster-than-you fighting style isn’t hindered in the slightest. Just like the glorious starburst emblazoned upon her chest, our girl is ready to race into the fray, as soon as she dons her shades after transformation!
Wouldn’t want Aniki to learn we’re endangering ourselves, after all.
Personality: Hoshi is an optimistic girl, whose basal state is the casually upbeat type of person who makes friends quickly and does so for keeps. She appreciates life in its utmost, and all of the beautiful little things in it, in her mind, should be cherished, because one never knows when they might be gone.
And that duality of nature is what drives her, beneath her easygoing, and at times almost breezy demeanor. She understands very deeply the importance of protecting that which she holds dear, and how suddenly, callously, and quickly life can flip itself upon its head and tear everything away if one isn’t careful. Not willing to let that happen in the slightest, Hoshi is always willing to do whatever it takes to hold them close. Running in the morning? No problem. Looking up martial arts and boxing training manuals online and practicing in the living room? Worth it. Making food when she can to help lighten her Aniki’s load? She’d do it every day if she could.
When a little girl is given a second chance at life, she’s bound to want to do two things: Make the most of it, and Give Back with all of her heart. She is a fiercely loyal friend who is nearly impossible to anger, let alone lose, and she will always have the backs of the people she cares about, no matter what their problems are. She knows firsthand how much of a difference having even one person there in a time of need can help someone.
As such, if you talk to her, you’ll find yourself conversing with one of the friendlier girls on this side of the planet. Though her decorum isn’t always up to snuff, there is no true impoliteness about her, save from the rare burst of a dry witticism. We can blame her Aniki for that one, given that such phrases are basically his primary form of communication. And while on the subjects of things good old Nakajima Kyotaro can be blamed for, let's discuss her tastes in entertainment. Being a guy living on his own, he didn't have much in the way of things that would interest the usual twelve-year-old girl, so she ended up making do with what he had to offer. One of her fondest memories was when they first watched a movie together, Enter the Dragon. From there, she found that, while she wasn’t lacking in traditionally “girly” tastes by any means (her wardrobe is a testament to this), she also had an untapped love for action, fighting, and other shonen stuff, much to his surprise. Even fighting games! He had to deal with her spamming Raging Demons for three weeks, once…
Despite her willingness to give most things a try, one line she definitely will not cross is that set by her moral compass. Her resolve to protect others is absolute, and she will never quibble on her sense of right and wrong. Everyone, however, deserves a second chance.
That’s a sure thing.
Skills: You mean besides making her Aniki worry? She’s a naturally fast runner, and while she never had the opportunity to get on the track team in middle school, she could often be seen running with them in the early mornings after the coach figured out she wasn’t hurting anything. As such, her stamina is also at a very high level for a young girl of her age, which helps her in her self-taught martial arts training. This training consists mainly of form work found off the internet, since Aniki won’t buy her a punching bag or something and for some reason she hasn’t looked into martial arts schools nearby. She’s a surprisingly good singer, at least during karaoke time, an increasingly experienced cook, and a thorn in her Aniki’s side in most fighting games by this point.
Abilities: Her magical girl abilities all revolve around one thing: raw speed. While her strength is indeed enhanced by the transformation, as it is for every magical girl, the gains made are dwarfed by those towards speed, agility, and reaction time. Simple and straightforward, much like her approach to fighting: Get over there and hit it a lot.
To that end, her “Special Moves” tend to take full advantage of her blinding speed, such as a “Gungnir Thrust”, which is essentially a flying side kick delivered at ridiculous speeds for the maximum possible impact, with a few directional variations. Another would be the “North Star Blitz”, which is perhaps even simpler— bunches and bunches of punches, all over and slipping through any opening they can find. The strangest of the lot is most definitely “Roar of the Dragon”, a punch thrown so hard and fast that the sheer force of air displacement alone is concussive, allowing her range to suddenly spike out by ten feet at this point in time.
And that’s to say nothing of all the other fun ideas Aniki’s shows and games have given her…
Weapon(s): Everyone who’s ever punched a wall knows—hands are pretty fragile. Even with proper form helping them out, there’s still only so much of an impact the knuckles can take, so with that in mind, what’s a girl like Hoshi to do? Those monsters aren’t going to punch themselves, after all, so her hands need protection.
What better than a pair of golden gauntlets, that seem to glow like the stars in the night sky? Providing both protection and additional power to her strikes, Hoshi’s fistic pursuits would get nowhere without her weaponry. They even come with Kung Fu Grip!
Brief History: Hoshi’s life was, in all honesty, very, very normal. She was a normal girl, who lived in a normal house with her normal parents going to a normal school five days out of the week. She was happy, healthy, and full of all the vitality you would expect from a young lady in modern day Japan.
Then, her parents died at twelve.
Hoshi’s world was destroyed by a random car accident one night. There was no warning, not even a premonition of it. Her parents simply never came back. After a numb pair of nights in the Social Services office, her next, and as it would appear, only of kin was called in—one 22 year old, gainfully employed, and very, very bewildered Nakajima Kyotaro. Her mother’s nephew, and apparently, only Plan B. The two didn’t know each other at all until that point. She didn’t even know who he was until he returned a few hours later— and explained to her that he’d decided to take her in, if she wanted to come with him.
Without uttering a word, she would leave at his side a few minutes and a bunch of paperwork later.
Over the next few weeks, she would begin to get settled into her new home and used to her newfound older cousin being like an older brother, having wisely decided to not try and replace Mama and Papa despite taking on their status of Legal Guardianship. It was a slow, painful process, but 3 years on into the present day, Hoshi and Kyotaro are now practically inseparable, and not a day goes by where she doesn’t try and give back however she can. If she were ever to count her blessings, her "Aniki" would doubtlessly be at the top.
Hoshi is currently enrolled as a first-year at East Umitori High School, in class 1-C.
Fairy Name: テンドウ (Tendou)
Fairy Appearance: Tendou is a small woman, as most fairies tend to be, roughly palm sized. Her favored garb is rather traditionally japanese in style, and her long, straight blue hair reaches roughly down to her mid-back, partially done up into a small ponytail on the side. Her wings are birdlike, reminiscent of an eagle’s, but obviously much smaller.
Fairy Personality: Someone stop this girl from watching so many samurai movies. Her usual demeanor is poised in the utmost, and her cool head is often crucial in tempering Hoshi’s more hotblooded tendencies. Seems to fancy herself a wordsmith, and will often spew quotes and poetry where the situation deems appropriate. The jury, however, is still out on whether or not she just makes most of it up. What is clear is that she definitely cares for and has faith in her young charge, no matter how stoic she may seem to be. The girl has been through so much.
Theme Song: BEAT OF THE RISING SUN, BEAT OF THE RISING SUN |
55,345 | 1,512 | 58 | 1,541 | 255 | Masako Imagawa
Masako stopped her patrol immediately upon feeling that pulse. The sensation that indicated her towards Yamashita. "Did you feel that too, Lutin?"
"Indeed. It seems we finally have a destination." Lutin was almost excited, though more out of a desire to at least make the day productive. Wasting no time, Masako charged ahead on Chantilly in search of the source of the beacon. Upon arriving on the scene, Masako took in the sight of the hordes of Negari pouring into the street, along with the larger Negari forming in the midst of it all. With so many foul creatures abound, one could say it was like the gates of hell had opened.
"How horrib-"
"C'est magnifique!" Masako cut her fairy off mid sentence in her excitement. "I had been hoping to find something to slay today, and my patience has been rewarded with a veritable medley of Negari. This is going to be absolutely glorious!" With that, she spurred Chantilly right into the midst of the Negari. Lutin could only shake her head in disbelief. Every few moments, she was reminded of how vainglorious her partner was. Getting stuck right in, Masako's spear immediately found a resting place in the head of a dinosaur like Negari. It did not rest their for long, as she easily pulled it free as she continued her charge and swung it with wild abandon at the other Negari in her path. Those that did not meet their end on the tip of her spear were either knocked aside by the force of her advance or trampled under Chantilly's hooves. A spidery Negari attempted to assault Chantilly's legs, only to find itself unable to grip on due to her speed and was flung clear. Masako continued to plow through the crowd until she emerged at a seeming break in the Negari numbers. It seemed she had found herself among other Magical Girls fighting the hordes. However, any initial pleasure at being among friendly company evaporated as she spied one of them acting in an almost menacing way to another.
"Excusez-moi, but what on earth is going on?" She asked the muscular girl that gripped the other by collar. She had not been here to see the cause of this display, and in her ignorance, it almost looked as though she was the reason this other girl seemed to be brought to tears. Masako could only hope there was a good explanation for what she was doing. | Name: Masako Imagawa
Magical Girl Title: Charging Cavalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Her outfit is the same as pictured above; resplendent white armour covering every inch of her, save for her face and the area around her skirt.
Personality: Masako is a bold and unabashed young woman. She has a penchant for acting flamboyantly whenever she pleases, and she is certainly pleased to act flamboyantly. In her opinion, a defender of justice ought to be a spectacle; they need to be seen and heard loudly and look damn good while doing so. Masako is prone to acting up in just short of any activity she engages in; in a fight, she’s going to want to finish her opponent with a graceful move, not a cheap trick. At school, she will write her essays in excessively purple prose and even make her mathematics assignment into a partial work of art. Few tasks are too small to be performed elegantly.
Should one be able to get beyond her peacock-like strutting, one will find that Masako is a perfectly sociable person. While she loves to show off, she doesn’t like to do it at anyone’s expense. She will not insult or diminish anyone; in fact, she doesn’t even like to do so with an opponent, for they ought to be treated with honour, no matter the circumstances. In spite of her ostentatious displays, Masako is not so petty as to try and supress others around her and is often keen to encourage others to show off their own talents. She doesn’t wish to throw anyone to the shade, but she absolutely will have her place in the sun.
Masako is also quite enamoured with French culture, and will often pepper her speech with gratuitous French words just to give herself some additional flair. If asked, Masako will claim she is indeed partially French, having inherited her flowing golden locks from her European heritage. However, this is in fact untrue; Masako has plain, gutter born American heritage to thank for her blonde hair, but is too ashamed to admit it, and while she doesn’t like to lie, this is the one lie she would like to maintain.
Skills: Masako had a fairly regimented upbringing; she wasn’t allowed to slack off and relax all day and instead was directed to self-improvement on a broad scale. While she is no physical specimen, she is well exercised and most assuredly fit. She is also a champion equestrian, having taken quite a liking to riding horses. She is also fluent in English and French, the former she was tutored in due to its uses, and the latter she learned on her own time simply because she wanted to.
Abilities: As a baseline, Masako gains a boost to her physical capabilities, though these are merely supplementary to her more versatile powers.
-Chantilly: Masako has the ability to call upon a white, magical horse for her to ride. The horse is blessed with exceptional speed and agility, being able to carry Masako around quickly and navigate around and over obstacles while allowing her to focus on attacking her enemy. The drawback to this ability is that the horse cannot go everywhere; any place that’s not built to allow a horse and rider to enter will be off limits. Masako took to calling the horse Chantilly after his pure white coat.
-Arsenal: This ability entails Masako being able to call upon copies of her signature spear (as depicted in her appearance) as need be. While the weapons are more than capable of use in close combat, Masako also tends to hurl them like javelins at her opponent. Additionally, when fighting from horseback, Masako uses her momentum to use her spear like a couched lance.
-Barrage: This one is related to Masako’s arsenal ability, but on a much grander scale. Masako essentially sends her power into overdrive, conjuring one spear after another, flinging them at a heightened speed. This is, naturally, one of her finishing moves.
-Sky Piercer: This one is simple yet powerful; Masako concentrates her magical power into one, single javelin toss, giving the resulting attack a great deal of force behind it as well as leaving a devastating sonic boom in its wake. This is, of course, her other finisher.
Weapon(s): Masako’s spear is the only weapon she needs.
Brief History: Masako is the child of a Zaibatsu family, and thus was naturally born to a great deal of wealth, but also the pressures of representing an important and respected group. This drove her not only to succeed, but to succeed with flair; to make herself stand out from the merely studious students and actually be something more. As a child, she also loved tales of romantic heroism; of heroes that not only saved the day but did so while being simply amazing. It was these two attitudes that culminated in her investment in the Magical Girl scene. To her, it was not simply the idea of them being heroes, but being heroes that acted with style and grace. It was everything she wanted to grow up to be.
Masako’s chief idol among the modern Magical Girls was one called La Cuirassier; a French Magical Girl who had gained popularity both in France and abroad. La Cuirassier was everything Masako hoped to be, both heroic and graceful in equal amounts, but her greatest impact on Masako’s youth was her ethos; she was a heroine that stressed the importance of treating people with dignity and respect, for if a Magical Girl could not do so, then she lacked a hero’s greatest quality. Had Masako not idolized her so specifically, she might have grown up to be an exceedingly snobbish woman, solely concerned with making herself look good. Due to La Cuirassier’s influence, Masako tended towards encouraging others to do better rather than mocking them for achieving less. Eventually, she got her chance to become a Magical Girl in the same style as her idol…
Fairy Name: Lutin
Fairy Appearance:
Fairy Personality: Lutin is a fairly serious fairy, preferring to get the job done quickly and efficiently. That is why she is often less than pleased with Masako, who would rather find a way to skewer her opponent with a significantly graceful flourish than finish them off simply. Although she will greatly bemoan Masako’s flamboyant tendencies, she knows she can at least rely on her to get the job done eventually, if not at the speed she would rather move at. Lutin is not a completely unfriendly fairy, but she has little tolerance for tomfoolery, and will refuse to engage with anyone that tests her patience.
Theme Song: Valkyrie Profile: To the last Drop of my Blood |
55,346 | 1,512 | 59 | 707 | 517 | Victory was achieved. The Negari slowly started to return to that black, primordial ooze that all Negari seemed to composed of, dripping into an extremely large puddle. The other girls seemed pretty happy, not to mention she met the FREAKING RIPPER!! Wait until the guys on the forums hear about this! Ogata seemed a little sour, probably because she hated so much mana being used at once. The again, it was just a single Negari, and she still had 80% of her mana left! All in all, she was pretty mana-efficient considering she only restrained the Negari during the fight. Shiina quickly dismissed the thought, however - Why would she need to worry about her mana? She planned to say good bye soon and head home for the night, but before she could utter out the phrase, the puddle seemed to... move.
Before she could react, it quickly began to reform itself, thin and vestigial legs sprouting out of the liquid to drag it's torso out. Immediately, Shiina slammed two of her ribbons onto the gel and spread them as wide as she could, trying to keep the thing from tearing itself out and attacking them. Immediately afterwards, she started to attack the legs with the third ribbon, trying to make them lose their grip and escape slower. It was only after managing to take down two legs that she realized how many Negari had truly appeared - There had to be at least dozens... Luckily, Ripper was able to take care of the smaller Negari with ease, simply slamming into them with her knife to kill them. It wasn't until she noticed that there were others near Ripper that she realized... Holy shit, those are civilians!
Shiina immediately stopped attacking the legs, sending ribbon number three closer to the group. It wasn't until she was halfawy there that she realized it - She was only able to make it halfway... Shiina proceeded to jog her way over to the group, allowing the 1st and 2nd ribbon to stretch to their maximum lengths before she stopped. All the Negari seemded occupied trying to attck Ripper and Aegis, so Shiina sent out her 3rd ribbon, and saw that she was just barely able to reach them. Relief spread through her, only to be sucked away when she saw two of the dinosaur looking Negari bite into Aegis' shoulder. The scream she elicited was worse than anything she ever heard - it was a human scream, not a Negari's. She sent debris flying in different directions, before kicking one of the Negari coming towards her with her foot, sending it flying. The third ribbon raced over to her only to be beaten - A blond woman wearing a red kimono that Shiina wasn't focusing on picked her up by the collar, before yelling something about not crying. What the hell did she expect! Aegis was bleeding super hard!
Shiina gently wrapped the ribbon around the small girl and moving her next to Shiina, then the red-haired school girl, before finally grabbing Aegis as well, who was still being held onto by the red kimono chick. Shiina angrily yelled.
"Don't yell at my friend! And let go of her before she bleeds out!"
Shiina quickly realized she wasn't paying attention to the larger Negari, and slammed her ribbons down once to make sure it was easier to restrain. At least Midori seemed to be trying to help Aegis, Shiina watching as she raced over to help. As a dinosaur Negari raced over to Shiina and the civilians, she briefly took ribbon 2 and smacked the dinosaur, before moving it back to restrain the large Negari. To her horror, one of the legs had managed to start pushing again, and all the Negari's eyes were on her. She had all her ribbons busy, and if a Negari attacked her right now, she could die... Shiina simply resorted to praying, hoping that her third ribbon would be free soon so she could knock out some of the big Negari's legs and protect the civilians and injured Aegis. Remembering her, Aegis called out.
"Aegis-Chan! Are you hurt bad!? Holy crap that's more blood than I thought... J-just stay with me, I'll make sure you don't get hurt anymore!"
Her voice was quivering as she said this. Shiina was actually terrified. There were more Negari here, on this street, than all the other Negari she had fought since becoming a magical girl. Hell, most of them were tougher than any Negari she had faced before as well. All Shiina could do was what she did best - put on a brave face, pretend everything would be alright, and try her hardest to make it work. She moved the young girl behind her, and did her best to move the third ribbon to her as quickly as possible. Shiina was so worried, she didn't even register the pulse of energy that exuded from Rippers direction, the energy of a beacon being established. All she needed was the third ribbon... Then she would wrap them all up and move them on top of a building or somewhere that was safe... Shiina barely saw the white haired woman clad in armor, simply happy to have extra help taking our these Negari. | Name: 椎名真美子 (Mamiko Shiina)
Magical Girl Title: The Pink Delinquent
Age: 15
Gender: Female
She wears her uniform on school days and rarely changes into anything else for casual activity. When she is off school, she usually wears a pink and grey blazer and a grey skirt, unless it is during the winter, when she wears a blue winter coat and black pants.
As with most magical girls, Shiina's clothes change, shifting into a pink dress. Shinna is somewhat unique in that she is physically changed when she transforms, as her eye color becomes red while transformed,
Personality: A highly driven young girl, Shiina strives to be the best she can possibly be. She constantly pushes herself to try new activities, learn new skills, and convince her friends to do they're best. She looks to the future with a bright hope in her eyes, and does everything in her power to make sure the people around her don't miss out on anything they might regret. This has resulted in her getting suspended on numerous occasions for pulling pranks on the student body and faculty, and she skipped school multiple times in order to hang out with her friends and go to a restaurant, or take the train to hang out at Shinjuku or Akihabara... Let's just say, she is far from a good student, and her grades clearly reflect it. But it's not her fault, there's just so much more interesting stuff to do! She hates indecisiveness, and usually just drags people with her before they are able to say no to whatever she is requesting them to do.
Shiina is actually like this because of an incident that occurred when shes was 9 - A fairy came to her and offered to ignite her heart, but Shiina was just too much of a coward to agree, worried about the dangers that come with being a magical girl. As such, the fairy left, and Shiina wallowed in self-hate that a lifetime opportunity passed her by. She felt so defeated, in fact, that she cut off her long flowing hair, leaving it short. She has kept the same style to this day, but decided that striving to improve oneself is far better than remaining a pathetic person that hates themselves. Shiina hates despair above all else - if a friend is feeling it's cold fingers, she'll do anything to cheer them up, from motivational speeches and presents, to threatening the thing causing those feelings.
Shiina is the least formal person out there, and her Kaa-san can't count the number of times that she pissed off a teacher by referring to them with their first name. Sometimes, people wonder if she even knows what a last name is for... Additionally, she prefers to do things that require great skill or trial-and-error, constantly throwing herself at challenges headfirst until she either succeeds, or (more likely than not) gets bored.
The most jarring thing about Shiina, however, is how bloodthirsty she is towards Negari. Hell, her main technique is to grab them, and squish them in her ribbons until they burst...
Skills: Shiina is, surprisingly, amazing at persuasion, and her charisma is off the charts. This is most likely because she is constantly talking to people and getting them to do stupid stuff like skip class or jump off bridges into rivers. Shiina is also a 'jack of all trades' in that she is slightly better in everything - that's what happens when you try to do a new thing every day! Shiina is also great at taunts, and while other's do not consider this a skill, she tries to make puns when she can to lighten the mood. Shiina's most impressive skill, however, is her iron will. She will keep doing something until she can succeed, and putting her mind towards something will make her a force to be reckoned with! This combined with her charisma make her amazing at speeches. Unfortunately, her intelligence is below average, and she is no more physically powerful than the average 14 year old girl.
Abilities: Unlike other magical girls, Shiina does not grow stronger or faster with her transformation. Her durability increases slightly, and her reactions improve significantly, but her main power is the ability to move ribbons using her mind. She can only manipulate a maximum of 3 at the moment, and all three are worn on her outfit. Her power can cause the ribbons to change density and maneuverability, and they can move at blinding speeds. They can even grow to longer lengths and grow wider, up to a maximum range of 50 feet and 10 feet wide! Sharpness can be altered, to a degree, but is nowhere near as manipulable as other properties. They are not indestructible, but are far more durable than average ribbons, and regenerate given enough magical energy, which is a good thing considering Shiina doesn't really have the money to replace them each time a Negari rips through them.
She knows three techniques:
Gleipnir Restraint, her signature move, tightly binds a Negari until they are unable to move (But can still break through if strong enough). Variations include crushing the opponents rather than merely restraining them, but this is more tiring.
Cloth Coat, a defensive move, surrounds the ribbons around a target, shielding them from damage (As with Gleipnir Restraint, the shield can be broken with enough power).
Finally, Striped Shuttle pushes the ribbons against the ground with great force, launching Shiina up to 5 stories in the air (Cloth Coat must be used before landing in order to prevent broken bones).
Weapon(s): Most of the time, ribbons are merely an accessory used to look cuter. But for Shiina, they are a truly powerful weapon!...and make her look super cute. Using her magical girl powers, she can animate the ribbons to do a number of tasks, and cause them to go from soft and maneuverable, to rigid and harder than steel. Ogata has suggested, on numerous occasions, to use the ribbons as a form of labor so they can lounge around all day while the ribbons do the work.
The ribbons are essential to most of Shiina's maneuvers and attacks, and losing them would be detrimental to her. Their are 3 in total, 2 black and 1 red/pink striped.
Brief History: Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Shiina was a shy, feminine young girl who sought to help her single mother, Mamiko Ririko. Shiina's father ran away when he was told that Ririko was pregnant, and he seemingly moved to another country, with no records. Kaa-san was never very upset though. She always said things like "Well, he gave me you, so he isn't all bad." or "Don't be too bad or I'll send ya to live with your father!" But raising a young girl is hard when you're a single mom, so they were forced to live in a... poorer neighborhood. Crime was never a problem, though, and the neighbors were all very nice. All in all, Shiina lived a normal life and was never faced with trouble or too much adversity.
But that's what made it a living hell.
Every day was exactly the same; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, eat lunch, walk home, watch TV for hours until kaa-san came home, eat dinner, and go to sleep...
It got to the point where Shiina could barely tell the days apart, and had to obsessively check the date to make sure time was passing at all. Nothing was special, everything was routine, and it was an inescapable pit of boring endlessness. That is, until she was greeted by a fairy on her way home from school. You could imagine the surprise when shy little 9-year old Shiina was asked to become a magical girl! But Shinna was frozen. She couldn't respond to anything this crazy... Hell, she didn't even know if it was real, or just her brain making hallucinations out of sensory deprivation. In the end, Shiina silently turned on her heel, and ran from the small floating woman. After the incident, Shiina was inconsolable. She was a coward who begged for change to her monotone life, but when a lifetime opportunity presented itself, she ended up running out of fear! Shiina slowly fell into a depression, withdrawing from friends and her mother.
It wasn't until she saw magical girls on the news fighting the Negari that she realized it - She should be looking to the future, not letting the what if's, should-have's, and if-only's drag her down. The very next day, on her way home from school, she cut her waist length hair. It felt liberating, her head held high with barely anything dragging it down. Ever since then, she promised to herself to be the best she can be!
Shiina was well on her way of accomplishing this goal... until she saw a hand-sized woman, leaning against a wall. This woman turned to Shiina, speaking in a soft, uncaring voice
"I need a partner... anyways, blah, blah, igniting hearts, you want to be a Magical Girl or what?"
A look of determination filled Shiina's eyes as she whispered out a soft "Yes"
That was a few months ago, and now she is currently enrolled in East Umitori High School, Class 1-B.
Fairy Name: 緒方 (Ogata)
Fairy Personality: The true incarnation of sloth, Ogata simply can't find the energy to do most things, refusing to even fly by herself unless forced to. She is extremely submissive (or more likely uncaring) to Shiina and her shenanigans, simply sleeping in her bag or somewhere hidden. While Shiina believes she was given a second chance to become a magical girl, in actuality, Ogata was simply too lazy to find a good candidate, so she chose the first girl with potential that walked by - Shiina. Despite this uncaring demeanor, Ogata does care for Shiina, if only as a form of transportation and source of sweets.
Theme Song: Sismic Music - It can't come quickly enough |
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"Oh, Aihara-san," replied Katsura Hyoukyo, class representative of East Umitori High School's Class 3-G, as she turned to face her underclasswoman with a smile. "I'm currently planning on returning home. Is there something you need of me?"
Her enquiry was a polite one, and she patiently waited for a response from the younger girl. It would be necessary however, to delay her pursuit of the observed foes in Yamashita for the time being if she wanted to ensure that her alibi as a magical girl remained as sealed as the lips of a skilled espionage agent under heavy interrogation. Her lack of presence would hopefully not prove to be too detrimental; she trusted in the skills of most of the local girls, and depending on the number that arrived to the fight, they would be able to handle any threat with little difficulty. Returning home also allowed her to drop off unnecessary items before entering combat, as well as giving her a chance to provide Kanaria's requested food.
Ha, you totally remembered, boss!
It would, quite fortunately for her wallet, not be a regular occurrence, especially as it would only sate her fae companion's desires rather than provide many tangible benefits. Purchasing so many of the 'sausage things', as Kanaria described them as, without appearing to consume them would also appear suspicious.
Oi, it'll be totally fine! I just want to grow big with this stuff!
Only certain parts will grow big.
Oi!
Her attentions returned to Yuu, awaiting an answer. | Name: 葛 馮虚 (KATSURA Hyoukyo)
Magical Girl Title: Copenhagen Star
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Magical Girl Appearance: Hyoukyo, when transformed, dons a navy blue overcoat with golden trim, creating an impression that she seems immobile. However, that is far from the case; despite the seeming bulkiness of her garb, with its silver, majestic epaulettes, it is particularly easy for her to move in this form, and underneath the coat is sleeveless, grey and silver vest with a simple golden orb at its centre, alongside navy blue trousers. A single, darkly-glowing orb hairpin also manifests on the left side of her head.
Personality: In her day to day life, Hyoukyo is the very image of the model student: a polite and reserved young woman who carries herself with nothing less than the appropriate decorum. She greets everyone with a warm smile, and is never deficit in kind words to give to her compatriots, whether they be simple shopkeepers, the teachers at her school, or her classmates. Her marks, particularly amongst the sciences, are consistently high, the reward borne from her diligent studying and sharp mental faculties. In fact, the class representative-like student will, if queried, courteously explain to you that her ambitions lie in the field of physics, and that much of her hard work serves her quest to enter an university course related to such.
Knowledge is something Hyoukyo cherishes highly, and her highly analytical mind cannot help but absorb and categorise everything she sees and learns. She views it as incredibly important to know as much as possible, although she prefers to keep much of what she learns close to the heart unless the situation prompts it (and if it would suit her own plans and purposes). Indeed, when not surrounded by textbooks, her powerful curiosity drives her to investigate many other things, learning and growing from all the knowledge she consumes.
Despite her zeal in that regard, she is a remarkably patient figure, proper and unflappable to a fault. Of course, this does not prevent her from being subtly condescending to those she dislikes, particularly if they have displayed too obvious a weakness, and her views can be tinged somewhat by a sense of exasperation that the stranger things in life. Her sense of humour is also rather dry, and her polite manner of speech only serves to convey this. She can also be particularly talkative on subjects she enjoys; it isn't too strange to hear diatribes on them from time to time.
While she tries to hide it, of course, Hyoukyo also has a strong sense of right and wrong. While she may not be the most personable of people beyond giving polite advice to those she feels needs it, she will fight to address anything that conflicts with her moral code. It may not be overly present, but her heart does burn with heroism, and thus she will act to channel those energies against her foes.
Skills: What stands out the most about Hyoukyo is her intelligence: the analytical young woman is blessed with a sharp mind, allowing her to excel in both school and in areas that require the use of her brain. She thinks particularly rapidly, and is also very good at solving problems. She is also very skilled in regards to tennis, and regularly works out to keep fit for her sporting participation. She's reasonably fluent in English as well (and due to her parentage, knows a few phrases of German).
Abilities: Hyoukyo's main ability allows her to bend and twist space around her, using it in ways such as bringing her closer to her foes in the blink of an eye or diverting attacks off course from her. However, her changes to the fabric of 'space' do not tend to be permanent, and any modification she makes will eventually 'spring' back into its original shape when she stops actively making use of her power. It is possible for her to affect a permanent change if an immense amount of her energy is exerted, but she tries to abstain from doing so as to prevent herself from becoming extremely exhausted.
It is from this power that she derives her 'signature attack', the "Stellar Degeneration Blast", which is essentially a ball of condensed 'darkness' fired from her body towards an enemy, twisting and distorting space in its wake as well as generating a strong gravitational well around it. Those nearby will notice that it grows warmer and warmer the further away it gets from Hyoukyo. Its range is limited, but it is a high-power attack, serving as her 'finisher'. Contact with the ball generally tends to twist the enemy apart. Indeed, the amount of energy it requires from her dictates such, for otherwise her reserves will be left completely empty.
She is working on getting some more mundane special moves to work, however.
Her physical strength is noticeably greater than the average human's as well, allowing her to carry her large weapon.
Weapon(s):
Brief History: The only daughter to a pair of physicists, Hyoukyo is partly of German descent, with her Japanese father having first met her mother at a conference in Munich. Following their courtship, they gave birth to her in Hokkaido, and she would be raised in the island nation for the rest of her life, taking in far more of her father's culture than that of her mother's. This would only be helped along by the growing rift in her parents' relationship, which ended in a divorce that gave custody of her to her father. Thus, the girl was cut off from her German heritage at a young age, and was from then on taken care of singlehandedly by the elder Katsura.
It would be not long after her thirteenth birthday that her father fell in love once more with a woman from Umitori, marrying and immediately moving the household to the coastal city to join her new stepmother. While the change in scenery, and the presence of a new parental figure, was admittedly hard to get used to for Hyoukyo, she was soon able to acclimate to her new home, and threw herself headlong into her studies once more. Tensions did rise between her and her stepmother from time to time, but they would grow to understand one another, and Hyoukyo would view her as just an important figure in her life as her birth mother.
Nowadays, Hyoukyo is a proud student of East Umitori High School, where she also serves as a class representative for Class 3-G.
Fairy Name: カナリア (Kanaria)
Fairy Appearance: Kanaria is a palm-sized little girl with googly glasses and azure hair tied into pigtails. She wears a red baseball cap on top of her head, which tends to be one of the few constants of her appearance (due to her frequent change of doll clothes). Her wings, which allow her to fly, possess blue feathers and are rather birdlike.
Fairy Personality: Kanaria is a foul-mouthed girl, contrasting greatly with the demeanour of her contractee. She's overly talkative, incredibly exuberant, and generally full of the vices you wouldn't expect such a tiny creature to have. She adores money, and is willing to do anything to get as much dosh as possible. Her sense of humour is rather immature, and she adores the strangest of puns. However, despite her myriad flaws, her heart is in the right place, and she cares greatly for Hyoukyo.
Theme Song: Heian Alien -hz style- |
55,348 | 1,512 | 61 | 436 | 313 | "Oh, Aihara-san. I'm currently planning on returning home. Is there something you need of me?"
Katsura had answered Yuu with utmost politeness. Yuu's nervousness had been slightly diverted, and she felt at ease now. Unfortunately, she wasn't that much of an empath, and she did not sense Kat's sense of urgency. As a result, she had decided to break the ice with some extended dialogue.
"Uh, oh, yeah, hi Kat! I was just walking home, and I apparently had trouble finding my way back! The weather sure is beautiful. In fact, I just went fishing yesterday! Although I wasn't-"
Just then, Yuu's cellphone began to buzz. She grabbed it anxiously and typed in her password with unrelenting speed. The notification had come from the app she had used to track Negari. The number of the vile monsters had increased significantly. Yuu shuddered upon seeing this, and the plastic bag holding the food she had bought fell from her grasp. It would be easy for her to transform right into a magical girl and fly to the scene, but she was in front of one of her classmates at the moment. In fact, she was not just a classmate of hers, but she was the class representative. Despite fearing her, she also held her in high regard. She wouldn't want to shock her with a secret of hers, not just yet.
Hey! That hurt!
Just stay hidden there! Nobody should see you!
Yuu scrambled to pick up the plastic bag. She began to pant moderately. Had Alex not taken the initiative to hide herself, her cover would have been blown. Yuu stared at the plastic bag in shock for a brief moment, then looked up at Katsura.
"Well, I have somewhere to go. Have a safe trip!"
After forcing a smile, she walked into an alleyway that would hide her from Katsura's eager view.
Then she ran.
She had to think | "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ"
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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Regular Appearance: Yuu is defined by her purple-colored eyes, brown hair, and slim build. She usually wears her sweater, despite the season or temperature. The picture says most of it.
Macigal waifu Girl Appearance:
Yuu looks just as depicted in the picture. However, her costume is not made of fur, for it is made of a leather-like substance which is noticeably lighter. The lower part of the skirt wherein the buttons are stationed open up, in order for them not to catch wind, thus making Yuu's airborne movement unhindered. She also does not wear boots for obvious reasons.
Personality
Yuu is not stationed at a certain street or place, and she can be seen fighting Negari in various places, making her a vigilante. She doesn't don her costume much, and she disappears from sight after her job is done. She also has a mostly quiet demeanor. This gives her a mysterious air, making her unnecessarily intimidating at times.
However, under the costume, she is a typical fragile flower. She is the kind of submissive person who would get bumped on the street and then say sorry to the person who bumped her. Due to that, she stays out of costume almost always. She does not have a fan club, and nobody has probably heard of her.
That doesn't make her half as competent, though. She'll hack you into pieces if the situation calls for it.
Skills:
Yuu's strongest non-magical asset is her intelligence. She possesses sharp naturalistic intelligence, which probably sprouted from her habit of naming everything she comes across as part of a bored gig. She can also find her way out of a sharp situation if you keep her away from all the pressure. She has a keen memory, and she can easily recall events from the past. Her grades are considerably high, taking into account that she isn't interested in anything extra-curricular.
She is also very talented in playing the piano. She also likes to bake.
Abilities:
Yuu is essentially an airbender, and she relies on mobility more than often.
Gust: Yuu's primary movement ability. She can dematerialize into a gust of wind, and fly in the air. She can only keep this up for a limited amount of time, and she will have to transform back into her original body after a while.
Air Disc: Yuu can create up to ten air discs during combat, and she can control their movement. In only five discs are present, Yuu can control them with little focus, and still move while doing so. If more than five discs are present, she will need to cease her movement in order to maintain firm control over the discs.
As an airbender, Yuu can control her movement in air. Basically, she can fly.
She can manipulate the flow of air offensively. She may cut a person into half with a sharpened gust of wind. She can also create small tornadoes.
Weapon: The Flying Cloud
Yuu's main weapon is a light chakram. She can divide it into half, for the purpose of melee combat.
Biography:
Since childhood, Yuu was raised in solitude. She did not feel comfortable around other people, and she was distinguished by her helplessly antisocial attitude and her constantly recurring stage fright. Due to that, she would dedicate her time to her studies.
Until she met Alex, that was. So you would probably ask, "How, by any chance, would an antisocial dweeb somehow meet a magical creature who would kindly offer her help and thrust her into a world of magic and secrets?"
Ha! You are laughably gullible! Have you ever read any decent manga before? Ha! Ha ha ha-never mind.
Anyways, Yuu once decided to take a walk in the local park. She was studying the variety of flowers that were planted on the sidewalk when she heard a rustling sound coming from a nearby bush. There was definitely something in that nasty plant, and it would most likely be a squirrel or some other forest-dwelling furry.
But that would be boring!
The creature turned out to be a miniature fairy. With wings. And a peculiar outfit. Upon the fairy's release, the fairy thanked her for saving her. She had identified her as a pure-hearted individual with the best intentions. She informed her that the world was filled with monsters that were created out of the negative emotions of man: fear, anguish, hatred, and loathing. Such monsters needed to be destroyed by a worthy savior.
And that savior would be you Yuu. After getting used to her powers, she would hunt and purge the Negari whenever she had the time or when the situation called for it. She did not choose any location or time. She would become the bane of all dark creatures that dared to set foot on her beloved homeland.
She currently studies at East Umitori High School, Class 3-G. As for now, nobody knows her identity. She has rarely been caught fighting Negari, and she has been labelled as the "White Raven".
Fairy
Note: The fairy has white wings. They aren't shown in the picture.
Fairy Name: Alex
Fairy Personality: Alex tends to be very clumsy and frantic, and she sometimes ends up getting Yuu in trouble. Despite that, she tends to be very supportive of Yuu in her work. She tends to be talkative and awkward at times.
Theme Song:
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Battle Theme:
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55,349 | 1,512 | 62 | 2,628 | 9,835 | So much had happened at once. The magical girl from before, the Ripper, had obliterated the Negari around her in seconds... but there were so many... She felt her hand gripping the little girl's hand tightly as her eyes feel open the largest of them, the second form of the crab-like creature that had appeared first. It had an orbular body, covered in orange eyes that appeared to constantly look one way or the other, and it was supported on a set of seven spindly legs. The front of its body seemed to have a large cross-shaped slit in it. And there were so many other magical girls... but so many more Negari. They'd just gotten done with a fight, and... and one of the girls was bleeding. They were largely new magical girls from what Akane could recall, and they were all worn out... and she was useless. How could she help? She could try and get the little girl to safety, but what if more magical girls got hurt trying to keep them safe? What if she couldn't keep the little girl safe? What if... what if...
The slit on the front of the large Negari opened, revealing a huge orange eye... and a dark purple light building at the center of it with a low howling sound that steadily began to rise in volume.
"... R-run away, fast, I'll... I'll..."
She didn't know what she was going to do, but she had to get that little girl out of here, right?
"O-o-onee-san...?" the girl asked, looking up at her. What could she do? What could she-
"Hi there! Do you want me to ignite your heart so you can become a magical girl?! We're a little short on time with all those Negari, so please answer quickly!"
Akane stared. Was... was that fairy... was that fairy talking to her!?
"E-eeehhh?!" | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
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ᴀʀɪᴇʟ's ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #AC1947
After that, everything was a blur. Kyōka stumbled backward as more Negari came on, only to be stopped by... Who? A girl she didn't recognize had appeared out of nowhere and pulverized her assailants, but just when she thought she was safe, her rescuer grabbed her by the collar and began screaming in her face. Her mind was spinning too fast to fully comprehend what was being said, but before she knew it, Pink-senpai was there too, along with another new arrival. There were so many Magical Girls all of a sudden... what was going on? She vaguely remembered that the white-haired girl had done something just before she was knocked to the ground... Had she been calling for help? Then... in that case... were they safe?
"Your assistance is much appreciated, Miss Pink!" Her fairy's voice rang in her ears as Ariel fluttered down in front of her. "Don't worry about us. I'm healing Aegis' wound as we speak. It's bloody, but it's not very deep. Aegis, don't worry, alright? We'll leave this one to the professionals. Just take the bystanders and get as far away from here as you can!"
Suddenly, the pain she'd felt began to fade, and feeling returned to her arm. She looked down to see the bloody gash left in her shoulder closing up. Everything was alright. She wasn't going to die. She just... just had to get away from here...
"A-ah... right! She nodded, hastily scrambling backward - although as she did so, she shot a glance back at those who were still fighting. They... they could handle this, right? If only... If only she'd had a little more energy left, then she might have been able to do something... But the memory of her earlier pain was quick to snap her out of these delusions of heroism. No, right now, she definitely would only just be in the way. Ariel was right... She needed to get everyone out of here while all the new arrivals had the Negari occupied.
Um, excuse me! Please come with me! I'll take you to where it's safer!" | Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #89428B
Brief History
The daughter of a concert pianist and a conductor, she ended up mostly raised by her aunt and uncle, since her parents couldn't bring an infant with them on tour due to their busy schedules. She first lived with her parents during the time an ordinary person would be in elementary school, when they took her with them on another tour around the world, forcing her to learn from private tutors and online courses. By the time she got back to Japan for the last two years of her schooling, she felt like a complete fish out of water. Without any real social experience prior to this, she ended up sitting on the sidelines of her peer group for the next two years, as her classmates misinterpreted her quiet demeanor for arrogance, as if she was trying to announce that she was somehow better than them just because her parents were rich. After being bullied due to this misconception, she talked her parents into filling out the paperwork to transfer her to a school in Umitori to get away from everyone who knew who she was. They agreed, since they had an apartment there which they weren't using, being on tour once again. So, living ostensibly under her parents' guardianship - but actually all alone save for the weekly visits of her aunt and uncle - she began her Junior High schooling with the stated goal of going completely unnoticed by everyone. She was polite to her classmates, but never interacted with anyone if she didn't have to, so that they wouldn't find out about her family and bully her again. Just to be extra safe, she stayed home as much as possible, shutting herself in to escape the outside world. Emotionally, she took up escapism through reading shoujo manga, delighting in the sappy boy-meets-lonely-girl stories she found there and wishing that she could be like that, too. She also took up socializing-by-proxy, starting up a blog where she shared pictures of the city and talked about her daily life. Sure enough, nobody was interested, which put her in a funk for a while, until one day, somebody started commenting, praising her favorite places as "beautiful" and offering her support when she was feeling sad. She doesn't know who this person is, but thinks of him or her as her first friend, since they were the first person to be nice to her. Whenever she's in trouble, she consults her one online follower, asking what she should do in a given situation.
It was in this situation that she found herself when, one night, on the way home from school - she'd been left alone on cleaning duty and was thus late returning - she found herself stopped by a small floating girl who offered her a way out.
"You want to help people, right? You want to make everyone happy, to make them proud of you, right? In that case, why not join up with me?" The girl said, smiling kindly as she offered Kyōka her hand. "Nobody has to know who you are. Nobody has to know about your life. But if you save them, they'll love you all the same. Isn't that better than being lonely like this?" Kyōka thought it over, and then nodded silently at last.
"Great!" The Fairy said, fluttering up to pat her gently on the head. "My name's Ariel. If you're okay with it, then I'll make you a Magical Girl!"
Miscellaneous
The magical circles formed by Kyōka's push and pull abilities look something like this.
A literal translation of the kanji in her surname would be "Shield Mountain," while the name Kyōka is written using the Kanji for "Mirror" and "Flower Blossom."
Miscellaneous OOC
If anyone wants their character to secetly be Kyōka's online friend, be my guest. Otherwise, I'll write them as an NPC.
Theme Song
Zetsuen no Tempest - Encounter |
55,351 | 1,512 | 64 | 1,924 | 4,934 | The Ripper
With the girl now in--relatively--safe hands once she realised what was going on and joined the fight, Noriko was freed up to stop focusing on defensive action and fully display why she had been given such an alarming epithet. Lacking a predefined goal, the knife-wielding girl simply moved with the flow of Negari, slicing at the oh-so obvious weak points and leaving a trail of sliced up foes.
This was her strength, the bonus for lacking any of the fancy abilities that so many others demonstrated. The only fatigue or limit on her fighting capabilities were physical exhaustion and that was a long, long time when put next to anyone who could burn through all their reserves in a single bout of fighting. Perhaps fittingly, she ended up close enough to Kyouka to get an idea of what one of the newly arrived magical girls was doing.
She hated people like that, who wouldn't work with others properly.
"Flower, stop being a bully and focus on the main enemy!" | Name: Yukimura Noriko
Magical Girl Title: The Ripper. Being far from the most cheerful of magical girl names, you have to wonder why Noriko has something so blatantly angst-ridden. The answer? Having no naming sense whatsoever and cheerfully picking up the first thing the fan community called her because of all the knives. It's a vast improvement over "The Girl That Stabs Things With Sharp Knives", even if she has little idea what it could possibly by referencing.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: 'Magical girl fangirl' would not be the first choice for a traditional girl's hobby and yet, in Noriko's case, it very much is--or as much as you can be without going on the internet and taking part there. She receives every magazine that she can get a subscription to and follows them religiously, even though she occasionally makes appearances herself nowadays. It would be accurate to say that she has a deep appreciation for magical girls and their work but such a description is only accurate for her childhood. She really likes magical girls.
That being a magical girl allows her to get close to her idols and try to befriend them is an amazing opportunity that Noriko can't pass up. That being a magical girl means her identity is an unknown is even better. It means being able to act without having to keep to her upbringing every second of the day--and it exposes her vast enthusiasm for both her tasks and the girls around her. Yet she's still awkward about trying to get to know people and worries about her identity being exposed--which would mean a return to acting properly.
Outside of being a magical girl, Noriko tends to be polite but rather distant. Not only does she have little idea how to go about making friends with someone of her own age, her upbringing has left her with few common interests with the majority of people that she meets. She's actually rather shy when not hidden by being a magical girl.
Skills: Noriko's skills are conspicuously lacking in a large variety of everyday matters even despite her age. Her cooking skills don't even reach the point of being able to make tea normally and those rare attempts she makes at something as simple as rice tends to lead to abject failure, not least because of her incompetence with technological innovations of any kind. Her skill there looks like it should belong to a rural centenarian, with anything more complicated than 'make phone call' or 'turn on television' going badly.
Conversely, her traditional skills are far better than the norm. For all her inability to not burn tea on a day to day basis, the white-haired girl can perform tea ceremonies flawlessly. If it has some element of ceremony or art about it, even her handwriting, Noriko tends to be as accomplished as she is technologically hopeless.
Helpfully for a career as a magical girl, and a likely influence on why her abilities are so simple, is that her list of traditional skills include such things as being able to defend herself proactively. Such as by attacking someone with a sword. Or by punching them until they can't hurt her in return. Rather than any one style, Noriko is actually schooled in several different methods of fighting unarmed and a scale of how to use swords from 'I have a knife' up to 'am I supposed to be cutting through horses?' and 'I only have a stick'. Though mostly directly irrelevant to operating as a Magical Girl, it gave her a leg up on most new magical girls by actually having trained reflexes and an awareness for combat before being thrown in at the deep end.
Abilities: Anyone discovering Noriko for the first time is bound to expect some sort of herculean magical girl, provided they don't recognise the reference. These people are often surprised to learn that she's perhaps in the running for the most physically meagre magical girl, as she doesn't receive any sort of enhancement to her strength. What gets boosted abnormally is her speed, allowing her to get in, make a single wound, and get out again. There's a limited effectiveness in inflicting a death of a thousand cuts, which is why Noriko is rather thankful that the speed is just a vector for the application of her real ability.
She has the ability to pinpoint physical weak points. In doing so, it gives her the ability to severely cripple or even outright enemies if she can land her blow correctly. It was this surgical precision that lead her first followers to compare her use of knives to a famous murderer, despite her friendly attitude.
Though only she can actually see the exact point and exploit it to maximum effect, it's still a physical weakness. Anyone that knows roughly wear to hit can take advantage of their attacks not being so easily dismissed, which makes Noriko a valuable ally even in battles against something too large for her knives to have a major impact.
It is, perhaps, for the best that Noriko doesn't have a true finishing move because of her total inability to come up with a good name for even her ability to see weak points. When it has to be given a name in fact sheets, she picked "Knowing Where Things Break More When Stabbed".
Weapon(s): Knives. Noriko didn't actually name them given that she has no limit on the number that can be pulled out and you could buy their kind anywhere in Japan. They're remarkably well balanced, suitable for stabbing, cutting, or even throwing as the situation arises. On the downside... well, knives. They have no special abilities like other magical weapons might possess nor much reach. Combined with her lack of any method for hitting harder, tough opponents can ignore almost all attacks Noriko might conceivably make until she discerns their weakness and manages to strike it.
Brief History: Being born the only child of an old and wealthy family is no insurance against poor health, as Noriko found out. From infancy, the girl spent more time actively sick than capable of causing problems in the normal vein of young children. On its own, no amount of advanced medicine seemed to improve her condition and her parents took the opposite approach: aside from the medicine itself, limit her contact with modern life and cities. She was consequently sent to be raised by her grandparents in the country, a household as untouched by technological advance as possible in this day and age.
Though her health was generally improved out here, enough that Noriko could start to learn the martial arts that had been passed down through the years, it was still marked by enough illness that her attendance at school was spotty and her time spent with her peers quite limited--they didn't even have similar interests, after all. But she enjoyed the surroundings and over time her health improved to the point that, after Junior High, her parents decided to send her to a selective high school in Umitori.
In her first year back in a city, Noriko's health began to decline once again and her lack of socialisation made it difficult for her to form friendships, especially as she started taking time off for illness. At the beginning of her second year, she was home ill once again--missing the beginning of year and even what class she was to be in--when she received an unexpected visitor: a fairy. The disgruntled girl offered her a simple trade: Noriko would become a magical girl and in the process her health problems would be corrected, or at least suspended indefinitely. Simply not being ill was an alluring choice, but to be able to make friends with the magical girls in her magazines without her previous illness casting a cloud over things and get another chance to make a first impression...
Noriko took the fairy up in it in a heartbeat, though even now she has yet to make any close friends this way but that's not going to stop the rich girl from trying her best as more and more magical girls are created.
Fairy Name: Hawthorne
Fairy Appearance: Such a fancily dressed fairy.
Fairy Personality: Hawthorne is quite... unfriendly for a fairy, and concerned only with her partner being the best magical girl possible, regardless of what this requires her to do. For instance, she specifically sought out someone in Noriko's situation, that would have no reason to turn her down and as many reasons to fulfil her assigned task as possible. In this, she's a very good support so long as Noriko has some desire to keep performing as a magical girl. If she were to give up on making friends this way, then she would have to get... creative. Even arranging a false friendship would be an acceptable step to Hawthorne. |
55,352 | 1,512 | 65 | 2,465 | 3,258 | | Golden Flower |
"Don't tell me what to do Ripper," she growled, even as she ignored the other girls. Off to the side, she could see the crying girl up and healed, trying to get civilians out of the crossfire.
Che. If that girl had the time to cry, then she could have spent that time doing something else! All these girls coming to Aegis defense pissed her off. She was a magical girl like they were, wasn't she? If she's off the side fucking crying then she's useless! Was everyone going to give her a free pass just because-?
Whatever, she didn't have to explain herself to them.
With a yell, Golden Flower rejoined the fight, fists swinging in a flurry as she sent Negari after Negari into the ground. Hers was the complete antithesis of The Ripper's fighting style; there was no graceful weaving through the Negari, no carefully precise strikes in the perfect places. Instead, she left herself as open as possible, an impossibly tempting target that drew foes towards her - at their peril. Once they came close enough for her fists to reach, the Negari became prey, and she smashed through their defenses like paper. Like a juggernaut she tore through the ones that came close to her, while paying for it with minuscule scratches and bruises that began to cover her body.
These were small fry, however, and she couldn't be stuck dealing with them forever, not when there was an even better prize in front of her.
The large Negari was being restrained well and nice by that magical girl with ribbons. Her she liked, even if she did come to the defense of that wimp. Her ribbons were getting work all over the place, not to mention that Spider had all eyes on her because of that - apparently being stuck in a web was no fun when you aren't the one who made it. From the way her voice wavered it was pretty obvious she was terrified but she stood her ground anyway.
"Right, that's how it's done!" she complemented her, even as she ran past her towards the large Negari, jumping and slamming down on one of it's legs with both feet with a massive drop kick.
"Let me have some fun with this one yeah? You go on deal with the other rabble," she told the ribbon girl, jotting a thumb to the civilians.
From a tactical view point, Golden Flower made sense. With her and other magical girls around, Shiina's talents were put to better use with helping evacuation efforts. Personally, however, she kind of just wanted to solo the damn huge thing. | Name:
Kaneko Yuri
Magical Girl Title:
Golden Flower
Age:
16
Gender:
"Is this even a question?"
point crediting the artist lol
Regular Appearance:
Tall for her age, standing at 5'10'' with shoulder length brown hair that she often ties into a ponytail. She has almond shaped eyes with somewhat thick eyebrows, and a constant smirk/grin on her face, depending on present company. Somewhat muscular and stocky, though with noticeably ample bust and blessed figure. She has two noticeable scars - one across the side of her neck, and one stretching from her collarbone down to her chest, though the latter isn't visible with clothes on.
Usually wears a tank-top and jacket with short-shorts, though sometimes she switches to jeans and sweaters on particularly chilly days. Has a habit of not wearing a bra, due to finding the damn things too annoying to deal with, unless really necessary.
Magical Girl Appearance:
Her magical girl outfit is a simple, short red kimono with a large golden lily on the back, and golden flame trims on the sleeve and back. The kimono is open at the front and tied around the waist, and the sleeve of the right arm looks as though it was torn off. Her chest is wrapped in golden sarashi. She has gold-colored thigh-highs, and is wearing red single-stilted geta. Her hair glows a radiant gold while in battle.
Personality:
For Yuri, strength is everything. Of course, her definition of strength is somewhat nebulous, so when asked what is strength for her one is likely to receive a different answer every time, but nevertheless, her pursuit of strength is what defines her. She respects an abundance of it, and disdains a lack of it - and does so openly and without hesitation. Some would say she's an honest girl, while others would call her arrogant; it doesn't matter to Yuri, as the truth has always been far simpler:
She lives the way she wants to, with little regard for others opinions or beliefs.
Her motivations aside, she's someone who enjoys a challenge, and her favorite method of enjoying herself is none other than battle. Whether it be against Negari or other magical girls, the thrill she gets from pitched, high-stakes combat is perhaps unmatched among all other magical girls. In fact, among her peers, she's infamous for her reputation as an unrepentant combat junkie. Of course, this attitude extends to actions outside of combat, and in every aspect of her life, Yuri will undoubtedly give it her all if it means overcoming what she deems a challenge. In that sense, for Yuri, it's all or nothing. If something fails to garner her interest, then it may as well not exist for her; if does, however, then she's prepared to go above and beyond the norm.
Somewhat predictably, she's often at odds with other magical girls, as unlike the majority of them, her sense of right and wrong is somewhat skewed - though not nonexistent. Blatant acts of injustice and evil will hardly get a pass from her, but beyond irredeemable crimes, she will tend to ignore them in favor of her own pursuits.
In terms of relationships, Yuri is hardly what one would call a good friend, but neither is she someone that one would regret having at their side. It is simply that meeting the requirements for her to consider someone her friend sets the bar high enough, sustaining those requirements would be considerably more difficult to those unprepared. To those that she does consider friends though, she is ready to assist no matter what the trouble is, even if her assistance might not always be the most comfortable thing to have.
All-in-all, the Golden Flower is the flower that blooms freely, unhindered by weather or war.
Skills:
Even before her time as a magical girl, Yuri was a beast in a melee. She's not formally trained in martial arts, but her instincts combined with a lifetime of picking fights have led her to develop her own informal fighting style.
She's also a surprisingly good cook - out of necessity more than anything. Following a self-imposed diet is easier when you're the one doing the cooking, and if one has to cook, they may as well make it taste good.
She's also smarter than many give her credit for. More street smart than book smart, but she's no slouch in either department.
Abilities:
- As Golden Flower she's acquired physical abilities that are a notch above that of the normal enhancements of magical girls, having strength, durability and speed such that it could be classified as a power in and of itself.
- Asides from her physical capabilities, she can wreathe a golden flame across her body that fans of hers have given the moniker "Golden Empress Aura". In simple terms, it completely nullifies any attempts to bind or move her. She cannot be pushed, pulled, tied or constricted, etc; however, it does not work as a physical barrier for damage of any kind, so in some cases it may actually work to her detriment - attacks that her body might have instinctively dodged, or otherwise mitigated slightly, will instead take the full brunt of it. So while she may not be pushed by an incoming flying car, she sure as heck is going to feel it.
Weapon(s):
Her only weapon, which is a single cabinet-sized, pile-bunker-esque gauntlet that can be used to briefly enhance a single punch to reach levels above her already abnormal strength before being discarded for twenty-four hours, or otherwise as just a really big metal fist to hit things with. More often than not just used as a trump card and rarely taken out for regular use. She's given it the name "Mountain Breaker".
Using it as a trump card tires her immensely, leaving her extremely vunerable for a period of time.
Brief History:
The daughter of a construction worker and a school teacher, it is unknown just where exactly her frankly tyrannical mentality came from. If one asked her, and if she felt like answering, then she would say that she could trace it back to the day she was kidnapped.
It was an incident her parents never knew about, a crime that was resolved before it could even become a crime. The details of what happened are known only to her, and she's never openly discussed what transpired, but whatever happened changed her way of viewing life.
Since then, she'd developed a habit of starting fights. When she lost for the first time, she quickly developed a secondary habit of winning fights. Eventually, her infamy spread, to the point where even most delinquents avoided her out of fear; those that didn't, quickly fell in line with the rest.
She met Frudie when the latter was being chased by a Negari. The poor fairy contracted the first person she met who had the potential. It could have been anyone, really. This time, it just so happened to be Yuri, who was on her way from a back-alley brawl.
According to the terrified Fairy, Yuri entered such a battle frenzy that for a moment it was hard to distinguish between the Negari and her.
It's been three months since then, and she's slowly been fitting into her role as a magical girl, as well as learning about the responsibilities that come with it, much to her chagrin.
Theme song:
Fairy Name:
Frudie (Froo-dee-eh)
Fairy Appearance:
A constantly depressed looking fairy, with long blue hair, lavender-colored eyes, who is usually dressed in a long white and elegant gown and elbow length white gloves, and a short blue cape.
Fairy Personality:
Before meeting Yuri, she was bumbling and somewhat overenthusiastic fairy, especially in terms of finding a partner to contract; she had a rather low self-esteem as well, not being one of the more 'talented' fairies, nor did she consider herself exceptionally attractive. After contracting with Yuri, however, due her constantly having to deal with her contractors . . . 'independent' attitude has sapped her of energy and instilled within her a habit of lamenting her ill-fortune. Still, she is loyal to Yuri and despite what she says outwardly, is in fact more than satisfied with and very proud of her partner.
Theme song: |
55,353 | 1,512 | 66 | 2,628 | 9,835 | Okay, the civilian's been taken care of. Still need my mana to recharge... The last word in that thought gave Midori an idea. A deranged, desperate idea, but an idea nonetheless. She thwacked down another minor Negari, looking for what she needed. There we go! In the chaos of the earlier fight, a power line had been knocked down, and it was still sparking like mad. Midori made a dash for it and held it up to her chest, wincing in anticipation of the agony she was about to endure.
The electricity surged through her body, which converted it to raw power. She held the line as long as she could, filling herself with more magic than she ever had before. Finally discarding it, she bellowed, "Electric Explosion!" A massive blast of electricity arced out from her body, incinerating half a dozen small Negari in a single blow.
"Nice thinking, Midori," Megumi called out, evidently impressed with her charge's creativity. | Name: Fujimori Akane
Magical Girl Title: Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: "I want to be a hero..." With bonus school uniform design.
Magical Girl Appearance: "This Blade burns with Justice! In either form, her hair is red, she has light skin, and green eyes. Her armor and clothing as a magical is predominately red, but with gold decoration. Her horns are also gold, as well as her tail. A rarity among magical girls, Akane's horns and tail are actually a part of her body for the duration of her transformation.
Personality: Fujimori Akane, from a very young age, held a dream close to her heart. Her dream was to be a hero, to be someone who protects others and keeps them safe from harm. As a result, she always looked up to magical girls, and still does to this day. Akane deeply believes in justice and believes it is absolutely the duty of a magical girl to uphold it, to be a shining champion of hopes and dreams. She still holds her dream close to her heart to this day. However, in public, she can be a little shy at times and actually lacks confidence in herself, in spite of her private desire to be a hero. There's a reason it's a largely private desire. She's also fairly easily embarrassed, and it's not hard to make her exasperated at times. Indeed, in spite of her shyness, it could easily be said that the redheaded girl has something of a temper at times, though it's relatively mild and usually only comes out when she's truly annoyed about something. Still, Akane firmly believes that to be a magical girl is to be a champion of justice, hopes, and dreams. To protect the innocent, to fight against evil, Akane dreams of doing these things. But as of now, she's still prone to being a little shy when it comes to people she doesn't know especially. Still, if someone were in trouble, she'd try to step in and help them out. After all, that's what a hero does, isn't it? And indeed, it's Akane's greatest, if private, dream to be a hero. Aside from hero-related desires, Akane likes sweets a great deal and has a fairly large appetite. However, to her dismay, her attempts at baking tend to turn out less then good.
Skills: Akane is a decent sprinter and can name foreign sweets off the top of her head.
Abilities: As Magical Girl Dragonblade Akane, Akane gains a huge boost in speed and strength, moreso then some other girls. She also sprouts a dragon tail and dragon horns, the former of which can produce a stream of flames from the tip. Indeed, most of her abilities in this state revolve around projecting and controlling fire, as well as coating her sword in flames. The armor that forms on her body is decently defensive, especially the plating on her right arm, which can be used to block basic attacks and blows. In addition, while it's not her main mode of attack, her strength combined with her gauntlet can make for some potent punches.Dragon Flame!: Akane thrusts Dragon Edge forward and releases a burst of flames towards her target.
Dragon Heat!: Akane coats her sword in fire.
Dragon Cut!!: Flames concentrate on the edge of Dragon Edge's blade, heating it and increasing its cutting ability further. In addition, it can be released into a thin arc of fire.
Dragon Spiral!!: Akane releases fire from both her sword and the tip of her tail before spinning rapidly through the air, releasing a whirling spiral of fire and a sharp edge.
Super Dragon Blade!!!: Plating coats Dragon Edge and locks in place, increasing Dragon Edge's size enormously and coating it in white-hot dragonfire. She swings Dragon Edge in an arc, cutting through most foes entirely. One of Akane's finishers.
Grand Dragon Blaze!!!: A raging inferno swirls around Dragon Edge. Akane raises it above her head and swings it downwards, unleashing an enormous blast of white-hot dragonfire that incinerates her foes. One of Akane's finishers.
Weapon(s): Dragon Edge, a thick, heavy, sharp sword wielded in Akane's right hand. Akane has the ability to alter its size, and it is capable of being used to project flames for many of her named and unnamed attacks.
Brief History: Akane was born to a fairly average Japanese family. However, when she was very young, a powerful Negari attacked her home, broke into it, and nearly killed both her and her mother. Akane vividly remembers the blazing light and the flashing speed of the magical girl who suddenly appeared on the scene and annihilated the Negari in one powerful attack. Ever since then, Akane has deeply desired, deep in her heart, to be a magical girl. As she's grown, this desire has remained unshakeable, but her confidence and ability to vocalize this desire has waned. Still, to think of what she would do if she actually got the chance...Fairy Name: Melody
Fairy Appearance: "It's time to ignite your heart!"
Fairy Personality: Exuberant and energetic, Melody is utterly dedicated to the job of being a magical girl's fairy. She is determined to be the best fairy possible, and extremely excited to be Akane's partner. She wears the badge of a magical girl's fairy with pride, proudly displaying it on her chest, and she's sure to carry the rulebook wherever she goes. However, she's a bit easily upset the moment things don't go her way, prone to tearing up at times. She is also a staunch ally of Akane, eager to help her in many ways. Perhaps a few too many ways, as Melody might even try to help Akane in her daily life outside of being a magical girl even if it seems like there's no way she should be able to.
Theme Song: Eternal Blaze, by Mizuki Nana |
55,354 | 1,513 | 0 | 1,175 | 849 | Crown Prince Niall Collins
Location: Palace Ballroom/ Courtyard
"Mother, really we needn't be so decadent with the decorations. We have nothing to prove during the ball tomorrow, absolutely nothing. You mustn't fret so much over things like this, it will grey your hair." Niall was imposing as he stood next to his rather petite mother, he had inherited her dark hair though his was not quite so dark as hers. His face held a sly grin as he spoke the last several words and she turned to scowl at him. "Niall, sometimes you are much too big for your already rather large breeches." Though she scolded him she held a slight hint of a grin on her face, it was only the twitch of the corner of her mouth that belied that she's wasn't particularly serious. What she was serious about was the massive amount of decorations that covered the ballroom. It was a ball for no particular reason than to celebrate their wealth and the wealth of the people on Indra. His mother did love balls a bit too much sometimes for Niall's tastes.
Standing six foot seven made the Crown Prince stick out like a sore thumb, one of the reasons he chose to ride an Orica rather than an Epsuli as many of the courtiers and people directly under the crown did. He father always chided that he wasn't quite sure what they had fed him to make him so tall and broad but they needed to figure it out and give it to their young training soldiers. Though Indra had not been at war for many years now they kept a very elite master military force at all times, as men got past their fighting prime they retired to become teachers for the new recruits. They had master archers, swordsman, and cavalry and they fought to ride the horses Niall trained himself. Niall's Epsuli horses were revered for their bravery and instincts in battle. The cavalry trained on horses that knew the battlefield already. The horses learned rather quickly that it hurt to get hit with a sword and quickly learned to dodge blows if at all possible. Niall trained them with swords with a wooden edge so that they wouldn't get cut but it would still sting something fierce. It was just up to their riders to stay on top of them and not screw up their maneuvers.
Niall shook his head at his mother, "I will leave you to your work my dearest mother. I am going to see the horses and spend a bit of time outdoors." Though he wasn't really required to bow because of his position he did so anyway, sweeping one of his long legs out behind him in a graceful movement towards his mother. "Be safe my son," Was all the Queen of Indra replied. Niall took his leave, returning to his full height and striding out the doors of the ballroom into the courtyard through one of the side doors. The royal stables were within eye sight of the courtyard for him, just over the tops of the tall hedges that gave the illusion of privacy to the people sitting in the nooks and corners of the maze of hedges. He knew all the turns by heart, he had since he was a child. He used to pack his sister Selene out here when they were children. He was the epitome of health and strength and she was entirely too frail. If he could feed her his strength he would do so in a heartbeat.
He found an unoccupied bench in the larger side courtyard that was lightly more private than the one out front of the palace where visitors of his father, ambassadors from other nations and courtiers walked about freely. They were more liable to get lost in this maze that his mother had put in when she first married Niall's father. She was the second Princess of Zeelu, their king at the time's youngest daughter. Now her eldest brother and Niall's uncle was King. Zeelu was not as wealthy as Indra or Escova but not quite so poor as Manora who didn't even have a monarchy. Today Niall wore one of his favorite simple long sleeved shirts. It had come from he Bazaar earlier this year in Escova. It was made from a lovely light fabric that kept him from sweating so fiercely in the heat of the day. Niall leaned back against the back of the stone bench that he was apparently much too large for as his legs stuck across the walking path nearly completely and if he were to lean his head back he would undoubted end up with a head full of leaves from the bush behind him. | Name: Adalaide Tollemache
Age: 26
Rank: Marchioness of Donde
Personality: Adalaide is a bit of a live wire. She enjoys her parties and 'forming questionable impressions upon the youth of these days'. If she wasn't a Marchioness, a widow, and a very rich one at that, she more than likely would have been shunned ages ago but she's built up a circle and is one of the more popular ladies when it comes to Court. She has a wit and isn't afraid to show it, but has a temper worse than a drunk's and a sharp tongue to back it.
History: Adalaide is not a naive of Indra, but rather born in Manora, she and her twin sister were the only daughters of seven children born to the Baron de Vere. They were sent to the royal court at a young age to become Lady's in Waiting for Princess Audrey. Growing up in the castle was an expierence within itself, and when they were 16, Adalaid's sister married the Crown Prince. He made Adalaide a Duchess in her own right, unfortunately due to mounting political pressure she had to marry and not to someone from Manora. Rather, she became betrothed to the Marquess of Donde, an aging gentlemen who just needed to secure political alliances with Manora since a vast majority of his land borders the forest in which Manora shares with him. Adalaide adored her husband, as he adored her both content in the friendship they secured by this marriage. Unfortunately, when she was twenty two, only three years into her marriage, her husband passed in his sleep. His nephew who inheirited the land, was a devilish rake who was off galavanting as far away as he could be. He claimed, when notified of his uncle's passing, that he 'couldn't be bothered less of his passing and that as long as Adalaide didn't drain his coffers or try to emulate the Bloody Baroness, she could do whatever her heart desires.' So she became one of the most well known woman in society, known for her parties and mischief. |
55,355 | 1,513 | 1 | 1,321 | 571 | Princess Selene Collins
Due to her condition, Selene had often been able to escape the more constricting garments of court, as long as her clothing still showed the wealth of the royal family. Today was no different; Indra and her rulers cared more for their daughter's health than her finery. Therefore, her maid, Tallulah, helped her into an opulent creation of silk and lace that was both beautiful and light.
"Purple again?" Selene gave a slight, amused smile. The court dressmakers did seem to like to make her dresses in various shades of purple. This time, the dress started out as a light, silvery lilac on top and gradually changed to royal purple. Delicate white lace accented the neckline and the sleeves. "Well, it does suit you, and your status, milady." Tallulah replied, fastening the gown up the back. "Now, milady, if you'll let me do your hair next?"
"Of course." Seating herself at her vanity, Selene looked through her makeup to decide what she would apply that day. Tallulah hummed gently under her breath, a lullaby from her native Escova that she had often sung to her lady. As she did so, she carefully brushed and styled Selene's hair in the fashion of the times.
It took a while, but Tallulah finally set down the hairbrush, satisfied. "Now, isn't that lovely." She moved to kneel in front of Selene. "Have you decided on your makeup today, milady?" Selene nodded carefully, indicating several makeup containers gathered away from the rest. "I'll just get started, then." Applying the makeup took quite a bit more time, but eventually it was done. Her makeup was quite a bit lighter then was fashionable, but the court physician had warned her away from caking her face with cosmetics. Standing, Tallulah backed away a few steps. "Beautiful, milady."
"Thank you, Tallulah." Selene rose gracefully and, with her maid following, made her way down to the ballroom to possibly assist her mother. She could certainly help with the placement of the decorations, if not with actually placing them. | Name: Crown Prince Niall Keenan Collins
Age: 25
Rank: Crown Prince
Personality: Niall is a lady's man and a charmer, he was groomed as crown prince to have impeccable manners. Niall can be a bit arrogant but his rank in life affords him the luxury of being a little arrogant. He does have a natural easy confidence and is comfortable speaking to nearly anyone, from the peasants of this land to the courtiers that romp about in the courtyard of his palace regularly. Niall has a bit of a temper but it tends to be hard to ruffle his feathers.
History:
Extra: He's a superb horseman and is almost entirely in charge of the breeding of the Royal horses. |
55,356 | 1,513 | 2 | 1,682 | 715 | A shot rang out throughout the courtyard, followed by the breaking of ceramic. Julien nodded with satisfaction at his shot as he began to load another shot. One of the many perks about being the Marquis (and for having a home so far out of the way any villages) is that you can have your own shooting range. Many of Julien's fellow nobles would look down on both owning a shooting range and using a musket, but that has never stopped Julien, or anyone else in his family. Many military officers frown on firearms, as their considered unsporting and potentially dangerous in the hands of a common soldier. Julien's family, the Guesclins, have been advocates for the use of such weapons for years, and Julien himself was nearly raised on them.
Julien had just begun to ram a bullet home when one of his houses servants spoke from behind him. Like many of the help in Julien's home, the servent was a former soldier in Julien's regiment, so he snapped to attention as though Julien were still in uniform.
"Message for you, sir." the man said, handing Julien an envelope before giving a salute, which Julien returned. "Thank you. Dismissed." After the man left, Julien opened the letter. To Julien's surprise, it was an invitation to a royal ball in a few days. Julien breathed a heavy sigh, he really didn't want to go, but it would seem antisocial if he didn't. "It seems as though I have no choice." he said to himself as he went back into his house in order to get his dress uniform ready. | Name: Julien De Guesclin, Marquis of Broceliande
Age: 27
Rank: Marquess/ Major in the Indra's Light Rifles
Personality: One could not guess that Julien was a man of status and nobility upon first meeting him. For a noble, he is rather blunt and would rather talk to someone directly as opposed to the drudgery and mind games of court politics. Those who get to know him will find he is a man of fine humor and generosity, but sometimes awkward and irreverent at the exact wrong times. This is especially true when it comes to women.
History: When Julien was fifteen, his father bought him a commission in the Army, and served in a regiment of light infantry. These men are far from dashing and chivalrous, and are rough and tumble fighters and wild revelers. Naturally, this is not exactly the sort of environment for a wide eyed young boy, but Julien adapted and ended up thriving in his new environment. He gained the respect of his men, as well as skill in the use of arms. After twelve years of service, he was allowed to return home to Broceliande and take care of his now ailing father. Due to his father's weakened state, Julien has legally been given the title of Marquis, as he has no brother's or older relatives to take the title. Now, Julien finds himself in the terrifying arena of politics, and he finds himself more than a little unprepared.
Extra: Julien is an expert shot, and he enjoys hunting trips in the countryside. Also, while an average rider, he is not terribly fond of horses (They bite). |
55,357 | 1,513 | 3 | 1,321 | 571 | One would think, looking at Diego, that he loved parties. They would be dead wrong. However, he had a reputation to uphold, so he gave a sigh and went to put on his finery. After all, he had two noble families to represent, and two lovely sisters to watch over.
"Never fear, Mami." He muttered. "I will take care of them." His parents had retired about a year ago, moving to a manor in Friesia and leaving their only son to take care of Torremolinos. The two girls, Alejandra and Idoya, had been given the choice to follow their parents to another country or stay in Indra with their brother; they chose the latter.
It would take him a while to change, even with the help of his manservant; it would take even longer for his sisters to decide what to wear. They would be ready by the time they had to leave, however. Diego knew that. | Name: Crown Prince Niall Keenan Collins
Age: 25
Rank: Crown Prince
Personality: Niall is a lady's man and a charmer, he was groomed as crown prince to have impeccable manners. Niall can be a bit arrogant but his rank in life affords him the luxury of being a little arrogant. He does have a natural easy confidence and is comfortable speaking to nearly anyone, from the peasants of this land to the courtiers that romp about in the courtyard of his palace regularly. Niall has a bit of a temper but it tends to be hard to ruffle his feathers.
History:
Extra: He's a superb horseman and is almost entirely in charge of the breeding of the Royal horses. |
55,358 | 1,514 | 0 | 2,039 | 64 | Emperor Eyrin sent word to his advisors selected group of adventurers. Guardsman and mercenaries were sent to collect and bring them to him with the offer of untold wealth. He was sat upon his fully amethyst throne, what looked to be a half-elf, but something was also odd about him, a bright hue shown around him as if he were blessed by a god. Around him his trusted Royal Guard, all clad in darkened steel plate armor, with the Royal guards symbol plastered on the chest and pauldrons.
"Sayrin are you ready for this important task? I am entrusting you with this, do not fail me." The Emperor's voice boomed forth in the still throne room. "I must have this dealt with quickly, and if possible without the loss of anymore precious life. Can you do this?"
A fully plated figure stepped forward his armor the same as the other Royal Guard, his arm over his chest as he bowed to his majesty. He said no words, just held his place until Eyrin told him to stand in front of him, and wait for the others to show so that he may address them all at once. | Name: Sayrin Mordun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Job: Royal Guard, asked for the leadership role to take the group of adventurers to Mt. Daymon.
Weapon of choice: A long-sword, and a large steel square shield with the Royal Guards seal upon it. Crossing blood red scythes behind a dark purple skull.
Personality: Sayrin is blunt, to the point of being harsh, especially when it goes against the will of the gods. He is easy to approach, albeit gruff-looking, honest and caring about his men, or followers.
Background: Sayrin joined into the Emperor's militant forces at the age of 14, training himself harshly on a daily basis while communing with the gods even if he never got a reply. He slowly rose up the ranks until his 23rd year of life, where he caught wind of a scheme to assassinate the emperor, stopping it before the culprit could get the poison into the wine. After that moment he was assigned to the Royal Guard, and has faithfully been serving the Emperor, and the gods for another 9 years. Now at the ripe age of 32 he is built strong, and you can almost see the holy light emanating from him.
Other information: Sayrin can be seen every morning bowed in silent prayer to the gods. |
55,359 | 1,514 | 1 | 2,256 | 1,910 | Talas stood, quiet as a mouse, in the darkness near the Emperor's throne, his hood pulled up over his head. He almost completely blent in, just slightly darker then the shadows surrounding him. He was seperate from the main body of the royal guard, his eyes flashing breifly underneath his hood. He stood out from the rest of the royal guard if he stood next to them, painfully obvious the difference in armor. His eyes flicked to Sayrin as he was spoken to, watching him step forward until he bowed to The Emperor.
He remained in his position, his eyes returning to scanning the area, listening carefully for any strange sounds. He would stay until he was called forward, for he was expecting that to be the normal. One simply didn't approach the Emperor without being asked forward. He could feel the energy flooding through him, his fingers twitching slightly. He was ready if necessary, as always, to react and attack any threat. Even if Sayrin had some weird inclination to attack. However unlikely, it was still possible, so he was ready. He offered no one any different scrutiny.
The familiar weight of his quiver with his strung bow inside of it, with his swords strapped underneath it in the shape of an X, one handle above each shoulder. For him it allowed easy access, and worked rather well. His how remained strung while he was at his position, his elven now able to handle the strain that it would put on typical bows. | Name: Talas Thassil
Race: elf
Gender: male
Following the majority of his race, Talas is of a slim build, with a height of 5'7, small of height for his race. But the slimness hides the strength, stronger then most humans, his muscles defined but not large. He has no body hair, other then the hair on the top of his head, and none seems to grow because he never shaves. He prefers to wear lighter armor, to keep his normal sleep and not slow him down in the process. His chest plate has the royal symbol on it, and he wears a molten cloak that when drawn around him serves as a good camouflage. He has different color cloaks for different areas( Ex. Brown and green for forests, grasslands, and white and grey for arctic areas or snow in general). He wears bracers on his firearms, mail backed leather gloves, greaves, mail helping to cover his thighs.
Class: Ranger
Job: A member of the royal guard, but was assigned more to stick to the shadows and be the guard of the king that was out of sight.
Weapon of choice: elven bow with spells of strength and long lasting engraved upon it, as well as other spells to protect it from most enchantments.
Two elven short swords to be used when he is in close quarters, also having the spells to protect it from most enchantments.
Personality: Talas is relatively calm, and nearly a master at hiding his emotions. Those that know him best will be able to see the changes in emotions through his eyes, but otherwise he keeps a neutral expression. He finds that to be most useful in a variety of situation, no one really knowing what he was thinking and feeling. He is very focused, and seems to notice almost everything around him. He
Background: Due to his age, most of his past is lost to history, or unimportant enough to be of no mind. At some point during his lifetime, he became part of the Kings military, facing the opposite of being of a minor race, most of the military having been found to be humans. He pressed onwards, the higher leaders of the army finding a use of him. He had rouge like stealth, and it was often used to understand what potential enemies. Due to his ability to simply "disappear" he was kept near the commanders in the armies, almost the unknown protecter. His skills caught the attention of the King, and 10 years prior the King brought him to the Royal guard. He was the "unknown" member of the guard, kept in secret in the deep shadows behind and around the king's throne. He volunteered to go with Sayrin on the quest, hoping his skills and sharp shooting would be of use.
Other information: none as of this time. |
55,360 | 1,514 | 2 | 982 | 1,162 | Trotting and humming Mia was as a conjured flute played a soothing melody that sounded in her ears, her eyes closed as she walked absentmindedly around the entrance of the throne room all the while waving her baton as if she was at an opera house. "Oh that is some sweet rhythm! Let's play it again! She jolted as she hopped all around, ignoring the glares of the guards patrolling the area. Continuing her little concerto, the girl entered the throne room with her animated woodwind companion in tow, still oblivious of the ruckus she's causing thanks to her unwelcome instrumental, even as she was right in the presence of the king himself she was still moving out and about like she was dancing in some sort of jig. The girl was absolutely in a frantic trance as her instrument circled her and began to play at a louder volume, only when a loud cough followed by a stern "Ahem." did she cease.
Glancing around her surroundings, the teen was in shock when she realized that she was already in front of the king. She waved her wand in a circular motion once or twice as a faint glow appeared from the tip, as this happened, her animated flute disappeared in a pink puff of smoke. Her face turning red from the embarrassment she caused to herself, Mia coughed and stepped forwards to the king, bowing and muttering a quiet apology.
"I promise it won't happen again, your majesty!" The wizard said as she stood up straight. From the looks of it, it would seem that she wasn't the first one here, which was a thing that the girl was glad about...Wouldn't it have been more embarrassing if she was the first person here and THAT was her grand entrance? Among the others in the room was a gruff-looking man covered in a plate of armor, Mia looks at him with uncertainty and slight fear. The other person was a hooded figure, to which Mia pouted at the sight at..."So much for first impressions..." she mused to herself as she remained in position. | Name: Mia Marquis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Mia appears as a very young and cheerful looking teenager who stands at a petite 5'3", many people mistake her for a child at first glance. Having bright green eyes that show a glint of joy with every blink, atop her short peach-colored hair is a big magician's hat adorned with flowers. Her outfit consists of a sleeveless button-up dress with a frilly top decorated with a floral pattern and ends at the bottom with a big puffy skirt.
Her legs are covered with a pink pantyhose lined with various fruits to accentuate her already colorful attire, her feet are wearing purple frilled flats. Her hands are covered with long gloves that-with just a few more inches-reach her shoulders.
Her physique is nothing too noteworthy, being on the slight side of slim and as much as one would expect from a magic-user, not the most battle-ready body out there. If anything, her frail figure makes it easy for her to get hurt, but it does make it easy for her to dodge and move about with ease.
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Class: Wizard
Job: A traveling bard who has heard many stories of the plague, leading her to the area. She seeks fame and glory as she sets out to exterminate the plague...Hopefully.
Weapon of choice:
A wand that looks (as well as acts) like a musical baton. This dual-formed weapon changes which magic she uses. In its Wand form, she can call upon spirits from various tales and story books to aid her and her companions. Said companions all appear as small, cute and plush-like to an almost comedic degree, but the adorable critters can prove to be just as fearsome as their real counterparts, even with their watered-down abilities/weapons. But as one would expect from small bite-sized clones of their originals, it doesn't take much effort to temporarily destroy one of the buggers.
In Baton form, Mia can call upon various instruments from thin air to fulfill a more supportive role. She can orchestrate a battaglia that can inspire a fighting spirit to her allies, a requiem to soothe her friends and heal their wounds, an elegy to fill the minds of their foes with sudden thoughts of melancholy and dread, or she can simply rattle the eardrums of their adversaries by making said instruments play with deafening volumes ad nauseam. Of course, as the plays the musical piece she is left wide open as the effects slowly sink in.
Personality:
Bright, colorful and always in high spirits. Mia is a girl who is just oozing with happiness, a thing that she wishes to share with the others around her, it's a trait that people either love or hate. Despite this cheery personality however, belies a sensitive girl who hides her insecurities and problems behind one big smile.
Mia enjoys the company of others, so as long as they can show her a good time, appreciate a good laugh and not be a stuck-up jerk. If there is one big flaw she has, it's her childishness. Mia is one who isn't exactly the most mature teen out there, she's prone to sudden outbursts when she doesn't get what she wants, is disheartened when not everyone agrees with her and is overly excitable to the point of recklessness.
Background:
Born as an only child to a musician and a sorceress. Mia was always closer to her musically-inclined father and decided to follow in his footsteps of composition. At a young age, Mia could play various instruments that her father kept around. Violins, trumpets, drums, etc. When she picked it up, you could be sure that she'd perform like everyone was watching, this fancied her so much that she began to compose some of her own original works with the help of her father. Her mother, while disappointed that her daughter did not share her views in the arcane, was still proud of her nonetheless.
Eager to please her mother (as well as the masses), Mia had a sudden idea: "Why not use magic to make my performances prettier?!" With a little bit persistence, her mother managed to teach her the basics of summoning and illusions. When the day finally came for her big public debut, Mia got out her wand and in the middle of the marketplace...Performed like she never did before. Instruments forming out of thin air playing sweet melodies to the ears of the public, notes forming from the empty space she was in, vivid and vibrant colors that just exploded and set alight the marketplace and soon she was the center of attention. When it was all over, the rattled girl wasn't expecting a massive applause and demands for an encore. This little impromptu orchestra made her so happy and giddy, so much so that it became her reason to travel all over the land, eager to spread her uplifting performances everywhere. |
55,361 | 1,514 | 3 | 2,338 | 426 | Relax young Mia, called a soft voiced man, "for these men have the favor of gods on their side."
Brother Vas stood in the doorway of Emperor's Chambers, unceremonious in his entrence. He had quite enjoyed the girl's little song, a soft tone in times so bleak. He turned to the seated patriarch and his paladin, bowing to them respectably.
"His Grace Eyrin, Lord and Emperor of the World's House and Sir Sayrin Mordun, of the Royal Guard. The New Order sends their regard and their light."
Brother Vas looked away for a moment, a bandaged face staring of to the void. He smiled, as if a joke had just been whispered into his ear and turned back towards the Emperor's Throne.
"Ah, and Talas Thassil! Elven bow-master of the Royal Guard. Shadows speak in jealous tones in your name. Many a would-be assassin slain, I believe. Come friend, there are no poison daggers or dark hearts here." | Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Job: Spiritual Adviser
Weapon/Magical Abilities:
- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.
- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.
- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.
- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.
- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.
Personality: Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.
Background:Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.
Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.
Other Information:
- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!
- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.
- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game. |
55,362 | 1,514 | 4 | 2,026 | 73 | Sam woke to a thunderous banging on the door of his rented inn room, lacing his hands behind his head under the pillow he invited his mysterious visitors into the room "Come in!". At once the door was thrust open, revealing the hallway outside to be filled with iron-clad soldiers, the lead man grandiosely unraveled a scroll with the Emperor's seal upon it. "Sam Arvarell? You are to answer the Emperor's summons" the soldier proclaimed. Sam relaxed his grip on the dagger beneath his pillow and began to stand up, "Well, I suppose I better get dressed".
Half an hour later, he stood in the doorway of the Emperor's chambers, garbed in tanned leather armour and dark hooded cloak, a basic but sharp shortsword swung at his belt, and a concealed dagger in his left boot. Surveying the room he saw his companions to be, as had been explained by the guard en route. An eclectic bunch, but none would be here if not skilled, "Good day", Sam nodded in way of greeting, pulling down his hood. | Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27. |
55,363 | 1,514 | 5 | 2,039 | 64 | Eyrin had smiled as the small wizard had walked inside of the throne room. "Happiness is in short supply in these trying times, I welcome it even if my guards find it disruptive." He eyed some of the Royal Guard with a mischevious smile. "Talas, you may move to the front so I may address you with the rest of your compatriots, though we are missing one as of yet. You may relate the information that I speak to you all to her when she appears. I trust she didn't get into trouble with the guards that were sent to fetch her, though it is entirely possible." His voice seemed to echo around the room though he hadn't raised his voice.
"You are all given an important task, I have given Sayrin the honor of leading this expedition to Mount Daymon. The words that echo around my empire are demons. Demons that seem to have immunity to weapons, magic, and even the gods can't seem to send back to the depths of hell. They have been given the name Slysari, and all that I know about them is they live in shadow, they hunt in shadow, the kill in shadow. The forest that they started in on Daymon is eerily dark once you get inside, and the forces of these demons seem to get stronger with every life lost. I task you all to rid the menace from the Mount, survive, and clear any escaping forces. Do this and you will live happily wherever you desire, and will not want for the rest of your days." He finished his statement with a sad smile. "Sayrin do you have anything else to add?"
"Yes lord." He didn't move from his spot as he spoke in a strong gruff voice. "We will be heading to the city of Paron, I have word that there is someone who has survived an attack from the mount that is there still. I am putting my life in your hands. I hope you trust me the same." | Name: Sayrin Mordun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Job: Royal Guard, asked for the leadership role to take the group of adventurers to Mt. Daymon.
Weapon of choice: A long-sword, and a large steel square shield with the Royal Guards seal upon it. Crossing blood red scythes behind a dark purple skull.
Personality: Sayrin is blunt, to the point of being harsh, especially when it goes against the will of the gods. He is easy to approach, albeit gruff-looking, honest and caring about his men, or followers.
Background: Sayrin joined into the Emperor's militant forces at the age of 14, training himself harshly on a daily basis while communing with the gods even if he never got a reply. He slowly rose up the ranks until his 23rd year of life, where he caught wind of a scheme to assassinate the emperor, stopping it before the culprit could get the poison into the wine. After that moment he was assigned to the Royal Guard, and has faithfully been serving the Emperor, and the gods for another 9 years. Now at the ripe age of 32 he is built strong, and you can almost see the holy light emanating from him.
Other information: Sayrin can be seen every morning bowed in silent prayer to the gods. |
55,364 | 1,514 | 6 | 2,256 | 1,910 | A flash of distast went through him, watching the young human, a wizard he suspected, entered the throne room creating quite a stir. His face remained neutral, but he still scanned the girl for any particular signs of a threat, able to pick up on the signs quickly and easily. He could detect nothing from her. He fought back a grin as she realized where she was, his eyes shinning with amusement at her embarrassed behavior. His fingers tapped on his leg quietly, still feeling the want to move and act.
His eyes were already on Brother Vas before he even spoke, having spotted him when he first appeared in the door. Not very often could a person sneak up on him. Many had tried and fail, almost ending up with a arrow between their eyes, depending if he deemed them dangerous or not. As Brother Vas addressed him, he lowered his head slightly in a small bow, but didn't move from his position. The next person that came in certainly drew Talas's attention, scanning the person. He seemed to be much like him in behavior and tactics, however lacking a bow. At least that was a difference.
As Eyrin began speaking, his gaze changed to look at the King, nodding at the order to stand with the group. He split himself from the shadows, walking from the group, lowering the hood from his head as he did so, long blonde hair and elven ears becoming noticeable. Once he reached the group, he bowed to the Emperor, having much the same movements as Sayrin had done a few minutes before, but not remaining in that position. He listened carefully, his face keeping his blank expression, but on the inside he was raking is brain for possible tactics and ways to defeat these demons. He knew it would be dangerous, but with good fortune on their side they would succeed. | Name: Talas Thassil
Race: elf
Gender: male
Following the majority of his race, Talas is of a slim build, with a height of 5'7, small of height for his race. But the slimness hides the strength, stronger then most humans, his muscles defined but not large. He has no body hair, other then the hair on the top of his head, and none seems to grow because he never shaves. He prefers to wear lighter armor, to keep his normal sleep and not slow him down in the process. His chest plate has the royal symbol on it, and he wears a molten cloak that when drawn around him serves as a good camouflage. He has different color cloaks for different areas( Ex. Brown and green for forests, grasslands, and white and grey for arctic areas or snow in general). He wears bracers on his firearms, mail backed leather gloves, greaves, mail helping to cover his thighs.
Class: Ranger
Job: A member of the royal guard, but was assigned more to stick to the shadows and be the guard of the king that was out of sight.
Weapon of choice: elven bow with spells of strength and long lasting engraved upon it, as well as other spells to protect it from most enchantments.
Two elven short swords to be used when he is in close quarters, also having the spells to protect it from most enchantments.
Personality: Talas is relatively calm, and nearly a master at hiding his emotions. Those that know him best will be able to see the changes in emotions through his eyes, but otherwise he keeps a neutral expression. He finds that to be most useful in a variety of situation, no one really knowing what he was thinking and feeling. He is very focused, and seems to notice almost everything around him. He
Background: Due to his age, most of his past is lost to history, or unimportant enough to be of no mind. At some point during his lifetime, he became part of the Kings military, facing the opposite of being of a minor race, most of the military having been found to be humans. He pressed onwards, the higher leaders of the army finding a use of him. He had rouge like stealth, and it was often used to understand what potential enemies. Due to his ability to simply "disappear" he was kept near the commanders in the armies, almost the unknown protecter. His skills caught the attention of the King, and 10 years prior the King brought him to the Royal guard. He was the "unknown" member of the guard, kept in secret in the deep shadows behind and around the king's throne. He volunteered to go with Sayrin on the quest, hoping his skills and sharp shooting would be of use.
Other information: none as of this time. |
55,365 | 1,514 | 7 | 2,338 | 426 | Paron?, Brother Vas asked with a smile. "I hear that it is a beautiful time of year there. I know of a few kind inns and taverns if a meeting place has not been made. Word of mouth only, but I trust those who share recommendations to a holy man."
From what he knew Paron was not as glorious as the capital city, but a smaller community meant to prepare travels heading towards Mount Daymon and onwards. Streets of dirt and stone, small shelters of wood, and rustic people accustomed to a different form of life. Brother Vas wouldn't mind learning of there lives, a much different conversation then those of serfs or lords.
"This servent of The New Order is honored to help in these darkened times. If these beasts dare hunt and kill in shadows, then I will be there to shine a cleaning light. It is my purpose, as the gods command." | Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Job: Spiritual Adviser
Weapon/Magical Abilities:
- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.
- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.
- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.
- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.
- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.
Personality: Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.
Background:Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.
Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.
Other Information:
- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!
- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.
- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game. |
55,366 | 1,514 | 8 | 982 | 1,162 | As the young magician stood still in her position she was surprised when a calm and mellow voice resounded from behind her, another cloaked figure appeared from behind, he eyes were wrapped in bandages and held a staff in his hand. He reminded Mia of the local hermit from her hometown, he would always back up Mia when it came to her performances, only when it was too loud that it disturbed his meditation did he not ally with her. The girl's short-term embarrassment was soon none when the emperor reassured her that her little escapade earlier was more than welcome, making her grin from ear-to-ear as she rubbed the back of her head.
Eventually, it would seem that a crowd of misfits had finally gathered in the throne, including her. And the emperor has gathered all of them this faithful day to exterminate the one known as the Slysari. Mia had only heard about them in the taverns she's visited, and her curiosity had been peaked enough for her to investigate this little mystery. But from the sounds of it, this mystery would be far from little. The emperor did not stress at all over the fact that these creatures were no less than demons, with their sheer power and the fact they live off of the life of every people, they need to deal with this plague quick...Who knows how long it will be until they become nigh-unstoppable?
When the emperor's announcement came to a halt, it was that gruff paladin's turn to speak. Speaking word of how they will travel to the city of Paron, a land that is unfamiliar to the girl. "Well, I'll be blunt; I only came here for fame and glory. But... Mia paused before giving a slight graceful twirl and pointing towards the sky, exclaiming: "If it means that I'll get to see less people die and more people with smiles, I'm in it for free!" | Name: Mia Marquis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Mia appears as a very young and cheerful looking teenager who stands at a petite 5'3", many people mistake her for a child at first glance. Having bright green eyes that show a glint of joy with every blink, atop her short peach-colored hair is a big magician's hat adorned with flowers. Her outfit consists of a sleeveless button-up dress with a frilly top decorated with a floral pattern and ends at the bottom with a big puffy skirt.
Her legs are covered with a pink pantyhose lined with various fruits to accentuate her already colorful attire, her feet are wearing purple frilled flats. Her hands are covered with long gloves that-with just a few more inches-reach her shoulders.
Her physique is nothing too noteworthy, being on the slight side of slim and as much as one would expect from a magic-user, not the most battle-ready body out there. If anything, her frail figure makes it easy for her to get hurt, but it does make it easy for her to dodge and move about with ease.
(For reference I used:
Class: Wizard
Job: A traveling bard who has heard many stories of the plague, leading her to the area. She seeks fame and glory as she sets out to exterminate the plague...Hopefully.
Weapon of choice:
A wand that looks (as well as acts) like a musical baton. This dual-formed weapon changes which magic she uses. In its Wand form, she can call upon spirits from various tales and story books to aid her and her companions. Said companions all appear as small, cute and plush-like to an almost comedic degree, but the adorable critters can prove to be just as fearsome as their real counterparts, even with their watered-down abilities/weapons. But as one would expect from small bite-sized clones of their originals, it doesn't take much effort to temporarily destroy one of the buggers.
In Baton form, Mia can call upon various instruments from thin air to fulfill a more supportive role. She can orchestrate a battaglia that can inspire a fighting spirit to her allies, a requiem to soothe her friends and heal their wounds, an elegy to fill the minds of their foes with sudden thoughts of melancholy and dread, or she can simply rattle the eardrums of their adversaries by making said instruments play with deafening volumes ad nauseam. Of course, as the plays the musical piece she is left wide open as the effects slowly sink in.
Personality:
Bright, colorful and always in high spirits. Mia is a girl who is just oozing with happiness, a thing that she wishes to share with the others around her, it's a trait that people either love or hate. Despite this cheery personality however, belies a sensitive girl who hides her insecurities and problems behind one big smile.
Mia enjoys the company of others, so as long as they can show her a good time, appreciate a good laugh and not be a stuck-up jerk. If there is one big flaw she has, it's her childishness. Mia is one who isn't exactly the most mature teen out there, she's prone to sudden outbursts when she doesn't get what she wants, is disheartened when not everyone agrees with her and is overly excitable to the point of recklessness.
Background:
Born as an only child to a musician and a sorceress. Mia was always closer to her musically-inclined father and decided to follow in his footsteps of composition. At a young age, Mia could play various instruments that her father kept around. Violins, trumpets, drums, etc. When she picked it up, you could be sure that she'd perform like everyone was watching, this fancied her so much that she began to compose some of her own original works with the help of her father. Her mother, while disappointed that her daughter did not share her views in the arcane, was still proud of her nonetheless.
Eager to please her mother (as well as the masses), Mia had a sudden idea: "Why not use magic to make my performances prettier?!" With a little bit persistence, her mother managed to teach her the basics of summoning and illusions. When the day finally came for her big public debut, Mia got out her wand and in the middle of the marketplace...Performed like she never did before. Instruments forming out of thin air playing sweet melodies to the ears of the public, notes forming from the empty space she was in, vivid and vibrant colors that just exploded and set alight the marketplace and soon she was the center of attention. When it was all over, the rattled girl wasn't expecting a massive applause and demands for an encore. This little impromptu orchestra made her so happy and giddy, so much so that it became her reason to travel all over the land, eager to spread her uplifting performances everywhere. |
55,367 | 1,514 | 9 | 2,026 | 73 | After briefly kneeling before the emperor he straightened and dwelled on their location, Sam had hoped never to return to Paron, or at least not for a very long time, not wanting to let on his distaste in case of offending his fellow adventurers his grimace was quickly replaced with a smile "Paron? Aye, I hear it's a good place as any to start". If the time arose, he committed to telling his companions of his 'unfinished business' with Lord Orill of Paron, however they might well avoid his estate entirely on their way into the little town.
Paron was not exactly on the other side of the known world, but nor was it a brief ride, so Sam was eager to depart. Tightening a strap on his sword belt he looked to their leader "I may not be a man of righteous virtue, but this is a worthy cause, when do we leave Sayrin?" Sam questioned, bowing slightly in respect.
Whilst Sam hadn't entirely expected the Emperor's missive, he would have to have been a very inept spymaster indeed to not notice all the signs of a great evil creeping over the land, even on the way through the splendid capital things seemed amiss. People shying away into homes, shopkeepers with doors firmly closed. Aye, evil was afoot alright, and it needed to be stopped. | Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27. |
55,368 | 1,514 | 10 | 2,105 | 68 | “The capital if full of filth and corruption. It rubs off on everyone here, whoever they might be. I really hope that my visit here won’t take long.”
Tobias said under his breath. He was just by the eastern entrance of the capital. The huge towers of the gatehouse fired up into the dark gray skies. It is a windy day and the flags atop of the towers and wall railings are flapping non-stop and guards, patrolling the walls seem to wear cloaks today.
“Seems like a big storm is coming, this does not mean well for traveling.”
He sighed.
“That much for a short visit for supplies.”
The wind did not cut his skin as much inside the city, where he was surrounded by tall building made of stone. But the stone gave the city a cold and bleak look, combined with the horrendously gray sky, in which the first thumps of thunder could be heard.
As the thunder started booming, the whole city suddenly started to rush around, woman gathering up the drying clothes and calling the children home, men flailing about with their own businesses. The outside market stalls closed up and all the trading only happened inside the respective shops. The world seemed upset for some reason, as if the end was coming. And by the rumors, the end was coming. Something in the forests, ‘Slysari’ was the name Tobias heard mentioned all around. The world consumed by the shadows, the rumors said.
Despite the feeling of unrest and melancholy around, he marched through the lower parts of the city in his need of supplies. Merchants gladly sold their wares, even at a little lower rate, because it was getting more difficult to sell everything.
“It is not going well for us, merchants. People do not travel that much these days, trade caravans are not moving, mercenaries are increasing the price of their services and bandits have taken residence along the roads. It’s a bad time for us all. Hopefully, we will climb out of this hole, as I don’t like it one bit.”
The merchant went on talking about the problems they were facing recently as Tobias was putting everything into his backpack and pouches.
“I’ve traveled alone for some time. I haven’t ran into any highwaymen.”
“Well, I mean, look at yourself. A group of five people would have difficulty fighting you. No wonder they haven’t chosen you as a target. We, merchants, travel with much more valuable resources and items, and we’re much easier prey for them. So taking on us is much more worthy for them, than taking you on.”
“Thank you.”
Said Tobias and went outside of the shop, to the merchants surprise at this rash behavior of the human.
It has started to rain lightly and Tobias took the example of the people around and increased his pace and found himself a tavern. He was a little bit late, for the tavern was already packed and there was no place to even sit down. He slowly pushed his way through the people to the counter.
“I take it you’re all booked?”
“Ya’ sorry lad. The upcomin’ storm got everyone sittin’ ‘ere. Well, that’s good fo’ us, not as good fo’ ye. Ye’ just got into the city? If ye’ really need a place fo’ the night, I offer goin’ to ‘Mossy Jug’ just down the street, they must have a room or two free.”
Tobias put a few coins on the counter and pushed them towards the man and nodded as a thank you. On his way out, he noticed a fight going on at the end of the tavern, but he had no time to see to it and just went outside.
The rain had started to pour down really heavily already and there were barely any people out in the streets. The streets, who looked rather lively just moments ago now looked barren, with one or two beggars sitting under the roofs that provided them with shelter and dim lights shining through the windows. Finally reaching the ‘Mossy Jug’ he entered inside. He wasn’t surprised to see that this wasn’t exactly a tavern, but more of a brothel. He was welcomed warmly, with few of the girls taking a good look in his direction. Not often a client who isn’t fat or completely ugly would walk in here. To their disappointment, Tobias didn’t come here for the pleasures of lust. Coming to the counter, he put his hand up, before the girl behind the counter could speak.
“I’m going to pay double the price of your girls, all I need is a room for tonight. Would that possibly work?”
“No, that’s not exactly how this works, but for a price of three girls, I might just make an exception. And only because you’re a beautiful lad as well. You’re an eye candy for our girls.”
“That works for me.”
After paying for the ‘three girls’, he went inside of the room and sat down. The moans of pleasure, pain or even disgust could be heard coming from the surrounding rooms, but it was the only warm bed that was easily accessible for Tobias. He locked the door and started taking off his armor, but a feeling in his gut told him that he wouldn’t be staying here for long. So he sat down, with his armor on his body and meditated to rest himself after his travels. | Name: Tobias
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Tobias is a tall fellow, he‘s around 6 feet 8 inches in height. He‘s got wide shoulders and a big, muscular build. There is one huge scar, from the back of his neck, to the bottom of his back.
He prefers bulky and big armors for traveling, but he does get into cloth robes for various rituals and healing procedures.
While being somewhere in the middle of the time of his life, he still moves around and lives as if he has just hit his adulthood.
Class: Cleric
Job: A wanderer. He used to lead a mercenary company called Water Ambers.
Weapon of choice:
• Sword of the Water Ambers – During the time, Tobias led the mercenary company, they had swords made specifically for them. They have runic engravements, without runic power imbuement. The sword itself is a light, medium length claymore.
• A Scythe “Silence” of the Water Ambers – The only scythe that has been made for the Water Ambers and used only by Tobias. This scythe was made by the best blacksmiths and mages around. It’s imbued with magical powers, which makes flora die and decay, and flesh to be destroyed. At this point in the story, the scythe has been lost.
Personality: Calm and collected, rational most of the time. Because of this, he can make decisions when other people might be doubting, and take all the consequences onto himself. A thinker, not a talker. He’d rather stay silent and wonder about the situation by himself, rather than involve himself in conversations. He will, if he has no other choice or the situation require him to speak.
While it might not seem so from the beginning, but Tobias is empathic and he enjoys helping other people around him, even if he doesn’t express himself and his joy too much. Being taught by the clerics from the young age he has taken in their virtues and while not necessarily holding up to them himself at this point, he tries to spread the words of the clerics to the world.
Background: Tobias is an orphan. He was left by the gates of an orphanage almost right after he was born, without a single note on him. No-one knows who put him by the gates, nobody has seen him being given away. His parentage is lost to everyone.
In his youngsts, he has shown a particular interest in reading and learning, especially in botany and medicine. He was the only boy that tended the gardens around the orphanage and even if he was made fun of by other boys in the orphanage, he kept at it. “The gardens had never looked better!” he heard people say and that was enough praise for him to stay focused on his work.
In his teens, he usually got into fights with other orphans because of his botanical work, and he lost most of the times, because other boys were just stronger than him, as he was rather slim. Because of this, he decided to work not only on his mind, but on his body as well. He figured there had to be a balance between those two powers. With time, he got a little bulkier and a little bit stronger and once he started to win the fights other orphans initiated.
And just like that, working on the gardens, reading and studying the worlds around him and training he has reached his adulthood. He left the orphanage and sought the knowledge of the clerics and joined their order. There, he has learned the arts of healing the world around him, both living and non-living. Cleansing the lands of evil and curses, restoring life to plants and wildlife. His studies didn’t go for long, because after around seven or eight years he suddenly disappeared from the order. No-one but Tobias knows why he deflected and ran away.
The fear was, that he’s going to use his knowledge for wrongdoing, and while Tobias himself didn’t think that what he was doing was bad, his reputation got worse between the clerics. On the other hand, the mercenaries and wanderers, who didn’t have a place in a world started to look up to him. He was Father Tobias of the mercenary company the Water Ambers.
Water Ambers were different from other companies. Where most of the companies were ruthless and uncontrollable, the Water Ambers were complete opposite. They did everything calmly, they finished their tasks and never took more than what was promised. To become an Amber one had to go through a trial put up by the Father Tobias and he chose who was worthy and who wasn’t, which is why the Water Ambers were so orderly.
The Water Ambers were one of the best and most popular mercenary company around, they even had a House of the Ambers set up in one of the bigger cities. They had smiths and tailors working for them, making armors of weapons for them. It almost had become a full-blown branch of religion.
But as suddenly as they had appeared, just as suddenly they disappeared. Rumors were going around that it was destroyed internally and the order that the company once had was destroyed and beyond restoration. But those were rumors and no-one really know what has happened.
After this, Tobias went out into the world to wander and help people in need.
Other information: The biography is what is known about Tobias life from other people. A huge part of his life and motivations are shrouded in mystery that only he knows. |
55,369 | 1,514 | 11 | 998 | 94 | Heath was trotting on a horse while singing, not too loudly, however, not to attract unwanted attention. In his left hand he held the reins of his grey-furred horse, an old and somewhat small animal, one that he stole a while back. Seed he called it. Nobody would say Heath's horse was a fine steed, but Heath could not say that it has ever failed him. The man's right hand tightly held a canteen half-full of wine, the other half already drunk by him en route. He stopped singing for a moment to take a gulp of wine. As he did that, his horse suddenly went to a full stop and Heath barely held himself in the saddle, as his head was slightly spinning from the second canteen of wine he was drinking.
"What the..."- Heath almost cursed, but was briefly cut off by a woman's voice in front of his horse:
"'scuse me, ser, me and me husband's cart broke its wheel, mayhaps you could help me man fix it?"
"Shut it, woman" a man's voice shouted at the first voice "Shall I need help, I'll ask for it meself."
"Ploughin' dumb are ye? Ye wanna spend a night 'ere in the open? I much rather reach Paron and sleep in me cozy bed, mere ten miles away.."
Even though Heath's head was spinning from all that wine, he did understand that the woman said "Paron".
"Wait, what did you just say?" Heath asked, interrupting their dispute. "Paron? This road leads to Paron?"
"Aye, it does, lad" the man answered. "And we're almost good to go, no need fer ye to help me."
Heath actually had no intention to help the man in the first place, yet only now he understood having taken the wrong turn two days ago, travelling in the wrong direction and not noticing it because of being half-drunk the whole time.
"Damn" he said and sighed, then took another gulp of wine. "Paron it is, I guess. Farewell you two, hope you fix the cart soon enough." Heath lead Seed around the man and woman and their cart and started trotting towards Paron, hearing disputes behind for quite some time still. | Name: Heath of Dailor
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Heath does not seem a person one would call large or strong, or swift at that matter. He is somewhat muscular, though not exceptionally, about 6 feet tall. He wears his shorter than shoulder length hair loose and has a short boxed beard. Both his hair and beard are dark-brown, yet the colour seems somewhat lighter due to constant exposure to dust, Sun and rain on the road. Heath's eyes are of greenish shade.
Usually seen with his heavily-worn armor, which has no banner or other distinctive features. You would not call it heavy armor as he only wears a breastplate with leather pants, boots and gloves. Heath's travel cloak, that covers his back and shoulders, is probably his least worn item.
Class: Fighter/Warrior
Job: A poor wandering self-proclaimed knight
Weapon of choice: Sword that he handles with exceptional care. Has a bunch of daggers hidden in his clothing, because that's how a wanderer lives on.
Personality: Heath is silent, yet he hears and remembers most of what people talk around. He is not easily set off and rarely does he help others, unless that furthers his interests. Most of the time, he tries to use wit over force, though is not reluctant to use either. His look is that of an uncertain and a sad man, yet behind his eyes hides a highly pragmatic, sometimes cruel even, person. He values result and is prepared for sacrifices in order to achieve what he aspires. His whole "philosophy" is built on him spending most of his life on the road. If he has a certain trait that he never lost from his young days its his stubbornness.
Background: Heath was a thirdborn to a castellan of his hometown Dailor. Being a thirdborn he had neither the chances to marry into the local lord's family nor inherit any of his father's titles or wealth on his passing. Thus he aspired to be a knight and join one of the noble and respected orders as would be any boy's dream. He studied many things on his father's behest, learned to write and read, the art of swordsmanship, tactics and a couple of other things, however this life went to an abrupt end when bandits ambushed the castellan's family travelling to their summer residence. Heath does not know much of what happened to his family, since he was abducted by the bandits on their retreat. Heath was thirteen years old by then. Spending a couple of months as their prisoner and seeing that his father was not even trying to pursue the bandits, he managed to talk himself into the band and eventually became not their prisoner but a member. As it is with bands of outlaws, some of them desert, some of them die; eventually, 9 years after his abduction, all of them parted their ways.
Heath continued to travel the world, having looted some decent-looking gear and sharpening his swordsmanship throughout the years on road. He would usually pass himself of as a poor knight, although he was never actually knighted. He lived off by protecting caravans, travelers, scavenging and other not-so-noble deeds.
Other information: Heath considers talking himself into the outlaw band one of the greater achievements of his, not only because that most likely saved his life, but also because because his stubbornness would have never let him return to Dailor, since his father had not seemed to put much effort in finding him.
As of now he is 24 years old. |
55,370 | 1,514 | 12 | 2,338 | 426 | Brother Bas nodded as everyone made their pacts and their piece. This wanton band would surely be tested by these Slysari. An adolescent spell-caster, a shadowy marksman, an unemployed spymaster, a rough soldier of The Royal Guard, and a blind servant of The New Order. This would surely make for an odd expedition.
Brother Vas bowed to the Emperor, making his leave as he had no other business to speak of. He should have reminded their Emperor to pay his tithings or come by The First Temple, but he always felt like vomiting in his mouth whenever tried pushing for mere monetary donations. Gods care not for gold or silver.
Brother Vas would in spite of himself take any reward he might receive from this and donate it to the local orphanages and homeless shelters. The New Order would have no need for the money he would procure, and of course the gods would be please with the show of good will and selflessness. It was Brother Vas' place to serve gods, not men.
With a soft strike of his staff cane, Brother Vas left the Emperor's chambers and headed toward the capitol's busy streets. Brother Vas had no issue with the crowded stone and steel roadways, dodging horse-drawn carts as he made his way. | Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Job: Spiritual Adviser
Weapon/Magical Abilities:
- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.
- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.
- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.
- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.
- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.
Personality: Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.
Background:Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.
Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.
Other Information:
- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!
- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.
- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game. |
55,371 | 1,514 | 13 | 2,026 | 73 | As the group moved out Sam took the time to take in the finer details of his companions, realising now in the light of the streets, that the priest had a strip of cloth covering his eyes. His first reaction being contempt, there was no room on such an important mission to be helping along a useless blind man, however he pushed these thoughts away quickly, Brother Vas would not have been picked if not capable. Turning his head to the sky, he observed the dark clouds that foreshadowed a storm gathering overhead, his mind wondered if Vas could sense change in the weather by other means or if he was left unawares of the weather until its arrival.
In an effort to break the silence that had followed them since the Emperor's halls, Sam turned his head towards Vas and asked "Forgive me Brother, but your eyes. Were you blind from birth, or did something steal you of your sight?". | Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27. |
55,372 | 1,514 | 14 | 2,338 | 426 | Ah Sam Arvarell, nice to finally have a moment to speak, Brother Vas replied as they walked. "Former spymaster of a high noble lord and lover of his wife. Fear not friend, for the gods care not for mortal adultery despite what my fellow brothers may preach."
The road Brother Vas took was much less crowded road towards the city's gates, a long stretch of homes and small businesses. If he took the next road south, he would be heading straight shot to The First Temple of The New Order. People here seemed a little better off then the usual citizens of the capital, planting small ferns or rose beds outside their doors.
"And as for my eyes, no. I had sight since first ripped from the womb...and to steal something means that there must be conscious thought of betrayal. What took my sight ripped and sliced away with claws darker then the night hoping to leave me a bloodied mangled corpse. Something beyond my comprehension intervened, so that I may live on. The scars left behind are grotesque and never fully healed right, even beyond the healing powers of The New Order. Now, I see without sight and sense beyond senses. A strange trade-off, it seems." | Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Job: Spiritual Adviser
Weapon/Magical Abilities:
- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.
- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.
- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.
- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.
- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.
Personality: Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.
Background:Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.
Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.
Other Information:
- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!
- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.
- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game. |
55,373 | 1,514 | 15 | 2,039 | 64 | Sayrin bowed once more before leaving his Emperor. "We shall make haste, my liege. If I am to fall in battle, know that I will be reborn to serve you again." His gruff voice vowed. With that, he left the Palace making haste towards a traveling merchant caravan that had stopped into town a few days before to restock. He soon caught up to the Blind Brother Vas, that was being asked a question from the one known as Sam. "This is going to be a long road, a few days ride with a caravan that has been paid from the royal coffers to take us with haste." He smiled as warmly as his demeanor allowed. "Now what I am going to tell you is what I've heard about these creatures from passing bard." He lowered his tone so only people that were near him would hear.
"They come from the dark, they hide in shadow, they leave their mark, the earth becoming sallow. The blood runs cold, and the winds carry their cry, death comes untold, and men left to die. They walk with scythes, inhuman they scream, the living pay the tithes, an undertakers dream. Bound by no man, they steal his breath, faster than one can, they are the walkers of death."
He finished the rhyme bards had sung to him. "Now I do not blame anyone who wishes to turn back, You will still have your life left and the honor that you hold. You will find no fault within the empire, nor with the gods. These are unholy creatures, that no one has seen the ilk of in the existence of this world. But I will be honored to stay by each and everyone one of you until my final breath. The gods compel me to rid the lands of this foul atrocity and I will not fail."
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~GM SPOT FOR AFTER CONVERSATIONS TO KEEP STORY PROGRESSING~
Once the group had finished talking and getting to their destination of the caravan they were met by a large dwarf, his beard a deep brown and almost to his knees. "Well, wot can I do ya fer?" His voice surprisingly high for their kind, "I dun suppose ya are the band'a fools that plan on goin' to Paron are ya?" He shook his head quickly, "Why'm even askin' obviously ya are, clad up in ya metal armor thinkin' it will keep ya safe. Ya all are fools, daft ya hear me? Those claws'll rip that plate like it is a hot knife through cold butter!" He climbed aboard his wagon sitting down in what seemed to be a plush area. "Come aboard ya all are ridin' with Doric. No complaints, ya all can fit here."
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The woman in the brothel quickly ran to the room that Tobias was staying at, "You didn't get your summons!" She then handed him a small rolled up parchment, inside contained the words:
"By the order of Emperor Eyrin you are tasked to join an expedition to Paron, the group of adventures will be leaving within the day. Catch the caravan run by Doric. You will be paid handsomely for your assistance, and ask your compatriots what the task is, for it is too important to be written on this document should it fall into the wrong hands. Signed Marzio Caldwell, scribe of Emperor Eyrin." The royal seal was pressed in wax next to the signature.
The woman ushered him out, "You must be quick, Doric doesn't stay long in town!"
______ | Name: Sayrin Mordun
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Job: Royal Guard, asked for the leadership role to take the group of adventurers to Mt. Daymon.
Weapon of choice: A long-sword, and a large steel square shield with the Royal Guards seal upon it. Crossing blood red scythes behind a dark purple skull.
Personality: Sayrin is blunt, to the point of being harsh, especially when it goes against the will of the gods. He is easy to approach, albeit gruff-looking, honest and caring about his men, or followers.
Background: Sayrin joined into the Emperor's militant forces at the age of 14, training himself harshly on a daily basis while communing with the gods even if he never got a reply. He slowly rose up the ranks until his 23rd year of life, where he caught wind of a scheme to assassinate the emperor, stopping it before the culprit could get the poison into the wine. After that moment he was assigned to the Royal Guard, and has faithfully been serving the Emperor, and the gods for another 9 years. Now at the ripe age of 32 he is built strong, and you can almost see the holy light emanating from him.
Other information: Sayrin can be seen every morning bowed in silent prayer to the gods. |
55,374 | 1,514 | 16 | 2,026 | 73 | Chuckling at Vas' comment regarding his past, Sam smiled, "Word has a way of spreading does it not, and I hope the gods are as forgiving as you say, we shall need there favour". Pausing to ponder the word about the Brother's sight, it seemed he had been right not to underestimate the priest, he was clearly as perceptive, if not more so than any of his companions.
As they were speaking Sayrin had caught up, when he finished speaking Sam would be lying if the bard's words did not instill him with fear, but fear was good. Fear stopped you from underestimating your opponent. "I have pledged to lend my sword to this mission, and I will not back out now, I'm in this until the end." Sam uttered in a rare moment of seriousness, he appreciated the paladin's honesty though. A lesser man would have reassured them with false tales of an easy journey, at least they had caravan to lend haste to the first leg of their journey, they would need as much of their energy as possible for the trouble to come. | Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27. |
55,375 | 1,514 | 17 | 2,338 | 426 | I honestly had no idea who you were until you spoke, Brother Vas replied to Sam as Sir Sayrin caught up with them. "The skills I have learned in my time with The New Order helps me learn what needs to be know, when I need to know it. I know you are their, I know how relatively far way you are and what you are doing, an I know who you are. It is quite odd actually."
Brother Vas turned to Sayrin, listening to his memory of a bard's song about their future foe. He knew these things were of a dark nature and that they were bloodthirsty fiends. He knew what he needed to know, but not enough to understand. He knew what others knew, from the stories of peasants to the fears of noblemen. The Slysari were harbingers of the end, reapers of the darkest nature, and truly apex predators. But Brother Vas did not fear them. He knew his chances of falling to the horde was very much possible, but the god's had shined light into him before. Brother Vas would be this group's light.
"As do I, noble paladin," the holy man replied, "I know not if we share the same gods friend, but I know that they must be allies in this war we are about to wage. There will be a solution to this calamity, for their always is. Gods did not create The First Men so that their decedents would fall to demonic beasts." | Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Job: Spiritual Adviser
Weapon/Magical Abilities:
- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.
- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.
- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.
- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.
- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.
Personality: Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.
Background:Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.
Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.
Other Information:
- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!
- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.
- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game. |
55,376 | 1,514 | 18 | 982 | 1,162 | With a goal set in her mind and nothing else to say to the emperor, Mia took her leave and joined the others. She mused to herself on what a ragtag bunch they are...Did the emperor picked ballots from a hat or something? There certainly was little rhyme or reason, but at least they'll keep her company throughout the entire quest. She can see it now...Their names being called and heralded as heroes of the continent! Wouldn't be amazing to be seen as a big-shot hero? Having quite enough of her all too hopeful reverie, the girl caught up with the group in the streets.
Once at the caravan, the heavily-armored man began to recite a poem that had been sung by bards it would seem. The little piece told of the atrocity that are the Slysari, much like what the emperor had said, these creatures are basically demons, perhaps moreso. The thought of facing them up close made Mia shiver...Imagine encountering one while being separated from the group? Creepy.
When Sayrin was done he began to talk about how there's no more turning back, and how basically these things need to be erased from the world.
The girl raised her voice in response, "Well let's get going then! The less chit-chat, the faster we can kill these things!" Even if her words were spoken with slight fear, her excitement was getting the better of her and made her more than ready to depart and start seeing sparks fly.
After a while of idle chit-chat, the caravan met to a halt and they were greeted by a dwarf. Mia never liked dwarves, she always saw them as crude...This one was no exception. The girl was trying to hold back all the comebacks she could shout at this little man but she knew that he would be vital to their quest and just decided to keep silent. "Hmph." She puffed at the thought of riding with the dwarf, but alas there's nothing she can do. Still keeping silent, Mia climbed aboard the wagon in what she thinks is a comfortable enough spot. | Name: Mia Marquis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Mia appears as a very young and cheerful looking teenager who stands at a petite 5'3", many people mistake her for a child at first glance. Having bright green eyes that show a glint of joy with every blink, atop her short peach-colored hair is a big magician's hat adorned with flowers. Her outfit consists of a sleeveless button-up dress with a frilly top decorated with a floral pattern and ends at the bottom with a big puffy skirt.
Her legs are covered with a pink pantyhose lined with various fruits to accentuate her already colorful attire, her feet are wearing purple frilled flats. Her hands are covered with long gloves that-with just a few more inches-reach her shoulders.
Her physique is nothing too noteworthy, being on the slight side of slim and as much as one would expect from a magic-user, not the most battle-ready body out there. If anything, her frail figure makes it easy for her to get hurt, but it does make it easy for her to dodge and move about with ease.
(For reference I used:
Class: Wizard
Job: A traveling bard who has heard many stories of the plague, leading her to the area. She seeks fame and glory as she sets out to exterminate the plague...Hopefully.
Weapon of choice:
A wand that looks (as well as acts) like a musical baton. This dual-formed weapon changes which magic she uses. In its Wand form, she can call upon spirits from various tales and story books to aid her and her companions. Said companions all appear as small, cute and plush-like to an almost comedic degree, but the adorable critters can prove to be just as fearsome as their real counterparts, even with their watered-down abilities/weapons. But as one would expect from small bite-sized clones of their originals, it doesn't take much effort to temporarily destroy one of the buggers.
In Baton form, Mia can call upon various instruments from thin air to fulfill a more supportive role. She can orchestrate a battaglia that can inspire a fighting spirit to her allies, a requiem to soothe her friends and heal their wounds, an elegy to fill the minds of their foes with sudden thoughts of melancholy and dread, or she can simply rattle the eardrums of their adversaries by making said instruments play with deafening volumes ad nauseam. Of course, as the plays the musical piece she is left wide open as the effects slowly sink in.
Personality:
Bright, colorful and always in high spirits. Mia is a girl who is just oozing with happiness, a thing that she wishes to share with the others around her, it's a trait that people either love or hate. Despite this cheery personality however, belies a sensitive girl who hides her insecurities and problems behind one big smile.
Mia enjoys the company of others, so as long as they can show her a good time, appreciate a good laugh and not be a stuck-up jerk. If there is one big flaw she has, it's her childishness. Mia is one who isn't exactly the most mature teen out there, she's prone to sudden outbursts when she doesn't get what she wants, is disheartened when not everyone agrees with her and is overly excitable to the point of recklessness.
Background:
Born as an only child to a musician and a sorceress. Mia was always closer to her musically-inclined father and decided to follow in his footsteps of composition. At a young age, Mia could play various instruments that her father kept around. Violins, trumpets, drums, etc. When she picked it up, you could be sure that she'd perform like everyone was watching, this fancied her so much that she began to compose some of her own original works with the help of her father. Her mother, while disappointed that her daughter did not share her views in the arcane, was still proud of her nonetheless.
Eager to please her mother (as well as the masses), Mia had a sudden idea: "Why not use magic to make my performances prettier?!" With a little bit persistence, her mother managed to teach her the basics of summoning and illusions. When the day finally came for her big public debut, Mia got out her wand and in the middle of the marketplace...Performed like she never did before. Instruments forming out of thin air playing sweet melodies to the ears of the public, notes forming from the empty space she was in, vivid and vibrant colors that just exploded and set alight the marketplace and soon she was the center of attention. When it was all over, the rattled girl wasn't expecting a massive applause and demands for an encore. This little impromptu orchestra made her so happy and giddy, so much so that it became her reason to travel all over the land, eager to spread her uplifting performances everywhere. |
55,377 | 1,514 | 19 | 2,338 | 426 | Good day Doric, Brother Vas greeted with a smile despite the dwarf's attitude "Am I right in saying that I've seen your brother Floric at Emperor's Day Mass? Good man, but only seems to come to The First Temple whenever he is 'in need of luck'."
The holy man took the farthest seat he could, resting his arms against the backs of the cart. He was never bothered by cramp caravans like this, rather enjoying the obvious convenience and discomfort over walking. It was a pleasant day for a caravan ride, for the sun shined pristinely in the sky with a cool refreshing gust breezing past his face. Brother Vas removed his hood, revealing a completely shaved head and the outline of rigid scars that escape the bandages. His disfigurement was not to noticeable to warrant disgust, but he preferred keeping the marks of feral darkness hidden away from the sight of good people. | Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Job: Spiritual Adviser
Weapon/Magical Abilities:
- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.
- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.
- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.
- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.
- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.
Personality: Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.
Background:Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.
Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.
Other Information:
- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!
- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.
- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game. |
55,378 | 1,514 | 20 | 998 | 94 | Heath's wine was gone for a while, when he had finally reached the gates of Paron. Five canteens of wine and a small gold pouch was his payment for escorting a wine merchant to his previous destination. Heath had agreed to escort another one of the wine merchant's friends, but took the wrong turn along the way to him, so now that plan was off. Now all he could hope for was to find some work in Paron.
Heath had visited the town a couple of times but never came in through this road. It was by no means comparable to the capital, Sharu, but a pleasant settlement, a crossroad of sorts. At least several roads from cities and towns around crossed here. Many people stopped here to replenish their supplies or spend a cozy, warm night.
The guardsmen did not spare a second glance as Heath went through the gate - for them he was yet another traveller seeking shelter as storm clouds were brewing and a rain would be upon the city come night, no doubt. The man turned his horse for a bigger street with white stone pavement. Heath knew that people called it the "Emperor's Way", as the street would eventually lead to the Large Gate which starts the road to the capital. After walking his horse along the Emperor's Way for some time, he eventually found the inn he was looking for. The Lion's Tooth it was called. One of the, if not the, most expensive inns in the town, but every wealthier traveller would spend their night there.
Heath left his horse in a stable nearby, where he got a small paper indicating that the horse was his and went inside the inn. This inn actually had its own wardens, one of them guarding the doors, not letting in common drunks and folk that their eye saw unfit to pay for a night here. Three days of road-drinking did not make Heath look a fitting candidate, so he already had his coin pouch in hand and waved it as he entered. The man probably barely fitted in their eyes as the guards let him pass after exchanging a couple of glances. Heath then went to a free table and sat, ordered a beer, food and a room for two nights. That cost him the whole coin pouch; a sad end to his savings, but Heath’s best shot at finding a well-paying job in Paron. The man then tried to listen to people talking around him, hoping to overhear something useful and hopefully find a way to earn some good coin from these wealthy travellers. | Name: Heath of Dailor
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Heath does not seem a person one would call large or strong, or swift at that matter. He is somewhat muscular, though not exceptionally, about 6 feet tall. He wears his shorter than shoulder length hair loose and has a short boxed beard. Both his hair and beard are dark-brown, yet the colour seems somewhat lighter due to constant exposure to dust, Sun and rain on the road. Heath's eyes are of greenish shade.
Usually seen with his heavily-worn armor, which has no banner or other distinctive features. You would not call it heavy armor as he only wears a breastplate with leather pants, boots and gloves. Heath's travel cloak, that covers his back and shoulders, is probably his least worn item.
Class: Fighter/Warrior
Job: A poor wandering self-proclaimed knight
Weapon of choice: Sword that he handles with exceptional care. Has a bunch of daggers hidden in his clothing, because that's how a wanderer lives on.
Personality: Heath is silent, yet he hears and remembers most of what people talk around. He is not easily set off and rarely does he help others, unless that furthers his interests. Most of the time, he tries to use wit over force, though is not reluctant to use either. His look is that of an uncertain and a sad man, yet behind his eyes hides a highly pragmatic, sometimes cruel even, person. He values result and is prepared for sacrifices in order to achieve what he aspires. His whole "philosophy" is built on him spending most of his life on the road. If he has a certain trait that he never lost from his young days its his stubbornness.
Background: Heath was a thirdborn to a castellan of his hometown Dailor. Being a thirdborn he had neither the chances to marry into the local lord's family nor inherit any of his father's titles or wealth on his passing. Thus he aspired to be a knight and join one of the noble and respected orders as would be any boy's dream. He studied many things on his father's behest, learned to write and read, the art of swordsmanship, tactics and a couple of other things, however this life went to an abrupt end when bandits ambushed the castellan's family travelling to their summer residence. Heath does not know much of what happened to his family, since he was abducted by the bandits on their retreat. Heath was thirteen years old by then. Spending a couple of months as their prisoner and seeing that his father was not even trying to pursue the bandits, he managed to talk himself into the band and eventually became not their prisoner but a member. As it is with bands of outlaws, some of them desert, some of them die; eventually, 9 years after his abduction, all of them parted their ways.
Heath continued to travel the world, having looted some decent-looking gear and sharpening his swordsmanship throughout the years on road. He would usually pass himself of as a poor knight, although he was never actually knighted. He lived off by protecting caravans, travelers, scavenging and other not-so-noble deeds.
Other information: Heath considers talking himself into the outlaw band one of the greater achievements of his, not only because that most likely saved his life, but also because because his stubbornness would have never let him return to Dailor, since his father had not seemed to put much effort in finding him.
As of now he is 24 years old. |
55,379 | 1,514 | 21 | 2,105 | 68 | While Tobias had this gut feeling that he wasn’t going to stay here for long, it was not because he was expecting an invitation from the emperor. And while someone else might have followed up with the letter, because it had the royal seal, Tobias couldn’t stay without pondering. He knew that he was noticed, brothels were places where people learned most about the riches of the people. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise to Tobias, if some sort of thieves’ guild housed themselves beneath the very stones of the building. Tobias was vary because of this and didn’t fall to trust the letter in an instant.
He was pushed outside by the lady, because he had to be on his way already, to not miss these adventurers. Once outside, he took a good look around himself. He checked for every alleyway which he could use to run away if he is suddenly jumped by a few thugs. Killing a person on a road wasn’t as bad as killing one in the city. Cities have many eyes and someone would still learn, that it was you who killed this person. So running was the only option at this moment. But the weather wasn’t making it any better, for running on a slippery ground like that could’ve meant whether or not he would manage his escape.
No-one came out jumping on him, so he rushed between a few houses, into the darker alleyways, to hide from the rain and study the contents of the letter more thoroughly.
“If this is a legitimate calling, then I still have a day, because they aren’t going just yet, but this still doesn’t sound attractive at all. Offering us huge amounts of gold for our services? I didn’t know that the emperor did that. It’s as if it’s been written to sway me into going to this place, where I could get mugged. But the seal looks really well done. I can’t put my finger on why would someone go to such lengths just to invite me out to the open like this. This just doesn’t make sense! If they’re really traveling to Paron, they will have to meet me there.” Tobias rolled up the letter and got out back to the streets.
He knew the road from the capital to Paron pretty well, but he didn’t trust himself to manage to go there without a horse. He went to the stables, where he bought himself a horse for journey to the city north of the capital. With his new friend, a black mare, he rode out through one of the few gatehouses on the northeast of the Sharu. As he was walking through it, he looked at the intricate architecture of the gatehouse. This gatehouse was one of the three gatehouses that were unique. On both sides it had two huge dragon skulls, hanging and overlooking every person on the road to the gatehouse. The gatehouse itself was much narrower and taller than all others. “I should read up about this. I wonder who built this.”
The storm started around half an hour after Tobias had left the Sharu. He encouraged the mare to ride a little faster and put up a cloak on his head. It’s was going to be a few horrible and pretty difficult days for him and his steed, but he had to make sure, he was going to be able to get to Paron first, before the ‘adventurers’ did and keep an eye on the road while there. “If the letter turns out to be false, then I’ll figure things out in Paron. On the other hand, if the letter turns out to be true, then I will gladly join these adventurers. If an emperor is gathering up a group of adventurers, I think something grave is up. And the only thing that comes to mind at this point is…” he sighed. “Slysari.”
With those words, he once again encouraged his mare to ride even faster. | Name: Tobias
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Tobias is a tall fellow, he‘s around 6 feet 8 inches in height. He‘s got wide shoulders and a big, muscular build. There is one huge scar, from the back of his neck, to the bottom of his back.
He prefers bulky and big armors for traveling, but he does get into cloth robes for various rituals and healing procedures.
While being somewhere in the middle of the time of his life, he still moves around and lives as if he has just hit his adulthood.
Class: Cleric
Job: A wanderer. He used to lead a mercenary company called Water Ambers.
Weapon of choice:
• Sword of the Water Ambers – During the time, Tobias led the mercenary company, they had swords made specifically for them. They have runic engravements, without runic power imbuement. The sword itself is a light, medium length claymore.
• A Scythe “Silence” of the Water Ambers – The only scythe that has been made for the Water Ambers and used only by Tobias. This scythe was made by the best blacksmiths and mages around. It’s imbued with magical powers, which makes flora die and decay, and flesh to be destroyed. At this point in the story, the scythe has been lost.
Personality: Calm and collected, rational most of the time. Because of this, he can make decisions when other people might be doubting, and take all the consequences onto himself. A thinker, not a talker. He’d rather stay silent and wonder about the situation by himself, rather than involve himself in conversations. He will, if he has no other choice or the situation require him to speak.
While it might not seem so from the beginning, but Tobias is empathic and he enjoys helping other people around him, even if he doesn’t express himself and his joy too much. Being taught by the clerics from the young age he has taken in their virtues and while not necessarily holding up to them himself at this point, he tries to spread the words of the clerics to the world.
Background: Tobias is an orphan. He was left by the gates of an orphanage almost right after he was born, without a single note on him. No-one knows who put him by the gates, nobody has seen him being given away. His parentage is lost to everyone.
In his youngsts, he has shown a particular interest in reading and learning, especially in botany and medicine. He was the only boy that tended the gardens around the orphanage and even if he was made fun of by other boys in the orphanage, he kept at it. “The gardens had never looked better!” he heard people say and that was enough praise for him to stay focused on his work.
In his teens, he usually got into fights with other orphans because of his botanical work, and he lost most of the times, because other boys were just stronger than him, as he was rather slim. Because of this, he decided to work not only on his mind, but on his body as well. He figured there had to be a balance between those two powers. With time, he got a little bulkier and a little bit stronger and once he started to win the fights other orphans initiated.
And just like that, working on the gardens, reading and studying the worlds around him and training he has reached his adulthood. He left the orphanage and sought the knowledge of the clerics and joined their order. There, he has learned the arts of healing the world around him, both living and non-living. Cleansing the lands of evil and curses, restoring life to plants and wildlife. His studies didn’t go for long, because after around seven or eight years he suddenly disappeared from the order. No-one but Tobias knows why he deflected and ran away.
The fear was, that he’s going to use his knowledge for wrongdoing, and while Tobias himself didn’t think that what he was doing was bad, his reputation got worse between the clerics. On the other hand, the mercenaries and wanderers, who didn’t have a place in a world started to look up to him. He was Father Tobias of the mercenary company the Water Ambers.
Water Ambers were different from other companies. Where most of the companies were ruthless and uncontrollable, the Water Ambers were complete opposite. They did everything calmly, they finished their tasks and never took more than what was promised. To become an Amber one had to go through a trial put up by the Father Tobias and he chose who was worthy and who wasn’t, which is why the Water Ambers were so orderly.
The Water Ambers were one of the best and most popular mercenary company around, they even had a House of the Ambers set up in one of the bigger cities. They had smiths and tailors working for them, making armors of weapons for them. It almost had become a full-blown branch of religion.
But as suddenly as they had appeared, just as suddenly they disappeared. Rumors were going around that it was destroyed internally and the order that the company once had was destroyed and beyond restoration. But those were rumors and no-one really know what has happened.
After this, Tobias went out into the world to wander and help people in need.
Other information: The biography is what is known about Tobias life from other people. A huge part of his life and motivations are shrouded in mystery that only he knows. |
55,380 | 1,515 | 0 | 1,347 | 749 | The snowy blizzard blew violently through the dead forest. The wooling as it brushed past the tree sounded like the sprits of the past tormented by atomic fire. But past these horrific sounds was something far worse. The fine crunching sound of heavily armoured boots wading through the snow.
Forty-Seven troops, all wearing identical uniforms with an E surrounded by starts stitched in, adapted for winter operations and able to live up to the standards of the Canadian Wastes. Heavy respirator breathing filled the air as the troops continued marching on. Their weapons ready to fire upon anything that moved. Leading them – Colonel Davis, he however was not wearing the matching uniform, instead he wore Advance Power Armour of unknown origin.
“Move it! We’re almost at the site!” He beckoned as he turned to face his troops who were clearly exhausted from miles of hiking without rest. An officer ran up Davis, holding some form of PDA in his hand.
“Sir, at this rate we may miss this passing off the satellite.” He said, his hands shaking from the sheer weather. Davis gave a low sigh.
“We best keep moving then!” | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,381 | 1,515 | 1 | 1,282 | 125 | I really need to pee.
The most annoying part about winter scouting jobs was that it was always a pain to relieve yourself. Wearing six layers certainly kept out the cold and snow, but when you needed to take a leak, peeling it all back was just a hassle. Of course, you could play the waiting game and hold it, but after fifteen hours of patrol, you had to deal with it eventually. Either you took the time to unlayer, or you let it go in your drawers.
And Garrett Hudson wasn't one to deal with an enemy after having just recently pissed his pants.
Sighing, he leaned his rifle on the wall beside him, took the time to unzip, and took care of business, careful to keep hidden in a small foxhole while doing so, still keeping a relative eye on his surroundings. Not that there had been anything nearby recently, of course, but you never knew out here in the wastes.
Hudson was tall, a little over six foot, with the strong build of someone who spent his days dealing with the dangers of the wastes face-to-face. He was lean, with large arms and broad shoulders, but with a litheness to his movements that betrayed a past of discipline and training.
Well, aside from his current activity, of course.
He looked over the weapon, a little over half as tall as he was, with a long barrel and a black finish, tipped with the angled edges a flash suppresor right on the muzzle. The weapon had gotten him through plenty of scrapes, especially on these little freelance scouting missions. The long gun had definitely seen her share of action over the years.
This little mission had seemed simple enough. The Empire had been hiring freelancers to patrol the outer edges of BC, keeping an eye on coming threats. Ever since that damnable beam in the sky had fired off, wiping out Tsing Sha, things had been pretty tense out here. Whispers said that some of the big boys from down south were making their way up to investigate, which spun up Hudson's insides with a mix of dread and excitement.
He and the NCR had tangled plenty of times over the years, and he had the scars to prove it. He'd even taken on one of the Brotherhood Paladins a while back, and though the damnable armor had proven too hardy, he'd escaped with only a few scars, which he considered a win. So either of the groups making their way up here seemed like par for the course.
Let's see 'em shiver up here with us, then.
Hudson had been hired, along with several other freelance scouts, to patrol in the southern outlands, and relay anything unusual back to IC. So far, the days had been pretty dull, with the occasional mole rat popping its head out to investigate, which had made his rations go a little further, meat on the cooking fire.
He'd been given a transmitter, but it was back at his camp - No need to carry that damn box around with him on patrol. It was almost forty pounds, and thankfully had a backpack to it, but he didn't want to have that kind of weight slowing him down.
The air was cold, and the ice was turning to steam. He gazed around pointedly, his eyes noticing movement on the horizon.
"Shit!" He softly cursed himself. Things always seemed to happen just when he wasn't quite ready for it. "Shit, shit, shit!"
He quickly hurried things along, unreasonably cursing himself for having dared to drink water in the first place, especially mid-patrol. He willed himself to hurry, despite his bladder refusing to cooperate.
Finally, he finished up and buttoned up, relayering quickly and snatching up his rifle. He pressed against the wall, and peered through the scope, trying to get a bead. He was too low, and only got a few glimpses.
The soldiers were wearing winter suits and breathing masks, and moved with military precision, but Hudson didn't recognize the uniform. They had a symbol stitched on their arms, of the letter "E" surrounded by stars. If he didn't know any better, it looked like a variation on the Imperial symbol, with the letter in the middle instead.
Some new group of specialists?
No, that didn't make any sense. Imperial specialists used characters for their variant symbols, not English letters. Besides, he probably would have been told if they had a group operating out in the area. He stepped back, and for a split second, realized that he'd leaned against the wall exactly where he'd just finished up his little break.
Rolling his eyes and cursing again, he stealthily made his way out of the foxhole, keeping low as he climbed up a nearby building, gaining a better vantage point. He continued to crouch forward, and could finally see the group clearly through his rifle scope.
About fifty or so.
They were organized, and quiet, moving along with precision, though those masks kept their identities shrouded. Still, they seemed to be slowly making their way northward, and that was worth reporting, especially considering the weapons in their arms and the surely loaded packs on their backs.
Hudson climbed backwards, and made his way slowly out of the building. Sure he was out of eyesight, he hustled back towards his camp. He'd secluded himself into an old bunker, hidden under the snow and relatively unnoticed. The only way in was by twenty feet of tunnel, so he'd considered the location secure for his gear. He rushed into the impromptu snowcave, leaned his rifle against the table, and and immediately switched on the transmitter. It flickered to life with a subtle hum.
"This is Blue Tiger, Code 5665. We've got movement in the southlands, about three-hundred miles south of IC."
The response took a moment, the words coming with a sharp accent. "Confirmed, Blue Tiger. How many?"
"About fifty, I'd wager. Armed, with a weird "E" symbol on their uniforms. Don't know who they are."
"Understood, Blue Tiger. Do you need to be extracted?"
"No," replied Hudson. "I'll track them for a while. I don't think they've seen me. I'll pack up and follow, and report in later."
"Confirmed, Blue Tiger. We will communicate with you at that time."
Hudson switched off the transmitter, and stood quiet for a moment, listening. He could have sworn he heard something, but he wasn't sure. Reaching to his shoulder holster, he pulled out Fiona, his trusty 12.7mm pistol, holding it warily before him and glancing about.
He approached the tunnel, listening intently, and yet again, silently cursed himself.
I probably should have taken the extraction. | Name: Garrett Hudson
Age: 34 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Currently Independent, Previous Unknown
Picture/Appearance:
With dark hair and green eyes, there are few notable features about his face aside, of course, from the numerous scars and evidence of past injuries. He is usually seen wearing jeans, a rough shirt, a worn-down fedora and a Seattle Police Department SWAT riot vest, though it's been remarked that the red bandana tied to his shoulder seems a little out-of-place for someone so practical.
The man walks through the wasteland with a positive attitude wholly unsuited to one who has seen such violence. Instead, he's usually got a smile on his face, sunglasses on his eyes, and a joke on the tip of his tongue.
Backstory:
Known for his positive attitude and easy-going manner, Hudson has been a welcome sight in the past five years, especially in the BC Wasteland, and those who know him quite like the man. However, not many can quite pin down where the man came from, and when exactly it was that he arrived, though most seem to recall that it was about 2270 or so. He has been a regular staple in and out of Gastown ever since, though he's often gone for days, even weeks at a time, always coming back with unique salvage to trade.
Hudson's history, however, isn't something he likes to discuss very much. He doesn't like to talk about the numerous scars on his arms and back, and certainly not strange brand on the back of his right shoulder, that of a bull with an "X" burned over it. Several who have been insistent about such things have been given clear, no-nonsense warnings from behind the muzzle of Hudson's 12.7mm pistol, Fiona. As of yet, she hasn't had to provide a stronger argument than simply a glare.
Still, Hudson has formed a kinship with the people of the Vancouver Wasteland, and seems especially willing to do whatever is necessary to keep others from harm. He acts with swift justice against any who would try to plunder or pillage at the expense of others, and is especially perturbed by any who try to inflict their will upon others, letting Fiona back up his arguments when his personal charm can't quite seem to get the job done.
But despite his overall "righteous" demeanor, surely one with Hudson's fighting skills had to come from somewhere. And surely a man so determined to cause a ruckus can't avoid notice forever. |
55,382 | 1,515 | 2 | 407 | 586 | Bluey looked through his binoculars and gazed at the large group that was moving towards him and his boys. He was out on a usual hit and run mission on a settlement to the south to test their defences. It wasn't until this new lot popped up that he stopped and took notice. He saw that there was a whole bunch of them, they looked like pros and had some great gear on them, as well as some weird E thingy on them. He looked at his lot, and frowned. He mostly had a lot of Jet guys with him, they were good as snipers and gunners, as well as a few Psycho users who were mainly crowd control, all in all he had about 30 with him, all pissed off and itching for a fight. "Alright folks, change of plans." He spoke to his boys, "We got some new jacks coming towards us, and they mean buisness. The usual plan for an ambush, dig find somewhere with protection and cover yourselves with snow. We may need bait, you!" He pointed at a Raider who was a heavy user of MedX and liked to use clubs. "Lie down in the centre here and bleed a little, just enough to make it look like your badly hurt. When they come to check ya, beat their heads in." Everyone nodded and got to work, the MedX boy grabbed a gun and shot himself in the side, just enough to bleed a lot without doing too much damage, or at least what he thought he could live with, and played dead, right in the middle of everyone waiting as patiently as they ever could. | Name: Bluey
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Dirty with a crazed look in his eye. Looks like he is permanently high on Chems. Is covered in scars from head to toe. Had red hair, athletic build and is always dressed in combat boots and pants, and a gas mask.
Affiliation: Raiders
Backstory: He can't remember much from his old life, only that he used to live in a settlement that was overrun by Raiders when he was very young. From the stories some of the older Raiders tell, the boss at the time took a shine to him, and decided to keep him alive and not sell him to anyone, or eat him. He was made to do chores around the Raider camp, and was soon addicted to Chems. A couple of years of this kind of living, and he soon became one of them, a Raider. He helped attack towns, caravans and even lone groups of travelers. He was soon known for being one of the most fearless and tough Raider in the area, rivalled only by a handful of others. He began to heavily use Mentats and didn't like taking any of the others because they made him feel weird. Eventually the group he was with noticed he was smarter, and the leader usually allowed him to come up with the plans for attacking towns and the like, though whoever the leader was depended on who killed the last one and took their place. Now, Bluey is second in charge to a large group of Raiders, and is very proud of being second, and very loyal to the boss. |
55,383 | 1,515 | 3 | 1,347 | 749 | “Sir!” Cried the Officer with the unusual PDA as he ran towards Davis. “We’re here! But… I don’t see anything. How, how can that be? These are the precise coordinates given by President Irons.”
However, Davis did not seem moved, he merely inspected the horizon, as if he attention was drawn to it; but he then suddenly remember that time was critical here.
“Fear not Lieutenant, it’s here.” He answered, crouching down and brushing the snow away. As the snow clear, a small metallic disk revealed itself. It was an intended logo that held resemblance to that of their own. Again he looked up, knowing that he was being watched, but he couldn’t delay any further. From his pocket he removed a coin with the Enclave logo carved into it and placed it gently within the crucible then stood back up again.
He took a few steps back and for a while nothing happened. The murmurs of disappointment swept over the troops, but before and could suggest that this activity was a waste of time, the recognisable sound of layers of snow and ice cracking roared thunderously through the dead forest.
From the floor, a metal structure rose, covered in snow and ice that fell as the structure continued to grow unaccountably. Most of the troops retreated to a jogging pace well away from the structure. – Military Origin. It took about twenty minutes before the shaking and deafening sound to stop.
“My God…” The officer whispered under his breath.
“Time?” Davis commanded, seemingly unimpressed by the structure that grew in front of him. The officer scramble from his awe shock and rushed to operate his PDA.
“Two hours til pass over, Sir!” the Officer replied.
But before Davis was able to issue any orders, the faint echoing of a gunshot disrupted his trail of thought. He immediately turned to the troops, signally a particular squad and pointing towards the ridge.
“Zion Squad, investigate that disturbance!” He bellowed.
No confirmation was needed, five of the troops then began to head towards the location of where the gunshot was heard while to others followed Davis into the base. | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,384 | 1,515 | 4 | 1,412 | 622 | Abram had been tracking the strange group of soldiers for quite a while now. He knew enough from his 213 years as a ghoul to recognize the star-encircled 'E' as the symbol of the Enclave, remnants of the Pre-War US government and military, though they hardly acted anything like their predecessors. As he watched them from a distance through his rifle's scope, carefully adjusting the zoom occasionally, he noted that they seemed to be searching for something. Shifting position to both move closer and provide better cover in the foliage, Abram watched in shock and awe as the base arose from the ground. "Well, that can't be good." He mumbled to himself. He noted another group of the soldiers trekking off into the forest, while the others entered the base. Taking great care to avoid being spotted by the main force, he began to track the smaller group, noting the bleeding man lying the ground, who looked much like the area's local raider population. "Odd for the raiders to be operating this far out during the winter." Abram spoke to himself as he peered through the rifle scope yet again. Probably an ambush, best to wait until the shooting starts before making my move. he thought, rushing to stack snow and foliage around him as a means of cover. With that done, he took to the scope one last time, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make itself clear. Keeping the rifle propped up on a log, one hand on the grip, He thumbed the small cross around his neck, praying for safety, and for his shots to fly true. | Name: Abram Martin
Age: 237
Gender: Male
Race: Ghoul
Appearance: Abram has the rotting, carcass-colored flesh trademark of ghouls, though his time spent in the wilderness means more vegetative growth graces his body. His scalp is graced by enough hair to be somewhat presentable, and his eyes burn with a bright, fiery red glow. He wears his old US Army olive fatigues, though covered in grime and dirt, with black hiking boots, and an old US Air Force bomber pilot jacket from before the Great War. He also has a small wooden cross around his neck, tied with rope. For armaments he carries a scoped .308 bolt-action hunting rifle, an N99 10mm service pistol, a hunting knife, and a small switchblade hidden in his boot. He holds his gear and supplies in an olive green military backpack.
Affiliation: Solo, for now.
Backstory: Born in rural Washington State in 2054, Abram was raised catholic by his father and older brother John, with his mother having died after giving birth to him. His upbringing instilled in him a sense of faith, in both God and Humanity, and the patriotism rampant in pre-war America. Living in the rural woods, several miles from the nearest small town, his father and brother would often take Abram hunting with the family rifle, a tradition Abram upholds to this day. This is where he obtained his honed marksmanship skills that would come to serve him well in the future. By the age of 18, in 2071, Abram's American fervor and faith led to both him and his older brother enlisting with the American Armed Forces, with his brother serving in the Air Force, and himself serving in the Army. They both fought in the Liberation of Anchorage, with Abram winning a Silver Star for exceptional bravery. Abram's brother John was less lucky, being shot down in the return from a bombing run. Upon the end of Abram's tour of duty, John's jacket was given to him in memorium, which he wears to this day. After serving in the war against China, Abram returned to Washington, living in the home of his father, who had retired and moved away. This led to Abram's life as a wilderness man and near-hermit status, only making trips to town to purchase supplies, and sell off meat and furs. Perhaps it was this life that blessed him when the bombs fell, as he was far enough away to survive being obliterated, instead becoming a ghoul, doomed to liver forever. This is when he took to the wandering he does now, moving across the wastes with the game he hunts, trading and working in towns for goods and rest, before moving on to he next area. |
55,385 | 1,515 | 5 | 1,282 | 125 | The rumble was unmistakable - Something was moving out there. Something big.
A deathclaw? They hated the winter. Preferred to stay inside. Maybe a behemoth?
Hudson knew that super mutants would sometimes migrate south for the winters, if only because they weren't huge fans of the snow. They could certainly handle the cold just fine, often better than most of the winter residents, but food was scarce in the winter, and outside of just raiding the hell out of everything (and having to deal with Imperial forces), it was easier to follow the wildlife and hunt down radstags and the like in the North West Commonwealth.
So outside of the two brutish predators that he knew about, what the hell was making that sound?
Feeling the familiar weight of his pistol, he knew he had seven shots in there, along with the six or so clips on his leg pouch. If things started getting nasty, he wanted to be sure he was ready.
He stepped back to the table, re-clipping the transmitter into its spot on his backpack, and loading up a few supplies. He was either going to be getting out of here or not, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be coming back to the bunker. He tossed his ammo sling over his shoulders, strapped his pack down tight, holstered Fiona and snatched up his rifle as he made his way toward the sound, that just seemed to be getting louder, echoing its way through the tunnels with almost mechanical shrieks.
What is that noise?
He made his way down the tunnel stealthily, glancing about for an ambush as he reached the entrance. There didn't seem to be anyone nearby, and so he crept his way out, following his earlier footprints in the snow. Calmly, he approached a nearby building - an abandoned pre-war home from the looks of it, and slipped up to the second floor.
The house, much like the bunker entrance, were at the top of a small ridge overlooking the rest of the decimated town. He'd chosen this area specifically because it was high, and therefore would be an excellent vantage point if he needed to make a quick getaway. Thus, it was a great view of what was going on.
Laying down inside, and even before peering through his scope, he could easily see what was still causing the impressive, echoing noise.
In the middle of the town, an unreasonably large military building was raising itself out of the ground, emerging from the frozen earth as if from the grave, shedding snow all about as it began to tower into the sky. It was easily several stories tall, knocking trees and buildings alike to the side as it rose into place with an enormous clatter.
Hudson could hardly believe his eyes, and for a moment he forgot to breathe.
Apparently, the entire town had been built right on top of the place, and the building was designed to raise itself on massive gears up into place at... What? The push of a button?
While he'd certainly seen his share of crazy tech over the years, especially considering some of the Imperial Science Division projects he'd been a part of, there was no indication that there was a facility of this size here, so close to Vancouver. This was massive, and Hudson could only imagine the kind of tech that was in there. The ISD boys would have a field day.
The soldiers near the facility were simply watching the building continue to rise, some scanning the area, but most gawking just like Hudson was. With them mostly standing in place, he could see by the main concentration that his count had been right. There were somewhere between forty and fifty of the mask-wearing soldiers, though he could tell by their stances that they were being led by the one in some new variant of Power Armor.
Damn. I've only got one mag of AP rounds. There's no way I'll punch through that thing.
In the hands of each of the soldiers was well-maintained plasma rifle, and Hudson grinned. That would make an impressive trophy if he could snatch one on his way back home. Plus, he was sure the Imps could figure out all kinds of things based on weapons and gear that he recovered.
These were the kinds of extra bonuses that kept a merc like him employed. He started pondering a way to lure a few of the soldiers away. He didn't have the gear or the patience to take on the entire platoon, but two or three of them? He could drop them and loot them and be gone before anyone even noticed. His hand unconsiously reached back and tapped the handle of the combat knife on his thigh.
Cool and quiet.
Pulling his eye away from his scope, Hudson glanced about, and noticed that not even one-hundred yards away, the noise had attracted a few more visitors. From the looks of them, a group of raiders, about twenty or so, were gathering up. By their ragged appearance and less-than-impressive armor, he guessed they were Chemmies, the nickname Hudson had given to the heavy chem-using raiders who preferred their drugs to smart protection.
Well, this ought to be fun.
As the giant building finally settled into place, the enormous gears finally grinding to a halt, the raiders hid themselves about, except for a single one, who nonchalantly took a gun, and shot himself in the side, bleeding into the ground as he laid himself down.
Med-X. An ambush.
Responding to the sound, five of the troops began making their way toward the raiders, as the rest marched right into the facility.
Hudson smirked at the raiders' cleverness, and realized that he could probably take advantage of the situation. Five soldiers was a lot, but if he timed it just right, he could snag one of them, possibly even alive, and get some information and tech in the confusion.
Slowly, he lifted himself up and headed down the stairs, weaving through the buildings well away from the soldiers' approach, so as to come up behind them. | Name: Garrett Hudson
Age: 34 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Currently Independent, Previous Unknown
Picture/Appearance:
With dark hair and green eyes, there are few notable features about his face aside, of course, from the numerous scars and evidence of past injuries. He is usually seen wearing jeans, a rough shirt, a worn-down fedora and a Seattle Police Department SWAT riot vest, though it's been remarked that the red bandana tied to his shoulder seems a little out-of-place for someone so practical.
The man walks through the wasteland with a positive attitude wholly unsuited to one who has seen such violence. Instead, he's usually got a smile on his face, sunglasses on his eyes, and a joke on the tip of his tongue.
Backstory:
Known for his positive attitude and easy-going manner, Hudson has been a welcome sight in the past five years, especially in the BC Wasteland, and those who know him quite like the man. However, not many can quite pin down where the man came from, and when exactly it was that he arrived, though most seem to recall that it was about 2270 or so. He has been a regular staple in and out of Gastown ever since, though he's often gone for days, even weeks at a time, always coming back with unique salvage to trade.
Hudson's history, however, isn't something he likes to discuss very much. He doesn't like to talk about the numerous scars on his arms and back, and certainly not strange brand on the back of his right shoulder, that of a bull with an "X" burned over it. Several who have been insistent about such things have been given clear, no-nonsense warnings from behind the muzzle of Hudson's 12.7mm pistol, Fiona. As of yet, she hasn't had to provide a stronger argument than simply a glare.
Still, Hudson has formed a kinship with the people of the Vancouver Wasteland, and seems especially willing to do whatever is necessary to keep others from harm. He acts with swift justice against any who would try to plunder or pillage at the expense of others, and is especially perturbed by any who try to inflict their will upon others, letting Fiona back up his arguments when his personal charm can't quite seem to get the job done.
But despite his overall "righteous" demeanor, surely one with Hudson's fighting skills had to come from somewhere. And surely a man so determined to cause a ruckus can't avoid notice forever. |
55,386 | 1,515 | 6 | 1,248 | 1,804 | “Anythin’ will taste nice if you stuff it full of fruit and drown it in brandy; A mole rat iz no exception.”
“That as may be,” Matthew Dupont reasoned, scrunching up his nose slightly “but you might as well inject yourself with a syringe full of liquid radiation, for all the good eating a mole rat will do you.”
“Itz a clean mole rat.” Galhaena Calhoun insisted, shoveling another forkful of fried mole rat into her mouth.
“Those snag-toothed freaks role in their own shit and munch on trash! There’s no such thing as a clean mole rat.” Dupont scoffed, a crooked grin sliding up the side of his cheek.
“Well, I for one intend to enjoy every inch of Vancouver whilst I’m back down ‘ere.” The large woman took a delicate sip of something bitter and purple, wrapping her hand around the smooth glass cup.
“How’s it feel to be back home?” Dupont asked, smiling lightly after a brief pause.
“Odd,” The Trade Queen said simply “Feelz like I haven’t been here since I was a little girl.”
“Wouldn’t have been possible to make it cross-country without getting ripped up by zombies or Yao Guai when you were a little girl.” Dupont gave a throaty little chuckle “You’ve even started talking like one of those Quebecois.”
“Just going with the flow, Dupont.” Galhaena shrugged her broad shoulders “getting to sleep on a warm feather bed instead ov rubble and piss ‘elps to ease the burning shame of my outrageous conformity.”
“How about the burning pressure of running the Coalition?” Dupont asked, somewhat more seriously.
“I can dedicate day after days to keeping everything in check, and all it takes is one tiny little error to fuck everything up,” Galhaena admitted “It's...stressful.”
“Have you tried furiously masturbating?” Dupont smirked “that always helps me to relieve stress.”
Galhaena grinned ever-so-slightly, fluttering her eyelids “I’d never get any work done.”
“Never let work get in the way of a good workout.” Dupont declared loudly.
“Even if it's just my vagina that’s getting the workout?” She laughed softly.
“The vagina is a very important part of a woman’s body, madam.”
The hall that the pair were dining in had been little more than a pile of dust and rubble a few years back, but now it was a cathedral of high-ceilings and smooth brick. All across the frozen vastness of the Canadian Wasteland, bombed out ruins had been swept away and replaced with shanty towns and scrap metal shacks. The crippled husks of concrete leviathans had been restored to their pre-war glory, as a wave of new industrialization swept across the crisp white post-apocalyptia. The Coalition may have made many enemies, and committed countless atrocities, but it had all been worth it in the end.
This isn’t a world you can afford to be nice in.Galhaena thought to herself.There’s no profit to be made in holding other people’s opinions in high-regard.
“So,” Dupont inclined his head with a gentle tilt “what do we do about these military types?”
The Enclave may have thought their arrival had gone undetected, but the Coalition had practically every inch of the surrounding area mapped out.
“Mercy isn’t something zhat people such as ourselves can afford to extend,” The Trade Queen said in a voice that was as cold and firm as the empire she governed “its time we buried them in the snow.” | . |
55,387 | 1,515 | 7 | 407 | 586 | Bluey and his crew were in place when five of the E Troopers came walking towards them. They were being careful and searching very carefully to see if they have an ambush scenario on their hands, luckily they seemed to be blind as bats. The lead Trooper walked up and rolled over Mr MedX, when he did, he caused the Raider to roll quickly and swing his club at his head, causing a large debt to appear on it. As soon as that happened, all hell broke loose. The first Trooper went down like a lead weight, either dead or knocked unconscious, and the Raiders fired upon the others. The MedX freak kept hitting the first one over and over again, until a Laser round went through his neck, killing him instantly. Bluey ran over to the body of the first Trooper, along with a few others, and put him on the shoulders of a Buffout man. "Go! Get that back to the boss!" The man nodded, and the Raiders covered him as he went. A few more of their number went down, some dead, others wounded, but nobody cared. They were in the moment, they wanted blood. And these E buggers were the ones they wanted. | Name: Bluey
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Dirty with a crazed look in his eye. Looks like he is permanently high on Chems. Is covered in scars from head to toe. Had red hair, athletic build and is always dressed in combat boots and pants, and a gas mask.
Affiliation: Raiders
Backstory: He can't remember much from his old life, only that he used to live in a settlement that was overrun by Raiders when he was very young. From the stories some of the older Raiders tell, the boss at the time took a shine to him, and decided to keep him alive and not sell him to anyone, or eat him. He was made to do chores around the Raider camp, and was soon addicted to Chems. A couple of years of this kind of living, and he soon became one of them, a Raider. He helped attack towns, caravans and even lone groups of travelers. He was soon known for being one of the most fearless and tough Raider in the area, rivalled only by a handful of others. He began to heavily use Mentats and didn't like taking any of the others because they made him feel weird. Eventually the group he was with noticed he was smarter, and the leader usually allowed him to come up with the plans for attacking towns and the like, though whoever the leader was depended on who killed the last one and took their place. Now, Bluey is second in charge to a large group of Raiders, and is very proud of being second, and very loyal to the boss. |
55,388 | 1,515 | 8 | 1,347 | 749 | “Contact!” One of the troops yelled as the lead trooper fell to the floor with a solid clunk as they began to open fire with shells of plasma whirling through the trees, cutting down a few of the raiders whose body parts dissolved into glowing green goo. However, the troops did not pursue them, the rifle that was lost held a bio-metric lock, while eventually it could be broken into, the actual effort to do so would outweigh the worth of the weapon. One of the other troopers picked up the fallen one and placed him over his shoulder, heading back to the base.
Meanwhile in the base, engineers had rushed off into various departments, preparing power generators and such, however Davis had taken the only operational elevator down to the furthest level in the base where in front of him was a large, vault like door. Beside it was a terminal in which red text dashed across the screen.
Davis moved up to it and began to type in a lengthy passcode which then opened the vault door.
Behind it stood a large supercomputer, a ZAX-OEMGA series to be precise. However, it had some… odd modifications to it. They were clearly not of American design and they were hooked up to what looked like cooling stations.
Davis strolled up to the main terminal and began to type.
ESTABLISHING SATELLITE LINK
LOADING…
LINK TO ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU ESTABLISHED
BEGIN DOWNLOAD.
21%...
37%...
62%...
88%...
92%...
DOWNLOAD COMPLETE.
UPLOADING A.I PERSONALITY: ENC.COMMAND/BACKUP/EDEN_PROJECT/LEVELSEVEN/IRONS
UPLOAD COMPLETE
BOOT SEQUENCE IN 3…2…1…
WELCOME BACK MR. PRESIDENT | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,389 | 1,515 | 9 | 1,412 | 622 | When the fight broke out between the Raiders and the Enclave Troopers, Abram quickly lined up shots. With the echoing CRACK! of his rifle, one of the Enclave soldiers sustained a .308 leg wound, and dropped to the ground, blood staining the snow around him. Another loud explosion, and a Raider fell, his neck missing a large chunk. One more shot, and another Enclave man went down, his side gushing red from a gaping wound. With this, Abram took the time to reload his rifle, and carefully reposition himself, hiding amongst the foliage as he found a better position. From there, he took time to assess the situation, watching to see how the fight played out, making a mental note to clear out whoever lived from the brawl. | Name: Abram Martin
Age: 237
Gender: Male
Race: Ghoul
Appearance: Abram has the rotting, carcass-colored flesh trademark of ghouls, though his time spent in the wilderness means more vegetative growth graces his body. His scalp is graced by enough hair to be somewhat presentable, and his eyes burn with a bright, fiery red glow. He wears his old US Army olive fatigues, though covered in grime and dirt, with black hiking boots, and an old US Air Force bomber pilot jacket from before the Great War. He also has a small wooden cross around his neck, tied with rope. For armaments he carries a scoped .308 bolt-action hunting rifle, an N99 10mm service pistol, a hunting knife, and a small switchblade hidden in his boot. He holds his gear and supplies in an olive green military backpack.
Affiliation: Solo, for now.
Backstory: Born in rural Washington State in 2054, Abram was raised catholic by his father and older brother John, with his mother having died after giving birth to him. His upbringing instilled in him a sense of faith, in both God and Humanity, and the patriotism rampant in pre-war America. Living in the rural woods, several miles from the nearest small town, his father and brother would often take Abram hunting with the family rifle, a tradition Abram upholds to this day. This is where he obtained his honed marksmanship skills that would come to serve him well in the future. By the age of 18, in 2071, Abram's American fervor and faith led to both him and his older brother enlisting with the American Armed Forces, with his brother serving in the Air Force, and himself serving in the Army. They both fought in the Liberation of Anchorage, with Abram winning a Silver Star for exceptional bravery. Abram's brother John was less lucky, being shot down in the return from a bombing run. Upon the end of Abram's tour of duty, John's jacket was given to him in memorium, which he wears to this day. After serving in the war against China, Abram returned to Washington, living in the home of his father, who had retired and moved away. This led to Abram's life as a wilderness man and near-hermit status, only making trips to town to purchase supplies, and sell off meat and furs. Perhaps it was this life that blessed him when the bombs fell, as he was far enough away to survive being obliterated, instead becoming a ghoul, doomed to liver forever. This is when he took to the wandering he does now, moving across the wastes with the game he hunts, trading and working in towns for goods and rest, before moving on to he next area. |
55,390 | 1,515 | 10 | 1,347 | 749 | As the upload finished, more and more light began to flash rapidly in the room, hissing sounds of cooling canisters showed signs of a great beast awakening. Davis took a few steps back whilst saluting the terminal.
“Welcome to New Haven, Mister President.” Davis announced.
“Thank you Colonel. I can’t tell you how much better it feels to stretch my legs from that Deltron series… figuratively speaking.” The terminal spoke with a heavy southern accent. “Now that I am hooked up to this here much more… spacious facility, we can procced as planned.” He continued.
However, Davis was slightly anxious.
“Sir, I do not mean to be rude, but we have more current issues at hand. We need to get the base’s defences online a lot soon than expected.”
“I see… very well. Hold for a moment… Yes, seventy-two of the one hundred and fifty quad-guass turrets are operational… activating now. Anyone extra I should look out for, Colonel?”
“No sir, if they’re not on our mission roster, they are enemies of the Enclave.”
“Understood.”
Outside warning sirens began to play and a low, heavy hum echoed throughout the dead forest. On the base perimeter, turrets began to grow. Then the buzz of charging sounds soon made themselves known.
Suddenly they began to fire towards anything that was in line of sight. Trails of pure energy made short work of any poor soul that came into contact with it, reducing them to nothing but ash. The turrets themselves were layered in 60cm titanium plating. Meaning that small round fire would have little effect on them. However, the downside was that their movement for targeting was slower. But the sheer number of turrets made up for this flaw. | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,391 | 1,515 | 11 | 1,282 | 125 | Things went to hell well before Hudson could get into position. The raiders had pounced on the soldiers as soon as they'd reached the ruse, and suddenly blasts of plasma and dying screams echoed across the canyon. Still, though, Hudson peered around one of the buildings, searching for a moment to snatch something of value. He'd rather not leave this kind of engagement empty-handed.
The unmistakable "crack" of a hunting rifle caught his attention as a bullet pierced through the leg of one of the soldiers, sending him to the ground. Hudson leaned hard into the wall at his right, and started to scan, looking for a giveaway. It had to be a sniper, obviously, but if it was shooting at the soldiers, likely not one of their allies.
Or, just a really bad shot. Even in mortal danger, Hudson couldn't help himself.
He kept his eye on the other side of the valley, but still couldn't spot where the shot had come from.
CRACK! Another shot, and this time, a raider fell, a large chunk of his neck missing as the body twitched on the ground. Hudson kept his scan, and then he saw it.
The glint.
On the other side of the town valley, about three hundred or so yards off, Hudson noticed that some foliage was built up, hiding the shooter. He pulled his scope to his eye, and noticed, behind the scrub and snow, a shape was going through the well-rehearsed motions of reloading the rifle. He knew that the bolt-actions took a little time, and so prayed he had enough.
Hoping the shooter was using one of the popular hunting rifles, Hudson bolted along the far building and brush, moving quickly, but trying not to catch attention. With the main skirmish drawing attention, he should rather easily go unnoticed.
He kept up his sprint, avoiding the deeper drifts as much as he could, finally making his way to the other side of the valley, hopefully out of the sniper's notice. He turned back quickly, seeing that two of the Enclave soldiers were holding holding off the flank as the other, uninjured one had tossed the first with a leg wound over his shoulder in a fire carry, and was hoofing it back to the main building.
I'll have to loot the raiders if I want to get anything, here.
Shaking his head quickly, he continued his way up the valley side, and quietly approached the impromptu sniper's nest from behind, having slung back his rifle and pulled Fiona from her holster. The sounds of battle and blasts were still echoing, and so his footsteps seemed not even to make a sound.
He peered inside, but there was no one there. There was the imprint of a body in the snow, as if someone had recently been set there, but it looked like he'd moved on. Hudson noticed the tracks, and followed slowly, right into some scrub foliage a ways off. There, in the trees, he finally saw him.
Abram.
He'd had dealings with the infamous ghoul hunter a few times over the years. Sometimes they were on the same side. Sometimes, they weren't. This time, Abrams hadn't shot at him yet, so Hudson hoped it hadn't just been a lack of opportunity. But if he was taking pot shots at the soldiers, it seemed the two might end up being on the same side of this particular conflict.
Creeping up, Hudson kept his pistol aimed ahead, hoping to get into a better position before giving himself away.
But as he approached, a cacophony of grinding sounds came from the pop-up complex in front of them, and Hudson risked a glance to see numerous bristling turrets twisting into place, with twelve or so of them aiming directly at both Abram and himself.
Aw, hell.
"Get down!" Hudson shouted as he rushed forward, tackling Abram to the ground. The space above them as they landed behind a berm was perforated by laser fire. | Name: Garrett Hudson
Age: 34 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Currently Independent, Previous Unknown
Picture/Appearance:
With dark hair and green eyes, there are few notable features about his face aside, of course, from the numerous scars and evidence of past injuries. He is usually seen wearing jeans, a rough shirt, a worn-down fedora and a Seattle Police Department SWAT riot vest, though it's been remarked that the red bandana tied to his shoulder seems a little out-of-place for someone so practical.
The man walks through the wasteland with a positive attitude wholly unsuited to one who has seen such violence. Instead, he's usually got a smile on his face, sunglasses on his eyes, and a joke on the tip of his tongue.
Backstory:
Known for his positive attitude and easy-going manner, Hudson has been a welcome sight in the past five years, especially in the BC Wasteland, and those who know him quite like the man. However, not many can quite pin down where the man came from, and when exactly it was that he arrived, though most seem to recall that it was about 2270 or so. He has been a regular staple in and out of Gastown ever since, though he's often gone for days, even weeks at a time, always coming back with unique salvage to trade.
Hudson's history, however, isn't something he likes to discuss very much. He doesn't like to talk about the numerous scars on his arms and back, and certainly not strange brand on the back of his right shoulder, that of a bull with an "X" burned over it. Several who have been insistent about such things have been given clear, no-nonsense warnings from behind the muzzle of Hudson's 12.7mm pistol, Fiona. As of yet, she hasn't had to provide a stronger argument than simply a glare.
Still, Hudson has formed a kinship with the people of the Vancouver Wasteland, and seems especially willing to do whatever is necessary to keep others from harm. He acts with swift justice against any who would try to plunder or pillage at the expense of others, and is especially perturbed by any who try to inflict their will upon others, letting Fiona back up his arguments when his personal charm can't quite seem to get the job done.
But despite his overall "righteous" demeanor, surely one with Hudson's fighting skills had to come from somewhere. And surely a man so determined to cause a ruckus can't avoid notice forever. |
55,392 | 1,515 | 12 | 407 | 586 | Bluey noticed a few of the E Troopers going down from unknown fire. Then a few of his were killed by some sniper. Never the less, they were doing well, until turrets started popping up. As soon as those turrets started to rise, he knew he had only one option. Shit his pants and run. So he ran, "Run for it boys! Get the fuck outta here!" Just as he made it into some heavy cover, the turrets whirred to life, and rained hell on his guys. When he looked around, only a few other Raiders had made it. Whatever was inside that base, it was important. He took his guys and silently slipped away, heading back to base to inform the boss. | Name: Bluey
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Dirty with a crazed look in his eye. Looks like he is permanently high on Chems. Is covered in scars from head to toe. Had red hair, athletic build and is always dressed in combat boots and pants, and a gas mask.
Affiliation: Raiders
Backstory: He can't remember much from his old life, only that he used to live in a settlement that was overrun by Raiders when he was very young. From the stories some of the older Raiders tell, the boss at the time took a shine to him, and decided to keep him alive and not sell him to anyone, or eat him. He was made to do chores around the Raider camp, and was soon addicted to Chems. A couple of years of this kind of living, and he soon became one of them, a Raider. He helped attack towns, caravans and even lone groups of travelers. He was soon known for being one of the most fearless and tough Raider in the area, rivalled only by a handful of others. He began to heavily use Mentats and didn't like taking any of the others because they made him feel weird. Eventually the group he was with noticed he was smarter, and the leader usually allowed him to come up with the plans for attacking towns and the like, though whoever the leader was depended on who killed the last one and took their place. Now, Bluey is second in charge to a large group of Raiders, and is very proud of being second, and very loyal to the boss. |
55,393 | 1,515 | 13 | 1,347 | 749 | Soon the guns died down, anyone or anything within their targeting path had either ran to safety or had been vaporised into ash. Suddenly everyone with a radio through the wasteland had their channels automatically changed to the Enclave Station.
Greetings citizens of Canada! For too long have we been silent, for too long have people believed us to be dead, scattered and hiding under rocks!
But I, President Thomas F. Irons am pleased to tell you good people that the Enclave is back! Oh yes. Like a phoenix we have risen from the ashes of America to save not just America, not just Canada, but the World!
That's right good people. For too long have we been separate, believing that countries should fend for themselves, that our problems are greater than there's. But they're not! All of us were devastated by atomic fire, all of us have had loved ones lost. That stops today!
Today we regain our humanity! We the Enclave have developed a new cure, one that will help us all, generations of mutant will be eradicated, set our bodies back to the purity that they were before the War! Citizens of Canada, we invite you to join the Enclave in our mission to restore the world!
This is President Thomas F. Irons, not of America, not of Canada but the President of the New World Order, Signing off.
As the broadcasts stops, everyone's radio disconnects from the Enclave channel. | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,394 | 1,515 | 14 | 1,412 | 622 | Taking a handful of shots at the raiders and Enclave soldiers had helped thin the crowd a bit, but the fight was still going strong. As Abram watched through the scope of his rifle, he noted some movement further down the line of sight. Spotting someone darting through the trees, he tried to focus in on them, but to no avail. Instead, he sent a few more shots into the raiders and soldiers. That's when the rumbling started from the base. Massive turrets arose from the ground, tracking and lining up with everyone nearby, charging up for their shots. Abram was already in the motion of ducking down, when a body came hurtling at him and tackled him to the ground, with a familiar voice shouting at him to get down. As the two tumbled down, the area Abram had been lying in was suddenly ripped to shreds with turret fire. When the guns eventually died down, Abram looked up at the face of one Garrett Hudson, a former partner and enemy he had worked with in the past. "Well, shit Hudson...at least buy a guy some dinner first." Abram grumbled, rolling out from underneath him, but still keeping low enough to avoid being spotted by the gun turrets. "How about we get out of here, then you tell me just what the hell's going on, eh?" He said, sneaking carefully through the brush, away from the Enclave's newest HQ. | Name: Abram Martin
Age: 237
Gender: Male
Race: Ghoul
Appearance: Abram has the rotting, carcass-colored flesh trademark of ghouls, though his time spent in the wilderness means more vegetative growth graces his body. His scalp is graced by enough hair to be somewhat presentable, and his eyes burn with a bright, fiery red glow. He wears his old US Army olive fatigues, though covered in grime and dirt, with black hiking boots, and an old US Air Force bomber pilot jacket from before the Great War. He also has a small wooden cross around his neck, tied with rope. For armaments he carries a scoped .308 bolt-action hunting rifle, an N99 10mm service pistol, a hunting knife, and a small switchblade hidden in his boot. He holds his gear and supplies in an olive green military backpack.
Affiliation: Solo, for now.
Backstory: Born in rural Washington State in 2054, Abram was raised catholic by his father and older brother John, with his mother having died after giving birth to him. His upbringing instilled in him a sense of faith, in both God and Humanity, and the patriotism rampant in pre-war America. Living in the rural woods, several miles from the nearest small town, his father and brother would often take Abram hunting with the family rifle, a tradition Abram upholds to this day. This is where he obtained his honed marksmanship skills that would come to serve him well in the future. By the age of 18, in 2071, Abram's American fervor and faith led to both him and his older brother enlisting with the American Armed Forces, with his brother serving in the Air Force, and himself serving in the Army. They both fought in the Liberation of Anchorage, with Abram winning a Silver Star for exceptional bravery. Abram's brother John was less lucky, being shot down in the return from a bombing run. Upon the end of Abram's tour of duty, John's jacket was given to him in memorium, which he wears to this day. After serving in the war against China, Abram returned to Washington, living in the home of his father, who had retired and moved away. This led to Abram's life as a wilderness man and near-hermit status, only making trips to town to purchase supplies, and sell off meat and furs. Perhaps it was this life that blessed him when the bombs fell, as he was far enough away to survive being obliterated, instead becoming a ghoul, doomed to liver forever. This is when he took to the wandering he does now, moving across the wastes with the game he hunts, trading and working in towns for goods and rest, before moving on to he next area. |
55,395 | 1,515 | 15 | 1,347 | 749 | Somewhere over the skies of Vancouver
The unmistakable sound of rotor blades scrapped the sky. There, battling through the harsh upper winds of Canada was an Enclave Vertibird, clearly heading down south. However, something was off about it. While it was up against harsh conditions, Enclave pilots knew how to fly in these environments, but the Vertibird was all over the place. That’s when it began to nosedive directly into the snow below.
There was a faint explosion that was muffled by the wind.
At the crash site was a much more devastating sight. For a moment it had seemed that the personnel inside had survived, looking over the crash site, it wasn’t until you saw their blood soaked faces that one could tell something was amiss.
Their armour pieces which had fallen of revealed flesh that continued to peel from the bone and a groaning from the troops was constant. However, these were unlike anything seen before. Not even ghouls acted like this... this was something new. | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,396 | 1,515 | 16 | 1,282 | 125 | Normally, Hudson would be making jokes, but when automatic fire was shredding everything just molecules over his head, his ability to snark was significantly reduced. Instead, his focus was just on making himself, and by extension, Abram, sink as completely into the frozen Earth as possible. He silently cursed himself for even getting into this kind of predicament.
Five hundred caps really isn't worth all this, is it?
Just as suddenly as it began, the turrets wound down. The mechanical whirring slowed, and finally there was mostly silence across the valley. It took a moment for Hudson to realize that he probably wasn't going to die here, and so he risked a look, peering out over the berm.
The guns had moved back into a stationary position, and it looked like the coast was finally clear.
Hudson's impromptu mattress groaned.
"Well shit, Hudson..." The ghoul grumbled, pushing the merc off of himself and rolling out of the non-unimpressive indentation they'd made in the dirt. "At least buy a guy some dinner first."
"Come on Abram," Hudson grinned, pulling up to a crouch and picking up his rifle. "I thought you ghouls liked rough foreplay."
They both glanced about, making sure not to be spotted, and Abrams took the lead, making his way further up above the valley, staying in the brush.
"So what are you doing here?" Asked Hudson in a hushed tone. The ghoul turned back, a bit of chiding in his voice.
"How about we get out of here, then you tell me just what the hell's going on, eh?"
Hudson nodded.
The two continued further, eventually making their way out of what they assumed was the facility's attack range, before finally standing up. Hudson placed his pack and rifle on the ground and stretched his back, swearing he could hear a snap or two as a couple of his vertebrae clicked themselves back into place.
"You know, you're not a comfortable body pillow," said Hudson, twisting his torso and rolling his neck. In doing so, he glanced at his pack.
Right through the transmitter was a shiny silvered slag hole, evidence of a plasma round which had blasted clean through it.
Damn it!
He turned to Abram.
"So, I'll be honest - I don't know what's going on down there. I'm here on Imperial freelance, only. They wanted some southland scouts at five-hundred caps for a two-week contract. Whoever these magic pop-up facility assholes are, I'm sure the Tinsui would pay even more to know they're here, but..."
He indicated the slagged transmitter.
"But with the transmitter busted, the closest Imperial scouting station is about fifty miles north of here."
Hudson turned back to Abram.
"Did you get the same job? Or are you on the Coalition for this one?" | Name: Garrett Hudson
Age: 34 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Currently Independent, Previous Unknown
Picture/Appearance:
With dark hair and green eyes, there are few notable features about his face aside, of course, from the numerous scars and evidence of past injuries. He is usually seen wearing jeans, a rough shirt, a worn-down fedora and a Seattle Police Department SWAT riot vest, though it's been remarked that the red bandana tied to his shoulder seems a little out-of-place for someone so practical.
The man walks through the wasteland with a positive attitude wholly unsuited to one who has seen such violence. Instead, he's usually got a smile on his face, sunglasses on his eyes, and a joke on the tip of his tongue.
Backstory:
Known for his positive attitude and easy-going manner, Hudson has been a welcome sight in the past five years, especially in the BC Wasteland, and those who know him quite like the man. However, not many can quite pin down where the man came from, and when exactly it was that he arrived, though most seem to recall that it was about 2270 or so. He has been a regular staple in and out of Gastown ever since, though he's often gone for days, even weeks at a time, always coming back with unique salvage to trade.
Hudson's history, however, isn't something he likes to discuss very much. He doesn't like to talk about the numerous scars on his arms and back, and certainly not strange brand on the back of his right shoulder, that of a bull with an "X" burned over it. Several who have been insistent about such things have been given clear, no-nonsense warnings from behind the muzzle of Hudson's 12.7mm pistol, Fiona. As of yet, she hasn't had to provide a stronger argument than simply a glare.
Still, Hudson has formed a kinship with the people of the Vancouver Wasteland, and seems especially willing to do whatever is necessary to keep others from harm. He acts with swift justice against any who would try to plunder or pillage at the expense of others, and is especially perturbed by any who try to inflict their will upon others, letting Fiona back up his arguments when his personal charm can't quite seem to get the job done.
But despite his overall "righteous" demeanor, surely one with Hudson's fighting skills had to come from somewhere. And surely a man so determined to cause a ruckus can't avoid notice forever. |
55,397 | 1,515 | 17 | 1,412 | 622 | Abram led Hudson away from the compound as best as he could, his worn sidearm from his service in the Army drawn and aimed at every possible alcove for enemy positions along the way. As they crept, Abram thought to himself Wonder what the odds are on meeting Hudson all the way out here? If I was a betting man, it'd probably be a quite a pretty penny. When they finally reached a seemingly safe position, they both stood from their crouched positions, Abram grunting slightly as his ancient bones readjusted.
"You know, you're not a comfortable body pillow." He heard Hudson grumble, and replied with a quick "You're no Tempur-Pedic yourself.." as he rubbed and massaged one of his shoulders. Abram also noted Hudson glancing over his transmitter, and saw the plasma hole. Hudson then told him about the assignment he had gotten from the Imperials, asking him if he was on the same job, or if the Coalition had sent him.
Abram looked to Hudson and said "Actually, I was out hunting when I noticed those guys come storming through the forest, scared all the game away. So I followed 'em, and lo and behold they're the Enclave. If you aren't aware, the Enclave is some kooked-up army group convinced they can" Abram gives a snarl and some sarcastic airquotes, "'rebuild America' by killing anyone irradiated or mutated, which includes basically anyone not born in a vault. I had a spat with 'em back in 2242 down in California. Some tribal kid blew up their base out in the water, and so the locals got together and kicked the rest of them out of their base on the coast. A pretty decent-sized handful of 'em got away, so it's no big surprise they're back..." He took this time to pull out a cigarette and light it, sucking on it a bit before speaking again.
"Anyway, if they're here, and you're working for the Imperials in this area, they'll wanna know. We should get to that scouting station as soon as we can. We'll have to camp out once it gets dark though, but we should be far enough out that the Enclave won't see us." | Name: Abram Martin
Age: 237
Gender: Male
Race: Ghoul
Appearance: Abram has the rotting, carcass-colored flesh trademark of ghouls, though his time spent in the wilderness means more vegetative growth graces his body. His scalp is graced by enough hair to be somewhat presentable, and his eyes burn with a bright, fiery red glow. He wears his old US Army olive fatigues, though covered in grime and dirt, with black hiking boots, and an old US Air Force bomber pilot jacket from before the Great War. He also has a small wooden cross around his neck, tied with rope. For armaments he carries a scoped .308 bolt-action hunting rifle, an N99 10mm service pistol, a hunting knife, and a small switchblade hidden in his boot. He holds his gear and supplies in an olive green military backpack.
Affiliation: Solo, for now.
Backstory: Born in rural Washington State in 2054, Abram was raised catholic by his father and older brother John, with his mother having died after giving birth to him. His upbringing instilled in him a sense of faith, in both God and Humanity, and the patriotism rampant in pre-war America. Living in the rural woods, several miles from the nearest small town, his father and brother would often take Abram hunting with the family rifle, a tradition Abram upholds to this day. This is where he obtained his honed marksmanship skills that would come to serve him well in the future. By the age of 18, in 2071, Abram's American fervor and faith led to both him and his older brother enlisting with the American Armed Forces, with his brother serving in the Air Force, and himself serving in the Army. They both fought in the Liberation of Anchorage, with Abram winning a Silver Star for exceptional bravery. Abram's brother John was less lucky, being shot down in the return from a bombing run. Upon the end of Abram's tour of duty, John's jacket was given to him in memorium, which he wears to this day. After serving in the war against China, Abram returned to Washington, living in the home of his father, who had retired and moved away. This led to Abram's life as a wilderness man and near-hermit status, only making trips to town to purchase supplies, and sell off meat and furs. Perhaps it was this life that blessed him when the bombs fell, as he was far enough away to survive being obliterated, instead becoming a ghoul, doomed to liver forever. This is when he took to the wandering he does now, moving across the wastes with the game he hunts, trading and working in towns for goods and rest, before moving on to he next area. |
55,398 | 1,515 | 18 | 1,347 | 749 | Deep within the base, Davis had moved up into the secondary labs, scientists and technicians were already hard at work getting it up to a fully operational state. Davis panned for the power button and activated it.
Soon the lights revealed the true potential of the lab. In the centre laid a holographic schematic table that brushed through different prototypes including a new Mk.3 ‘Ultimate’ Power Armour. However, on the walls was a more… ghastly sight.
Test subjects encased within Vita-Pods labelled Alpha-001 through-009. These were some form of new FEV super solider program that had been set during the Great War. But was supposed to have been shut down due to ethical reasons.
In front of Davis was the ‘Overlord’ terminal. This oversaw every section of research throughout the base and where he inserted the new canister of Irons’s own FEV and began the replication process. | Name: Colonel Alexander Davis
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Pure)
Picture/Appearance:
Affiliation: The Enclave
Backstory :
Colonel Davis was a field officers during the Brotherhood’s assault of Adams Airforce Base during 2277/8. Prior to that he had been a warden officer, mainly stationed as head of security for research teams investigating classified sites throughout the wasteland. It was also Davis who ‘saved’ President Iron. Well rather uncovered him from the remains of Raven Rock when he evacuated a handful of Enclave Personnel from the mobile base.
Thirteen Years on and President Irons had promoted Davis to the rank of Colonel and was now in charge of rebuilding what remained of the Enclave, retreating to ENCLAVE.STATION.TAU, an oil rig off the coast of Vancouver. Currently enroute to Fort New Haven to establish a forward operations outpost, President Irons has begun what has been cod named Project: Genesis. |
55,399 | 1,515 | 19 | 1,282 | 125 | Abram explained who this "Enclave" was, and though Hudson smirked at the locals kicking their asses out of California, the idea of yet another group crowding their way into the wasteland with guns and power armor ticked all the wrong boxes for him.
The Enclave - Great. Another "kill-everybody-and-smile-at-you-for-the-honor-of-it" circus. Thought I'd left that shit behind.
Hudson had never much liked dealing with the "big dogs" of the wastes. The Brotherhood, NCR, the Khans - They were all the same to him. Bullies who took what they wanted, when they wanted, and damn whoever decided to get in the way. He'd fought for his freedom before, and he'd do it again. He wasn't about to let some group pop in with their plasma rifles and force their way into Vancouver. Even if he had to blow their little magic base down there back into its own crater all by his lonesome.
He sighed - his own bluster wasn't going to take care of this. He'd need help, and when it came to dealing with big guns, you needed big guns of your own.
While it'd taken a little time to earn their trust, Hudson was actually rather chummy with the Tinsui these days. He'd become one of their go-to scouts, especially down in the southern borders, and the fact that the ISD knew him by name for his various tech deliveries surely meant he was "part of the team," didn't it?
Noticing the cigarette in Abram's mouth, he almost asked for one just to calm his nerves. Not that he'd ever actually smoked before, but he'd heard that was what the things were for, right?
"Anyway," said Abram, taking another drag. "If they're here, and you're working for the Imperials in the area, they'll want to know."
"True enough," replied Hudson. "And I want to get paid." Abram nodded.
"We should get to that scouting station as soon as we can."
"It'll be a trip, but not too bad. Probably four days. Not sure if there's going to be much hunting along the way."
Seeming to consider this, Abram breathed some smoke out into the wind. After a moment, he seemed to make his decision.
"We'll have to camp out once it gets dark, though..." He glanced back at the path the two had just come from, and Hudson followed his eyes.
"But we should be far enough out that the Enclave won't see us."
Hudson agreed, picking up his pack, but keeping the damaged transmitter. Salvage was salvage, after all.
"So much for getting my hands on a plasma rifle," he sighed and chuckled, picking up his rifle. "Alright. Let's get moving while there's still light out." | Name: Garrett Hudson
Age: 34 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Currently Independent, Previous Unknown
Picture/Appearance:
With dark hair and green eyes, there are few notable features about his face aside, of course, from the numerous scars and evidence of past injuries. He is usually seen wearing jeans, a rough shirt, a worn-down fedora and a Seattle Police Department SWAT riot vest, though it's been remarked that the red bandana tied to his shoulder seems a little out-of-place for someone so practical.
The man walks through the wasteland with a positive attitude wholly unsuited to one who has seen such violence. Instead, he's usually got a smile on his face, sunglasses on his eyes, and a joke on the tip of his tongue.
Backstory:
Known for his positive attitude and easy-going manner, Hudson has been a welcome sight in the past five years, especially in the BC Wasteland, and those who know him quite like the man. However, not many can quite pin down where the man came from, and when exactly it was that he arrived, though most seem to recall that it was about 2270 or so. He has been a regular staple in and out of Gastown ever since, though he's often gone for days, even weeks at a time, always coming back with unique salvage to trade.
Hudson's history, however, isn't something he likes to discuss very much. He doesn't like to talk about the numerous scars on his arms and back, and certainly not strange brand on the back of his right shoulder, that of a bull with an "X" burned over it. Several who have been insistent about such things have been given clear, no-nonsense warnings from behind the muzzle of Hudson's 12.7mm pistol, Fiona. As of yet, she hasn't had to provide a stronger argument than simply a glare.
Still, Hudson has formed a kinship with the people of the Vancouver Wasteland, and seems especially willing to do whatever is necessary to keep others from harm. He acts with swift justice against any who would try to plunder or pillage at the expense of others, and is especially perturbed by any who try to inflict their will upon others, letting Fiona back up his arguments when his personal charm can't quite seem to get the job done.
But despite his overall "righteous" demeanor, surely one with Hudson's fighting skills had to come from somewhere. And surely a man so determined to cause a ruckus can't avoid notice forever. |
55,400 | 1,515 | 20 | 407 | 586 | People who are using radios to listen to music, listen to a little station called Raider Radio, named because it's run by Raiders, for Raiders, though others do listen because they have some good music. As soon as the current song playing ends, someone who isn't the DJ picks up the mic.
"Greetings everyone listening. You don't know me, but you know of me. I am the man who runs the biggest group of Raiders here, you somethimes call us, Chemies. I am just talking now to let everyone know, that anyone who sides with these Enclave assholes, will meet with a very horrible death. If you thought we were mean now, you ain't seen nothing yet. And in case any of these Enclaves bitches are listening, listen to me very carefully. You're all dead, you just don't know it yet. And now, a personal favourite of mine, Dean Martin's Ain't That a Kick In the Head."
The mic cuts out, and good ole Deano starts playing. | Name: Bluey
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Dirty with a crazed look in his eye. Looks like he is permanently high on Chems. Is covered in scars from head to toe. Had red hair, athletic build and is always dressed in combat boots and pants, and a gas mask.
Affiliation: Raiders
Backstory: He can't remember much from his old life, only that he used to live in a settlement that was overrun by Raiders when he was very young. From the stories some of the older Raiders tell, the boss at the time took a shine to him, and decided to keep him alive and not sell him to anyone, or eat him. He was made to do chores around the Raider camp, and was soon addicted to Chems. A couple of years of this kind of living, and he soon became one of them, a Raider. He helped attack towns, caravans and even lone groups of travelers. He was soon known for being one of the most fearless and tough Raider in the area, rivalled only by a handful of others. He began to heavily use Mentats and didn't like taking any of the others because they made him feel weird. Eventually the group he was with noticed he was smarter, and the leader usually allowed him to come up with the plans for attacking towns and the like, though whoever the leader was depended on who killed the last one and took their place. Now, Bluey is second in charge to a large group of Raiders, and is very proud of being second, and very loyal to the boss. |
55,401 | 1,516 | 0 | 1,044 | 4,489 | Her home then Constance Billard
Interacting With:
| Everett via text - | Jason via text - |She was up a bit earlier than usual this morning. It was the first day back to school and she was oddly excited. Jennifer realized that there was no sun shining through her curtains as she walked over towards her curtains, opening them with a gasp. Rain. Something Jennifer absolutely hated as she closed her eyes and shook her head then opened her eyes, hoping that the rain would vanish. Of course, nothing happened. She groaned loudly as he brother barged into her room. "Ever heard of knocking, Michael!" She sort of screamed as he raised a brow. "Whoa, retract those claws, Lioness. Have you seen my Chuck Taylor's?" Michael retorted towards her as she rolled her eyes and knelt down beside her bed and grabbed his shoes, handing them to him, as well. "Now, scram! I have to get ready." She escorted off him out of her room then closed the door.
The rain was really going to put a damper on her day but she certainly wasn't going to let that stop her from enjoying her day. It was the first day back to school and luckily, it was only half a day. She just had to stay for the Senior assembly then she could leave and do whatever. It was nice, honestly. Before stepping into the shower, she grabbed her cell phone and sent a good morning text towards Everett.
To: ♥Everett W.♥
From: Jennifer M.
Good Morning! R U coming 2 the assembly?
She hit the send button then stepped into the shower. After doing her bathroom routine of showering, brushing her teeth and blow drying her hair, she emerged herself back into her room and eyed the outfit laid out on her bed. Good thing they didn't have to wear their uniforms on the first day. It's September 4, she reminded herself as she checked the date, again. Her mind went back to Everett as she checked her phone to see if he had texted her back yet.
Jennifer applied a small amount of makeup upon her face along with a dab or two of lip gloss. She changed into her white blouse and white skirt that went well above her knee. Jennifer even placed on a white trench coat and white heels then grabbed her white clutch purse. She made her way out of her room and waltzed down the stairs, seeing her brother eating a small breakfast. "Where's mom and dad?" Michael handed her a slip of paper as she read it. "Of course." She scoffed then chuckled lightly. They were at a fashion event in Rhode Island so they were going to miss their first day of school. That's why they got the penthouse for them to stay in until their return.
"So, need a ride or are you riding the..." Jennifer held a hand over her heart while shuddering before speaking the word. "Bus." Michael chuckled while looking at her. "Riding the bus isn't so bad, you know. Plus, my assembly isn't until this afternoon. So, you go ahead." Michael responded as Jennifer nodded her head then eyed him. "Well, I got to go, don't want to be late." She said while walking out of the dining room and towards the elevator, where she proceeded inside and made her way down to the lobby.
Once the elevator bell dinged, she pushed her way through the small sea of people as she stood at the doors, the doorman greeted her as she smiled. "Town car, Miss McGowin?" The doorman asked as she shook her head. "Get me my car. I want to flaunt it." She said as the doorman tipped his hat and trailed off, making a call for someone to bring around her car. As she stood there, she wondered who all was going to be at the mixed assembly, between Constance Billard and Saint Jude. Of course, the assembly was at Constance Billard so she'd definitely be seeing her female friends, or the little lot she does have but she was excited to see what boys she could tease, as well.
Speaking of tease, her thoughts went towards Jason as she completely wondered how is summer was. She really wanted to hear all about it.
To: Jason K. :)
From: Jennifer M.
U better b at the assembly, goober. LOL.
She hit the send button as he car was presented right before her. She thanked the valet and handed him a twenty dollar bill before getting into her car and driving off towards Constance Billard. 'Ugh, this rain though.' She thought while taking a turn and making her way towards Constance Billard. She reached her parking space and parked her car, groaning as she reached in her glove department and grabbed her white umbrella as she stepped out of her car, closing the door and locking then making her way up the steps of Constance Billard.
Of course, she couldn't walk into the school halls alone, so she'd wait for Everett underneath the foyer of the school, which was held up by massive pillars before going in fully. She got out her cell phone again and shot another text towards Everett.
To: ♥Everett W.♥
From: Jennifer M.
Where r u? I am waiting for u on the steps.
She looked up and looked out across the street, seeing the church and apartments across the way. She'd also wonder where everyone else was. Even the class presidents, aren't they always on time for everything. | “I sell an angel's smile and I'll promise you heaven but then put you through hell.”
-Jennifer - Ripped from Bon JoviT H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Jennifer Dianna McGowin
|Nickname|
Jennifer prefers to go by Jen but only if she knows you well enough and if you at an elite status within the Upper East Side, like her.
|Birth Date|
November 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Female.
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual though she will not just date anyone. You have to have goals or something going for yourself in life.
|Sexually Active|
Yes.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Queen Bee. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Jennifer is the personification of what the queen bee in the upper east side should look like, really. She has long flowing locks of pure blonde hair that cascade down well past the middle of her back. She usually has her hair curled at the end strands or either tied up in a ponytail. She will sometimes even straighten it out. Her eyes sparkle like the water flowing in the ocean - Her eyes are an ocean blue color. She has porcelain, smooth skin that is blemish free as she adorns her face with light makeup. She stands about five foot eight with a weight of one-hundred and twelve pounds. She has a very toned and athletic body due to years of gymnastics.
|Clothing Style|
Besides wearing the usual wear of her unique, color coordinated clothing options, she doesn't have anything else in her closet. She has lots of blouses with skirts to match, along with a pair of heels or flats to match. Her style is much more elegant than it is casual as she only dresses casual for certain events.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She only has her earlobes pierced. Nothing else - Not even any tattoos. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Being Popular
✔Social Gatherings
✔Parties
✔Social Media
✔Being Wealthy
✔Her friends
✔Living in New York
✘Scandals that involve her
✘Reality Tv
✘Sweet Tea
✘Spicy foods
✘Being told what to do
✘Not being the topic of conversation
✘Being called dumb blonde
|Hobbies|
Photography
Scrap Booking
Social Media
|Habits|
Flips her hair when being flirty
Stutters when nervous
Makes weird faces at people she doesn't like
|Fears|
☠Commitment
☠Dying Young
☠Losing her social status and wealth E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Aspiring ♦ Thoughtless ♦ Self-Esteem ♦ Naive ♦
Killing someone with a smile is Jennifer's specialty. She may be a bitch to almost everyone but she can be very uplifting towards others, encouraging them to follow their dreams and not let anything defeat them. She has been told that she is a good friend for being so positive about others aspirations and she'll definitely not hesitate to share with someone her own goals within life. She has a list of goals that she stares at constantly and even sets daily goals for herself. With callous words escaping over her lips, she is very thoughtless when it comes to speaking towards people as she is very blunt. Whatever comes to her mind comes out of her mouth and this has gotten her in a bit few of cat fights, which is something she has her fair share of. Jennifer thinks highly of herself before anyone else, as well. She has very high self esteem for herself and doesn't keep it a secret - At all.
|Place of Origin|
Manhattan, New York.
|History|
Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, Jennifer was always given whatever she desired, honestly. Her and her parents always reside in the Upper East Side area, as she was raised by nannies at a young age - due to her father being a CEO for Vogue.com and her mother being the General Manager of the company. They were always on the go and going to red carpet events due to their name being so big within the streets of New York. When she was turned into her teenage years, she started going with her parents to certain events and dinners. She enjoyed meeting the new people, even if they were adults though she was introduced to their kids when her parents threw parties, as well.
Growing up much farther, when she started high school, her Queen Bee status emerged from the start as she gained some really close friends. She ruled her class with an iron fist and no one dared to take her throne. Jennifer has been called Khaleesi of Constance Billard a few times but only as a joke behind her back. With her Senior year approaching, she is still the Queen Bee of Constance Billard and dares anyone to come and try to knock her down a peg. She's loving her status within the halls of her school and doesn't think about changing her ways anytime soon.
Jennifer has a few minions, aka people who do stuff for her.
|Extra|
My favorite subject in school was Choir and Theater. ^^
|Theme Song|
Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman – Britney Spears
♫I'm not a girl, not yet a woman♪
♪All I need is time♪
♪A moment that is mine♪
♪While I'm in between♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Mr. Steve and Mrs. Elle McGowin - Both work for Vogue.com, being the owners of it respectively. Mr. Steve is forty-one years of age while Mrs. Elle is thirty-eight years of age. They both are well known within the streets and state of New York as well as their children.
Michael McGowin - Younger brother of Jennifer and basically a trust fund kid. Is sixteen years of age and is a sophomore at Saint Jude's School for Boys.
|House|
1337 Glen Cove Drive
This mansion has everything that anyone can ask for. This house has four bedrooms and two guest rooms, along with three bathrooms and one half bathroom. It has a pool in the backyard, a game room in the basement along with a basketball court and a gym. This mansion also contains a movie theater, with a real movie theater experience including concessions and a staff, in the far left wing.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Volkswagen Beetle Convertible
Ford Expedition Stretch Limo
Town Car
"Never stop doing little things for others. Sometimes those little things occupy the biggest part of their hearts."
-Unknown H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Chandler Rockefeller III.
|Nickname|
Chandler isn't really a nickname sort of person though he isn't oppose to seeing people's creativity when it comes to giving him a nickname and such.
|Birth Date|
Janaury 1st, 1997.
|Age|
17.
|Gender|
Male.
|Sexuality|
Homosexual.
|Sexually Active|
No. Virgin.
|Relationship Status|
Single.
|Role|
The Class President. P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Chandler is a very attractive, young male. He has amazing facial features that appear to be absolutely stunning to anyone that crosses his path. The only defect that he doesn't like is that he's a bit shorter than the other males at Saint Jude. He stands about five foot seven and weighs only one hundred and thirty pounds. He has a very toned and athletic body with incredible upper body strength. He has pure, raven colored hair which he keeps messy sometimes while other times, he'll gel it back with a slight part on the side of his head. Chandler has an olive tint to his skin complexion, which gives him an odd glow in certain type of lighting.
|Clothing Style|
Chandler has very much of an unique clothing style. It's casual but simply elegant all in one. He'll wear a buttoned up, long sleeved collar shirt with dress pants or slacks and a pair of Moccasins or dress shoes to match.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None. E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Intelligent Conversations
✔Sarcastic Remarks
✔Social Events
✔Being Class President
✔Lattes
✔Broadway & Musicals
✘Bullies
✘Whiny people
✘Body Odor - Anything that smells
✘Overly cocky guys
✘Dream Killers
✘Reality Tv
✘Doing nothing
|Hobbies|
Writing Lyrics & Composing Music
Coming up with creative ideas for Saint Jude events
Photography & Scrap Booking
Video Games
|Habits|
Corrects someone if they pronounces a word wrong
Hums while nodding his head to himself
Mouths lyrics when there is silence
When angry or upset will speak and swear in Spanish
|Fears|
☠Failing as Class President
☠Not being good enough to appear on Broadway
☠Dying dishonorably E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Sarcastic ♦ Thoughtful ♦ Ambitious ♦ Loyal ♦
Chandler's personality is really one of a kind. He's a very ambitious person as he doesn't let anyone get in the way of his dreams or anyone else's. He has a very confident glow about him and makes sure that he spreads it around to everyone though of course, everyone will not get the confident glow. Chandler's also loyal to people who are loyal to him as if one was to ask on a scale of one to ten how loyal he was, most people will say a ten. He's somewhat of a compassionate person, too and cares for others feelings sometimes much more than his own. Overall, Chandler is a very simple person to be around and friendly, as well. If you're up for a sarcastic battle then he's definitely your guy.
|Place of Origin|
New York, New York.
|History|
Growing up as one of the sole heirs to the Rockefeller trust fund, isn't exactly easy especially when the owner of the trust fund has passed away. But let's start when Chandler the third was actually born. His father wanted to have one more child despite his current wife's efforts not wanting another. So, when they were celebrating the end of 1996, Chandler Rockefeller III was born in a hospital near Times Square. So, of course, he was a midnight baby and every since his birth, his parents basically spoiled him like they did his older brother. He could have almost anything he wanted with just the snap of his fingers and the blink of an eye. No one tells a Rockefeller no.
Chandler wanted to be different from the rest of his family, he put up the proposal for him to go to a real school instead of being taught by the nannies that his daddy hired. Of course, his first year in a real school was a bit rough because everyone knew who he was and just befriended him to get to see the Rockefeller Center or the Plaza. It was disgusting to him for people to use him. Chandler decided that he had to be careful to choose his friends and he did as he became Class President for his Senior year.
His father died just before the new school year is fixing to start and his mother was there for him while his step mother, or the wicked witch of the west, packed her bags and left New York, spending every red cent she was left in Chandler Sr. will. Though, she is spending the money, her daughter is staying with him and his brother in their penthouse that looks out over the streets of New York. Chandler hopes that nothing else bad happens to him or his family during this school year since his father death took a toll on him and the rest of the family.
|Extra|
Another favorite class of mine was history.
|Theme Song|
Fighter – Christina Aguilera
♫It Makes Me That Much Stronger♪
♪Makes Me Work A Litter Bit Harder♪
♪It Makes Me That Much Wiser♪
♪So thanks for making me a fighter♫ P P E R E A S T S I D E
|Family|
Chandler Rockefeller Senior | | Father | Deceased | Fifty-One
Rachel Rockefeller | Biological Mother | Living | Forty-Five
Michelle Perry-Rockefeller | Step Mother{Witch} | Living{Unfortunately} | Thirty-nine
Chandler Rockefeller II | Brother | Living | Twenty-Four
Jessica Perry | Step Sister | Living | Fourteen
|House|
123 Broaway Ave, New York
This penthouse is the home of all the Rockefeller siblings and has three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
|Social Status|
High Class.
|Transportation|
2016 Shelby GT500 Mustang Convertible |
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