@DearTrickster lol frankly I wouldn't really know where to begin most of the time, since I end up just picking songs I like instead of ones that fix the character lol.
P.s. I'm back! internet got fixed up sooner than anticipated, didn't need the repair guy after all. we found out the problem was our outside cable was chewed on by our dogs so it didn't want to send a signal, replaced it and then had to do some stuff digitally in the modem and boom bish bosh internet back online.
She normally has a cloak that looks like bat wings. Her wardrobe, while not near as scanty as that of Blair's, doesn't exactly let you forget that she's nearly a full-grown woman.
Abilities: Shapechange: Technically speaking, Kiora has three forms. Humanoid, her animal form, and her weapon form. This ability allows her to transform between the three, swapping out the abilities and skills of one for those of the other. Her human form can manifest parts of itself as a simple shortbow, allowing her to fight, her animal form (that of a bat) can fly, and her weapon form is that of a longbow, suitable for a Meister to wield. She can only use her magic in human or animal form.
Vision Check: Kiora can close her eyes, shifting from ordinary vision to echolocation. Its range is limited to 30 feet, and it cannot discern colors. Visual illusions/paintings and the like are invisible. While wielding her, the Meister gains the same skill.
Point-Blank-Bashing: Kiora's forward edge is bladed, allowing for combat in melee that's at least as effective as using a scythe to fight.
Magic: Sonic While not quite as magically able as Blair, Kiora's magic falls into the domain of sonic and sound manipulation.
Sing-Song Skies The sonogenetic is a good singer. Go figure.
Ataraxia Kiora's positivity gives her a uniquely strong, madness resistant soul. Emotional trauma can drop this resistance.
Techniques/Magic: Just Keep Firing: HAIL OF ARROWS! Kiora's wielder nocks 6 energy arrows at once, firing them into the air. They burst outward, targeting everyone close by.
Back Off: SUPERSONIC PULSE! After yelling the incantation, Kiora slams her hand forward, sending out a blast of unfocused sonic energy. It won't do much damage, but it will stagger the strong and send the weak flying backward. Her Meister can use this technique as well as a form of alterate fire.
Why Can't Anyone Aim? Homing Arrow! For the accuracy impaired Meister, Kiora's arrows can home after a target with sufficient focus. There are some important limitations: Only one arrow can be fired at a time, the Meister must be free of madness, and no other technique can be used while it's active.
Soul Resonance: Dependent on Meister
Equipment: Since she needs to be able to shapeshift, she doesn't really carry that much gear, nor does she wear much armor, relying on her magic to keep her safe. That being said, she carries a basic field kit including first aid gear.
Personality: "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die. That'd suck." Full of joie de vivre and just happy to be here, Kiora's all about enjoying life. She's always got a smile on her face and a song in her words, her attitude one of definite Epicureanism. Life's full of pleasures, and refusing to enjoy them is a greater sin to her than most others. That being said, she's not a total hedonist: you've got to stay inside your limits and keep yourself healthy, or you won't be able to have a good time later. Nothing ruins a Saturday like a hangover from Friday night, or having a headache because you didn't get enough sleep.
She's a little too young to have reached the meditative peace most Epicureans strive for, but she's definitely no worrier.
History: "Welcome to Deathbucks! Please try the Shinigami Roast, we've got a positively killer deal on it right now!" Where exactly monster animals like Blair and Kiora come from isn't exactly known, and Kiora's not likely to be a help with it anytime soon-she tends to find talking about her past overly much to be useless, and the fact that she was unintentionally adopted by two human parents means she doesn't really know about it anyway. In any event, her childhood was as ordinary as can be expected for a girl who flows between two forms as easily as water poured from a square glass into a round one. Which is to say, not ordinary at all--but after several angry calls to the adoption agency, her parents tried their best despite being totally unprepared for the trials of a monster child, including but not limited to: transforming a closet into a bat roost, taking their ten year old daughter to swamps so she could catch mosquitos, and changing their sleep schedule nearly daily until she managed to get her shapechanging fully under control.
Maybe it was this love, despite the effort, that led to her positive outlook on life.
In comparison to her turning out to be a bat mage, her puberty-unlocked weapon form seemed positively normal, the only comment from her father being a deadpan "As long as we don't have to build a target range, I'm fine with this." If anything, they seemed happy that their daughter actually had something to do other than work at Deathbucks or attempt to convince a normal college to build a bat roost. She tested into the EAT class, and has been schooled at the academy ever since.
Supporting Characters: James Trennor: Her father and chief deadpan snarker, Kiora's father hasn't always known how to deal with his teenage daughter. But he's her eternal ally and there's no doubt that he loves her. Elizabeth Trennor: When she first stepped into the adoption agency, Kiora's soon-to-be mother didn't exactly expect her only daughter to turn into a bat a week later. But she's adapted, and now their family would seem wrong without the weirdness. That Agency Bitch: TAB is a reticent, bureaucratic woman Kiora's dealt with multiple times in her search for her true origins. As of yet, she's never succeeded in getting a straight answer out of her.
To be plain, the order was wrong. The woman glaring at her wasn't having any of her excuses, either. Kiora had her best Employee of the Month smile on, adjusting the apron she'd put on over her uniform to avoid getting it dirty as she listened to "Madeline Smith" berate her for everything that had gone wrong. She seized the opportunity of the other woman taking a breath to attempt to ameliorate the situation.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, allow me to replace your order," she said, still smiling. "I'll speak to my manager--"
"--AND MOREOVER, your apron and visor don't match the professional, positively adorable attire I'm used to from Deathbucks--"
No good, it seemed. As the woman moved on from criticism of her abilities as a barista to personal attacks, all of the mental pathways not currently consumed with keeping her eyes bright and smile set began moving back through the sequence of events that had led up to this moment. It was a method she'd learned a long time ago to deal with frustrations and learn from the experience, rather than getting angry and lashing out at whoever was irritating her in the moment. She wasn't really an angry person, but her abilities had a tendency to reflexively activate--and going all bat right now wouldn't likely help the situation.
To be fair to herself, the espresso machine was broken. She'd probably not helped matters by attempting to distill ordinary coffee to a more extreme concentration--but she'd been trying to help. From the beginning, it seemed like Madeline needed a cup of spookily good coffee--well, the caffeine that came with it, more like--and it hadn't seemed wise to tell her the machine wasn't working with the kind of mood she was obviously in.
In retrospect, she should have realized that concentrating coffee to the point she did was either going to make it bitter beyond belief or just into dregs, neither of which was going to be good... But dammit, she'd tried, and the idea was somewhat alright in theory--shut up, internal head demon, SOMEWHAT. So what if Kiora's Bat Crazy Blend wasn't going to be offered as a mainstream roast at Deathbucks? She'd still tried, and whatever she did wasn't worth the amount of abuse she was receiving, but... At least this was just for this immediate moment. Sooner or later Ms. Smith would realize that she had something better to do than yell at a Deathbucks employee and walk on out.
"AND YOUR RESTAURANT SMELLS SOUR!"
"I am sorry you feel that way, ma'am. It would be my pleasure to give you a gift card as compensation--"
Evidently, that would be sooner. Ms. Smith huffed, spinned on the ball of her foot--wasn't a good idea to do so on a heel as narrow as her stilettos--and marched out. Like magic, the rest of the Deathbucks employees reappeared out of storage, the side dining room, and every nook and cranny the store had. She couldn't blame them, she'd have done the same thing if Barry was getting berated.
"You alright, Cashier Employee Kiora?" her shuddering manager asked, stepping out of the walk in refrigerator with a frown of sympathy on his blue face.
Her smile grew, genuine joy at being done with the situation fueling its appearance. "Of course, sir! There's nothing a Deathbucks Cashier can't handle."
Human Form: Cassie is a light skinned young female with long brunette hair and caramel brown colored eyes. She is considered very beautiful by many and is 5'5" with a light build and lean muscles. Her attire is exactly as shown in the image with the difference of her skirt being longer to just above her knees.
Weapon Form:
Abilities- Madness Control: Cassie has the ability to siphon the madness from her meister, and utilize it in a constructive manner. Either by adding strength to her and her partners souls or boosting any physical attributes of the two.
Acrobatic: Cassie is very flexible and quick. She can float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.
Halfway Transformation: Cassie can fight on her own because she has full control on which parts of her form into her weapon form and what part.
Stealth: Being along the lines of a shadow demon weapon, Cassie has trained proficiently in stealth.
Strong Soul: Cassie has an extremely powerful soul. No where near as good as Tsubaki but somewhat close.
Techniques- Soul bind: This technique focuses on the Kusari(chain) portion of the Kusarigama, the Kama(Sickle) shoots out swerving around in all directions before clasping tight around an object forcefully creating something akin to soul protect and leaving them vulnerable.
Barrier: The Kusari fires, stretching and circling around until it forms a barrier around you and your allies, the Kama striking the ground and acting as the focal point for you and your meisters soul wavelength that expands and spreads through the Kusari, defending against the rage of madness and physical attacks.
Soul Resonance Phantom Blade Dance: By increasing the speed, your Kama becomes many, each after-image is an illusion that can slice apart the enemies around you.
Equipment- Her only equipment is herself.
Personality- A special note to guys who think girls are confusing, this one takes it to a whole other level. Cassie has an extreme case of Bipolar Disorder which would usually just mean switching from some form of a depressive mood to a manic state. However, with Cassie it is much worse. Yes she can at times be depressed, but you wouldn't know it because she puts up a front. Also she does have her manic moments where she is bouncing off the walls with adrenaline, energy, you name it. She also has a third extreme mood she can experience. This third extreme is along the lines of the manic mood, but instead of associating it with happiness and joy this mood is associated with anger and rage.
All that said Cassie can be a really good friend. She is trustworthy, loyal, kind, and sweethearted. It's not her fault she has a chemical imbalance in her brain, and if anyone tries to insult her about her 'issues'. Well, let's just hope she is in her depressive mood when they do so.
History: Cassie's history is somewhat normal despite her mental illness. When she was born her mother gave her up for adoption. She grew up in the home of a very rich couple that spent a lot of time with her. When she was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder they didn't abandon her and took even more time to spend with her.
Skip to a few years later and while at school her and her best friend become the targets of a few local bullies. It was really bad at times but they kept it hidden from everyone. However, one day when Cassie was in her manic aggressive state the bullies started taking it a little far. They started fighting her best friend and were beating him up really bad. Cassie's anger got the better of her and she jumped in and started fighting them when her arm suddenly changed into a Kusari with Fundo(iron weight) at the end. At first everyone was stunned, but the bullies then started attacking her friend again. Cassie then lashed out at the bullies with the Kusari and hit one right in the leg breaking it. The bullies grabbed their friend and ran.
Cassie started to run after them, but her friend grabbed her stopping her from chasing them down. The next few days her parents spent doing damage control trying to make sure Cassie didn't get in trouble. Cassie spent the time looking more into what she was. She learned as much as she could about Demon Weapons, Meisters, and the DWMA. Eventually she started asking her parents if she could attend the school. At first they were obviously wary because of her issue. However, they talked about it for a long time eventually coming to realize that she would need to learn to control her 'ability' and the best place to do it would be at the DWMA.
That there is her history. Not as fantastical as many, but she doesn't care. If she hadn't started from where she did she would probably not be in the same place as now. But as they say in the future (maybe) the rest is history.
Supporting Characters:
George and Emilia Randson - Cassie's parents are very supportive but at the same time are worried about Cassie. They just hope that she is safe and finds what she wants out of life.
Micky - Cassie's best friend is a fun loving kinda guy who would never abandon his friend. When she joined the school he did the same thing as a Meister. However, he is not very skilled as a fighter and was put in the NOT class.(Subject to change)
Sample Post: "Hey, Cassie, wake up. We're nearly there." The young teen awoke slowly and sat up from her position in the BMW her parents had sent her and Micky along in. Despite her not liking the idea her parents had forced their hands and both Cassie and Micky had to ride with one of the families drivers and even a bodyguard. Honestly, Cassie felt it was a little ridiculous. The two were literally going to a place to be trained to fight better than the man who was supposedly protecting them.
However, this was the last thought on her mind right now. As soon as she realized where they were, Cassie unbuckled her seat belt and stood up with her upper body sticking out of the sun roof. "Micky, get up here and look. It's amazing." Micky instantly followed suit and squeezed himself out the sun roof with Cassie. The two friends awed at the city they would soon be calling their homes. That's when the car pulled in front of the place they would spend most of their next years at. The DWMA stood tall and proud in front of the two prospective students.
"This is AWESOME! I can officially say I'm actually excited for school." Cassie was thinking the same thing but with her excitement she barely heard him or the bodyguard in the BMW yelling at the two to sit down and to stop standing on the seats. Micky did hear him and slid his way down preparing to grab his things so they could head inside. Cassie however climbed the rest of the way out of the car and started bolting up the stairs. She didn't even notice the yelling coming from the people she left behind. Micky had to handle grabbing both of their bags and listening to the instructions from the men Cassie's parents had hired.
Once Micky caught up with Cassie she grabbed him and faced him towards the city. Micky knew exactly what she was about to do and was going to go along with it. He just hoped it wouldn't be to embarrassing. Both took a deep breath in and began yelling at the top of their lungs, "HELLO, DEATH CITY! YOUR NEWEST HEROES HAVE ARRIVED! THANKS FOR LETTING US STAY!" Cassie turned to her best friend and gave him a massive bear hug, "Let's go show em what we got."
The colours are a bit off and what not, but I'm not gonna put in that much effort when I don't even know if I'm accepted yet.
Abilities:
"If your muscles are hurting, keep training. If your brain is hurting, keep studying. If your opponent is hurting, keep punching."
Raw Strength: Dorian is massive, and stronger even than his size would suggest. He prefers to use overpowering force to solve problems, and enhanced by his growing soul powers, Dorian's inhuman physique reaches heights undreamed of by mere mortals. His incredible strength and toughness allow him to remain effective even with a minimum of soul energy expenditure, and when he pulls out all the stops, he is able to compete with spells and monsters through sheer brute force.
Determination: While his constant training is more the result of enthusiasm than discipline, Dorian can be quite implacable when he sets his mind to something. As they said, hard work is also a talent, and whether it comes to learning new techniques or matching his soul wavelength up with someone new, Dorian will stubbornly grind it out until he's satisfied. In battle, he's liable to hang on until he's physically knocked out, and his personality type makes him less sensitive to madness.
Soul Sense: Dorian is still developing his sixth sense, but he's not completely talentless. Still requires actively trying to see other people's souls.
Techniques: Soul Edge: While not a genius of soul manipulation by any stretch, Dorian has figured out a few handy tricks to help capitalize on his natural talents. Manifesting a tiny edge or field of soul energy across a small part of his body or an object he is wielding, he is able to take full advantage of his physical strength and toughness when attacking or defending against supernatural forces. With greater energy expenditure, this technique allows Dorian to vastly increase the range of his attacks.
Equipment: N/A
Personality: Dorian is a simple, straightforward guy - too straightforward, according to many of his teachers. In his mind, strength and tenacity are a man's greatest virtues, and any problem can be overcome with enough time and effort. While this attitude lends itself to an admirable work ethic, many find him rather obnoxious in his insistance on pushing himself and everyone around him to the limit at every turn, not to mention that studying until you literally fall asleep where you sit isn't all that great for retention. As a meister, he fulfills the minimum requirements in terms of soul perception and wavelength sensitivity, but he relies heavily on his monstrous strength to get him through fights. Though he isn't stupid enough to actively neglect his meister training, he spends much more time working out than studying or practising combat.
Additionally, Dorian has something of an obsession with manliness - taking setbacks like a man, owning up to his responsibilities like a man, and so on. He is dutiful to a fault, and sticks to his word almost blindly - not out of compassion, but out of bullheaded devotion to his ideals. Well aware of his own weakness, he hates to make promises, but if he does give his word on anything, he will typically feel compelled to keep it no matter what. Unless he knows he's being deliberately mislead, and sometimes even if he does, breaking even an insignificant promise will have him unable to sleep for days - instead spending his nights benching railway cars in the local junkyard.
History: Dorian's early life was a thoroughly uninteresting affair. He had the occasional meister and weapon in his extended family, and his own soul potency didn't come as a great surprise. Where he had once been intended to take over the family business - a gym, of course - he set out on the path of the weapon meister with no hesitation. If nothing else, because it allowed him to lift like he had never lifted before.
Supporting NPCs: Flint and Benjamina Temple - Parents, both of them upbeat fitness instructors with similarly single-minded attitudes to Dorian. Both of them are highly supportive of his career choice, and will insist that constant battle and mortal danger build character. Pain is only weakness leaving the body!
Old Tom - Crotchety old man who owns a junkyard just outside of Death City, where Dorian works part-time. Occasionally dispenses sage but cynical life advice. Don't trust anyone who trusts you.
Sample Post: "3001... 3002... 3003... Oh, what's the point? How many one-finger vertical push ups can you do before it doesn't even matter anymore. I'm just pumping my arms full of blood - at this rate, I'm gonna end up looking like some kinda body builder," Dorian lamented to himself, as he used his free hand to shove a fistful of fried eggs into his mouth. Sighing deeply, he mumbled unintelligible lamentations through the eggs.
The Shibusen gym had some of the heaviest weights Dorian had ever seen, and a good range of equipment, from simple free weights to machines he didn't even know how to use. Sadly, they didn't allow eating in the actual gym, so using it for his breakfast workout was right out. He had tried to explain that he couldn't possibly fry and eat five dozen eggs, complete his workout routine and make it to class on time unless he could eat and work out at the same time. He really wished he hadn't challenged the instructor's use of the word 'literally' when he threatened to throw him out.
In other words, he was resigned to doing glorified calisthenics in the kitchen, next to the world's saddest stack of fried eggs. All he had to look forward to was homework, a shift at the junkyard, and the eventual possibility of finding a weapon to pair up with. At least there was no one to complain about him hogging all the weights or monologuing too loudly.
Appearance: ~Statistics: Weight- 136 lb Height- 6'1" body type- Slim Hair color- White/pink Eye color- Red
Her Weapon form is a deceptively simple looking sword when her blade is hidden in its sheath of average size for a katana. The sheath itself has a small silver fox tail on it that will portray her emotions along with the silver and black fox engraving that acts as her eyes in emoting. When the blade is drawn the sword doubles in width and then starts to resonate with the Meister. The blade is a bright silver with a tinge of pink which flashes in the bright light.
Abilities:
Soul Perception- Maya is highly perceptive to soul wavelengths due to her Animal inclination (though she is not able to see them unless she is literally right infront of them), it is almost like she hears them rather than sees them though that should be impossible.... Right~?
Partial Transformation- When Maya partially transforms any ends of joints (Ex.Elbows, Knees, Spine, and the joints in her tail) will turn to blades allowing her to utilize it to fight.
Soul Projection- Maya is able to use her soul wavelength as a sort of guideline that can point herself and her meister in the correct direction and even make a mental projection of herself that she will move on her own, though this does put a strain on her body.
Utility weapon- Her soul is Rather Flexible able to resonate with most meisters allowing them to tap into her abilities and use her without suffering through rejection or at the very least she is able to take most of the rejection symptoms and tone them down drastically
Magic: Thermal Manipulation~ Maya is able to leech off the kinetic energy of objects around her cooling them and in the same way is able to heat them.
Magic: Techniques: Cool Heads Prevail- Maya and by extension her meister at the time are able to cool their bodies and in turn think faster while sloing their heartrate.
Fox Fire: Enhance- Maya's personal created magic, she summons a silver and pink flame that coats her entire body before collecting around her ears, eyes, hands, feet, and tail which increases her five senses as well as her soul perception range......It also increases her strength and if she uses it in her weapon for it will light her on fire.
Fox Fire: Massacre- Launches a volley of indescrimanant fox fire that burns and attacks any of those that would be dubbed an enemy
Soul wave: Detect- Maya sends her soul through the ground
Equipment: Blue and silver hair comb she got from her mother- the sentimental value to her is off the scale
A small whet stone that she uses one her own blades- she has taken to maintaining her blades once a day even if she doesn't use them.
Personality: You could say that Maya is rather average girl, though there is definetly something to say about her fashion sense and rather lame sense of humour. Although she is average, this personality usually plays to the advantage of her and her meisters as she isn't very confrontational; just like her soul she is a flexible and likes to conform and work with rather than confront and butt heads. This is her usual demeanor but when she is truly upset she may become even more monotone than usually, she withdraws more in an attempt to remove her emotions from the situation.
She absolutely hates when her friends are hurt but not nearly as much as the feeling that she has when she feels as though she was the one that either wronged them or hurt them in some way, this makes her rather easy to guilt-trip but it also makes her one of the most loyal of weapons. Being a support/utility weapon she focuses on making relationships even if she isn't very good at it and is rather awkward at it, some may even call her a crybaby when it comes to other people and/or not getting what she wants.
History: Maya is the daughter of a witch and a weapon, she doesn't have some fancy backstory that shakes the world and shapes the way it was developed. Everything is absolutly normal about her upbringing.... well I mean except for Where she had grown up. She actually grew up on a island off the north coast that her family "Owned", they had found it a year before she was born and decided to take up residence there.
There was something special about the Island though, It allowed for the soul to relax and become more flexible. When Maya was old enough her mother began to teach her in the ways of soul perception and Maya herself took up teaching herself once she was deemed capable, It was a process but she succeeded with.....mixed results. She grew up rather sheltered and alone other than the animals in the island's forest and her parents, though this changed when Maya turned 15, her mother and father gave her money that they had saved up and sent her to Death City's DWMA on her own in an attempt to give her a better life. She enrolled into the EAT class soon after she arrived and has some pretty serious connections in the magic district with her Aunt and Uncle who support her now.
It'll be interesting to see who will be the ones to be accepted, and who will be reserved. Thanks to a random thought I started to write a little story lol, wrote the prologue and three chapters in no time flat. No idea if it'll go well, or if I'll even get to finishing it. It's a simple Reincarnation story, about someone who becomes a dungeon master.
