I see how it is. Say absolutely nothing while I'm awake and then unload it all on me while I'm asleep. Y'all are cruel.

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[center][b]Name:[/b]
Ayesha

[b]Age:[/b]
16

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/1ytqEye.jpg[/img]

Blonde hair, green outer dress with white inner dress underneath. Green emerald eyes.

[b]Personality:[/b]
She is a bright and cheerful girl, always seen with a smile on her face. Thanks to her upbringing that is away from "normal" civilization, she can be eccentric and somewhat airheaded at times, but it also makes her be a really independent person who can function perfectly well with barely any contact with another human.

She has a curious mind, constantly wanting to discover new things and experiences.

She's a big lover of nature, though she recognizes the convenience that technology provides, and now, at her stay in the academy, she couldn't help but feel that she's somewhat out-of-place there.

The only person she has a close relationship with was her construct, and she is certainly glad that they could accompany her as she studies in the academy.

[b]Background:[/b]
She had always been a foundling ever since she was little.

She never knew who her parents were. The only thing she knew was that the herbologist who raised her found her as a mere infant found her inside a crashed private plane inside the forest. Somehow, she was lucky enough that she wasn't killed in the impact while her parents did.

He took her in and raised her as his own, even though he didn't really want to at the start. He was a misanthrope, doing research on nature away from civilization because he despised other humans. He would've just given her away at the nearest village, but he decided against it at the last moment.

He would raise her right, as a human being that is worthy of life.

The two lived together for years, with her learning everything there was to know about the wilderness and the plants in them from him. But eventually, his old age caught up to him, and he fell ill. As much as she wished she could've saved him, it was his time to go.

And, his last wish was for her to see human civilization for herself. He had arranged her to study in the nearest construct academy, as she had bonded with a construct, and he told her to judge whether or not humanity still deserved to live on this earth after desecrating it so terribly.

She decided to fulfill that wish, and so she departed, leaving her hermitage and into the alien civilization she was never a part of.

[b]Magic:[/b]
She has the ability to control nature. She could use it to heal people, speeding up their regenerative capabilities, and she could also use it to hasten the growth of plants, up to the point of sprouting roots, vines, and even trees instantly from the ground. She could even transform her own skin into wood, hardening it while allowing her to grow plants off her own body to attack her enemies.
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There.
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I don't see anything wrong with this yet on a surface level, but it depends on what ERode makes for a construct. A wild one isn't very plausible with that backstory (though it could very well be the reason the plane crashed) but his idea of making the herbalist have had one which was passed down works for me.

Do note, though, living in the wilds is harsher than it ever used to be. Not only do you have the rogue constructs to worry about, but as a result of humanity's arrogance, what used to be small cute animals have evolved to a point of being ferocious beasts. Even small creatures like deer had to at the very least grow larger and more hostile to combat the fact their old form was entirely helpless against new predators. Animals are larger, stronger, faster. The overgrown plants would also make it a lot more humid than a city-scape, albeit less so than a tropical area. I'd like a bit of that explored, too.

[quote=@OwO]
if this is a bit much in any respect, tell me. i'd probably use my backup concept instead, since this character is ENTIRELY MAXIMUM IN EVERY

[hider=Being of Suffering][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CgdWWgs.png[/img]
[h2][color=79DA93][b]Mizushima Emi[/b][/color][/h2][i]16[/i]

[color=79DA93][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
At 5' 2.6" tall, 118 pounds, and with an average build, there isn't much to write home about Emi's appearance. Were it not for her eccentricities dictating bits of her appearance, one would be able to see Emi as a normal and functional member of society. She isn't, though. She's never cut her hair once in her life, resulting in an extraordinarily long mop of hair that has to be tied in bizarre ways so that she can properly move. Besides her hair, another notable feature is that she doesn't possess a left leg. Usually, her construct takes the form of her leg which allows her to walk. When he isn't, Emi either uses crutches or uses a wheelchair.

[color=79DA93][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Emi is... special. She possesses the attention span of a gnat, the energy of a coke-addled mouse, the spiritual energy of a meme, and the humour of a 14 year old boy that has done nothing but eat sugar and watch funny video compilations. Whereas most other people are functional members of society, Emi is a hurricane of bad jokes and even worse ideas. Despite her obvious (and numerous) shortcomings as a respectable member of society, she still somehow manages to be entirely capable when it comes to what interests her.

And the only thing that captivates the maniacal whims of Emi are the explosive fights between construct and monster.

[color=79DA93][b]Background:[/b][/color]
Emi was born broken. It was a miracle she was alive, really. It was a perfect storm of disaster. She was born missing a leg, numerous organs, her left eye, and (as others like to say) various parts of her brain. The doctor who delivered the young Emi said that, even with their magic, it would be a miracle if Emi made it three years. The young Emi, even though she was a newborn that couldn't understand a single word, was determined to dunk on that doctor and prove him to be a fraud.

Emi easily made it to three years old. Besides her entire "not walking" deal, she was a normal toddler. High energy, big ideas, and about as dumb as a three year old. Her parents loved her. However, as Emi grew up, they realized something rather important; Emi wasn't actually growing up. Sure, her body got bigger. Her brain didn't exactly share in the growth. While they expected a regular daughter, they got a little hellion of a girl that was unable to do anything for more than a few days at a time before getting bored and quitting.

But in that hellstorm of trying to find jobs and career paths that would interest the young Emi, a small glimmer of hope was laid to her parents: battle. The tales of constructs fighting against construct to reclaim Japan had enthralled Emi. She wanted to destroy and demolish too! Wait, no. She wanted to demolish the constructs that threatened humanity.

Eventually, Emi got the opportunity to create her own construct. Channeling into that conduit, Emi bestowed upon it her everything. Her desires, her dreams, her magic had all flowed deep into the shell. Long story short, she got a kick-ass best friend that would put up with her antics, help her beat up evil, and literally be someone that would give a leg up on her competition.

And she entered Yoake with the intent of becoming the queen of beating up constructs. Were it not for her perfect scores in the practical portions of the entrance exams, she would have never been accepted.

[color=79DA93][b]Magic:[/b][/color]
Emi's magic ability is to create life. More accurately, it's to create living cells. She's not exactly good at it, either. Even though she can technically create muscle, bone, and more, they are all highly unstable. The amount that she can make isn't too impressive, either. At most, she can create a very poorly sculpted hand that disintegrates after a few minutes.
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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QZ784R9.png[/img]

[h2][color=E52F57][b]Viscera[/b][/color][/h2][i]Abomination[/i]


[color=E52F57][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
Viscera is... viscera. An ever changing amalgamation of organs and muscle, Viscera's appearance is constantly changing, but he does have a few notable forms. The first is his "stealth" form. Taking the appearance of a normal human leg, he is (for the most part) able to blend in with Emi's body. The only issue is that, like all of his transformations, something goes wrong. In the case of the leg, eyeballs comprise a portion of the surface. His other common forms include a eldritch abomination of flesh that can only be described as "a horrible blob" and a demonic flesh-sword that possesses arms and legs. He also oozes a considerable amount of ichor when he transforms, making constant messes.

[color=E52F57][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Contrary to Emi, Viscera is about as normal as a construct can be. He's rather laid back, but is willing to get serious when the time calls for it. Even though he's an eldritch horror of terrible things, he's actually a rather nice character. He's (compared to Emi) decently smart and willing to help others as best he can. He's polite and has a distaste for violence, causing him to hold back more often than not. Still, when he feels like there's no other option, he's willing to become violent. Despite his friendly demeanor and wisdom beyond his age (and species), he has a deep self-hatred over what he looks like since he is unable to control the exact specifics.

[color=E52F57][b]Core:[/b][/color]
Normalcy


[color=E52F57][b]Background:[/b][/color]
Formed by a young Emi's hand, Viscera's was designed to be a perfect mix of skeletal frames. After all, what shortcomings of each frame could surely be fixed by filling in those gaps with other frames? Well, most of those frames crumbled, disconnected, and cracked off since randomly attaching frames against the direct suggestion of proper design choice wasn't exactly the best idea. What was left was an aberrant core of conduit that formed the core of what Viscera was.

Then Viscera woke up. Flesh formed and created what was his body. It was a discordant mess of organs, muscle, bone, and other body parts. Besides an odd self-disgust of what we looked like, Viscera felt a bit okay about the entire deal. The one-armed girl that gave him life was a nice enough person, he thought. He might as well from a contract with her and go with her as thanks for creating him. Though a towel to clean up the ichor everywhere would have been nice.

[color=E52F57][b]Abilities:[/b][/color]
Viscera can freely change his form to suit what the situation desires. Sword used by another construct? Perfectly fine. Combat blob that acts as the vanguard? That's his most optimal combat style. 45 foot tall monstrosity that crushes building and suplexes giant lizards? Extremely exhausting and horrific, but possible. Gun that shoots organ and bone at things? Weird, but he can do that. Besides his versatility, Viscera is a bit of a one trick pony. All of his attacks are varying degrees of punching things. The only other technique he possesses is getting things to trip on his ichorous secretions.
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Dude. This is great. I love this. Go ahead and post this in the CS tab already if you want to; I don't see a world in which I reject this lmao

[quote=@Dark Light]
A construct that runs out of life force and reverts back to a doll, will they still be influenced by their last donor/creator or will they lose all of their old personality? 

I’m thinking to have revived a rogue unit, that still held some old traits and ideologies.

Also, what happens if a construct manages to assimilate a human?
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A construct that reverts back retains the physical form they had at the time of creation, but the organic parts will become a different substance suited to it (or will remain organic, in cases where no other material would be suitable- this kind of construct would be the only one that could truly 'die' naturally as they'd rot away). A new human injecting life-force only makes them operate again, retaining their mindset of the last time they were "alive". Similarly to below, doing this to a rogue construct could be risky, but this has a bit more chance of success as some of the more humane ones could recognize and acknowledge the kindness extended to them.

[quote=@ERode]
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Mm, thought wild constructs were basically rogues, so they'd just suck the life outta her rather than bring her to safety.
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/EuWPitk.png[/img]

While I guess it's [i]technically[/i] possible a rogue construct could start feeling guilty about itself and have a change of heart, in 99% of cases you'd just get eaten, mutilated, sucked dry, assimilated or all kinds of good stuff that allows them to take your energy. Meeting a construct that wouldn't in a wild area would be akin to winning a lottery ticket.