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Yankee Test

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Thread for character sheet work, RP ideas that'll probably never happen, code testing, image testing, and other random goofy stuff

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Speaking of code testing lol

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Random/Incomplete/Unused Character Sheets

no peeking please "orz

Please don't look at my embarrassment

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Name

武内 美奈子 (Eng: Minako Takuechi)

Arcana

THE TOWER

Age

17, Second Year.

Personality Traits

Minako is smart, or at least that's the reputation she's garnered. She studies hard and scores well on tests. Her family is well off, where some students sneer at her over this fact others are drawn towards her. She has no problems getting along with those in the second group. Networking is important, after all. She is cunning, business-minded, and her first thoughts in a new situation are always about how she can use it to benefit her family. Even if something can't benefit her financially, she won't always scoff at it. "Enjoy your youth" are words she takes seriously. Maybe too seriously - sometimes it comes off like she's forcing herself to have fun.

Her father works in pharmaceuticals and holds wealth in high regard. Because of their relationship, Minako shares this opinion. In regards to the Yellow Plague, she is more concerned with how her father's company can make money from it than how to cure it. After all, only "bad" people contract it, so why shouldn't they pay to be cured?

Backstory

Junnosuke Takuechi, an ambitious man and current patriarch of the Takuechi family. He married his high school sweet heart young and went to work as soon as his schooling ended, becoming a salaryman at a local pharmaceutical company. Hard work and dedication paid off when the company was bought out by a larger one, but his promotion earned him a one way ticket to a new branch of the company in the United States. It was a stressful move for his young daughter and his wife, then pregnant with their second child.

At the time, moving to a whole new country was the scariest thing five year old Minako could imagine. By the time she was a teenager, she learned there were things far scarier. English was easy enough to pick up, and making friends wasn't difficult. Her mother and father working long hours to keep their household afloat yet leaving it empty was hard. The tense relationship between her mother and father as the woman failed to give him a son was suffocating. Looking after three younger sisters was exhausting.

By the time Junnosuke was promoted again and requested to be relocated back to Japan, sixteen year old Minako had transformed herself. Her sisters were old enough to look after themselves now, for the most part, and their aging lessened the burden on their mother. The only major hole in their family life was their father's frustration at having no son to pass his family name onto. Where once Junnosuke and his sweetheart got along swimmingly, is unwillingness to divorce his wife and lose face was the only loose thread keeping husband and wife together. To play at having a content family, Minako cut her hair and dressed in masculine clothes. At home, and eventually in public when back in Japan, she used boku and ore pronouns when referring to herself. This wasn't a con, no one was ever really fooled into thinking Minako was male once they got to know her, and when asked she'd say of course she was a girl... but it made her father happy. He, too, was never deluded enough to try and pass his daughter off as a son, but the lengths she went to in order to please him touched his heart. Her plan worked, he opened up to her more and eventually, their family started to feel like a family again.

For the Takuechi family, Junnosuke prestigious position in the pharmaceutical company meant they could afford a spacious house and enrollment for their daughter into Kenkōichi International Academy. The American business practices that Junnosuke introduced into the Japanese branch saw a substantial bump in the company's earnings. He often talked about that with his daughter, and about how maybe it wasn't so bad to have a female heir. Maybe she could take after him. As the new school year started, Minako thought that wouldn't be so bad. And, of course, she continued her masculine habits.

Gear

Combat? Of course Minako has no interest in combat or any physical clubs. She carries pens and notebooks around that she is wont to jot ideas into, but as far as weapons she has none.

Persona

ENMERKAR, founder of the city of Uruk, a king who sought the subjugation of rival cities through the disruption of their language. Yet, ended up devising a more simple way to communicate.

Persona Abilities

Bro I don't know anything about Persona. A physically focused fighter, uses his body to attack and defend. Can inflict stun and confusion sometimes.

Name, Domain

N A M E , G O D / D E S S O F
N A M E , G O D / D E S S O F

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 human alias 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 the age they appear 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Financial Adviser

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 good traits here 𝑩𝑨𝑫 bad traits here 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 put your character's goals and ambitions here 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 put your character's goals and ambitions here xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Bishamonten 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess/God of ... 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 what pantheon are they from? greek? roman?

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

In here put parts of character history as a god/dess.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

In here put parts of character history as a human so far.

FC: Michael Choe

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

IMPERIUS REX

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^{_{NAMOR MCKENZIE ♦ KING OF THE SEAS ♦ ATLANTIC OCEAN ♦ ATLANTIS}}

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S H A Z A M !
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J O N A H H E X
J O N A H H E X

^{'He had no friends, this Jonah Hex, but he did have two companions: one was death itself... the other, the acrid smell of gun smoke.'}

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_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - 浜名暁也 (Hamana Kyōya) Age - 20 Gender - Male Occupation - Teacher's Assistant - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Nice Guy Kyōya is always willing to lend a hand, a shoulder, a smile, a compliment... he's just really kind in general. He is a big believer in "forgive and forget," and it's generally understood that Kyōya is type that wouldn't even hurt a fly. Sometimes he can be a bit of a pushover because of this, in fact only last year he would spent most of his days off running errands that people asked of him, but more recently he has been learning to master the art of politely declining! Trusting Nearly to the point of naivete. It's not that Kyōya is dumb and doesn't believe in the concept of "lying," but rather - for what reason would someone lie? In most cases it doesn't make sense to deceive someone, and so Kyōya just never considers it an option. He'll go along with anything. Playing pranks on him is common among the children of his class. Passionate Get him going on a topic, and Kyōya will be happy to talk your ear off - and wave his arms around while he does so. He's able to rattle off random information about his preferred topics at the drop of a hat, and never tires of them. He takes the utmost delight in teaching and being taught. Of course, this passion extends to more than just learning. He is passionate about people, helping and protecting them. Often times he goes well out of his way to do so, and the on the flip side he can become a worrywart over others. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Studious Long hours spent pouring over scrolls and transcribing the elders' stories made Kyōya into a fine scholar. He learns more quickly and retains more of what he's learned, is able to catch the small details in anything even while under pressure, able to focus more intently and for longer periods, and able to stay still and quiet without getting antsy for a while. Niche Encyclopedia If there's one thing you can count on a nerd scholar for, it's in-depth knowledge about their field. Kyōya has a wealth of knowledge about flora and fauna, both the mundane and the supernatural (although he his knowledge on the later still leaves a lot to be desired). Though not a survivalist, Kyōya can identify different plants and animals, and knows their uses or traits... for the most part. He's extremely well read but lacks practical experience. He also holds some knowledge about the village's history, as well as some bits and pieces about the world's history in general, thanks to stories passed down from the village's elders. Sign Potential Like many in Heiseina, Kyōya can use a couple of Signs. With his penchant for study, Kyōya could probably have mastered a couple more even at his age - but he is more interested in stories, and the natural world. He is adept with the Signs he does know, and if he applied himself he could pick up more fairly quickly.

Physical Description In looks, height, and style, Kyōya is exceptionally average. He doesn't have any particularly interesting physical features - he isn't muscular or marred with scars, he has no farmer's tan nor callouses from field work, and his hair is cut in a common masculine style with no fancy accessories in it. The only thing that sets him apart is his glasses, proof of a life of study. Kyōya stands at the same height as most of the other adults in the village, and though he's on the skinnier side now the older women in town tease him about his sweet tooth, telling him he'll start to put on pudge as he ages if he keeps it up. It's already starting to show a little, though it's hard to tell since Kyōya is always wrapped up properly in robes and yukata except on the very most humid of days. Character Conceptualization A young scholar. Kind and helpful, Kyōya puts his love of learning to use instructing the children in town. He plans to take over the schoolhouse once the current head instructor steps down (although that man is a stubborn goat and claims to have another decade in him before he'll retire). Kyōya has a particular interest in history, nature, and the supernatural. Like many people he also loves animals, and keeps an unusually smart feline companion named Kōshaku. Kyōya grew up in the heart of Heiseina, living a simple, modest life as an only child with his mother and father. The Hamano family come from a tradition of bakers; Kyōya being the black sheep with abysmal skill with any kind of cooking no matter how many cookbooks he'd read. When Kyōya got older and decided to dedicate his life to one of study instead, his family had no qualms at all. A bright pupil, Kyōya was welcomed as an assistant in the school house. He gets along with the staff and the students - as well as most everyone in Heiseina. Kyōya is living his dream life; he lives in peace in and safety, he enjoys his job, and he's happy to listen to everything the elders speak about and learn the anything the yokai in the Mumbling Wood feel like teaching. He is content to spend the rest of his life in the village. ...well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what was outside of the valley. If nothing else, his scholar's heart longing to know. Kyōya isn't a coward and if there's one think he definitely does not fear it's the unknown, but the thought of actually leaving feels strange to him. __________________________ So character concept: a simple young nerd who trusts in everyone. He has a strong heart and if presented with a tough situation he will rise to the occasion, he just doesn't know it yet. Most of his connections in the village are neutral or good, as he's passively built his reputation as someone who can be relied on. There are likely a few he doesn't get along with, but he doesn't seek out conflict with them. When conflict eventually reaches him I'd like to think that Kyōya will have a hard time at first but eventually grow into a courageous individual. He likely will not have much physical utility (though I can see him being the type to throw himself in harm's way to protect someone else). His worth will lie in his ability to connect to others, to handle animals and yokai, and willingness to get things done. Other Information Kyōya knows a few signs: Calm Glow Pull Also his cat may or may not be a bakeneko (or similar).

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - 林純恋 (Hayashi Sumiko) Age - 26 Gender - Female Occupation - Traveling Artist - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Confident More than anything, Sumiko believes in herself. She puts faith in her own plans and creates a self-fulfilling prophecy for herself: if she believes she will succeed, then surely it will be so. Though mostly reserved for herself, her confidence can spread to others in the form of sincere encouragement. Pushy Sumiko really likes getting what she wants. At times she can be a bit forceful in pushing her ideas onto others. Sometimes she even pushes herself to keep going at something futile, whether out of some misplaced sense of pride or just because she can be a bit of a sore loser. Diligent Blood, sweat, tears... okay, not so much blood, but Sumiko does work hard at her craft. When she puts on performances she makes sure to research her roles and get all the details correct. The same goes for her art pieces, she painstakingly tries to capture her subject perfectly every time. She's driven and careful when it counts. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Rhythm and Balance A self-proclaimed expert in traditional dance and hopping back and forth on stage, Sumiko has a very good sense of balance. She has a strong core and her coordination is top notch. She's dexterous and rarely fumbles anything, whether she uses her hands or her feet. Physical Artist Besides acting, dancing, and spoken poetry, Sumiko is pretty good with a brush. Her calligraphy is steady and smooth, her paintings and drawings are detailed and life-like, and of course she can read and write quickly. If you need something written or drawn up for you, Sumiko is your girl - but it may take a little longer just because she can be a perfectionist when it comes to her own work. Persuasive Sumiko has a knack for roping others into doing what she wants. This isn't always aggressive badgering - in fact being a poet Sumiko can be quite cool with her words, and being an actor she can make anything sound like the truth. She doesn't go around lying to people though, it's just that she can be quite convincing. With some people after a conversation with her they end up running an errand and thinking it was their idea in the first place.

Physical Description About a dozen centimeters shorter than the other women her age, Sumiko still stands out with her shockingly pale hair and her large blue eyes. The mole on her face is one of many all over her body, and she boldly calls them all "beauty marks." Her natural appearance is homely, but so she paints her face with varying degrees of make-up even at home some it's hard to tell. She enjoys dressing up like that, making an art piece on her own skin. She also wears elaborate and stylish clothing as well, including the frames she wears over her eyes. It's common to find ink stains on her hands and arms, and sometimes ever her face. Character Conceptualization Painting! Poetry! Dance! Drawing! Acting! Storytelling! ...stilling working on the music! Even small towns need entertainment. Sumiko takes it upon herself to provide that. She's a "jack of all trades" type when it comes to the arts, with the notable exception of song and instrument. Please, don't call her tone deaf though, she will vehemently deny it. She also is rubbish at pottery, but that's more fun to fail at. She was born in Heiseina, her family the last of the dying Hayashi clan. Once well respected, they fell into debt and after climbing out they never made it back to their former glory. When her father passed after having two daughters, the clan's fate was sealed. Honestly it was as freeing as it was sad. Their mother passed a couple of years later, and from then on the Hayashi sisters lived on their own in a large empty estate. To provide for themselves, and to feel less lonely, they leased their land for the cultivating of crops and often hosted others in their home. Sumiko, the younger and more rambunctious child, enjoyed listening to all the stories and gossip being thrown around. This sparked her desire for travel and art. Though she's never been outside of the valley, Sumiko has traveled to to most of the tiny villages and homesteads around it peddling her trade. She offers custom portraits, pre-made art pieces and poem compilations, all inspired from things she's seen and heard during her "mini adventures." Have you heard the story giant earth spider that was spotted a few miles away? Well here is a painting of it. Have you heard the news about the Kobayashi and Teruko clan marriage? Here are some haiku written for the occasion. Inadvertently she spreads news of Heiseina to the surrounding hamlets, and from the hamlets to Heiseina, through her stories. When she returns to Heiseina she stays at her family home and mooches off of her more responsible and respectable elder sister. She always makes it back in time for festivals, where she insists that she put on the newest play she's written, play a role in local re-tellings of myths and legends, and participates in dance until she can barely move. Though she has a strong passion for all kinds of art, dance and Kabuki is her favorite pastime, so when she can she goes all out. Lately, life in the valley has been slower and more peaceful than normal. There hasn't been as many interesting stories to create art about. Sumiko has been going out a lot more and pestering others in search of something to spark her creativity. Other Information She likes to drink, but can't hold her liquor She likes standing out and weary fancy outfits Her sister Himiko is employed by the Takamori family as a servant, where she does everything from cooking and cleaning to scribe work. Sumiko knows only a single sign, Wind. She uses it spice up her performances, dry her paintings faster, and to push herself along when going on a trip. If anime hair colors are unusual, a reason for her white hair could be something like "family encounter with the supernatural"

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Natasha Rhime

Human | 21 | Female | 168 cm (5'6") | 58 kg (128 lbs)
0th Circle | Colour | ▶

[Insert basically whatever parts of their backstory matters for you, in terms of expressing their personality, the situation behind becoming Ichor-Blessed, and what they left behind in traveling to Oratorio. Three or so paragraphs will suffice, but cook more if you want.]

Path to Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

❧ Ichor: 0
❧ Wealth: 300
❧ Followers: 0
❧ Resources: None.
❧ Artifacts: None.
❧ Property: None.

Divine Protection of Colours

❧ Tetrachromacy - the colourful flock are specially spectral sensitive, developing eyes with which to perceive the world more vividly. They can discern and distinguish between colours beyond a typical human, and can make out colour in dim or low light.

Starting Benefit

❧ Starting Capital - 300 Wealth. The trip to Oratorio was expensive, but she made it with a fat purse leftover.

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___________________________________________ Basic Details 望月 千恵美 ► AGE twenty-five ► HEIGHT 5'7" / 174cm ► WEIGHT "Who's asking?" ► HAIR Raven ► EYES Pink ► CLASS Shinobi

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Again, just a paragraph, maybe two. Just enough that we don't have any surprises IC.

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A shinobi hailing from Kanto's most prolific school of ninjutsu, based in Fuschia.

About two or three paragraphs is all that should be needed. If you want to do more, feel free. If you want to do just a paragraph for now, that's also fine, but less now means I will expect some additional details to be added later on. Also, your journey will begin in Saffron Village, and you should have some reason for working toward the greater Shogunate rather than toward the goals of one of the individual Clans. However, you may have origins among one of the more biased Clans, so long as you can end up in the opening setting along with everyone else.

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PARTNER POKEMON

Weepinbell

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Stun Spore ► MOVE 2 Wrap ► MOVE 3 Acid Spray ► MOVE 4 Sweet Scent	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 3'3" / 100cm ► WEIGHT 14.1 lbs / 6.4kg ► MET AT East of Fuschia ► NATURE Mild ► FAVORITE FOOD Bug-types

SPEECH COLOR TEXT TEST

tako-chan

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Seiru Ojima
_{小島 星流}

_Age

15+

_Origin

Muroran, Hokkaidō Prefecture, Japan

_{Physical Description}

Text

_{Characterization}

Friendly
Self-conscious
Passionate
Airheaded
Hopeful
Stubborn
Soft-spoken (out of uniform)

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_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

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Abilities & Talents

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Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Pitch Perfect, a vocal-type quirk that lets the user emit different kinds of sound frequencies including but not limited to infra and ultrasound.

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_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - 小島 星流 (Seiru Ojima) Hometown - Muroran, Hokkaidō Prefecture Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Female - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-conscious Trait Description. Airheaded Trait Description. Passionate Trait Description.

Physical Description There are certain qualities about Seiru that people notice more than others. Some notice her cute, round face and bright gold eyes first, horizontal pupils notwithstanding. If she's lucky, some would notice Seiru's personal style first, which can be described as "unconventionally cutesy." Others notice her height, which is quite tall for a girl her age at 177cm. That, when combined with her pale complexion, would lead some to correctly deduce that she isn't fully Japanese. In fact Seiru is 50% Japanese, 25% American, and 25%... Sea Monster. The thing that most people notice first about Seiru are the heavy, sprawling tentacles that sprout from her skull, much to her dismay. The tentacles are akin to her hair - they can be trimmed, colored, and decorated - but they also move about like an octopus’ appendages. They may twitch and curl unconsciously in response to Seiru's feelings, but otherwise function like regular hair. Compared to all of the above, the tiny wings on her head and back sometimes go unnoticed. Personal History TEXT! Character Arc TEXT! Quirk Description Seiru's Quirk is a vocal-based ability known as Pitch Perfect. The user emits different sound frequencies and intensities using their voice, including but not limited to infrasound and ultrasound.

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Aspiring Idol Hero: Chelsea (Japanese surname most likely)
HT/WT: 5'9 (5'11w)/278lbs (126kg)
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Blood type: O-
Chelsea’s got a cute face to match her cutesy personal style. She’s on the taller side for a young girl, and alongside her bright green hair she has equally bright yellow eyes, with unusual pupils not unlike a goat’s. If you noticed any of these traits before the giant mass of sprawling tentacles sprouting from her skull, congratulations! You’re on her good side. The tentacles are akin to her hair - they can be trimmed, colored, and decorated - but they also move about like an octopus’ appendages. Unlike an octopus her tentacles don’t have “brains” inside them. They may twitch and curl unconsciously in response to Chelsea’s feelings, but for the most part they don’t move unless she purposely moves them. Compared to her unique “hairstyle,” the tiny wings on her head and back sometimes go unnoticed.

Quirk: Emitter, Siren Song
offensive use makes a “cone” of high frequency noise that with prolonged exposure could damage a human’s eardrums. very good at mimicking sounds. Other human voices are the easiest for her, especially other girls’ voices, but she can still do very convincing impressions of men and animals. better at higher pitches and high frequency. The deeper the pitch or lower the frequency, the harder it is for her to perform.
current drawback: continued use of her “sonic attack” will strain her voice, and if she pushes herself while her voice is already strained she could lose her voice for a while.
future evolution: hypnosis with voice

Regulator Mic: a specialized microphone that, when Chelsea’s voice passes through it, amplifies the range of her voice while minimizing the destructive power. It turns her “sonic cone” into something more like a really loud broadcast, effective for getting people’s attention, and giving out orders or directions.

Appendage Regrowth: Obviously this is only true for her hair. If the tentacles are sliced or severed, they can heal in a few days and completely regrow in a few weeks.

Basic personality: soft spoken, friendly, airheaded. can be fairly stubborn too. little bit of a crybaby. her hero outfit is a huge confidence booster, almost like two different people in and out of uniform.

Basic backstory: half American, half Japanese. grew up on the East Coast USA. one parent secretly a villain? maybe something like mutant mom (squid), vocal quirk dad?

trivia:
part of the music club
She’s also part of the study club due to her mother chastising her about her less than stellar grades
The bed in her room is so full of pillows you can’t even see the mattress

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Name: Feliciano Ambrosi di Savoia
Title(s): whatever our church frens designate him
Gender: Male
Age: 287
Alignment: Philosopher Kings
Rank: Dead Apostle
Purpose for the Grail War: It's like being a guest star on your favorite sitcom.

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Personality: The perfect picture of a youthful boy: curious, courageous, proud, energetic, sadistic and cruel! He lives according to his whims, with little care to the consequences his actions may have on other people. After all, he is "above" normal people. He can chat with them, get along with them too, but it is more like a person talking to their pet.

Feliciano has all the time in the world, so he is prone to putting things off in order to pursue his current interests and fancies. He enjoys new experiences, as they are rare for him now, and likes sticking his nose into things if he thinks it will be funny. Similarly he enjoys learning, and often experiments with everything from magecraft, to the mundane, to the macabre. The world is literally his oyster.

The only thing he seems to takes seriously is his own survival. He never misses a meal, and if he senses he is in immediate danger he will make himself scarce. This is not a common occurrence as he is more than capable of wiping out any threat, or at least has been so far. He doesn't have much experience with other Dead Apostles, besides his creator whom he loathes on principal, but he probably comes off as a brat who is used to getting what he wants to them.

Bio: Once a prominent heir to his family, Feliciano is now well on his way to becoming a prominent Dead Apostle - as long as he can find that one certain bastard. Feliciano was turned into a vampire at a young age, for no reason except that the blood donor had wanted to try turning a child. Since then, his un-life has been a series of ups and downs. At first, he hated the change. When his mind caught up with his body, he was depressed and disgusted. His family had left him behind, assuming him dead or otherwise never to be found, and began rearing another heir in his place. Somehow even worse, the Dead Apostle that changed Feliciano didn't want anything to do with him either. No orders or desires, no sympathy or hatred. After the amusement faded he left, and Feliciano has been unable to find him since.

After a couple of decades, while Feliciano's grudges grew his attitude shifted. While his "master" was evading him, he was essentially a dog with no leash. He was quicker, stronger, and smarter than many mortals. Plus, he could live forever, technically. There were perks to this.

His mind became warped, or maybe it just evolved into it's natural next level. As a magus, he would continue his studies dutifully. He returned to his family home and took everything they had - tomes, materials, blood, body parts. Still a novice vampire at this point, he accidentally destroyed his own family's magic crest in the carnage. Oh well, he had forever to remake it! Honestly, his siblings all tasted gross anyway, he wouldn't have wanted that tainted crest implanted in himself.

After that Feliciano ruled his mansion and lands alone. He'd spend his days perfecting his craft like a good little magus during the day, and at night he'd go into town to play. Women especially were easy to lure away, always eager to help a little boy get home. Eventually this routine grew dull. He began experimenting - with his victims and himself. He went out more often, to dens of sins and sites of conflict. He has so much time on his hands now, so he had to find someway to kill the boredom, especially when progress on his magecraft came to stand stills. He could often be found watching anything from wars being waged to politicians debating each other. Humanity was his entertainment, and he watched them as a man watches mice in a cage... if sometimes that man would eat some of the mice, that is.

Hundreds of years passed, and Feliciano liked being a vampire.

He would prefer to find his maker and kill him, though. The one loose thread, the one thorn in his paw, in what was otherwise a life of calm study, warm amusement, and spontaneous debauchery. Maybe after that, Feliciano could even rise to the position of Ancestor...?

...oh, what was it that brought the immortal boy to the Sparta? The chance to see some real fun up close. Once the war was over, if the foolish Philosopher Kings ended up with the grail still in their possession, he'll probably kill them all and claim it himself as a new toy to play with for a while.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The sensation of cracking a shell
Number of Magic Circuits: B
Quality of Magic Circuits: C

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Elemental Affinity: Water

Abilities & Magecraft:

Vampire Physic: enhanced speed, strength, and senses. Pale skin, and eternal life.

Mystic Eyes of Enchantment: Cannot directly control the thoughts or actions of others, but puts the victims into an extremely suggestible state where they feel they want or need to believe in the caster and follow their direction. Can affect more than one target in an area, but grows more powerful with direct eye contact.

✨ Gemcraft ✨

Similar to another family's jewelcraft, yet different. Feliciano's magecraft involves not just storing energy inside of gemstones, but extracting meaning from those gemstones. For thousands of years, humans applied concepts to the pretty stones and minerals. They decorated the halls of kings and gods alike. They held power over people in more abstract ways than just monetary value. Stones were tied to emotions, psychic phenomenon, and natural elements - and this magecraft can draw it all out.

He always carries the materials of his craft with him - pure, natural gems. These include but are not limited to: Quartz - the channeling stone. Versatile, mutable, plentiful, and strong. Ruby - the stone of authority. Passion, heat, courage, nobility, vitality. Topaz - the life-giving stone. Tough, warm, soothing, healing, stimulating, steadiness. Emerald - the stone of truths. Clarity, intuition, love, sacred ritual. Sapphire - the stone of prosperity. Faith, fortune, focus. Amethyst - the peace stone. Balance, confidence, calm, empowerment, purification. Opal - the sighting stone. Luck, karma, mysticism, freedom, expansion, transfiguration. Onyx - the stone of protection. Harmony, defense, strength, absorption, negation, willpower. Diamond - the stone of commitment. Stamina, promise, virtue, immunity, intelligence.

Beyond natural rock and mineral, Feliciano's personal development of Gemcraft have given him insight into two particular "gems."

Pearls: the objects of purity. All pearls project integrity, royalty, and wisdom. Different colors carry different meanings. Their unique properties of being developed inside a living organism grant particular power when used in casting, such as a strong connection to the sea and life energies.
Blood: Gemstones made of hardened blood clots, developed in living humans and extracted when they are ready. A personal project that has had some success. The blood stones are particularly good for storing mana, and they are aligned towards destruction, grudge, deception, yearning, and persistence.

Crest: None, destroyed.

Mystic Codes:
Savoia Brooch - a large, ornate brooch with an empty space in the center. Developed by Feliciano's family at one point, it's a channeling tool. A gem can be placed into the space in the center of the brooch, and the gem's energies will be focused for a stronger, more potent spell.

Miniature Treasury - a tiny chest that can be held in two hands. It is dark wood inlaid with nacre, and so light that it seems empty. In function it is a mere jewelry box, in which one can reach through and grasp a gemstone. It is not like a bag of holding or tied to imaginary space, as it is linked to a physical room where physical objects are stored. Rather, it is more like a separate doorway into the space it's linked to. While Feliciano does have many stones and trinkets on his person, carrying around as many as he'd need for serious spells would be way too heavy! By the way, being a treasury room there are metals in it was well, such as silver and gold, but who cares about those.

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Despite the more modern fashion of the face claim, Inti wears the traditional clothes of his homeland. Colorful, strongly woven tabards, pants, shirts and shawls. Besides when sleeping, he can pretty much always be seen in a poncho of some sort - his favorite being a big red, white, and purple item with an intricate pattern stitched in. His hair is indeed a tricolor enigma that he states he was born with. Like all of his siblings, both within his Bunch and outside of it, he sports a small tattoo of a chakana on his shoulder blade.

Inti Ruq'a
15 | Male | 158cm-5'2'' | 40kg-88lbs
Tawantinsuyu | Dynamicism | Magnetism

Their Story
Can one create a Polymath? What would it take to do so? Would one have to grasp the very formulae that make up the human soul, or can the perfect environment be created to condition a Polymath from birth? In Tawantinsuyu, known outside of the 'New World' as the Inca Empire, the answer lay in a certain small population of 'kurakakuna,' those families that gave their bloodlines in service to the Empire. With Edenic Beasts as their mentors, those that would have been called priests centuries ago began working with these families to create Polymaths soon after the Futile War came to a close. Early tests were all but failures, as they quickly realized that humans couldn't simply grant the ability to perceive formulae the way the great Beasts could. They turned to other avenues, and other Formulizations for the project. At it's current stage with the introduction of Egoists specializing in 'reproduction,' altering their bodies and wombs to create the perfect vessel for special children, the project has seen some success.

Tawantinsuyu's 'artificial Polymaths' number few, but they'd proven it was indeed possible! Motivated by the results of this research branch, other branches of the government turned their sights to other things that had been deemed impossible. Mesmerology, or changing the formula of a living being, maybe it all could be possible.

The next question was, how many other nations had similar projects?

This is where Inti comes in.

He is a third generation artificial Polymath - or more accurately part of 'Bunch #3', the third batch of children which could be considered homunculi. With the opening of the Academic City of Bermuda, and the subjects of Bunch #4 still too young, Inti was chosen as the representative of Tawantinsuyu. He was the most gifted with formulae of all his fellow bunch-siblings, and with a strong life force, positive attitude and a specialization in Dynamicism that was previously achieved through relentless study and use of natural mineral and lodestones, there was no better choice. He would be able to show the rest of the world the potential of Tawantinsuyu, while absorbing information about other nations at the same time.

That last part was particularly interesting to Inti himself, as growing up in a government facility could be pretty dull at times. The artificial Polymaths were treated well, raised and socialized in groups and given an approximation of 'normal' childhood, in between their Formulization studies... but they were also smart kids that could tell their situation wasn't exactly the usual. For Inti, though unquestioningly loyal to Tawantinsuyu and the only family he's known, the prospect of making some outside friends, learning about other cultures and experiencing life outside is extremely exciting. Despite any ulterior motives, he is giddy and optimistic about the semester.

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Organization: Qamaq Bureau

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17 | Male

_{Character Synopsis}

A single child whose family is one of those that grows and ships Mistralton's produce. Kennedy - or "Ken" as his parents call him - has worked the farm all his life, developing a knack for observing and caring for living things. This of course included Pokémon, as many species both tame and wild visited the gardens. Protecting the crop from the latter meant learning to battle, and he grew decent at it... not that any of his peers would know. Kennedy was a good student, but never the most social. Though not shy, he had always been quiet and deferential, and he usually hurried home after classes to spend time with his Pokémon instead because his previous attempts to make human friends failed more often than not. Now in his final year, it's Kennedy's last chance to get close to his classmates. The goal: obtain at least one (1) human friend. He joined the academy's battle team as a late addition hoping to do just that. Of course, battling wild Pokémon is a lot different than battling a trainer, and his lack of personal skills might interfere in the friendship aspect, but he's willing to give it his all.

_{Character Ties}

1) TBD later if accepted. Do not fill out. Add more if needed.
2) TBD later if accepted. Do not fill out. Add more if needed.

_Pokémon

1) Swoobat | Male | Simple

Calm Mind
Supersonic
Psychic
Air Cutter

2) Blitzle | Male | Lightning Rod

Quick Attack
Charge
Spark
Thunder Wave

3) Pumpkaboo (small) | Female | Insomnia

Trick-or-Treat
Shadow Sneak
Razor Leaf
Shadow Ball

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18 | Female

_{Character Synopsis}

Write a short character synopsis here. Nothing complex, of course, since your characters are essentially high schoolers with Pokémon.

_{Character Ties}

1) TBD later if accepted. Do not fill out. Add more if needed.
2) TBD later if accepted. Do not fill out. Add more if needed.

_Pokémon

1) Gothorita | Female | Competitive

Psyshock
Psybeam
Charm
Hypnosis

2) Snom | Female | Ice Scales

Powder Snow
Struggle Bug
Mirror Coat
Icicle Spear

3) Larvesta | Male | Flame Body

Leech Life
Flame Wheel
Harden
Bug Bite

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Name: Geneviève
Title(s): Patron Saint of Paris, Heavenly Protector
Class: Shielder

Gender: Female

Alignment: Lawful Good

Attribute: (This will be assigned to you.)

Bio:

Parameters:
STR: D+
END: C
AGI: D
MAN: B
LCK: A

Class Skills:
> Magic Resistance (Mid)
> Riding (Low)
> Self-Defense Field (High)

Personal Skills: (free form thoughts below)
body skill is a given, of an extremely high rank. something like prana burst (miracle) sounds hilarious but probably is too meme. It could also become "mana defense" similar to what Galahad has. A skill that is like a passive charm feels good. but idk. or something like passive authority. If it's not too much, a healing aura given the whole corpse cured plague thing. a type of territory creation, and/or blessing skill.

Noble Phantasm: THIS IS NOT A JOKE (but maybe a bit meme)

Name: Deus Ex Machina
Title: The Wonderful Deliverance After Prayer
Rank: EX
NP Type: Anti-somethingorother
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description:

McBritish

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Name:

Leon England

Arcana:

The Tower

Birthday:

November 1st, Scorpio

Appearance:

175cm and filled out, with strong arms and a narrow waist. Leon has white skin and a mop of blonde hair that's usually covered by a hat, headphones, or goggles. Faint freckles dot his face, neck, and arms, along with various cuts, scrapes, and bandages. He has little scars all over his hands and forearms - his legs and feet too. In many spots on his body really, not that those would be obvious. He pretty much always wears the blazer of his uniform unbuttoned, with a hoodie or jacket worn under or over it. Though he only wears a thin chain for jewelry now, there are many holes in his ears where piercings used to be along with a tear in the right lobe. Seems his nostrils and tongue may have been pierced at one time as well.

Reputation:

A trouble magnet. Bad luck. A weirdo. A whirlpool.

A scholarship student who got into the academy due to his background in robotics. He spends almost all of his free time working on personal projects, so catching him outside of class or the cafeteria is uncommon. He is a passionate person capable of intense focus, and often times he'll ignore all else while he is elbow deep in his work. He is an introvert by nature, but not a loner - by choice anyway. He likes people but he doesn't go out of his way to reach out to them anymore, resigned to isolation. He comes off as awkward or rude since it's hard to carry a conversation that goes nowhere, and he is headstrong and not one for mincing words which has made his first impressions all the more rough.

Although the real reason he doesn't seem to keep many friends is because something always seems to go wrong around him sooner or later. It's not a rumor, it's a fact; and uncanny enough that it might be more than just Leon's clumsiness. Even this early on in the year at Harbour Academy it's known: bad luck and bad news alike find their way to him and the people around him. Anything that gets too close gets sucked in and dashed to pieces.

Background:

Prior to arriving in Britain, Leon lived in the United States where he was born and raised. He was the only child of two well off parents, so growing up he had everything a kid could need. In his early childhood he was even a bit smothered, given his family's concern over a condition he was born with: numbness and the absence of pain in his extremities, making him into an accident prone kid. Despite that, life was pretty good for the England family early on.

Things began to get rough as Leon got older. He'd never grown out of his clumsiness and at this point never would, in fact a bad luck streak seemed to stick with Leon and he'd come home with more injuries than ever the older he got. Not all of it was due to accidents - you see when your family is as well off as Leon's was, other kids try to suck up to you. When it doesn't work and they find out you're kind of a nerd, they get harsh with you. And when you push back, that's when they get downright cruel. Not one to back down, Leon ended up fighting a lot. It was distressing for his parents to say the least, though for Leon it was something he'd gotten used to.

As for his school life, it was touch and go for a couple of years. His family moved a few times, and things would go well for a while before they went right back to how they were before. Leon couldn't seem to keep trouble away from him. One of the only things that kept him going in school was working on machines. It was a hobby he'd taken interest in years ago, and it had remained his passion ever since. There was a certain catharsis to building something from scratch and knowing exactly how it worked. To taking something apart piece by piece and deciding if it should be put back together again. He enjoyed tinkering with all kinds of machines in that way, but robots were his favorite. To that end always he joined every robotics club he found. He was pretty good at it.

Junior high was a tipping point. It was when his whirlpool of bad luck started spreading. Things broke around him, people got hurt, and even his class hamster died when it was his turn to watch it. In reality, it was coincidence. To Leon, it was a self-fulfilling prophecy - and to other kids? It was creepy. When they started coming after him, things devolved into more than just fighting. It was shocking what people could do to someone when they thought that they couldn't feel it. These things Leon never told his parents, claiming he'd just had another accident.

It was obvious his parents were becoming exasperated with everything that was going on with him. Instead of confiding in them and putting more on their plate, Leon tried to relieve their worries by redoubling his efforts at school. He got good grades, he won robotics competitions, things seemed to be working out even if the "accidents" were getting worse. As soon as his parents brought up changing schools again, Leon handed them an acceptance letter to Harbour Academy. He'd been applying to international schools behind their back, as they never would have considered it under normal circumstances. They still didn't like the idea of letting their son go so far away, but eventually they relented. A fresh start would be good for him, whether it was abroad or not.

Misc. :

• Burgers. Your food flanderization for Leon is burgers.
• The condition he has is called congenital sensory neuropathy.
• Likes listening to people talk without his input, like podcasts and lectures. Likes accents too.

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Persona: Triangle

It's name is derived from several different "triangles" of urban myth known as the Devil's Triangles - patches of ocean that sink ships and crash planes, the vessels never to be found again. The most well known of these is the infamous Bermuda Triangle, which this Persona embodies. It stands a little more than twice as tall as Leon, and though it can move on its own it can be "piloted" from the back.

Moveset:

Ranged DPS with the Electricity element. Lasers, beams, blasts, etc. Can skate over water. Capable of ramming or kicking in a pinch. Will revise properly if accepted.

Sea of Unconscious Weapon:

A gun that looks like it was pulled straight out of a sci-fi anime. Not exactly a flintlock fit for a seafarer, but a reliable weapon all the same.

Charybdis

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Nephe / Nerpha?

Age:

Gender:

Race: Sollan

Origin: Edren

COMBAT INFORMATION

Class: Dragoon

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Materia: [Currently two max.]

Limit Breaks: [Include only one to start off with-- you will be able to add more later on. You may use preexisting ones or make your own.]

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Personality:

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_______________________________________________ Info _______________________________________________ Full Name - Kouta Tanaka Age - 16 Hometown - Cerulean City Aspiration - Pokémon Researcher - Personality _______________________________________________ Capricious She's always been prone to mood swings, but now that Kou is experiencing so many new things her emotions are running high and her brain is in overdrive. She wavers between pensive, nervous, irritable and outgoing. Curious She is a voracious reader, always enjoyed overhearing people gossip, and now with some freedom she has been sticking her nose into everything. She wants to learn and explore as much as possible. Tense It's very hard for Kou to relax around people. Perhaps a trait inherited from her father. Most of the time she's on alert, and when flustered or frustrated she has a habit of playing with whatever is in her hands. It will take time for her make friends and feel comfortable enough to really trust others.

Character Concept Kouta, or "Kou" as she prefers to be called, is a very sheltered girl. Her father is a worrywart who finds it hard to connect with his daughter, and overcompensates by keeping her close and safe. Whenever Kou's mother is home the family loosens up, but she rarely is. She's a business woman who basically lives in Goldenrod City, but frequently visits Unova and other regions for extended business trips. Because of this, Kou's childhood was very secluded. No unsupervised time outside of the house, no sleepovers, no school field trips, and definitely no Pokémon. As a teenager, Kou's acts of rebellion started by sneaking out of the house at night. One night, she actually ran into a wandering Oddish. She saw it again the night after that. Gradually the two of them became friends and Kou smuggled it into her room. When it was discovered two weeks later, Kou and her father had a massive argument that led to Oddish being thrown out and Kou being "ground indefinitely." All of this leads to Kou's current situation and concept. She is a runaway from home who only has whatever she managed to stuff into her backpack. She used her small amount of money to purchase Pokéball for Oddish, who she met up with after leaving. Now the two of them head west from Cerulean City to make it on their own. Pokémon Kou's relationship with Pokémon is only just beginning. Her family has never kept Pokémon, and she'd never been allowed to play with the neighbors'. At the moment she only knows the basic facts that are taught in general education: things like all Pokémon have "types," some people use them for battling each other, they can be dangerous if you don't have a Pokémon of your own... and et cetera. Since meeting Oddish, she's been doing a lot of hands on learning which she greatly enjoys. It's lead to her forming a wish a deep in heart - meet as many Pokémon as possible to learn more about them! Oddish | Oddish Oddish does not yet have a nickname. It was a wild Pokémon until only a few days ago, though it was bonded to Kou before its official capture. It has a mild nature, shows concern for others, and though it has some tears in its leaves its appearance is otherwise the usual for an Oddish.

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Female | Kouta Tanaka | 16

Appearance:

Kou barely brushes five feet in height, though as far as proportions go her limbs are long and thin. Her body is thin too, the only plush part of her being whatever baby fat still clings to her cheeks, making her face rounded. It's clear that she doesn't get out much, from her palish skin to her lack of any budding muscle. Her hair is a fluffy orange, and she's proud to cut it herself. Her eyes are large, bright, and inquisitive - and Kou has a tendency to stare which can get unnerving. She doesn't smile much, but her eyes are expressive enough to show her happiness. In the summer her skin blooms with freckles where the sun touches it, which fade after a few days indoors.

Background:

- Born and raised in Cerulean City
- Mother is away from home constantly for work. Goes to Goldenrod most often but maybe other regions as well?
- Father is main caretaker, he is a worrywart and very overprotective
- Leads to Kou basically not being allowed to do anything that might seem "dangerous"
- no unsupervised time outside of the house, no sleepovers, no school field trips, definitely no raising Pokemon
- As a teenager Kou begins sneaking out of the house at night
- Meets Oddish on one night and begins bonding with it whenever they meet
- Brings Oddish back home, tries to keep it a secret in her room
- Kou and Father get into an argument when Oddish is discovered and Oddish is kicked out
- She spends a few days ruminating on everything, then cue Kou running away from home
- Finds Oddish again and they head towards Mt. Moon

Personality:

Although Kouta (or "Kou" as she prefers to be called) is on the quieter side, she is anything but shy. She has a curious, persistent personality that drives her to learn. She tries her best to connect with others, but due to isolation during her childhood and lack of personal experience, she finds it hard to make friends. She has yet to master the art of telling "white lies," and so she is honest with others to a fault. In fact she is bad at lying in general, though she does sometimes try to hide anything that might get her into trouble she is quickly found out. Though it seems her mood is fickle, that is because she is so unused to new experiences that she doesn't know how to handle them - though in general she enjoys the excitement of trying things. When she is stressed, agitated, or otherwise uncomfortable she has a habit of playing with whatever is in her hands; crushing or tearing things, or clenching and unclenching her fist if she has nothing.

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......................................................................................... ________________________________________ Barbatos Di Comoita 27 | Male | Demon _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Goeta City ❏ CASTE: Wealthy Family's 9th Son ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Comoita Family, Goeta Elite ❏ GOALS: Keep his family's favor; gain information on the Umbral Order; uncover who was, and possibly is, leaking information about Goeta's high profile citizens to outsiders _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Debt Collecting ◆ Investigation ◆ Free-running ◆ Street fighting EQUIPMENT: ◆ Matches ◆ Set of Knives ◆ First-Aid Kit ◆ Brim Stone ◆ The Ledger™

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Barbatos stands at 5'11''. His physique is fit, and though he has several traits typical of demonkind unfortunately he looks closer to human than not - only two arms, two legs, and pale peach colored skin infrequently dotted with scar tissue. It's been said by many people, family and strangers, that his demon blood runs thin. What demonic traits he does sport include elongated ears and incisors, asymmetrical obsidian horns that sprout from his forehead, dark scales that run from his shoulder blades down his biceps and back, and a tail. His tail is not the stereotypical fork, rather it is more like a reptile's tail - thick, scaly, and long. His eyes are the same glowing, molten gold shared between all members of the Comoita family, so at least there is no denying his heritage. As for style, he usually dresses in clean, practical clothes and accessorizes with gold befitting his status. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Patient. Thorough. Inquisitive. In another life he may have excelled as a scholar, but alas. Barbatos works with many people on a near daily basis, so he does his best to play at being charming. His brand of "charming" is a mixture of playful, friendly, and lame. It falls flat for most, but miraculously works on others. Still, many prefer him when he is all business. In such situations he is cool and calm, giving the impression that he is in control even when he is clearly not. He does not shy away from violence, and uses it liberally when negotiation fails - though it's always his second choice, preferring diplomacy or... other less savory tactics before getting physical. His temper comes as a simmer rather than an explosion, and when he does anger it is with a cold fury. His reputation precedes him in many of Geota's circles, and while he is known as a fair man he is also not one to be pushed around. Growing up with eight older siblings and a human face quickly taught him how to stand up for himself. When attending family functions or representing the Comoita he puts on airs, but his true self is more down to earth, humorous, and much more blunt. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: Temperance Barbatos does not show off with his arcana, and most don't even know he has one. He was only ever instructed in how to increase his family member's arcana, and so that is it's primary use. Over the years he has managed to figure out how to dim the effects of arcana as well, but only when they are very close to him. Minor: The Two of Pentacles It appears as a rather simple ring: an alabaster stone set into a band of metal. A first glance it's use seems as simple as it's appearance. When the arcana is touched to something, it "opens" that something. Barbatos uses it frequently, as with just a pass of his hand doors, chests, safes, and the like open themselves. The arcana bypasses locks and magic charms, and hasn't failed to force something open so far. Hidden rooms reveal themselves if the ring touches their entrance, and there was even one case where someone tried to swallow evidence and the ring was able to force open their mouth so Barbatos could retrieve it.

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Z Bennett

_{W A R D E N}

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Lance Bennett

20 | 5'11" (180cm) | O+ | WARDEN 3^rd CLASS

_{A P P E R A N C E}

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Lance had been a skinny kid when he was first enrolled. It was hard to put on the muscle that training as a WARDEN demanded, but within the last decade he had managed it. Now he is compactly built, hard muscle everywhere with virtually no excess fat. Even with the nicks and scars carved into his body from training and scraps, he takes pride in his physique as the proof of all of his hard work. He keeps as fit as possible, especially because he is prone to illness. It didn't used to be that way - somewhere along the line he got sick and stayed sick, always running some kind of low level fever if his skin was anything to go by. It's both a warm tan complexion and warm to the touch. Nothing serious though, as he'd say.

Because he is rarely out of uniform, he doesn't put much thought into what he wears during his down time. Most of his clothes are gifts or hand-me-downs anyway. It is quite funny to see him mix some garment a more fashion forward friend gave to him with the most worn out piece of clothing the world has ever seen. He basically just wears whatever makes him happy or catches his interest. He is most commonly seen with his trademark scarf, embroidered with the initials Z.B.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Loyalty is the basis of Lance's personality. He was raised believing how important it was to obey one's parents, their superiors, and their God. The thought of betraying someone's trust doesn't even cross his mind, and on the rare chance he does it the guilt eats away at him until he usually ends up confessing. Because of this, Lance makes for a good friend and is very easy to get along with. He's always willing to lend a hand, hear someone out, or join in on a fun time.

He's fine with banter and can take a good ribbing. He tries not to let anything bother him, keeping strong both for himself and others. He doesn't often talk about his family, and though some jabs at his character hurt more than others he is quick to forgive... if not forget. His emotions are easy to read on his face, he definitely wears his heart on his sleeve. When he's in a good mood he loves to share it, but when he's feeling down or conflicted, he deflects.

Lance has come to be known as hard working and reliable. Someone who always puts others before himself. The kind of person you can lean on if you need to, very literally; he's lent his shoulder for people to cry on and bodily dragged fellow drunken WARDENs back to the barracks plenty of times. He isn't touchy per se, but he appreciates a friendly touch and will happily reciprocate whether its a hug or one of his squadmates dragging him to the sparring ring to kick his ass again.

Perhaps not so surprisingly given his upbringing, but he is quite chaste. He travels to one of the Citadel's cathedrals once a week, head down, intense, introspective and quietly talking with himself. This is a routine he takes very seriously. Sometimes he struggles with his own identity, although this is a side of himself he would be mortified to let anyone else in on. He especially doesn't want anyone to find out just how afraid he is of being deployed for real.

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The Bennett family have a proud history. Rassvet natives dedicated to service - even before the Rassvet-Vangar Conflict began. Sons and daughters of the lineage had always been devout members of the Order of the Dawn, inquisitors from a long line of inquisitors. The current family patriarch, Jophiel Bennett, had been one of a handful of prolific High Inquisitors in Fazra before being forced to retire due to a leg injury. He and his wife Miranda returned to Rassvet to the Bennett estate, in the pretty fishing village of Sheldock on the coast, where they raised their four sons.

The eldest son Michael was put on a high pedestal, groomed to be the next Bennett inquisitor before he could even talk which kept him from WARDEN life. The second son Lance however was sure to be scooped up by the WARDENs as soon as he was of age to be tested given his innate capabilities. This too was a source of pride for the family. The youngest son Laramie would eventually go on to show a sense for magic unlike any other. The only anomaly was the middle son Zadkiel, who seemed to have inherited none of the prestige of the family name and had little to no aptitude for magic. It was normal for talent to skip a child or two, so while Zak did not receive any of the special training or attention of his father, he was treated with love all the same.

A few weeks after Lance's tenth birthday, he was selected to join WARDEN just as many predicted. The boy was excited, looking forward to it. In celebration, the boy's father let the eldest three brothers take their boat out for some quality time together before they split up - as Michael would soon be leaving as well, traveling to Fazra to complete his initiation into the Order. Lunches and fishing poles packed, the day was a blur of warmth and happiness. It was on their way back that tragedy struck. As dusk was settling over the water, one of the boys rocked the boat a little too hard, or shoved each other just a little too roughly, and Lance was thrown overboard. Given that the family was well accustomed to the water, the remaining brothers waited for Lance to come back up. He never did. Frantically, Michael and Zak dove in to try and find him, but the waters were dark by then. It was late into the night when they gave up, unable to locate their brother. Explaining what happened to their father was most frightening thing the boys had ever done.

Jophiel was a stern, proud man who took his and his family's image very seriously. He was unwilling to admit that Lance, WARDEN hopeful and prodigal son, had died on his watch; not to himself or anyone else. He couldn't face that shame and disappointment.

What followed was a devious scheme un-befitting a Dawn inquisitor. One of his sons had drowned that day, but it wasn't Lance - it was Zadkiel. That's what he convinced the world of. Lance and Zadkiel were close in age, Zak only one year younger, and with the same red hair and tanned skin they were commonly confused with each other. If one hadn't been treated so much more handsomely than the other, they could have been twins. Zadkiel was not on board for this plan, but as a child there was not much he could do. He was pressed into obedience and sworn to silence. The Bennett family mourned "Zadkiel" for a little while, and prepared "Lance" to be sent to the Citadel.

After the WARDENs came to collect him, they were suspicious of "Lance's" sudden drop in aptitude. The lie was maintained with the explanation that his grief over his brother was deeply affecting him. This was true, as the boy barely had time to process everything that had happened to himself and his brother. He never would have made the cut for WARDEN under normal circumstances, so the training was absolutely grueling. Over time it got harder and harder to make up excuses, so the only thing "Lance" could do was train harder and harder. He gained a reputation as a workhorse, and though he was consistently in the lowest percentile of his class, he managed to remain "WARDEN material."

The first few years he hated every minute of it, but the crushing guilt he would feel if he deserted stopped him from doing so. The only people who knew the truth of his situation were himself, his father, and his older brother. Aggressive gaslighting on Jophiel's part managed to convince even his mother that he was, and had always been, Lance. The family never spoke of the incident, so their youngest son grew up never knowing there had been a fourth brother at all. If he left service, it would completely destroy his relationship with his family. If he confessed the truth, it would stain the family's image. More than that though, if he refused to carry this name then Lance would really be gone forever.

So he swallowed his grief, his discomfort, everything that told him this was wrong. He suffered the brutal lifestyle of future WARDENs, endured the ridicule of better trainees, learned to live with the mistburn and tried not to develop an abusive habit with the burn reducing drugs. As a kid he'd hated his old fashioned, traditional name, but while lying awake after training he would give nearly anything to hear someone call him by it.

When graduation came, he'd had to scurry off and find somewhere private to let himself be emotional. The certificate said Lance Bennett, like he knew it would. It had "his" birth date. The real Lance would have been twenty now, while the young man holding the paper was nineteen. Staring at the certificate brought about such a weird, volatile mix of emotions. He was bitter, he was proud. He had nearly burnt a hole through the thing before someone came to find him.

He is glad for the road trip, jumping at the chance to join. He hopes to use it to sort out all his feelings before deployment. If nothing else he is determined to stay alive during the conflict so he can finally come clean after serving his term, put Lance to rest and die as his own man - hopefully far into the future.

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Vanguard, situational Ranger

Combat Style:
It was a common joke around the barracks that there should be a WARDEN 4^th class solely so that Lance could occupy it. That fact is that Lance is never the best person in the squad at any given thing; he is far from a fighting prodigy and could never cut it as a mage. What he does have are his eyes, his body, tenacity, and the drive to protect himself and others.

In melee he relies on his strength more than anything, having honed himself over the last decade into a human-spear to drive wedges between enemy formations. He is usually first into combat for that reason, to create an opening for others to capitalize on. Like every other WARDEN he is proficient with many kinds of weapons, but he prefers pikes and a trusty sword most of all... when he's not using firearms that is, which he quite good with. Though Lance is no slouch with melee weaponry (a decade of training will make sure of that), he is much better with a rifle or handgun - especially high-precision, long-range rifles. Despite that, he is relegated to the front line because his difficulties with sensing and channeling the Mist make it difficult for him to operate as a true independent ranger. Give him a spotter or a partner though, and he makes an efficient and deadly sniper.

Magic was never Lance's strong suit. His affinity with the Mist is very low, and he suffers from mistburn so often it might as well be constant. To both cover up his symptoms and make himself seem at least a little competent, Lance focused on learning a simple kind of magic and learning it well: elemental control over fire. Needless to say using magic is a last resort for him in combat. His "signature" spell is the halo of flames, a ring of fire summoned above or around him that flings embers outward from it.

Finally, over his WARDEN uniform he wears a light armor modeled after the likes of the Order of the Dawn's inquisitors but bearing the Bennett family crest. It's imbued with blessings and isn't hard to move around in at all. At one point he hated the armor, but after several cuts and scratches and a friendly paint job, he came to like it well enough; it does give him a little more protection after all.

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YUMA KOKOHEAD
^{(& Shinigami!)}

-- Master Detective of the WDO --
~ Master Detective Archives: Rain Code ~

"If I let the truth be buried like this, more bad things could happen. I'm going to find the truth. It's my duty as a detective."
"Will you stop confusing detectives with heroes? Regardless, I have nothing to do with this. So, whatever."
"For someone who has nothing to do with it, you sure have some strong opinions."
"Hmph!"

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Clue Color
Forensic Forte (DDB7F5)
Shinigami's Eyes (F2B5DE)

Sleuth Specialties

Yuma has a special ability called a Forensic Forte, something many other Master Detectives of his world possess. The Fortes, which they use to investigate in ways an ordinary detective would not be able to, are normally unique to the individual. However Yuma's Forte, called Coalescence, allows him to temporarily adopt the abilities of other people so long as they are willingly shared with him. They linger for a short while after use. Coalescence itself can also be shared with others. Due to his Forte, Yuma can somewhat sense when someone has a supernatural ability. Since Coalescence alone won't help him with investigations if there are no abilities to borrow, Yuma primarily relies on good old fashioned sleuthing. He has a keen eye and strong drive to be thorough with his clue collecting, and from these clues he's more than intelligent enough to deduce possible scenarios and suspects.

His connection with Shinigami provides a few boons in regards to investigations. She is functionally ghost and as such can fly and phase through obstacles, reporting back what she sees to Yuma... if she's feeling cooperative. As a god of death she also sometimes provides a unique perspective on cases, and having another person to bounce theories around with proves useful from time to time.

[Mystery Labyrinth stuff?]

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` ` Origin: Great Red Sand, Sumeru Affiliation: Sumeru Akademiya Weapon: Catalyst Vision: Birthday: August 8th Constellation: Avis Paradisi Epithet: Daredevil Academic		` ` _______

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Character Story 1

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Character Story 2

As a Driyosh of the Vahumana Darshan, Javid has wandered the lands of Sumeru and some of its neighboring nations. He has long suspected that he was only granted his status of Driyosh as a way for his superiors to be rid of him, hoping that his nature as a storm chaser would eventually retire him for good. However, he has no evidence to support this. Nevertheless he is glad to be able to travel; experiencing other cultures firsthand is useful not only for his thesis and study, but his growth as a person. Not to mention there were all kinds of interesting, exciting things to find, and more freedom to study them - the matra's watchful eyes only reached so far outside of Sumeru's sand and forest, after all.

Character Story 3

"Storm Chaser" is not a title earned, but rather an epithet that Javid discovered others within the Akademiya referred to him as. It's literal meaning is a person who follows after dangerous weather, be they thunderstorms, sandstorms, or the like, in order to experience or study them. On that level it isn't really true of Javid, although there was that one time when an inter-Darshan study tour comprised of Vahumana, Haravatat, and Kshahrewar students were stranded at the site of some ancient ruins during a particularly vicious storm that Javid hadn't let get in the way of his research. He'd suggested that they make use of the storm and look into how ancient and contemporary storm procedures differed, if they could find any examples during the event before heading out of the shelter. No, he suspects that the nickname only really picked up over the years as he volunteered for progressively more dangerous expeditions. All things considered, he doesn't mind it.

Character Story 4

Javid received his vision after declaring his major field of research, finding it laid gently on his bed that same night. He considered it proof that he'd made the right choice, and a great boon to the research itself: the cultural differences between allogenes and "normal humans." He could tell that the way people treated him had changed immediately. Anthropology, history, and philosophy are all of great interest to Javid like most others in the Vahumana Darshan, and his research is just the next step; how those with a vision and those without each think, go about their lives, how they view that power, and comparing those answers within Sumeru to the answers from other nations. However, because Vahumana especially are always looking into the "why" of things, he must be careful with his notes. Looking into such mysterious forces like gods, visions, and their chosen skirts close enough to committing one of the Akademiya's "sins" that he may already be on the matra's radar.

Character Story 5

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` ` Origin: Great Red Sand, Sumeru Affiliation: Sumeru Akademiya Weapon: Catalyst Vision: Birthday: August 8th Constellation: Avis Paradisi Epithet: Daredevil Academic		` ` _______

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Origin: Great Red Sand, Sumeru
Affiliation: Sumeru Akademiya
Weapon: Polearm or Catalyst idk yet
Vision:

Birthday: August 8^th
Constellation: Avis Paradisi

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ITINER

D A N Y L
D A N Y L

^{“ I learned the easiest way to stop something from hurting is to cut it out of you. ”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ Danyl Feytin is an archetypal rogue. He grew up on the slimmer side and favors practical dark colored clothing. The mark of his guild is tattooed on his spine where neck meets shoulder, and a simple patch covers the area where his left eye would be. Despite only having the one, lack of depth perception isn't a weakness of his so long as he is focusing (early mornings are the worst for it). He is dexterous, skilled with his hands, and learned all the simple magic tricks that would have delighted the friends from his childhood. He knows his way around a few types of blades, and though fist fighting isn't his forte he can throw a mean punch. Take one too. He justifies his life as a thief, working among men that have much more storied rap sheets than him, by telling himself that his parents would prefer him like this rather than in a grave beside them. Still, shame lingers. His psyche, fractured by childhood trauma, colors his relationship with both possessions and people. He tends not to keep much of anything for fear of growing attached and then losing it. He tries to keep others at a distance, never close enough that it would hurt when they inevitably left. But people are harder not to get attached to, and harder to just give away, as it were. It's impossible for him to completely close his heart off, though not for lack of trying. The ghost of the boy he used to be must be buried somewhere within him. Danyl is rough around the edges, but hard working and generally trustworthy despite his profession. He often tells people he's "a thief, not a spy," when they give him shit about his very obvious lying tell. With no real outlet for his anger he'd gained a bit of a temper as he aged, and though he isn't quick to violence he certainly doesn't shy away from it. The fire never really left him that day, its coals remained in his chest until he was old enough to stoke the flame and develop a hell of a want for vengeance. For Danyl, there is no moving forward from his past until he can cut out the part of him that hurts. Obviously cutting his heart out would kill him, so he has to remove the next best thing: the bandits that caused the pain in the first place.

C H I L D H O O D I N A R D E N F E L D C H I L D H O O D I N A R D E N F E L D _______________________________________________________________________________________________ The Feytin family was a peaceful and happy one. Town grocers; a thickly built husband, a plump and vibrant wife, and three healthy children with one more on the way. They lived in a large home that was always in need of some kind of repair, with an even larger garden that the whole household tended to. The patriarch held friendships far and wide through his dealings with merchants, and proof of his bonds filled the family home in the form of knick knacks and tapestry that enchanted his wife and children. It was a well loved and well lived in homestead, nestled deep in the hamlet of Ardenfeld. Danyl was the family's middle child, affectionately called "Danny" by pretty much the entire town. He spent his youth happily gathering other children together and regaling them with tales of places far outside of their little village; his father's stories, with some fun embellishments of his own. He fancied himself mature beyond his years, but he still giggled when someone ruffled his hair. He loved spending time with Mary, exploring and showing off for her. Enjoyed every argument he had with Lyndii about whether something was true or not, and making up afterward over snacks. Was always elated when Shysca from across the way was invited to visit, too young then to realize his elder brother had a crush on her. After a rocky start that involved more than a few bruises he'd even befriended the girl Teth, as close with her as any other in the village. In those days he wanted for nothing... L I F E A T T H E O R P H A N A G E L I F E A T T H E O R P H A N A G E _______________________________________________________________________________________________ For a long time after the fire, Danyl wished that he had burned up too. He was a boy of nine years when he arrived at the orphanage, his once vibrant personality suffocated by grief. Life in Sarinan could have been worse, but for children ripped from their homes and families and suddenly thrust into an unfamiliar city and made to live with unfamiliar people, it was a whole lot of awful. The only thing that kept Danyl from complete despair was the company of his friends and fellow survivors. In the early days of the orphanage they looked out for each other. They encouraged each other. They were each others' shoulder to cry on, some more than others. And they would always have each other. Until they didn't. One by one the Ardenfeld children left. Even though they'd promised each other that wherever they might go they would meet again at that town, Danyl felt his heart crumple more with every departure. Teth was the last, and when she asked if he remembered their promise he knew she'd leave him too. By the next night Danyl was the only one them still at the orphanage. Everything that had remained of his previous life was gone. That he never fled wasn't surprising; he was not as brave or strong as some of the other kids. That he was never adopted was to be expected; no one wanted to take in a child that had something wrong with them. During the walk to Sarinan and in the subsequent confusion of the establishment taking on so many new kids at once, the injury he'd taken during the fire had gotten worse. His left eye had been punctured, and by the time healers had gotten around to taking a look it was too late to repair it. His vision had gone completely during the five years he spent at the orphanage. When he was released into the streets of Sarinan with no where to go and no possessions to his name he was a teenager, angry and emotional. He'd gotten over his want to join his family in the next world knew now if he didn't live on in spite of everything, then his family died for nothing. So he did live, scraping by begging in the streets of Sarinan. O N W A R D: A N E W P A T H O N W A R D: A N E W P A T H _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Months after Danyl began roughing it as a street urchin, one of his father's merchant friends passed through town. The man had no plan to look after the boy, but he could at least give Danyl a ride to the capital city where surely opportunity awaited. That opportunity, it turned out, was being picked up by a thieves' guild. They called themselves Palla Orchids, a slightly facetious name, and they fancied themselves as 'noble thieves' stealing only from those that could afford to lose. Their captain was a man named Victor Mason who took the starving boy in. On a whim, he'd said, after the most amusing look on Danyl's face when he pointed out to the kid that pick-pocketing would fetch more coin than relying on charity. The Orchids' base was more like a criminal hostel than anything. It was hardly a home. The Orchids themselves were certainly not a family, but for most of them this place and these people were all they had. It bred a certain loyalty in them, and the same went for Danyl. With some polish Danyl made a decent thief and burglar. Decent scrapper too, after Victor and some of the other men taught him how to fight. Early on he was deeply ashamed of what he'd become. It was immediately apparent that the guild did not adhere to its noble tenets - but they were taking money and trinkets, not lives or homes. Nothing compared what their targets could be losing. Living there, being with the guild, was a whole lot easier and safer than trying to make it on his own. There, he wasn't greeted with pity or disgust. They traded jokes with him. They called him Danny. He never considered Victor as a surrogate father, but eventually he looked up to the man like one. And he'd always been so damn eager to please. He spent five more years there in Pallaviel, honing his skill. It wasn't much, but it was life. He became a lieutenant in the guild for his as of yet unfailing service, concerning himself only with providing for the guild, keeping himself alive, and keeping his ear to the ground for any leads about a certain bandit group. He fulfilled the captain's every command, whether it was doing the jobs no one else wanted or chasing down deserters before they left the city. Day to day duties kept painful memories at bay on the good days, but they stubbornly clung to him. On the tenth anniversary of the fire, Danyl requested leave, prepared a small pack, and set out for what had once been home. His heart had been hurting all these years, and it was time to cut some of the pain away. He didn't expect any of the friends from back then to remember their promise. When they inevitably didn't show up he would be able to let them go for good.

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Name: Cholly Irving Knickerbocker
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Pleasant
Abilities: (This includes Magecraft, Mystic Codes, etc.)
Magecraft: Da Basics?? + Hierophany
Mystic Codes: Probably an actual Azoth Blade lol
Miscellaneous: Autism be damned my boy can work a grill

Command Seal Location: Neck
Circuit Quality: A
Circuit Quantity: B
Circuit Composition: what is this??
Origin: idk lol
Element: Water

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Info Pokémon (an abbreviation for Pocket Monsters in Japan) is a Japanese media franchise managed by The Pokémon Company, founded by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures. The franchise was created by Satoshi Tajiri in 1996, and is centered around fictional creatures called "Pokémon". In Pokémon, Pokémon Trainers are people who catch, train, care for, and battle with Pokémon. The English slogan for the franchise is "Gotta Catch ‘Em All!". There are currently 1008 Pokémon species. Info Pokémon (an abbreviation for Pocket Monsters in Japan) is a Japanese media franchise managed by The Pokémon Company, founded by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures. The franchise was created by Satoshi Tajiri in 1996, and is centered around fictional creatures called "Pokémon". In Pokémon, Pokémon Trainers are people who catch, train, care for, and battle with Pokémon. The English slogan for the franchise is "Gotta Catch ‘Em All!". There are currently 1008 Pokémon species.

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FIRST DRAFT from PMs

_{Feudal disputes between the many villages in the greater Kanto-Johto area have reached an all time high, leading to the burning of the Brass Tower: a site of great spiritual importance to the peoples of Johto. Now, the population of both regions have called for an end to the violence. However, while some seek a ceasefire, other push for peace through complete conquest. There is word on the wind that certain individuals are seeking out powerful Pokémon in order to seize victory in one way or another. With Ho-oh and Lugia having departed Johto, taking their divine protection with them, now is the perfect time for Kantojin to take the upper hand or extend an olive branch. The only question is, which will they choose? And are the people of Johto willing to accept the outcome, whatever it may be?}

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Kanto no Yabo (working title) is a story set in an alternate universe within the Pokémon franchise. Loosely inspired by Pokémon Conquest, some general fan theories, in-game lore, and now years after I came up with the idea Pokémon Legends: Arceus, the setting for this story is far in a feudal past of the regions Kanto and Johto. A maximum of up to six players will create characters that are integral to this conflict between two regions. Whether the players choose to all be part of one mission or split into two groups, each one representing one of the regions, remains to be scene. Either way, characters will be working towards creating a lasting peace between Kanto and Johto — by whatever means necessary.

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Kanto and Johto - two cultures occupying the same landmass, separated by the striking and fearsome Mount Silver. It is unknown if Kantojin and Johtojin were one people before the mountain range split their landmass down the middle, but it doesn't matter now. In the current era, the regions of Johto and Kanto are undeniably different. In Kanto, villages which were once independent have recently all come under the same banner. The land of Kanto is ill suited for farming, and so the people depend on trade and aquaculture to support themselves. Mountains, caves, and the underground itself is rich with not nutrients, but ore and precious stones - and the barren land is gradually being covered over by expanding communities and well tread merchant trails. In comparison, Johto is a land full of beautiful greenery. Food grows plentiful in Johto, and the Pokémon that live there are just as well fed as the people. A more traditional region, Johto's villages remain largely separated from each other; each with a feudal lord looking after it's citizens. For Johto, times have never been more prosperous. It's citizens are happy to trade the Kantojin their bountiful food for beautiful tools and trinkets produced in the neighboring region. For many in Kanto however, this arrangement is not good enough. Years of seeing that the grass really is greener on the other side has bred resentment in the hearts of some Kantojin...

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One point of contention between the people of Kanto and Johto is the growing of a special fruit known as the apricorn. Johto is the perfect environment for these fruits to grow in, and oh do they thrive there. Many different colors and varieties can be found in every corner of the region. The opposite is true in Kanto: poor soil quality means that even berries hardly grow there, let alone apricorns. Apricorns are the easiest known method of taming a wild Pokémon, their hard flesh transformed into holding areas known as "Pokémon Balls." Because of this, only the most wealthy or lucky Kantojin able to import apricorns are seen wielding Pokémon Balls, and thus their families owning more than one or two Pokémon.

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The major issue between the two regions are the legendary Pokémon Ho-Oh and Lugia. Huge, wise, and immensely powerful, these Pokémon make their roost deep in the heart of Johto where the people worship them as benevolent deities. It's commonly thought that Ho-oh and Lugia look after the region they live in, ensuring bountiful summers and mild winters, and providing sunlight and rainfall as needed. In return, priests maintain the Brass and Tin Towers where these Pokémon live, and regularly travel to the top to gift offerings and obtain wisdom. People from all over Johto and even Kanto make the trek to the towers for a chance to be personally blessed by the Pokémon. With no such Pokémon in Kanto, the people are left to fend for themselves. Emissaries of Ho-Oh and Lugia were thought to live in Kanto, but these mysterious Pokémon live in solitude and rarely show themselves - when they do, they bring not peace but thunderous storms. It is plain to see why many Kantojin feel their region was unfairly forsaken, and harbor envy for those that live on the other side of the mountain.

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Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
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Info Pokémon (an abbreviation for Pocket Monsters in Japan) is a Japanese media franchise managed by The Pokémon Company, founded by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures. The franchise was created by Satoshi Tajiri in 1996, and is centered around fictional creatures called "Pokémon". In Pokémon, Pokémon Trainers are people who catch, train, care for, and battle with Pokémon. The English slogan for the franchise is "Gotta Catch ‘Em All!". There are currently 1008 Pokémon species. Info Pokémon (an abbreviation for Pocket Monsters in Japan) is a Japanese media franchise managed by The Pokémon Company, founded by Nintendo, Game Freak, and Creatures. The franchise was created by Satoshi Tajiri in 1996, and is centered around fictional creatures called "Pokémon". In Pokémon, Pokémon Trainers are people who catch, train, care for, and battle with Pokémon. The English slogan for the franchise is "Gotta Catch ‘Em All!". There are currently 1008 Pokémon species.

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FIRST DRAFT from PMs

_{Feudal disputes between the many villages in the greater Kanto-Johto area have reached an all time high, leading to the burning of the Brass Tower: a site of great spiritual importance to the peoples of Johto. Now, the population of both regions have called for an end to the violence. However, while some seek a ceasefire, other push for peace through complete conquest. There is word on the wind that certain individuals are seeking out powerful Pokémon in order to seize victory in one way or another. With Ho-oh and Lugia having departed Johto, taking their divine protection with them, now is the perfect time for Kantojin to take the upper hand or extend an olive branch. The only question is, which will they choose? And are the people of Johto willing to accept the outcome, whatever it may be?}

What is this?

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Kanto no Yabo (working title) is a story set in an alternate universe within the Pokémon franchise. Loosely inspired by Pokémon Conquest, some general fan theories, in-game lore, and now years after I came up with the idea Pokémon Legends: Arceus, the setting for this story is far in a feudal past of the regions Kanto and Johto. A maximum of up to six players will create characters that are integral to this conflict between two regions. Whether the players choose to all be part of one mission or split into two groups, each one representing one of the regions, remains to be scene. Either way, characters will be working towards creating a lasting peace between Kanto and Johto — by whatever means necessary.

Setting the Stage

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Kanto and Johto - two cultures occupying the same landmass, separated by the striking and fearsome Mount Silver. It is unknown if Kantojin and Johtojin were one people before the mountain range split their landmass down the middle, but it doesn't matter now. In the current era, the regions of Johto and Kanto are undeniably different. In Kanto, villages which were once independent have recently all come under the same banner. The land of Kanto is ill suited for farming, and so the people depend on trade and aquaculture to support themselves. Mountains, caves, and the underground itself is rich with not nutrients, but ore and precious stones - and the barren land is gradually being covered over by expanding communities and well tread merchant trails. In comparison, Johto is a land full of beautiful greenery. Food grows plentiful in Johto, and the Pokémon that live there are just as well fed as the people. A more traditional region, Johto's villages remain largely separated from each other; each with a feudal lord looking after it's citizens. For Johto, times have never been more prosperous. It's citizens are happy to trade the Kantojin their bountiful food for beautiful tools and trinkets produced in the neighboring region. For many in Kanto however, this arrangement is not good enough. Years of seeing that the grass really is greener on the other side has bred resentment in the hearts of some Kantojin...

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One point of contention between the people of Kanto and Johto is the growing of a special fruit known as the apricorn. Johto is the perfect environment for these fruits to grow in, and oh do they thrive there. Many different colors and varieties can be found in every corner of the region. The opposite is true in Kanto: poor soil quality means that even berries hardly grow there, let alone apricorns. Apricorns are the easiest known method of taming a wild Pokémon, their hard flesh transformed into holding areas known as "Pokémon Balls." Because of this, only the most wealthy or lucky Kantojin able to import apricorns are seen wielding Pokémon Balls, and thus their families owning more than one or two Pokémon.

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The major issue between the two regions are the legendary Pokémon Ho-Oh and Lugia. Huge, wise, and immensely powerful, these Pokémon make their roost deep in the heart of Johto where the people worship them as benevolent deities. It's commonly thought that Ho-oh and Lugia look after the region they live in, ensuring bountiful summers and mild winters, and providing sunlight and rainfall as needed. In return, priests maintain the Brass and Tin Towers where these Pokémon live, and regularly travel to the top to gift offerings and obtain wisdom. People from all over Johto and even Kanto make the trek to the towers for a chance to be personally blessed by the Pokémon. With no such Pokémon in Kanto, the people are left to fend for themselves. Emissaries of Ho-Oh and Lugia were thought to live in Kanto, but these mysterious Pokémon live in solitude and rarely show themselves - when they do, they bring not peace but thunderous storms. It is plain to see why many Kantojin feel their region was unfairly forsaken, and harbor envy for those that live on the other side of the mountain.

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The world is a safe place.

What, you thought I'd say dangerous? Hell no, not when we've got heroes running around.

I mean sure, there are monsters and demons and natural disasters and heart disease, but I'm sure it's like that in every world! What I mean is we never face any apocalyptic threats. Prophecies of the end times, visions of demonic conquest, they're all thwarted by our beautiful and powerful Goddess, thanks to her「Heroic Selection Odyssey.」

Actually the HSO is coming up pretty soon, ain't it? Yeah, every hundred years or so she emerges from Agartha to awaken that heroic spark in people and get them on board to travel the world and help their fellow man. They say the best of these fledgling heroes goes on to stop whatever the next world-ending disaster would have been. Buuut the way I see it, the reason everyone aims for the top spot isn't for the chance to get their name in the history books. Nah, it's gotta be pure greed.

I mean, getting rich from adventuring? Having kingdoms indebted to you? Building your own harem of followers?
Getting your deepest wish granted by the Goddess herself?

Who wouldn't fight for that?

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And the protagonist of this story, this century's greatest hero? Why, it's...

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

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What is this, you ask? Hey, good question, I wanna know too! What I think it is, is a casual fantasy RP with a low pressure OOC atmosphere, with several players taking the role of "heroes" of the land and all writing with the mindset that their character is the protagonist of the story.

Explore a shared setting where anyone can contribute to the world map and lore, develop evolving power paths for your character, and hopefully have fun writing a hero who gives in to their greed in order to become the best among their peers! It's my intent to also explore other facets of a hero's personality besides their drive to do good, so all characters will have a secondary, personal goal to chase besides becoming the legendary hero of their generation.

✽ Collect Hero Points (HP)

The Heroic Selection Odyssey is part life's calling and part competition. Clearing dungeons, defeating monsters, helping villagers with quests, swaying the hearts of the people to your side, and doing all kinds of good deeds will earn your character HP - Hero Points! HP is a rough measure of how strong (or more accurately, how heroic) a hero is. At the end of the HSO, the character who has the highest HP value becomes the next Legendary Hero! Taking the top spot is also a sure fire way to fulfill a character's greatest desires, so aim high! ★

✽ Player vs Player vs Environment

Playing against the GM is not the only way to gain HP. Heroes will be able to see how much HP other heroes have, which they can use to decide to avoid, team up with, or even challenge another character. To promote the most growth of the powers of her heroes, the Goddess incentivizes duels between them. Characters can steal HP from each other by defeating each other in combat, games, races, quests, or any other type of competition one can think of. Don't worry, hitting zero HP does not take anyone out of the running!

✽ Rival System

Because what is a protagonist without their rival, after all? Especially useful if a character is falling behind, declaring a rival and outperforming them nets bonus HP! The farther behind a hero is, the more bonus HP they get for beating their rival! Rivals do not have to be mutually exclusive, and they can change over time. If you're too shy to pick a fellow player as your rival, then just ask me for one! I will create an NPC rival for you to fight and bond with! Until their usefulness has passed and I cruelly throw them into the void of character development!

The vibe of this RP is intended to lean more towards lighthearted action and a fun, somewhat goofy atmosphere that follows characters with big personalities while they get stronger and stronger. However, anyone that knows me also knows that I love whump and angst, so no promises that it won't start veering into that direction if character arcs warrant it. In particular, heroes do not have to be typically heroic. A "hero" is anyone whose power was awakened by the Goddess - a scumbag of a person can become a hero, and they can commit villainous acts and chase dark desires, but only doing good deeds will give them HP... unless they end up challenging other heroes to try and steal HP from them instead.

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⫸ Start with your power concept! Heroes awaken with one power.

Choose one starting power that you will have the most fun with, ideally one that doesn't overlap too much with another character's starting power. Starting powers level up with the accumulation of HP, gaining additional applications. For example, the ability to control flame might level up to include fire-based flight, or pave the way for obtaining other elemental abilities.

A character's powers don't necessarily have to reflect their past or personality, especially once they start evolving. As powers grow they might start overlapping with others, but its alright if power paths are similar, so don't worry about planning a path ahead of time. Also, at this time there is no ban on potential powers. Feel free to choose things like necromancy, time control, mental manipulation, etc. if you have a solid concept - it will start weak, and we'll work together to make it fair for everyone. Also feel free to get weird with it if you come up with something fun.

Every character's power comes from their Heroic Awakening. World magic and racial traits are very minor. Being connected to the bloodline of past heroes can give a character other weak inherited traits, but only insofar that they might be a little tougher, swim a little faster, or be a little more tolerant of the cold than your average joe, but they hardly give anyone an edge over fellow heroes.

Oh, I almost forgot! Make sure to give your power a proper name/title!

⫸ Give in to your greed! Choose your character's desire.

Heroic Awakening does not just result the emergence of powers in people. Without exception, every Heroic Awakening also sparks an intense desire deep in each new hero's heart. It can be noble or wicked, specific or vague, something they've already been working towards, something they never knew they wanted before, or something they've tried to deny about themselves. Whatever their desire is, it now sits at the front of their thoughts. It would help to choose something they cannot easily obtain. Becoming the top hero in the HSO might just be the quickest way to get it, so make sure your character has at least some drive to compete. That is kinda the whole point of the game, after all. Selfishly go for the goal!

⫸ Now let's see what we're working with physically. Age, gender, race...

Heroic Awakening is triggered by the Goddess' ascent to the world above, and only then. This means that when it happens, heroes awaken at whatever stage of life they're in, young or old. There isn't any age minimum or maximum besides being a little reasonable when creating your character. However, I'm not against pitches for Super Infant or Great Battle Granny. The Goddess also does not discriminate based on gender, sex, or race. The jury's still out on whether or not she direct chooses who awakens in the first place or if it's completely random, given there are so many who awaken during each Odyssey cycle.

This is a fantasy world! Feel free to go with something other than human. As of now there is no official list of race options, so pick whatever you like or come up with something new and we'll incorporate it into the (minimal) world lore.

Awakening does not change the awakened's appearance, save for one thing: a symbol will appear in the center of each new hero's forehead. Called the Goddess Eye, this mark is said to be the way that she sees everything her heroes achieve in order to reward them. It also enables each hero to get a rough estimate of their comrades' and rivals' HP. The basic mark is red-orange and simple, but if you're so inclined feel free to go with another interpretation. It's not that unusual for heroes to have Goddess Eyes of different shapes and colors, even with many detailed parts, though all are vaguely recognizable as eyes.

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When you're finished, write your character concept down in a character sheet! It can be as simple or as fancy as you want! You can also include as much extra information as you want, just be sure to include everything from the creation guide.
Here's a super basic sheet with the minimum required information!

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Before Awakening:
Desire:
Power Path:

[Yankee]

The favorite to win is Darien Waynard, the only son of the ISGP committee's chairman. Gifted, daring, and with the full backing of the committee's coffers, they say it's a fool's errand to race against him. When he's behind the wheel, he always takes a place at the podium.
Not to mention that in this race, there would be no lack of brutes, cheats, and rapscallions all vying to make it first over the finish line. Placing at all opens a lot of doors for people, and competitors are willing to do anything to make that happen for themselves. Big names, dangerous racers. For a rookie there's no winning even if you survive the course.
That's what they say.

But you're gonna prove 'em wrong. You're gonna prove 'em all wrong.

Glory, fame, and status await you if you win. Through victory in The ISGP, anything is possible. Crimes are pardoned, princesses offer their hands in marriage, gifts from every corner of the known universe are showered upon the winner.
Their name is forever known throughout every galaxy.

Oh yeah, and there's also a cash prize of one hundred trillion credits,
but who's counting?

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Welcome to

_{^✦✦✦✦} Interstellar Super Grand Prix _{^✦✦✦✦}

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The Setting

Part F-Zero, part IGPX, part Redline, and borrowing much from a TTRPG called Gravity Rip.

It started as a sporting event to promote unity and understanding between worlds. Representatives would come together and show off their culture and their tech, letting the competitive spirit drive innovation with knowledge shared from other species. Machines and their pilots put on races to entertain and earn some bragging rights. Once kings and corporations started getting involved, it quickly spiraled out of control.

The 「ISGP Committee」 oversees most organized racing events in general, and the official「Interstellar Super Grand Prix」race series has grown to be the largest sporting event in the known universe. Qualifiers take place over multiple weeks on different circuits on different planets, planets that pay exorbitant sums in order to get the chance to host them. Tens of thousands of Pilots dream of earning a spot in the line-up. Thousands apply, and hundreds are eliminated throughout these qualifiers. By the end, less than two dozen Pilots will compete on「WoHiras」, the permanent stage of the ISGP Final.

Our story begins on the planet「Hx Nubilom」, where in just one day the first race in the ISGP series will commence...

Where YOU come in

Whether a veteran racer or a prodigious newbie, you are playing a first time participant in the ISGP. Through brute force, bribery, blatant cheating or maybe even pure skill, you have survived the qualifiers!

[ char creations stuff idfk. buy perks with stat points?? ]

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example perks?

Rich
Famous
Infamous
Enhanced

Before spending creation points to make your Pilot, remember that it might be a good idea to save some of those points for your Machine! A Pilot is nothing without their Machine, and not only are they two halves of the same character sheet, but they share the same creation point pool. Make sure not to neglect it.

Your MACHINE

"Machine" is a catch-all term for the vehicles that ISGP participants pilot - and even "Pilot" in itself is a catch-all. Since the early days of the ISGP, participants have been allowed to use whatever technology suited them. Historically this has ranged from high powered automobiles to hover and repulsorcrafts to even humanoid mecha frames. Some purchase top of the line vehicles, some covert instruments of war into sporting crafts, and some build their Machine themselves from the ground up. As long as it can go fast and is suitable for racing, it's allowed.

...well, there have been some rules implemented since those early days.

As stated, the Machine must go fast. Minimum speed is ((150 MPH?)) , and there is no maximum cap. The Machine must also stay on the track, planes and ships that fly far above or skip the course entirely are barred from entry. Rule three is that all Machines must be equipped with an emergency eject - it gets dangerous out there. Weaponry, from simple cap spikes to mounted artillery, is not technically allowed either. If they are found upon Machine inspection, the Pilot will have to remove such modifications before the race. However if the Machine happens to pass inspection either through concealing them well enough or greasing a few palms, well... once the race gets going, who's going to stop you?

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Your Machine has stats.

(NOT SET IN STONE) SPEED, ACCELERATION, WEIGHT, HANDLING, OFFENSE, STYLE

^_✦ SPEED - how fast your Machine can go.
^_✦ ACCELERATION - how quickly your Machine can reach its top speed.
^_✦ WEIGHT - your Machine's resistance against being pushed or flipping over.
^_✦ HANDLING - how well your Machine handles turns and precise maneuvers.
^_✦ OFFENSE - how good your Machine is at pushing its way through the pack.
^_✦ STYLE - Does nothing but say how fucking cool your Machine looks.

( again below not set in stone )

Acceleration and Offense could be said to be the "offensive" stats, Weight and Handling would be the "defensive" stats, Speed like a "wildcard". When you want to move up a position, you could roll against your Acceleration to blaze past those in front of you when you find an opening. Or maybe you want to get aggressive and make the opening yourself with your Offense? Successful rolls mean you'll move up... as long as the people in front of you roll worse than you. They could use their Handling to physically block your quick advance, or the bulk of their vehicle to put a stop to your pushing.

Put more simply, Acceleration > Weight > Offense > Handling > Acceleration. At least I hope that was simple. If you feel like you can instead pit your Speed against any other skill, but there is a reason you may not want to go all in on Speed: the course will also test your Machine's stats. Tight turns might require you to roll your Handling, poor conditions might have you test your Weight. And in straightaways you'd have to put pedal to metal and test Acceleration to get ahead of the pack as quickly as possible.

Each stat ranges in value from 1 to 5, with 5 being the best performance. Your Pilot knows about how fast their Machine can go, how heavy it is, etc. but the numerical value of the stats is for OOC reference and not part of the IC RP.

Your Machine has a Grade.

The Grade is the average of the Machine's stats. It's a quick way to tell a Machine's overall quality. A Machine's Grade is registered with the committee and is an IC fact known to any who have the mind to look that information up. Grades are listed as letters from A through E. A = 5, E = 1, and so on. When averaging the stats, if you get a decimal then round to the nearest whole number (up if .5 or higher, down if lower).

As an example, Johnny Fastman's Machine "HyperBlue" is Grade A, making it a top of line vehicle. Jenny Fasterman's "DragonRose" is also Grade A. But the way their players filled out the Machine stats will make the performances of each machine different. It is common for a Machine of a lower Grade to outperform one of a higher Grade in certain stats, but in general one can expect a higher Grade Machine to be better quality than a lower Grade one.

Name:
Grade:
Type:
Description:
Stats:

More OOC Information

Rules
✦ Be cool.
✦ Feel free to also be cringe or campy.

How to Play
✦ TBD
✦ TBD
✦ Names and No-Names

random setting notes

As usual, humans proliferated across space. In this setting they are simply called Hum or The Hum (like "hoom"). Over time a distinct species of Hum began to emerge, creatively named HumTwo. These are your setting Newtypes, psychics, and special genetically modified humans. They make up less than 1% of Hum in existence.

AI and androids are all designated as "Species Ξ," pronounced American style like "Zai." Long ago when artificial intelligence grew to actual sapient levels, androids lobbied to be considered their own lifeforms and thus were given this classification. Only in the last one hundred years or so were Ξ permitted to compete in sporting events like the ISGP - in fact, the ISGP was the first sporting institution to allow this.

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T Z E S G ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Kes Homeworld: Kumbel Age: 96 Years Active: 4	David Croft XVI ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Hum Homeworld: Earth Age: 54 Years Active: 27

Darien Waynard ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Hum Homeworld: WoHiras Age: 24 Years Active: 8 Races: 79 Wins: 19 Podiums%: 74% Machine: ROYAL LANCER Machine Grade: A	ZHC6-NAGynoid "Six" ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Ξ (Android) Homeworld: Factor 7 Age: 21 Years Active: 20 Races: 301 Wins: 6 Podiums%: 12% Machine: AT04-L Machine Grade: B	Elija Stonge ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Hum Homeworld: Isis Age: 36 Years Active: 16 Races: 212 Wins: 13 Podiums%: 24% Machine: G NEBULA Machine Grade: B
Verahai Pya Pya ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Arasunu Homeworld: Pricmorblix Age: 21 Years Active: 2 Races: 17 Wins: 2 Podiums%: 30% Machine: GREAT THUNDERHEAD Machine Grade: C	Jinwan=Yoinu ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Poni Homeworld: Ponica Age: 40 Years Active: 22 Races: 281 Wins: 23 Podiums%: 31% Machine: CHASER ACE Machine Grade: A	Shiori Yukina ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Hum Homeworld: Mars Age: 32 Years Active: 13 Races: 121 Wins: 9 Podiums%: 23% Machine: DARTING HEART Machine Grade: B
Mokgar Ts Jr. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Racon Homeworld: Quo'to Zeta Age: 28 Years Active: 10 Races: 96 Wins: 6 Podiums%: 18% Machine: FIRE SPITTER Machine Grade: B	Intpysgodynlanzi ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Cefe Homeworld: Cefulwandlen Age: 761 Years Active: 141 Races: 863 Wins: 92 Podiums%: 34% Machine: RIPWAVE Machine Grade: B	Harrier Hamilton ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Hum Homeworld: Isis Age: 33 Years Active: 15 Races: 158 Wins: 19 Podiums%: 29% Machine: STARRY 2 Machine Grade: A
Johnny Fastman ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Elgem Homeworld: Earth Age: 102 Years Active: 50 Races: 361 Wins: 18 Podiums%: 25% Machine: HYPERBLUE Machine Grade: A	Jenny Fasterman ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Elgem Homeworld: Earth Age: 101 Years Active: 50 Races: 360 Wins: 19 Podiums%: 25% Machine: DRAGONROSE Machine Grade: A	"Jet" ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Species: Hum? Homeworld: Ars Afra 1 Age: ?? Years Active: 9 Races: 26 Wins: 3 Podiums%: 40% Machine: JETSTREAM X Machine Grade: A

"IT'S RACE DAY! Opening day in the ISGP Series! You know me, it's DAVY C! How we feeling today folks?"
"I'm feeling pretty good."
"Oh right. With me this year, filling in for Carlos, is... uh. Tez? That how you say it?"
"It's pronounced literally. T.Z.E.S.G."
"Yeah... I'm not gonna say all that. Say hi, Tez."
"Off to a great start."

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[Yankee]

A Pokémon Gijinka Adventure

Premise_

premise

A century has passed since the gods have been seen in the mortal realm. Many take this a sign of good fortune. For years every region in the world has enjoyed an age of overall prosperity and innovation. There is little need for divine intervention when wars are not waged, plagues do not claim lives, and crops are abundant. Pokémon thrive in every corner of the Earth, and do not rely on any deity's power.

Which is why it came as a shock when the almighty Arceus herself descended to Earth after decades of silence. The peak of Mt. Coronet lit up in all colors, and shone so brightly it could be seen from every region. With it, a proclamation. In one week's time a Rite of Ascension would be held on the mountain's summit.

Word spread, and Pokémon flocked to Sinnoh for their chance to take part. Some came for the spectacle, some to take advantage of the event, and of course some were looking to seize the chance of a lifetime. Throughout the week of preparations one question was on everyone's minds: Why now?

There had only been one Rite of Ascension prior, and it was more than one hundred years ago. The reason for the new Rite became the world's greatest mystery, but neither Arceus nor those closest to her have been forthcoming with an answer. All too soon dawn comes and signals the day of the event.

Unbeknownst to the Rite's participants, a terrifying and unusual darkness lurks on the fringes of the world, steadily drawing nearer...

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OOC information

_{Welcome to the Rite of Ascension!}

This is a Pokémon gijinka RP! It is based on an RP I participated in years ago on GaiaOnline about a gijinka combat tournament, with my own flourish thrown in. If by some miracle you were part of that old RP, then hello again?!

The story will open with a no holds barred battle royale, the "Rite of Ascension," with Pokémon vying for victory in order to obtain power beyond what mortals are capable of. This section will be a mix of PvP action, as well as battle against NPCs. As a writer, this will be your chance to mess around and have fun while showing off your character's mindset and fighting style. They can use any means to try and win, whether it's straightforward combat or unsportsmanlike tricks.

During the course of the battle, a calamitous event will occur that will put the Rite on hold. At this time, the story will transition into a more adventure-like arc. The goal will be to discover the cause of the calamity, and how to put a stop to it. This section will involve the player character cast in a group similar to an adventuring party, whether they volunteer for it or are assigned to it. Travel, mystery, character bonding, and PvE action!

The conclusion of the story will come once the calamity is put to an end, and the characters claim victory!

RP Guidelines

Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything's ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!

• Adhere to the Guild rules!
• Let's try to keep a consistent pace, whether it's weekly, biweekly, etc.!
• Don't be afraid to ask questions or make suggestions Out-Of-Character!
• Please read the character creation information carefully!
• Don't try to derail the RP! Characters may not get along, but they will be sticking in a group.
• In-Character posts should be in 3rd person perspective!
• Have fun!

For my sanity, the player character cast will consist of no more than five players, not including myself. I will be choosing character sheets based on those I think will be the best fit for the RP. This could include characters that would have interesting dynamics with each other, clashing or complimentary personalities, fighting styles or roles that don't overlap too much, etc. If a player drops out, their character will withdraw from the Rite of Ascension. At that point, another player and character may take their place on a case-by-case basis.

If anyone was interested, the basic story structure (or 'arcs') will be like so:

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Prelude -> Battle Royale -> Questing part 1 (shorter) -> Break/Regroup -> Questing part 2 (longer) -> Finale!

Making your character_

character creation

This is a Pokémon gijinka roleplay. Your character should be humanoid, but also with obvious traits pulled from the Pokémon they are based on. If you aren't sure what a "gijinka" is, think of it as a personified or anthromorphized Pokémon. It is not the same as a "Pokémorph" or a furry, it is more like a human "cosplaying" as a Pokémon. You cannot play a regular human or a regular Pokémon.

Here are some examples using the Pokémon Primarina. Any of these would be a valid appearance for your character:
[female more humanoid] [female more monstrous] [male more humanoid] [male more monstrous]

The strength of your Pokémon in canon will not affect the strength of your character in this RP. If you want to use the Pokémon Caterpie and make them a total badass, that would be awesome and I welcome it. You can play any species of Pokémon, including Legendary and Mythical Pokémon - just remember that no one's character will be inherently stronger than another just because of their choice of Pokémon. In a written narrative like this, a Burmy character could take down a Dragonite character for example.

A Pokémon's canon stats will not come into play, however it's typing, move pool, and Ability will.

Typing: your character will still have resistances and weaknesses based on your chosen Pokémon. If you choose a Grass-type Pokémon, it will be weaker to fire than it's Water-type companion. There is a mechanic in Pokémon games called STAB, or "Same Type Attack Bonus." Our Grass-type characters will have a greater affinity for Grass-type moves and etc., as is natural.

Moves: you can choose up to four moves from your Pokémon's overall learnset as "signature moves." Please consider this like a magic spell list, or a "feat" you need to activate. Let's go back to our example Pokémon Primarina. It can learn moves like Pound, Growl, and Sing. You could make a case that these kinds of things your character can always do, and so they do not need to be listed as a Signature Move. Primarina can also learn moves like Hydro Pump, Moonblast, and Misty Terrain. These are the kinds of things that it would make sense for your character to have to "cast," and so they should be listed as Signature Moves. As the RP goes on, the Signature Move limit may increase from four.

Ability: you can choose one ability that your Pokémon can know in canon and adapt it to fit a written narrative. You may choose a Pokémon's "hidden ability" for your character. Let's continue with Primarina. In canon it can have either the ability Torrent, or the hidden ability Liquid Voice. Torrent Powers up Water-type moves when the Pokémon's HP is low. This is simple enough to play out in an RP - you would reword it to something like, "When Primarina is badly wounded, their mastery of Water-type moves increases, making them faster and stronger." Liquid Voice states All sound-based moves become Water-type moves. What would that realistically mean in an RP setting? You could interpret this in many ways. One example option could be something like, "Primarina has the ability to manifest water with it's voice, the louder the voice the more water produced." Feel free to get creative with your chosen ability, as long as it makes sense.

As you create your character, consider not just the Pokémon you want to draw from but also what kind of person they are. Why are they entering the tournament and what is their motivation for Ascending? What kind of fighter are they - are they a scrappy rogue type, a defensive knight type, or a crafty mage type? The Ability and the moves you choose should, hopefully, reflect the kind of character you are playing. In your character sheet, please include a small blurb about your character so we can get a sense of who they are. There is a "Nature" section in the sheet, but we have already said that canon stats will not play a part in the RP, so feel free to choose a Nature that best reflects your character's personality and list it there.

Restrictions

There are just a couple more things I want to go over in regards to character creation. First, Ultra Beasts will not be playable, and most of the Pokémon on this page will not be allowed. I've got plans for them, so sorry about that. Second, although you can choose Legendary Pokémon, the species Arceus, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina, as well as Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf cannot be chosen. These characters will be NPCs for the story. There may be other NPCs introduced at a later time that will further restrict future players from choosing that species. This leads me to my next point which I haven't brought up yet...

There may only be one character per species of Pokémon.

In this setting, each character will be unique. If you choose Pikachu as your character, you will be the only Pikachu in the RP. Your character's name will also be "Pikachu." If they prefer to go by a nickname that is fine. If you see that someone else has chosen Pikachu but you want to use Pikachu, I'm afraid your character sheet will have to compete. Choosing Pichu or Raichu instead is acceptable. Pokémon being in the same evolutionary line does not automatically mean they are family. Certainly if you want to approach the Pikachu player and suggest that they be siblings with your Raichu character that can be done, but if both players do not agree then the two characters will be unrelated.

I think that's it! Just a reminder to please post all questions and character sheets in the OOC tab for approval. Please see the character sheet and code below~

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Name: (this should be your Pokémon species)

Gender: (male, female, or genderless - does not have to match canon)

Nature: (choose one)

Ability: (only one)

(a description about what the ability does)

Signature Moves:

Motivation: (why are they taking part in the Rite of Ascension?)

Profile:

(write as much or as little as you want about your character here. expand on their personality, talk about their backstory, whatever you want. a blurb just to give us some insight into your character.)

CS CODE:

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Story Characters_

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Arceus and her Ascended

In the beginning, Arceus reigned as the world's sole deity. She commanded unrivaled power and respect, but as civilizations grew and spread she recognized that even her thousand arms would not be able to reach all people. She declared to all the Pokémon of the world, "Come to the Hall of Origin, where will be held the Rite of Ascension. Those that show great valor will be granted a place beside me."

It was a spectacle as amazing as it was grueling, a battle royale from which emerged three triumphant Pokémon.

Dialga, with his incredible defense and and stalwart personality, was named the Temporal Knight.
Palkia, with his intense fighting spirit and unbending will, was named the Spatial Knight.
and Giratina, with her mastery over spirits and darkness, was named the Witch of Shadows.

After the Rite of Ascension was concluded, together the four deities watched over the world from on high. As newly ascended Pokémon, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina answered the people's prayers in Arceus' stead. Over several decades the population came to depend less on their deities' power, and so the Ascended were relegated to Arceus' personal guard. Unhappy with the arrangement, Giratina broke away from her duties after a violent clash, and was rebranded as the Renegade Witch. It was after this that Arceus and her Ascended stopped answering their people's prayers altogether. No one has seen or heard from any of the deity Pokémon for many, many years. Until now...

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Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf

Immediately prior to the first Rite of Ascension, Arceus created three homunculus to ensure that only the most worthy would be able to take part in the contest. They stood as the first test for any Pokémon looking to ascend, and then as proctors during the Rite itself. After the event they remained on the earth, serving as Arceus' worldly administrators and the middlemen between the common Pokémon and their deities. During that period they were dubbed the Three Guardians. Even after Arceus and her Ascended vanished from the world, the Guardians could still be found in their resting places. Often they are visited for advice and wisdom, though they remain cryptic about the goings-on of the heavens. Now the three reunite to fulfill their duties in the Rite of Ascension once more.

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GMPC for the above

Name: Shaymin

Gender: Male

Nature: Adamant

Ability: Natural Cure

While not engaged in battle, Shaymin will naturally heal from any poisons, diseases, or status effects.

Signature Moves:

• Seed Flare
• Magical Leaf
• Synthesis
• Healing Wish

Motivation: To restore his village's power

Profile:

In the land of Sinnoh's northernmost reaches lies an island teeming with life and color, known as the Flower Paradise. It is home to a prestigious village that was once revered throughout the region for their people's ability to purify the land and air of toxins. In the past, lords and commoners alike would beseech these masters of nature to bless their croplands, and would send bushels of food and flowers back to the Flower Paradise in deep gratitude. Nowadays, the people have little need for that village's special powers, and so they live in relative peace and solitude - though their lands and abilities alike have dwindled over the years.

The heir to this ancient lineage is Shaymin, the son of the village head and a young man looking for his place in the world. His affinity for nature is particularly high, though it is said there lies an even greater power inside of him. Having been coddled and looked after his entire life, Shaymin has always wanted to venture out of the Flower Paradise and see the world. He is torn between the want of feeling the wind at his back and his loyalty to his home. He has a strong drive to see his village and their powers restored, and to repay the kindness of the people that have looked after him for so many years.

When the Rite of Ascension was declared, Shaymin knew this was his chance to do both. By competing he could meet people from across the world, and perhaps find a way to help his people - or if by some miracle he could achieve victory in the competition, he would have the power to help them himself. After many lengthy arguments and discussions about his safety, Shaymin eventually stole away from the Flower Paradise and traveled to the ceremony site, determined to prove himself a worthy successor.

Notes:

- Update CS with a trivia/etc. section
- Battle style section in CS? Would include strategy preference and equipment

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[Yankee]

A Dark Urban Fantasy

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A world in darkness.

Not the darkness of night humanity is used to, dancing shadows broken up by man-made fluorescence, the moon, the stars.
An all-encompassing darkness, primordial and pure, brought about by the complete absence of light.
A world where nothing can survive.
Not even nightmares lurk there.

It is the ultimate goal of the Moloch, primal beings, who long to return to that endless, lightless night.

They toil towards that desire whensoever they manifest, and death follows in their wake whether they sprint or amble. Powerful and all but immortal, in time their corruptive influence would spread across the planet and plunge the world into eternal dark...

But they are not unbeatable; and humanity not without its protectors.

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Lightless Night is a hodge podge urban fantasy brainchild designed for cliche fun that doesn't particularly care if something makes hard logical sense so long as the scenes, characters, and themes its players want to write are possible. This is an invite only roleplay.

@Yankee will act as a GM in order to facilitate the stories, character arcs, and specific scenarios that players want to include. The general setting is a simple one, with players creating characters that are magi, humans with varied spiritual powers who work to put down monsters and fight back Moloch. The general vibe is modern, urban fantasy, hope in darkness, anime action, edgy and cool characters, found family, shady organizations, esoteric abilities, soft magic system, monster battling, operating from the shadows, transformation and corruption, hurt/comfort, and whatever else the cast wants to include.

_{Some specific inspirational works: the Garo series, Blue Exorcist, various Type-Moon works, little bit of Zenless Zone Zero.}

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MONSTERS

Dark creatures driven by instinct and hunger, set apart from mere animals by their paranormal bodies, supernatural abilities, and their connection to the formation of Makai. Monsters have lived alongside humanity since they both crawled out of the primordial soup, their relationship always one of animosity. Different religions and cultures have different names for different monsters, as well as differing methods for destroying them, and all are valid. However it has been observed that monsters reproduce both sexually and asexually, meaning that total eradication of a species is a far off goal.

A monster's strength is directly related to its level of intelligence. A large, heavy monster is only as powerful as its strategy to escape or defeat rival monsters. Most monsters cannot hope to match a human in intelligence, which make them truly dangerous only to those alone, unprepared, or inexperienced. Still, the damage even a single one can cause -especially within a Makai- cannot be overstated. Individual monsters have been noted to be able to change and evolve. Some grow stronger by absorbing power from other monsters, and the humans that come to defeat them.

If a monster's brain was able to undergo a new level of evolution, is it possible they could even become a Moloch...?

MAKAI

Pockets of purest darkness that form around high paranormal power output. They normally begin to form when a monster grows too strong, or comes into contact with another monster on a hunt. The size of a Makai is proportional to the power used to create it. The formation of a Makai is considered a natural phenomenon connected to Moloch, as attempts to recreate one in a controlled setting have so far failed.

From the outside a Makai appears as a dark bubble around an area, and from the inside it is much the same. All light, from fire to electricity, is snuffed out. Even the sun cannot penetrate it. Sound waves from outside the bubble are diluted and muffled. Besides the disorienting effect, Makai negatively affect anything within it. Inorganic objects will break down over time, and living creatures will become violently sick.
The sick will die or they will change.

Monsters and Magi have a higher resistance to Makai Sickness, but they are not immune.

Makai can be destabilized by removing the power source they manifest around. A destabilized Makai will eventually fade away, but the longer a Makai is fully formed before being separated from its power source and the longer it will last afterward before inevitably collapsing. They can form anywhere at anytime, whether in forests, oceans, or urban city sprawls.

MOLOCH

Primordial beings said to have inhabited the earth before any other forms of life. Or, to have inhabited the blackness of space and were trapped on the planet when it began to form. Though they have physical bodies that can be damaged and sealed away like any other monstrosity, it would be a mistake to consider them just elite monsters.

Whether they are alien or supernatural in make-up is unknown. Their exact numbers are unknown. The limits of their power are unknown.
The method for destroying them permanently is unknown.

For centuries humanity has fought back the Moloch and prevented their lightless night from manifesting. These battles are hard won due to each Moloch's strength and intelligence, but like men they all have their own traits and personalities that can be exploited. Their penchant for working alone when they do appear, however rarely, has allowed humanity to reliably put them down almost every time no matter the casualties. It can take hundreds of years for a defeated Moloch to reform, but there is no question that in time it will.

Every monster species, large or small, weak or strong, can trace its origins back to a Moloch's 'blood.'
Even humans are said to be born from Moloch.

MAGI

Like monsters, humans have the capacity to wield the paranormal via a special organ called a spiritual core. This is most often seen when a human's physical body breaks down, revealing their core and spirit form, commonly called a 'ghost.' Some humans have mystical abilities beyond becoming a ghost that they can use while alive: clairvoyants, psychics, and other more spiritually attuned individuals. Rarely, others transcend their ghost form after death, becoming more similar to monsters. Then, there are magi.

A mage's paranormal power is a cut above most humans, though there are no standards to truly measure them against each other. Magi are uniquely adapted to resisting the corrosion of being in a Makai, and thus are the best defense against monsters and Moloch alike. Due to their strong spiritual cores most magi hail from storied lineages of humanity's defenders, but that is not always the case... any human with potential can learn to utilize their power and become a mage. It takes talent, but it also takes practice.

Though the powers individual magi wield are vast and varied there are a few more common traits that can use used to classify them, such as how they manifest their spiritual power. As humans are wont to do, businesses and societies catering to magi were glad to be able to slap a label on their clients and members. These societies are hidden from the public eye whenever possible, with rumors and conspiracy the common man's shield from a mage's work of fighting back the darkness.

In addition, most magi have specialized senses that help them navigate inside of a Makai. The spectral sense -also known as the sixth sense- is more developed in magi than other humans, and works in tandem with the other senses. Within Makai there is only pitch darkness, but with focus a mage is able to perceive the area in black with dull white outlines and colorless features. A mage with particularly strong eyes -spectral eyes- may see sparks of color every now and then before they are consumed by the Makai. A mage's senses are invaluable to them, but sight is especially revered, so many go on to develop visual abilities -hereditary or otherwise- that they are quite proud of. Of course a smart mage will not rely on just one sense to fight.

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Choose your location

Though individual countries may have government branches or covert departments that work with or manage magi, there is no universal organization that oversees them. Just as every mage is more or less unique, the way each nation chooses to handle their magi differ. There are many magi that operate independently of any local or national organizations, and there are many families with enough influence that they hold seats of political power in their home lands. Magi have always existed, and for the most part are a necessary existence to ensure humanity's continued survival, but one that the majority of people don't understand or are not even consciously aware of. This is intentional, as whether on their own or as part of an organization, magi work covertly.

They are modern myth, the grizzly reality of their battles kept far from the public eye whenever possible.

Crepuscule Also 'MI13,' the United Kingdom's national magi agency. Based in Birmingham, England. Houses government employed magi, contracts mercenary magi, and works directly with noble magi connected to the Crown. The magi of Crepuscule travel throughout the isles, Ireland, and continental Europe whenever and wherever they are needed.	GLOAM Government Liaison Office for Authorization of Magi, a name shared by a number of magi-related departments in the United States. Employs a number of magi throughout the country, though attempts to regulate individual magi have largely failed. Offices vary from state to state, but the duty is largely considered less a calling and more a career.	Tasogare The Japanese cabinet for makai research and defense, commonly called 'Tasogare' by employees, contractors, and citizens alike as its official name is rather long. Split into nine sub-agencies representing the eight regions of the country plus Tokyo prefecture, it is a covert and effective organization that looks down on all independent magi. Thus, most magi in Japan work with or within Tasogare.

‣ Crepuscule
‣ GLOAM
▶ Tasogare

Tōhoku Tasogare is based in Sendai. It is where our chosen story will be taking place. Tasogare is a structured organization, though Tōhoku's Tasogare is smaller and a little more laid back than, say Tokyo's Tasogare. In this option a mage's lineage is an important aspect of how others see them, sometimes to the point that it can cast a shadow on an otherwise spotless record of service or elevate a subpar mage to coast on their family's reputation. Created characters will be members of Tasogare, whether newly recruited or experienced magi. Real world locations will be referenced and mentioned, but the story is still entirely fictional. There will be anime tropes.

Your Tasogare Support Network

Tōhoku Tasogare's Three Buchō

??? Name: Type: Beast Blooded Notes: big sister type, protective, encouraging. Summoner for the most part, worm is named Bakemushi. Likes "cute" things. Dislikes hot weather and in-fighting. Physical strongest of the the buchou. Also handles magi personal affairs in the branch.	"Hikari" Name: Type: Soul Substantializer Notes: shorty, but older and wiser than he looks, mysterious, playful. Illusionist, quick and tricky fighting style. Likes sweets. Dislikes willful ignorance. The only one who gets away with teasing the other buchou. Also handles most of the research in the branch.	"Kumori" Name: Type: Arche Aetherist Notes: kuudere type, critical and responsible. Traditional elemental user, mostly fire and smoke. Likes passionate people. Dislikes thoughtlessness and disrespect. Comes from an illustrious magi family. Often handles combat training and discipline in the branch.

Optional Allies in Your Branch

"Kohaku" Name: Type: Arche Aetherist Notes: a friendly, upbeat young man whose spiritual power seems to be in direct contrast to his personality. good looking and confident, he likes to genuinely connect with other people and tends to go out of his way to speak with others, encourage allies, and protect his fellow man. A creative fighter who works just as well on the front line as on support.	??? Name: Type: ??? Notes: a polite young woman who comes from an old family of healers. does not take things personally, but also may unintentionally offend with her blunt words and old school style of thought.

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Glossary

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Crepuscule

also: MI13, British Magi Agency

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An alternate setting option. Crepuscule is an old nickname for the organization, tracing its origin back to the Roman occupation of Britannia. Apparently as an organization Crepuscule goes back even earlier than that, boasting one of the oldest collections of cooperative magi in the world, allegedly rivaling groups in China and the Middle East. The magi of Crepuscule are powerful and proud, hailing from all over Europe and beyond and tackling monsters within a wide area of the continent.

There is a clear division among the magi at Crepuscule which has historically interfered with their work before. The Crown Magi, nobility and genuine royalty dating back to Britain's oldest druids and the country's more modern royal family, have preferential status versus common British or foreign magi. Conspiracy swirls around them even outside of Britain's borders.

Ah, but anything else is irrelevant to our chosen story, isn't it?

Ghost

plural: ghosts | also: soul, spirit

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The spirit form of a human being, comprised of pure spiritual power. Whether one believes in a true after life or not, ghosts are one of the more commonly accepted facets of the supernatural among common folk. When a person's soul becomes disconnected from their body for any reason, their memories and personality often stay with the ghost - that is, they "become" a ghost. Like many paranormal aspects of life, the ghost is not entirely understood. Mysteries may always remain, both because of the difficulty of study and the spiritual faith of humanity.

Rarely there have been claims of ghost sightings belonging to animals, and despite their spiritual power there have been no ghosts of monsters observed - though that may be because certain monsters already exhibit ghost-like traits. As they are made of spiritual power, the stronger an individual's power then the stronger the presence of their ghost. People with weak spiritual power result in ghosts that flicker or fade away, or even some that do not manifest at all. A stronger ghost can remain in the world if they choose to, speak and think like they did in life, and with enough power even interact with physical objects. Over time, they will eventually dissipate or move on.

The ghosts of magi are unsurprisingly strong, but their lives battling monsters result in many of these ghosts being consumed or destroyed by monsters in the field. Ghosts are tied to a human's spiritual core, and one might say they even reside in said core, so a core destroyed before death will have dire consequences on one's ghost. Even if a ghost manages to form from a healthy core, it will normally not wield the same power it did when connected to a physical body.

Ghosts can absorb spiritual power and grow stronger in much the same way that monsters can, but this process more often than not results in the warping of the soul into an evil spirit. For this reason, the fact that ghosts can grow and transform in this way is a secret even among magi. Evil spirits are banished from existence in the same way that monsters are destroyed. Old ghosts are encouraged to move on before they discover this ability themselves. It is not the only ability of ghosts, as haunting and possession are common stories told throughout history. Experimenting with these abilities are frowned upon if not outright illegal in many places.

GLOAM

also: American Magi Bureau

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An alternate setting option. A mirror of the country itself, GLOAM is notorious for not utilizing a standard throughout any of branches. From East coast to West, North to South, highly urban areas to rural plains, each unit of GLOAM handles their work in different ways. The ability level of American magi swing wildly from barely better than a fortune teller to individuals who consider natural law to be mere suggestion.

GLOAM places more emphasis on individual performance than family lineage, and gives incentives to magi as though they were working as common contractors. In essence, this is exactly the case, and it is not uncommon for a mage to be poached by another branch. Though once loyalty is earned, it is a hard broken thing. Unlike older institutions, GLOAM did not get its start formed from indigenous groups of magi. Native magi have their own methods, and though their relationship with GLOAM is not without its issues the bureau is more cooperative than most government institutions of the US.

Ah, but anything else is irrelevant to our chosen story, isn't it?

Mage ✪

plural: magi | also: exorcist, magus, mystic, sorcerer

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Mage Type ✪

plural: types | also: category, power type, vocation

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The concept of a "mage type" is not a new one, but being assigned such categories in a more official capacity is a relatively modern development. Though every mage's power is more or less unique, the way in which they manifest said power will often overlap with others. It is in this way that magi are categorized, and many have embraced these labels.

Below are listed a few of the more prevalent categories of magi, though they are by no means the only types:

• BEAST BLOODED
  Magi who's Moloch's Blood runs thicker than most, for better or worse. Said to be the earliest form of power that magi utilized, their abilities embody bestial traits or draw power from the very monsters they fight. The strongest of this type of magi do both. Sensory enhancements, physical transformations, commanding familiars, and more.
• SOUL SUBSTANTIALIZER
  Magi who have learned to harness the power of their ghost forms while still alive. Their abilities are often esoteric or abstract; consciousness and immateriality, existence and distortion. They wield their own souls, focusing internally or imbuing them externally. Astral projection, clairvoyance, psychometry, mind and motion, and more.
• ARCHE AETHERIST
  Magi who are the closest to what a layman might consider a magic user. Their abilities likened to wuxing, mahābhūta, and classical elements, these magi draw their power from the primal earth and natural law. The creation and manipulation of fire, water, air, earth, metals... but also space, aether, and more.
• ESSENCE EVOCATOR
  Magi who are able to exert control over spiritual power itself, using their own internal alchemy as conduit for their abilities and influencing the spiritual power of others. Called fangxiangshi, onmyoji, and exorcists, they can draw from the leylines of the earth and the purity of their own 'spiritual vessels.' Consecration, power fields, binding, purification, and more.

Makai

plural: Makai | also: cursed space, desecrated ground

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The study of Makai is an ongoing endeavor, one that has reached a stand still in the modern era. Being a purely paranormal phenomenon, they follow natural law even less than monsters or humanity do. Researchers that have dedicated their lives to learning about Makai disagree with each other to this day on what, exactly, Makai truly are and how they interact with the world.

Some claim them to be an infection that takes hold on even the smallest molecules, allowing it to cling not only to surfaces but to the very air, creating the "pockets." Some say they are the original form that spiritual power takes, physical and yet not, and that is why it can alter what it comes into contact with. Some are convinced they are ruptures in reality caused by that same spiritual power, and if left fed into instead of destabilized they could lead to other planes of existence. And still others are content with the simple explanation that Makai are the mysterious, natural byproducts of a Moloch's influence in the world, corrupting the spiritual power around it.

Whether a run of the mill mage concerns themselves with speculation and conjecture, there are hard facts they will always keep in mind regarding Makai:

1. They are formed in areas of high spiritual power output, which is why the sites of battles or the presence of powerful monsters are normally the catalysts of their creation. There are records and reports on where and when Makai have formed, the information becoming spotty the further back one looks.

2. When they do form, it is almost instantly. Magi that have been present at the formation of a Makai report a drop in temperature and a brief feeling of dread before a black bubble forms and balloons to maximum size in mere moments, completely silently. Attempts to interrupt or contain the formation before completion have so far always failed.

3. The size of a Makai is influenced by the spiritual power used to create it. Though all Makai form from high levels of power in an area, "high" is a vague measure. The smallest Makai on record were 6x6 meters (about 20x20 ft), while the largest are alleged to have consumed entire towns.

4. Makai cannot be directly destroyed; or at least, attempts to do so have always failed. Makai are instead destabilized when the catalyst for their creation is destroyed. Usually, this means that killing the monster that caused the formation (or otherwise rendering its ability to use spiritual power null) will cut off the source of a Makai's "fuel," and it will collapse on its own over time. The longer a Makai is allowed to exist before being destabilized, and the longer it will linger in the world before disappearing.

5. Makai also cannot be artificially created, though this is with the caveat that attempts to create one intentionally have never bared fruit. In the minds of many researchers, the risks of creating a Makai artificially or through purposeful action do not outweigh the benefit that studying one in a controlled environment. It may be requested of magi in the field to leave a small, isolated Makai alone for this purpose, though whether these magi oblige such requests is up to the individual. Normally, swift destruction is as soon as possible is protocol.

6. Being inside of a Makai disorients the senses, though whether this is a direct effect of Makai on those trapped in it -especially to keep those inside of it from leaving- or merely a symptom of its traits is debated. Sound is muffled within a Makai, and no light survives inside making vision impossible for all but monsters and magi. Even then, the sense of sight is warped. Smell, taste, and touch are affected by a "stinging" sensation, annoying but not painful and thus simple to tune out for experienced magi. It is thought that this strange sensation is the Makai's corrosive effect, but this is not confirmed.

7. Whether large or small, all Makai are indeed "corrosive." They break down the environments they envelop, turning buildings to ruin, roads and stones to dust, and dust into nothing. The process is not a quick a one, but the longer a Makai lasts the stronger its corrosive ability becomes. Living things are also broken down while inside a Makai in a similar way, from the inside out, via a condition that has been named "Makai Sickness." Even spiritual power is broken down inside of a Makai... or it may be more accurate to say, it is absorbed to continue to fuel the bubble's existence, and the act of breaking down all matter within is a means to take in as much spiritual power as possible.

Makai Sickness

also: curse, Makai curse, Makai Disease, Makai mutation

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In the past when people spoke of suffering from being cursed, they normally referred to those afflicted with Makai Sickness. It is not contagious, the only way to contract it being prolonged exposure to the inside of a Makai. It acts much like a disease or infection, targeting the spiritual power -and spiritual core- of living beings. It corrodes the pathways of the body leading to the spiritual core until feeding on the core itself, after which it rapidly eats through the blood and tissue of the body. Humans, monsters, and animals are all susceptible, and creatures without strong spiritual power succumb very quickly. There is no known cure for Makai Sickness, and death is the most common outcome for those afflicted with it.

Long term suffering of Makai Sickness is rare. A survivor of Makai Sickness is not unscathed by the experience. Their body mutates in large or small part - an effect of the Sickness being supernatural in nature in the first place. These survivors never change in the same ways, each affliction unique to the sufferer. They also face as of yet irreparable damage to their spiritual pathways, which can have an effect on their use of spiritual power. More than that, the remnants of the Sickness that remain makes them more vulnerable to being affected by Makai Sickness again, their survival chances near zero if they were to "relapse."

Strictly speaking, saying that the Sickness "feeds" is misleading. Magi experts on Makai research disagree on whether Makai Sickness is alive in the way a virus is, or if it more similar to radiation sickness and only seems to evolve due to its supernatural nature. In reality it shares traits of both, but either way it weakens its sufferers until death or dysmorphogenesis.

Moloch

plural: Moloch | also: devils, demons, old gods

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Moloch's Blood

also: primordial power

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Monster

plural: monsters | also: demons, yokai

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A "monster" is exactly what you may be thinking: creatures from the myths and folklore of our real world. Stories of demons, dragons, fae, yokai, and more; from werewolves and harpies to devils, krakens, the undead to even just gigantic, belligerent predators. Most are solitary beings, but at times they can form small groups and even work together. As stated, what sets a monster apart from an animal is its ability to wield spiritual power, much like how human magi can. And what separates monsters from each other are their various levels of brain power. At current, there are two levels of this:

1. The intelligence level between different species. Like the animal kingdom that humanity is part of, different types of monsters have different brain capacities. One can reasonably assume that a basilisk that they encounter will have a lower level of intelligence versus a dragon.

2. The intelligence level between different individuals of the same species. Unlike the animal kingdom whose members are sorted in class, order, family, etc., monster classification is not so robust. Two monsters both considered to be werewolves may differ greatly from each other, especially where there intelligence level is concerned. One may be more beastly than its cousin, and another may even possess the ability to speak.

In general the more humanoid a monster is, the smarter it is, which seems to suggest a similar evolutionary path to the ones taken by humans. Monsters that are capable of higher thought also consider those more beast-like monsters to be akin to "mere animals." Intelligent monsters of this level can feel and understand some of the same emotions that humans do, however their base instincts will never disappear. All monsters are possessed by their hunger, without exception.

Eating and growing are how a monster gains strength. Gaining strength for survival is hardwired into a monster's brain. They use cunning, technique, or pure strength to capture prey, as all monsters must continue to consume less their hunger eventually drives them to autosarcophagy. Flora and fauna can only sate them for so long; only spiritual power -and the beings that contain it- can truly sustain a monster. Thus, the everlasting conflict between monster and man.

Rarely, a monster may evolve after consuming large amounts of spiritual power. Their evolution is varied, as even individuals of the same species that undergo evolution will not change in the same ways. Some grow larger, some develop powerful paranormal abilities, and some ascend to a higher plane of intelligence. It is the latter that is the most dangerous, as a smarter monster is a deadlier monster. Magi prioritize putting down these monsters over others in order to prevent the potential birth of new Moloch. It is only a hypothesis that monsters can evolve into Moloch, as this has never been observed during recorded history.

More common is the formation of a Makai, though these are created during a release of large amounts of spiritual power rather than consumption of it. Monsters play a part in the formation of Makai most often when they come into contact with each other or with magi during their hunts and unleash their power during battle.

Throughout history there have been tales of monsters ravaging kingdoms and villages, but in the modern era those living in large cities will never see a monster during their life time. In fact, to this day many humans the world over consider monsters to be just stories. This is in part due the majority of monsters being nocturnal, solitary creatures that take their prey swiftly or stealthily within their own territories. A monster preserves its own life even over the lives of its offspring, and will generally avoid provoking stronger monsters or magi... unless they are particularly aggressive or believe they can win. Of course, monsters encroaching into cities is nothing new. Even skeptics tend to stay indoors in rural areas when the hour grows too late.

Recently there has been an upsurge of monster activity in various regions of the world. Is there some reason for it...?

Spectral Sense

plural: senses | also: mystic eyes/etc, sixth sense, spiritual sensitivity

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Spiritual Aspect ✪

plural: aspects | also: expression of power, technique

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If a mage's type determines how they utilize their spiritual power, then their aspect represents the shape that power takes when made manifest.

Spiritual Core ✪

plural: cores | also: kanda, qi center, spirit organ

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Spirit Pathway

plural: pathways | also: chakras/nadi, magic circuits, mana vessels

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Spiritual Power ✪

also: qi, life force, magic, mana, orenda, spirit energy, spiritual prowess

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Tasogare

also: Cabinet of Magi, Cabinet of Makai Research and Defense

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Character Sheet: Tasogare Ver.

Character sheets can be formatted in any way a player likes, with additional information added (or omitted) if it suits the character. Below in the hider is general information I'd like to see for the Tasogare version of the story, with some helpful explanations. Go chuuni for ability names!

Included is an example character sheet, though by no means is sticking to this example required.

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Name: (given and family, either order as long as it is clear which is which)
Age: (late teens-mid 20s)
Gender:
Height:
Blood Type:
Appearance: (extra information such as build, marks, etc. if needed/wanted)

Lineage: (how long as your character's family been magi? write in regards to your character, as in '2nd Generation' for example)

Mage Type: (choose one of the examples in the glossary entry for Mage Type or come up with your own type. Bonus points for a two word title, double extra points for alliteration)

Spiritual Aspect: (the name of their specific kind of abilities. for example, "Inferno Fist," a close quarters fighter mage's ability to control fire. Or go more broad with it)

Prowess: (explain what your character can do. this can include any specific techniques under their aspect umbrella if warranted. if applicable also include what else besides their spiritual power they use to fight with - can they throw a punch when cornered, have they obtained a license for a firearm, do they even wield a cool sword?

if your character possesses a special spectral sense, also name and include it in this section. for example, Mystic Eyes of Death Perception "Bloodhound Boon," a trait related to sensing and tracking the paranormal by smell.

go wild, but keep in mind that your character shouldn't be a one man army even if they have prior experience fighting monsters. if possible stay on theme with your character's abilities: stay within one "type," with related powers that make sense when connecting to each other.)

Personality Notes: (do not have to write a paragraph, listing a few positive and negative traits are just fine)

History Notes: (do not be exhaustive, stick with only the most important/formative experiences and most recent history. reveal the rest in play if you like.)

Character Arc: (write a little about what you want for this character during the story. does not have to be super detailed or in depth as we will discuss it. or, keep it private if you prefer!)

[Yankee]

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟾𝟿𝟼.
𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚢, 𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜.

A lawyer has died.

During a string of deaths each more mysterious than the last, his was both expected and underwhelming. Simple heart complications at his desk. Another lawyer has taken his place. With a mountain of paperwork to sort through, his first order of business was to draft a series of letters. They were not pleas for help, nor offers of hire. They were notes for the collection of debt.

In an undisclosed time, at an undisclosed place, you made a deal. In exchange, you achieved something great. You received something amazing. You became someone important. You made someone else whole. You destroyed another person. You signed an IOU in blood.

In the budding spring you have traveled to the city of Eminence at the behest of your creditor. Having pledged your life as collateral, you could not afford to do anything less than what he asked of you.

It is this:

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• Weird West
• You sold your soul to the devil LOL
• Hunt down runaway debtors like yourself
• Throw in some spooky western ghost story monsties
• Maybe get some low level powers?
• ????
• Profit

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[Yankee]

Pariah

S O L
S O L

^{“If I can't find my knight in shining armor, then I'll just have to play one myself!”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Amelia Miller Persona Sollune Pathos Thyrien Role Tank Weapon of Choice Longsword Domains Light Darkness Manifestation Protection Playstyle & Attitude Protective and supportive. Beautiful spells that focus on defense or drawing enemy aggression, keeping the danger away from allies. Enthusiastic team player. A model prince charming overlaid on a tomboy who doesn't watch her mouth. Will fight you to defend a lady's honor, or just because you are getting on her nerves. ♫♬

A M E L I A M I L L E R: H O L D I N G O U T F O R A H E R O A M E L I A M I L L E R: H O L D I N G O U T F O R A H E R O ________________________________________________________________________________________ When Amelia's brother died, it hit her hard. Really, really hard. In between a paranoid, workaholic mother and an unreliable, ex-felon father, Austin was the single stable stone to which she could cling to. When they uprooted their lives every year or two and moved, he was there. When their parents fought until their dad finally walked out, he was there. When Amelia had to stay late for soccer practice, Oz would pick her up on his bicycle afterward, and when she got into a fight with a friend and cried about it at home he would pat her head and tell her the stupidest joke she ever heard. Austin and Amelia were best friends, so when he was gone, it left a huge hole in her heart. Amelia's life did not revolve around Austin, but with the physical absence of her father and emotional absence of her mother, the heavy loss of her brother colored that life. She sought out male companionship, starting with Austin's friends. They understood what she was feeling, and still called her by the nickname he had given her, "Ames." When the Millers, down to two now, inevitably moved away she easily fell in with new groups of guys. Amelia was simple, sporty, and a little rough around the edges; her decently cute face and girl next door vibe didn't hurt either. However when she approached adulthood, her time spent chilling on the couch playing games with the boys turned to joining the dating pool. She had always been a romantic at heart, and she had a desire she was sure a lot of other girls had: to fall for a kind man who would whisk her away from her dead end life. Especially now that she felt so alone. She didn't have the smarts, looks, or talent to escape it on her own. Unfortunately no matter how many men she dated, from sleazeballs to nice guys, it didn't work out for her. Her girl friends said she was too picky, her exes told her no one would treat a tomboy with no social filter like a princess. But as far as she was concerned, if they couldn't even beat a two dimensional love interest from a video game then what did they know? She kept trying. Hitch-hiked out of the latest shitty little town she'd ended up in right out of high school, got a shitty job in the city and shared a shitty apartment with a friend. In between the cycle of losing work, finding it again and speed dating, she filled her life with games. Until she could find her white knight, someone who would stand up for her, ease her troubles, stroke her hair, treat her kindly.... until then, there would always be a simulacrum of him online. S O L L U N E: T H E S T A R R Y K N I G H T S O L L U N E: T H E S T A R R Y K N I G H T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Short, fluffy maroon hair, a handsome face, a voice that leans alto, the attire of a knightly prince and a height that's a little tall for a woman, but about average for a man. Sol puts forth the image of a radiant pretty boy prince charming, so it can come as a surprise that Sol is, in fact, a girl. For a while now the persona of "Sol" was her go-to in all kinds of RPGs. She got some kind of catharsis in embodying the perfect guy that seemed so unattainable in real life. Maybe it was a little pathetic, but being Sol was the next best thing. Pariah Online was no different - this was her ideal. Of course the knight in shining armor had to do more than just look the part. She worked hard and became strong, dedicated herself to the protection of others, and treated every girl, whether they were a Wayfarer or a Denizen, as a princess... ...for the most part. Because being Sol was not so much playing a character as it was projecting her own wants into the world. The same simple, boisterous girl that she was 'out there' was still 'in here.' She spoke her mind, called people out, and got into arguments. Even other girls weren’t spared if they annoyed her too much. Accolades from former party members for her performance in battle content and the fans she has gained due to her knightly actions outside of it keep her good reputation well preserved, though for some it's always funny to see Sol cuss a guy out and then turn around and speak sweetly to a girl like it didn't happen. Sol isn't perfect, but she damn well tries to be. And she quite enjoyed the attention she got as her popularity climbed higher and higher. It wasn't unusual that some days she got more party invites than she could keep up with. Her heart fluttered after each stressful, but successful dungeon clear, or when she captured the attention of a pretty girl. Team play was her forte, and every raid pulled off, every community event that succeeded, and every grateful player that spoke with her made her fall deeper and deeper in love with the game.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Star Shimmer Shield
The most basic part of Sol's kit, and the first spell she ever mastered. A defensive ability that manifests as a solid wall of glittering light that radiates out from a single bright point. Just as light moves swiftly, its casting time is ridiculously fast. The shield's size and strength increases proportional to the energy used to cast it, and interconnected constellations of lights can form a massive AOE shield around entire teams. As arguably Sol's most important skill, she is able to "debt cast" it if her mana is too low by burning off her maximum mana amount.

Dark Quasar
A conjured point of light that swiftly implodes and creates a black hole effect which draws targets toward its center. The swirling dark mass has a pull powerful enough to suck in several enemies at once, so long as they aren't too large. Unlike a real black hole the spell itself has no other effect besides the pull. It is very effective at grouping troublesome enemies together for herself or someone else to take care of. Although it can be cast at range, the spell is called "quasar" because Sol usually casts it on top of herself to pull enemies towards her, functioning as the luminescence at the center.

Burst of Starlight
An empowering effect that can be cast on herself or others. It is a straightforward increase to the target's stats; not just their defense but their attack, speed, and other capabilities. Like Star Shimmer Shield, the effect increases proportional to the energy used to cast it. Sol mainly uses it on herself when she is not acting as main tank, or on a DPS partner when she is. The indication of her Starlit buff can vary from person to person, but for Sol her hair glows golden and grows longer depending on the strength of the buff.

Umbral Obsession
A single target debuff normally reserved for dungeon bosses or other highly dangerous foes. When the spell takes effect, it looks as though a shadowy shroud has fallen over the eyes of the target it was cast on. From the target's point of view, a very specific kind of tunnel vision is enforced. Looking anywhere other than at Sol makes their eyesight dark and fuzzy - thereby obscuring her allies and making it harder to focus on or hit them, while Sol herself remains perfectly clear in order to hold the enemy's attention.

Shooting Comets
A somewhat weak ranged attack, though it can be cast manifold, rapidly, or both. Bright little stars form in the air around Sol, then shoot toward a target as a projectile of light. The projectile itself is fast, but the spell has an obvious tell in that fact that the stars must form first before firing. For the most part Sol uses it to ping distant enemies or quickly deal with very low level ones hen she's in the area doing something else.

Purest Shadow
Sol raises her hand and summons a ring of darkness, which can then be placed on the ground to create a circular field of flickering shadows. It has a medium duration, but while active any allies that stand in the field are dispelled of their debuffs, Sol included. It does not happen instantly, as the darkness "consumes" each debuff one by one, but it works very well when fighting in a small area.

Character Feats

Simple but Stylish
Some people seek out rare magic spells, exotic weaponry, or complex artifacts. Others practice like crazy to perfect long, intricate combos or enchantments. And then there's Sol, who ditched the physical shield that came with her starter weapon because it was easier that way. Sol is good with a sword, and her swordplay is a wonderful blend of elegant and aggressive. She makes attacking and defending with it seem almost effortless. The simple, polished movements easily show off her skill, and when paired with her pretty spellwork she cuts quite the dashing figure in combat.

Eye for Detail
Sol is always the one that notices the treasure chest obscured in the corner, the faint glow of that forage-able item, the haircut or the little accessory her teammate recently got, the anxious fan or newbie assassin hiding behind the wall, the shooting star at night out of the corner of her eye. And she looks out for people just as much. Spending all that time looking for "The One" means she hardly misses a thing.

Pillar of the Community
For Sol, being a strong player and a kind stranger wasn't enough. A real prince charming was truly helpful. Sol has been a large presence throughout Toraenis at community events, Wayfarer run shop openings, player projects such as charities, fashion shows, and much more. It wasn't an exaggeration to say her name was well known throughout her starter city-state, and word of mouth had carried it beyond. She's collected many titles and nicknames due to this; The Stellar Idol, Toraenis' Wayfarer Prince, Lord Sollune, and of course her personal favorite, The Starry Knight.

Your North Star
Everyone that stands under Sol's starlight is under her protection, in more ways than one. She embodies her unwavering ideal, inspiring others with it. She takes charge in parties and lends her guidance to others. She emulates the best person she knew so that people feel that they could rely on her. And she is more than happy to give her opinion, asked for or otherwise.

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Avatar names?
Ames
Hoshi
Soluna
Sollune
Umbrasol
Stellasol
just Sol or Soul lol
more game sounding? Stellar Sol?

Micki notes:
stick with female but looks like a fuckboi bishounen
don't lean into solo play, commit you coward
we go full clash with Rael
Player housing is real confirmed lol

Big gif

♫ ♬
piano ver <3
music box ver

cat

Da Micki game

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Gaea

C r u s A c o s t a

“What can I say? I'm charming and irresponsib- I mean irresistible.”

Name
Crus Acosta

Age
Eighteen

Gender
Male

Home Sea
South Sea

Aether Sign
Sun (Wind)

Aether Abilities
Crus' Aether abilities are extremely minor. The most he can do at the moment is create a breeze. At it's strongest Crus can use it to give himself a tailwind and move faster while using less stamina, or to give himself a push through the water while swimming. Most of the time he uses it instead to cool himself down, cheat at tops, or passive aggressively knock things over. His control is poor when his emotions are high.

Personality --- SUBJECT TO CHANGE
On the surface, Crus is a bit of a people pleaser. A young man with a warm personality. He is friendly and playful, and never shy around strangers. He acts much the same whether around old friends or new acquaintances, and he doesn't discriminate. He enjoys chatting, and to that end he can be a bit pushy. He likes prying, and especially likes getting his way. Crus isn't one to give in easily, and that extends to much more than just personal relationships. He has a stubborn streak a mile wide that helps him to chase his wants and goals even when the going gets tough, but he's patient enough to play the long game too.

Crus can be irresponsible. If he doesn't want to do something, he tries to find a way out of it. This doesn't particularly mean that Crus is lazy - he's done his fair share of hard work during his life, but the weight of responsibilities, of people relying on you, makes him uncomfortable. For that reason he doesn't make many promises to people either. A promise with Crus is a rare thing indeed.

Though stubborn and bullheaded in most things, when it comes to interpersonal conflict Crus will deflect, get defensive, and offer platitudes before anything else. If he can avoid a scrap he will, but his small amount of pride won't let him back down if things get physical. Of course, most conflict of that nature can be avoided by either telling the other person what they want to hear, or by cutting into them with sharp words. Just have to know who you're fighting with. Maybe under different circumstances, Crus could have been quite the manipulator. Might still turn out that way, but at the moment he prefers getting what he wants by taking care of it himself. By the way, Crus is also a pretty talented liar, but he's honest more often than not. That probably makes it all the harder to tell when he is lying.

History
On the island of Ororuel in the South Sea, the Acosta family served as governors for the last few generations. It's household housed the former chief Asabien, his son and current chief Barachel and wife, and of course Crus: only son and future chief. There is a certain charm and excitement knowing you're destined to lead people, to take over the family mantle... but as Crus grew up, the feeling wore off quickly.

Though the tradition was to continue with Crus, he consistently fell short of his family's expectations. He had no motivation to take over the position, no interest at all in politics, and did not show any inkling of the skills needed to act as chief. He was a hard worker, so long as it was work he was interested in doing, and carrying a community on his back was not. Instead, his heart was set on adventure. Since early childhood he was the type to feed into his curiosity, leading faux adventuring teams made of the community's kids to discover all their island had to offer. First hand experiences with flora and fauna dealt life lessons in the form of scars, but Crus always went back for more. He was a hands on learner. Traditional classes were never for him, and he shirked many meetings with tutors in favor of outings into nature - whether it be into caves, climbing hills, or diving underwater. If he could touch it, he wanted to know about it; the how, why and when. Philosophy, law, diplomacy... those weren't physical things, and so didn't interest him in the slightest. History was about the only thing he wasn't able to touch that he felt worth learning about. His antics were tolerated as a child, but as the years passed it created a tension and dissonance between himself and the island's older population, including his father and grandfather.

Elders of the island grew worried of the family's future, and considered another one taking over. Anxious, and frankly irritated at the prospective young chief, they openly talked about their concerns and scorn. With each other, with their families, and of course to the chief himself who would hear every complaint and bring it back to his own family.

By the time Crus was a teenager, the friction surrounding him was well established. That time in a person's life is already chaotic and confusing enough, but Crus spent it torn between not wanting to disappoint his family or his community, and wanting to stay true to himself. He'd known for a long time that he didn't want to take on the mantle of chief, and though no amount of pushing, smothering, or convincing would change his mind he let people believe that it might. The time Crus spent in the village was filled with lies, platitudes, and avoidance. At home it was arguing, simmering anger, and strained smiles in between moments of familial love. There was a lot of sneaking off to forget about his duties for a while, a habit he'd never shaken from childhood, but whenever they could his father and grandfather would keep Crus on a short leash. More lessons, more scars.

Whenever he get away, Crus spent most of his time outside of the village. For one, his peers and the younger members of the community still adored him (at least the ones that hadn't taken their elders' mumbling to heart). Playing, helping, or just chatting and relaxing were his favorite pasttimes, besides exploring. Having long since scoured every nook and cranny of Ororuel, more often than not Crus took to the ocean. He pretended to be a Diver and brought back shells, coral, and all kinds of trinkets from the sea bed to give to the little ones - especially his new little sister, whom he could never be upset with. There had been a particularly difficult period of time when it came to light that his parents had been trying for another son. Though it ultimately failed of course, the tactic actually worked for a while, but eventually the frustration caught up with him and Crus disappeared for a few weeks. It was during that time he'd taken a boat out and let the sea's current take him wherever it willed. He slept under the stars, rocked by ocean waves, and eventually drifted to an patch of sea wholly unfamiliar to him. Under the water he ended up coming upon something interesting: the ruined remains of some ancient vessel, half buried in the sea bed and completely covered over with barnacles. What was it? Where did it come from? How had no one found it before? Surely if they had, he would have already known about it. Inside the wreck beside little animals making it a home and trinkets destroyed by time, was an ornate bident. Though crusted with mollusks it had not rusted. Crus' eyes shined at the sight of it, and of course he took it back with him to the surface.

When he came back up to his boat he found an ambush of people from his village waiting to take him back. He supposed he'd been gone a little too long this time. Once returned home he found that his family eased up on him a bit, afraid to lose him for good. The relationship with his family had improved, but it felt like a false sense of security. He placated them more often than not, pretending to come around to the idea of being chief just to keep the peace. Over the next few years Crus merely tolerated living on the island that seemed so small now, preparing for the inevitable but looking for a way out.

And then, when news reached their little island that a Diver crew would be stopping by on their way to some newly discovered ruins, Crus fought to hide his excitement. He kept it cool, acted disinterested, but in reality this was his chance. Real Divers, the kind that explored all the world's oceans and went on all kinds of adventures, coming to his home?

What else could he really have been expected to do, besides stow away?

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FIRST DRAFT
_{Basic idea: The son of his island's chief, next in line to take over the governing of the island. Did not wanna do that so he fucked off (eventually). Before fucking off he was an adventurous lad and found a cool bident that looked ancient. When the Divers came through on their way to the newly discovered ruins, Crus stowed away. Scenario 1: he was quickly discovered and made into the cabin boy/deck swabber, intends to stay on with the crew, eventually get license? Scenario 2: he was eventually discovered and see above while the crew decides what to do with him.}

Crus had been an exuberant kid. From early childhood he was the type to feed into his curiosity, leading faux adventuring teams made of the community's kids to discover all their island had to offer. First hand experiences with flora and fauna dealt life lessons in the form of scars, but Crus never was a fast learner. His strength was in his body, not his brain, and he shirked many meetings with tutors in favor of outings into nature. His antics were tolerated as a child, but as the years passed it created a tension and dissonance between himself and the island's older population.

The Acosta family had served as the island's governors for generations, passing the title of "Chief" from father to son. The tradition was to continue with Crus, an only son, but he consistently fell short of his family's expectations. He had no motivation to take over the position, no interest at all in politics, and did not show any inkling of the skills needed to act as chief. Elders of the island grew worried of the family's future, considered another one taking over. Though irritated and anxious, they dared not try and correct the chief's son directly - and so instead they openly talked about their concerns. With each other, with their families, and of course to the chief that would hear every complaint and bring it back to his own family, brewing a tense atmosphere at home.

By the time Crus was a teenager, the friction surrounding him was well established. His family attempted cracking down on him, pushing and smothering to take his responsibilities seriously. More lessons, more scars. Stuck between not wanting to disappoint his family, but also wanting to be true to himself, Crus' days grew chaotic and confusing for him. The teenage rebel phase was full of lies, violence, making up, fighting again, running away then begging to come back. There was a particularly difficult period of time when his parents actually tried for another son. It was during this time that Crus pulled completely away, hiding out away from home for days or weeks at a time. Sometimes he would stay with the few friends he still had (it turns out when parents are spreading rumors about someone their kids pick up on it pretty quickly), but more often than not he would lay out under the stars, falling asleep to the sound of ocean waves.

His usual hideaways hadn't been secret for a while now, so to avoid everyone Crus starting going farther and farther. Most of the time this meant out onto the water, and underneath it too. Fearless and a strong swimmer, Crus would take a small boat into the surf and spend days beneath the surface. Everyone heard tales of Divers braving battles and exploring uncharted waters, and it was a common childhood game to pretend they were among the ranks of such people, jumping into the ocean and bringing as many shells onto the shore as they could carry. Maybe it was childish but Crus did the same now, leaving his troubles behind on the surface and just peeking into every cave and crevice under the water looking for anything interesting or new. Or he would just float for a while and let the current sweep him wherever it cared to.

At fifteen, one such occasion of drifting on the sea brought Crus to an unfamiliar place. Intrigued, he got to exploring, and ended up coming upon something interesting: the ruined remains of some ancient vessel, half buried in the sea bed and completely covered over with barnacles. What was it? Where did it come from? How had no one found it before? Surely if they had, he would have already known about it. Inside the wreck were little animals making it a home, trinkets destroyed by time, as well as something that seemed to have withstood the salt water all this time. An ornate bident, though crusted with mollusks it had not rusted. Crus' eyes shined at the sight of it, and of course he took it back with him to the surface.

When he reached his boat he found an ambush of people from his village waiting to take him back. He supposed he'd been gone a little too long this time. Once returned home he was kept on a much shorter leash, which annoyed him to no end, but at the very least this time diving into his studies was more interesting - maybe if he looked hard enough into the area's history he could find some information on that wreck.

Things could never go back to those simple times of childhood. His relationship with his family had improved, but it felt like a false peace. He placated the chief more often than not, pretending to want the mantle. Maybe if he pretended enough even he would believe it. Save for his little sister whom he could never be upset with, Crus merely tolerated living on the island that seemed so small now.

Three years passed, and when news reached their little island that a Diver crew would be stopping by on their way to some newly discovered ruins, Crus fought to hide his excitement. He kept it cool, acted disinterested, but in reality this was his chance. Real Divers, the kind that explored all the world's oceans and went on all kinds of adventures, coming to his home?

What else could he really have been expected to do, besides stow away?

Gear
Crus has carried that bident he found for years, clinging to the little sense of adventure it brought him. Besides that he also has a simple rebreather, a small knife, and a woven bag - all things he uses while exploring. Besides that he carries some primitive beigoma, doubling both as his favorite game and as a little keepsake of Ororuel.

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A A R O N

^{“I just think it's kind of sad to give up on something that can be saved with a little hard work.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ At twenty-two years old, Aaron Miller is the second of two twins - younger by three minutes. And yes, their parents thought it was cheeky to call them the same name. Though an extrovert at heart, Aaron is the more reserved of the two siblings. He is protective, values hard work, and has a lame sense of humor. Together, he and his sister live and work on one of the only farms left in Starlight Cove.

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ In its heyday, the Starlight Mill Farm was a large producer of food for the island's residents. Part sprawling farm and part robust ranch, its fresh local fruits, vegetables, and animal products found their way into restaurants and businesses around the island. Abundant harvests also yielded enough that the family that owned it could even export some produce for extra cash, though they preferred to keep things local so the islanders didn't have to rely much on mainland imports. Unfortunately, the above hasn't been the case in a long time. Nowadays even the property's namesake - the "Miller's Mill" - has broken down and remains in disrepair. It started with in the twins' grandparents' time; the land began to lose something, something vital, and the once flourishing fields started to decline. Over years the crop yields grew smaller and smaller until some just stopped growing altogether. The animals were affected too, the quality of milk and eggs suffering as they became lethargic. Was it a coincidence that the vitality of the farm lessened when the population of Starlight Cove really began seeing changes as more and more people left permanently for the mainland? No one can say for sure, but the superstitious say that the land itself has lost its luster, its magic, all over the island. If that was really the case, then of course the people that depended the most on that land experienced the 'curse' firsthand. The Miller twins don't believe in curses though. As the current generation residents and managers of Starlight Mill Farm, they stubbornly work their literally un-yielding land with the hope they can restore it to some of its former glory.

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"Aaron."
"Erin."

Farmer F

E R I N
E R I N

^{“We're only able to grow wheat right now... eheh... but just watch, soon these fields will be bursting with color!”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ At twenty-two years old, Erin Miller is the first of two twins - older by three minutes. And yes, their parents thought it was cheeky to call them the same name. Erin is a go-getter willing to try anything to get the fields on the island growing again, including investing in so-called "lost magics." She is proud and has a slightly mischievous side. Together, she and her brother live and work on one of the only farms left in Starlight Cove.

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Miller family has been in Starlight Cove for as long as anyone can remember. They allegedly arrived from the mainland generations ago with only a few seeds and a few cattle, and after settling managed to turn the small farmstead start into a successful - even profitable - farm and ranch. Their namesake, a stone windmill, sat on a hill nearing the property's edge. Anyone visiting the farm would be able to see the large spinning sails from any corner. It's a shame the twins can't get anyone out to fix it in the current generation, as it now stands as a monument to just how far the farm has fallen. When Erin's parents all but gave up on the farm and planned their move to the mainland a couple years ago, she refused to go with them. And if Erin was staying, then needless to say her brother was too; the twins had always stuck together and had no plans to separate any time soon. Heated discussions turned into arguments, but in the end, the family split up. With a couple of jobs lined up through friends and connections, their parents headed into the city across the water... and the twins were allowed to stubbornly stay behind. The farm wasn't worth much in its current state, and since they wouldn't make much money selling it remains in the family's possession, technically still in their father's name. Though repeated failures hit them harder and harder each year, the twins remain optimistic that they can turn things around. They'll joke about it, smile and blame things on each others' black thumbs, but its clear in the smudges on their faces and dirt under their nails how hard they're working to restore some 'magic' to the area through the food they plan to grow. So far the only crop that's managed to survive is hardy winter wheat, and the only livestock that remain are a few chickens and one aging cow.

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The Walters are New Hampshire natives, and they've been living together in Huddeen for about the last ten years. They live in one of two houses are the very end of Mulberry Street, where the pavement turns to dirt driveways. The property itself includes a swatch of land of about a mile, only minimally developed. Since Charles purchased it as a young man, he has refused to sell any portion back to the city for further development. The man himself used to be a regular voice heard at town hall meetings, but has since been replaced by his daughter who has become a nightmare at the local PTA. Historically they haven't been a particularly outgoing family, but they are decent people with a mixed reputation among their neighbors.

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W A L T E R S, C H A R L E S || P A T R I A R C H - 82 W A L T E R S, C H A R L E S || P A T R I A R C H - 82 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Charles grew up in Rockingham County, where he met and married his highschool sweetheart Magdalene. Their romance was put on hold when Charles was drafted for the Vietnam War, then a man in his early twenties. Reuniting after three tours of duty, the couple was eager to settle down and both pooled their money together to purchase land in their home state. Charles has lived there ever since, even after Magdalene passed away 42 happy years later. During that time, Charles found employment as a carpenter, and he spent most of his free time renovating the old home they'd bought and clearing out some of the property. He built the barn with plans to possibly buy some livestock and a pony for the daughter they ended up having, but ultimately never had more than a few chickens. After hitting seventy years, his age finally seemed to be catching up with him. Actually I think I fucked up my math with the ages lol uuuuh.... ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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W A L T E R S - S M I T H, J O H N || O N L Y S O N - 16 W A L T E R S - S M I T H, J O H N || O N L Y S O N - 16 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A paragraph or two of characterization goes here, briefly touching on their personality, background, etc. Add more or remove tables as needed. Honestly, he doesn't miss his dad all that much. And considering if his mom and dad had married his name probably would have ended up literally just being "John Smith," he feels like he's dodged a bullet.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.

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W I L L I A M S, J O R D A N || F A M I L Y F R I E N D - 16 W I L L I A M S, J O R D A N || F A M I L Y F R I E N D - 16 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Williams family lives at the end of Mulberry Street - directly across from the Walters family. Originally from Boston, Massachusetts, they moved to Huddeen seven years ago looking for a fresh start somewhere. Nowhere was fresher than some nice countryside. Jordan initially hated the move, upset about moving away from the city and his friends. He didn't like how rural Huddeen was in comparison, but eventually he got used to it seeing as he wasn't going to be able to convince his parents to move back. Even years later he still doesn't love the town, but at least it wasn't all bad. He grew to appreciate some parts of it. He and John met in school before they realized they were neighbors, and after they started to become friends their mothers did too. The two of them got to the point that they spent almost every day together as kids, and as teenagers they still hang out almost all of the time. Now Jordan considers John his best friend, and Ms. Walters like an aunt. Jordan was staying with the Walters' when the outbreak started. His mother and father had driven to Boston a few days before to attend a time share presentation, and catch up with some family in the area at the same time. No one has heard back from them since they left. ▅

[Yankee]

A R S È N E
A R S È N E

^{"Frankly I think I wore it better."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ (FC: Tahliah Barnett; Dialogue: Pink) S U M M A R Y S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Ava J. Raffleson _________________________________________________________ 13 May | 26 _________________________________________________________ Female | Ace | Complicated S T A T S S T A T S _________________________________________________________ Height : 5'6 _________________________________________________________ Hair Color : Varies _________________________________________________________ Eye Color : Varies _________________________________________________________ Hometown : New York City, USA T H E M E T H E M E _________________________________________________________ come just a little bit closer 'til we collide -

H I S T O R Y H I S T O R Y ___________________________________________________________________________________ This is your character's backstory. Include information such as family situation, their occupation, and how they got to Calder City. A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S __________________________________________________________________________________ Ava has only one ability, but it's all she needs. With it, she can manipulate the elements, enhance her body to superhuman levels, harness psychic energy, create and destroy. Run faster than a speeding bullet, leap tall buildings in a single bound, and all that jazz. Her power is anything at any given time, provided she has resources available to her; because simply put, her ability is Talent Theft. She can copy the powers and abilities of others that she is exposed to. She only has to see the ability being used in order to replicate the action exactly, but touching another person allows for a much deeper, more complete copying. For example, after watching an artist paint a portrait Ava will be able to paint the exact same piece down to the stroke. If she touches the artist, she has all of their artistic ability and can create anything she likes with the same level of skill. If she watched someone conjure a flame in their hand, she can conjure one too - and if she touches the flame user, she can wield fire as though she was born with the ability. Technically she isn't stealing these powers as their original users still retain them even after she copies them, although it would be pretty interesting if she could somehow tweak her own power to mess with those she takes from. She also cannot keep these abilities indefinitely. Ava likens her power to a sponge: it can hold a surprising amount of water, but eventually it has to be rung out. Normally the copied abilities disappear after sleep (whether natural or knocked out), but she can choose to 'ring herself out' early. The more abilities she holds at once, the worse her recovery period is when she returns to her 'dry' state. P E R S O N A L I T Y P E R S O N A L I T Y __________________________________________________________________________________ What's your character like? Are they introverted? Extroverted? Are they more guarded, or are an open book? M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S __________________________________________________________________________________ Hider *in all seriousness I can PM the GMs with them "True art? When they see you coming and still can't do anything to stop you."

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Game Origin: Genshin Impact

Appearance: Original.

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Personality: A trainee ranger active in Avidya Forest. Behind her enthusiastic words and actions hides a slightly introverted personality.

Background:

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Originally an Eleazar-afflicted victim of Fatui human experimentation, Collei wandered the world as a vagrant until she met Amber in Mondstadt. Since then, Collei has turned her life around, and currently serves as a trainee Forest Ranger in the Avidya Forest.

In the Now:

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Job: Trainee Ranger
Specialty: Ranged applicator, tracking and survival.
Level: 5
Experience: 0/50 ^[x]

Abilities:

• Elemental Sight - N

Skills:

• Supplicant's Bowmanship - N

Weaknesses:

• Eleazar - N

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Currency: Zilch.
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Game Origin: Monster Hunter Stories

Appearance: Original. (Frostfang)

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Job: Monster Rider
Specialty:
Level: 1
Experience: 0/50 ^[x]

Abilities:

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Skills:

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Weaknesses:

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Name: Mash Kyrielight
Game Origin: Fate/Grand Order

Appearance: Original Casual / Armored

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Personality:

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In the Now:

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Job: Demi-Servant Shielder
Specialty:
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10 ^[x]

Abilities:

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Skills:

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Weaknesses:

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Game Origin: Wild Guns Reloaded

Appearance: Original

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Job: Heavy Grenadier
Specialty:
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10 ^[x]

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Weaknesses:

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Lost Numbers Quartermaster

Name: Sagi
Origin: Tear (Recettear) + Oboro (Monster Hunter)
Appearance: A woman with a short, slight build, standing only an inch or two above five feet tall. She has long, silky silver hair which she keeps partially tied in a bun at the back of her head while the rest flows down to her shoulders. Her bangs are slightly longer, framing her smooth face. Her large hooded eyes are also silver though slightly darker in color. Her skin is pale beige, and despite her mostly human looking appearance there isn't a drop of human blood in her heritage. She has a few traits that set her apart, most notably her wings. Always floating behind her are a pair of transparent green wings, which glow slightly. They appear flat with little details besides their vaguely wing-like shape, and at only about half the size of Sagi's body one might assume that they are just for show. She also has pointed ears which jut away from her head and four fingers on each hand, tipped by nails painted purple. Her usual outfit consists of: a slightly flared gray skirt that goes down to her knees with a matching double breasted blazer, dark tights and loafers, a purple cravat that matches the ribbon used to tie her hair bun, a pair of gold rectangle earrings and a red braided rope she uses as a bracelet.

Personality: Sagi's parents were calm people, and her personality developed much the same way. She is straight forward and prefers to gather as much information as possible rather than pass snap judgements. She is friendly with most everyone, maybe even a little too friendly as she treats nearly everyone she meets as though they were a younger sibling, sort of looking down on them without meaning to. She generally keeps her negative feelings to herself, but if they show themselves it is through passive aggression or cold, quiet anger.

Sagi generally gets along with people, but she is also strict in her duties and won't compromise for even her friends. Even her younger half-sister doesn't get special treatment despite how much Sagi cares for her. Sagi is not easily swayed by appeals to emotion, though she enjoys people trying. Finally, Sagi's sense of humor can be rather dark.

In the Now: For the first years of her life Sagi grew up well-adjusted in the World of Light's Forbidden Kingdom. She lived on the second floor of the family's small shop with her parents, learning their trade in between schooling and playing with other local kids. Her father had been a traveling merchant, and her mother the supply middleman he frequently met with. Their romance was a simple, gradual thing, which eventually resulted in settling down and raising their daughter.

When her parents' time limit was up, Sagi was left alone with her parent's shop. She hadn't been surprised by it. She'd seen other people, neighbors and friends, dissolve into ash before. No one ever mentioned or commented on the spontaneous combustion, so Sagi didn't either - until now. Her parents had always told her that those of their race would live long lives, and yet they were gone before her tenth birthday. Why them? Why now? And would it happen to her, too?

Grief had kept Sagi in her family home, and there she remained twenty... thirty... forty years later. She still ran the shop, standing fast at the same location, and thus she noticed something: the ashing always happened. The longest she'd ever seen someone last was a single decade. In the name of getting answers about why it seemed she, alone, was unaffected, she used her ever changing mercantile contacts to retrieve information about it. That was how she eventually learned the "Lost Numbers," connecting with other people like herself that did not turn to dust.

Sagi did not immediately join the group. She had coped with the knowledge well enough and preferred to keep to her simple life, content with just learning the truth. Some years later there was an event that finally pushed her to join the Lost Numbers... and it started with meeting her father again. The last time she'd seen him was as a little girl, and now she looked as old as he did, if not older, since he appeared exactly the same. Though she knew he wouldn't have recognized her even if she hadn't aged. In befriending her father she learned that he had returned to being (or rather, he still was) a traveling merchant and that she had a half-sister out there. Under the guise of a business deal she ended up traveling across the area back to his semi-permanent residence with him to meet her.

What she didn't know was that the time she'd spent audaciously looking into the true nature of the world's inhabitants was about to catch up with her. After arriving at her father's home, her family was attacked with the intent to wipe out the two sisters. With just two civilian targets, whatever Consul ordered the hit did not deign to attend to it themselves. Sagi took her sister, Haruka, and ran while their father and Haruka's mother protected them. They fled until Sagi got into contact with the Lost Numbers again, joining their ranks for her little sister's safety.

Since then, Sagi has done her best to help the cause in her own way. She has served as the quartermaster on the Avenger since the vessel was obtained, which she does gladly.

Job: Stewardess
Specialty: Inventory management and item procurement.
Inventory: Melding Pot, and almost never without a clipboard in hand.

Lv: 5
Abilities:

• Wyverian Melding - An ability passed down through her father's culture, now practiced by Sagi. Although the actual way it works is supposedly secret, melding is basically an advanced form of recycling. By combining different items, Sagi can make entirely new ones. This is normally done with scraps and unwanted things combined to make randomized talismans that grant various boons. It takes quite a lot of items to meld even one talisman, but the more valuable the pieces used to meld, the less of them are needed.

Skills:

• Fairy Flight - Despite appearing to be a spell or magic construct, Sagi's wings are a part of her anatomy. They allow her limited flight, more akin to floating. It helps a lot with checking inventory stacked up high at least.
• Tear's Teachings - Her mother's fairy race is one that is innately talented at administration and management. Combined with Tear's astute attention while growing up, it Sagi made very talented with logistics. She runs a tight ship.
• Longevity - Due to her Wyverian blood, so long as she isn't killed Sagi will be able to live for hundreds of years. She is already older than she looks, having crossed the half-century threshold a while ago.
• Appraisal - Spending a large portion of her life sourcing, buying, and selling items has made Sagi an adept appraiser. Though she cannot intuit the uses of objects she's completely unfamiliar with, she has a lot of experience to draw from and can assess an item's usefulness (and thus monetary value) with a high degree of accuracy. Of course, she does have a Skewed Point of View which sometimes interferes.

Weaknesses:

• Dainty - Her body is physically slight and she isn't very strong, which puts her at a disadvantage against large or powerful creatures. She also has to enlist help moving heavy inventory around.
• Civilian - On top of her small fream, Sagi is not a fighter in general. She's taken a few self defense classes while living in the Forbidden Kingdom, but she is far from combat fit.
• Skewed Point of View - Being a blend of long lived races, yet also being 'mortal' in the World of Light, has had an effect on Sagi's psyche. She tends to be sort of cavalier about the passage of time, some times doing everything in a rush and some times acting like her charges have all the time in the world. She also falls into the trap of appraising and item's usefulness in relation to her experience, so an especially niche item she may evaluate as being useless even if it's a legendary object of some renown.

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[Yankee]

Hider

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_______________________________________________ Demographic Full Name - Nagomu Koyama (小山 和夢) Age - 16 Gender - Male Year - Second Year Club Position - Chuken Personality Tells it Like it Is He isn't one to tell lies, sugar coat, or mince words. He is capable of being tactful when the situation calls for it so he isn't always blunt, but his straight forward way of speaking takes some getting used to. It sometimes leads to situations where he makes others feel embarrassed with his direct criticisms or praise. If one was to ask him something, they should expect an honest answer. Ally of Justice Like most people Nagomu can't stand unfairness. He isn't some hero or vigilante that goes looking for trouble to stop, but he will stick up for complete strangers if something's going on around him. Likewise he is irked by schemers and the two-faced. Private Person Nagomu can hold a conversation well enough, get through awkward small talk and doesn't shy away from giving an opinion when asked, but when it comes to himself he clams up. He rarely if ever talks about himself, his feelings, or his family. His friends (the few he's managed to keep) know bits and pieces, but are happy to shift the topics to school gossip or pop culture. Emotional Time Bomb Bottling everything up inside means that eventually, that bottle will break. Nagomu's most genuine expressions of emotions come in the form of outbursts. They can be violent, as was the situation with his suspension last year, or they can be positive like a declaration of love. Once the "bomb" goes off, it takes a little time for Nagomu to wall off his feelings again.

Physical Description Neither Nagomu's looks nor frame are all that interesting. He is similar in height to his peers, standing at about the average 169cm (5'7"), and his physique is the same as any high school boy in sports. He isn't particularly good or bad looking. His few facial scars, one on the edge of his chin and the other on his cheek bone on the same side, are barely noticeable unless one is looking closely. He rest of him is concealed beneath his school uniform, which is usually buttoned up in accordance with school rules. His eyes, though an unexciting dark brown, are rather intense. The thing that stands out the most about Nagomu is his mop of bleached and dyed hair. It's platinum blonde so light it may as well be white, contrasting his dark eyebrows. Personal Story Nagomu is returning to high school for his second year after having been suspended for the last few months of his first. The situation surrounding the suspension is the subject of a few rumors, but seeing as the other student involved transferred schools and Nagomu himself is tight-lipped about it, the truth remains unknown to all but a seldom few. "Nago-kun," as some of his closer friends and a few affectionate senpai call him, only started practicing kendo in his third year of middle school. Before then he wasn't involved in any after school clubs. He isn't particularly passionate about the sport, nor is he a hidden prodigy. Though he's never told anyone about it, his reason for joining the club is a simple one: to instill self-discipline in himself. Not quite as simple is the reason for wanting to instill this discipline in the first place. It's not to look good on a future resume, practice being around the club's many girls, or fix his slipping grades (though it actually did help a little with the latter). Nagomu's number one pet peeve is being compared to his father, and "disciplined" is that man's antithesis. A drunk, lecher, and gambling addict, Nagomu's father has made his home life unpleasant to say the least. Unpleasant and incredibly chaotic. The household's atmosphere and finances swing back and forth as wildly as the man's mood. Some months they live off of konbini meals and dwindling savings, in others an incredible windfall sees a fully stocked fridge, paid bills, new electronics and appliances to replace the old ones that had to be sold. Some days Nagomu and his mother are lavished with gifts, attention and platitudes, while others they walk on eggshells while the patriarch pretends he has no wife and probably couldn't care less if his son never came home again - might even prefer it that way. The family used to move around a lot to escape various debts, but thankfully they've stayed put for the last couple of years. The stability provided by a steady home and rigid school schedule greatly improved Nagomu's day to day, and picking up a disciplined martial art helped him to feel that he had some control of his life. The repetitive focus of practicing kata calms him. His mother's role in all of this is as his best friend. Unlike her husband she always puts her son first, and helping her out is one of the few reasons Nagomu would miss a club practice. There are a lot of things that his fellow club members don't know about Nagomu, like the fact that he can cook and that he's really bad at English. During his first year cut short he didn't get to know most of them that well, and though he doesn't plan on getting much closer in his second year either, only time will tell how things play out.

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"Just do it. Like always."

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Name:

Koyama Nagomu

Age:

16, Second Year

Appearance:

Neither Nagomu's looks nor frame are all that interesting. He is similar in height to his peers, standing at about the average 169cm (5'7"), and his physique is the same as any high school boy in sports.

He isn't particularly good or bad looking. His few facial scars, one on the edge of his chin and the other on his cheek bone on the same side, are barely noticeable unless one is looking closely. The rest of him is concealed beneath his school uniform, which is usually buttoned up in accordance with school rules.

His eyes, though an unexciting dark brown, are rather intense. The thing that stands out the most about Nagomu is his fluffy mop of bleached and dyed hair. It's platinum blonde so light it may as well be white, contrasting his dark eyebrows.

Personality:

There is a barrier between Nagomu and his peers, a wall he put up himself that ended up plastered with a rather rough reputation. Though he's actually glad to char about most topics, and even has a few pals to joke around with, he will rarely if ever talk about himself. His feelings and his family are also off limits. This makes it hard to be open with others already, but most students - especially in his grade - see him as some kind of violent troublemaker. Just because he usually looks really intense... or got into a scrap or two, or jumped in to defend someone, or said the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person.

There are three major facets to Nagomu's personality that informs how others see him. The first is the way he speaks. Nagomu is not the type to mince words, he is straight forward and tells everything like it is, as he sees it. If one was to ask him something, they should expect an honest answer. That answer can sometimes lead to situations in which people feel embarrassed with his direct criticisms or praise. Or upset with him over an answer they didn't want to hear. If the situation calls for it, his way of being tactful is usually not to speak at all.

The second is the way he acts. Were his personality brighter, one might call him an ally of justice. He finds all kinds of liars, scammers, cheaters, and thugs irksome. He will always call out this kind of activity if he sees it, and will readily stand up to defend even complete strangers in need. Though he doesn't go looking for trouble, it often finds him in one way or another - and he is more than willing to defend himself, too.

The third is how he handles his feelings. That being he doesn't. He isn't a cold person who keeps an emotionless face on (its easy to tell if he's annoyed or in a good mood if anyone bothered to try and look), but more like his emotions are downplayed subconsciously. He bottles everything up, and eventually that bottle will break. Nagomu's most genuine expressions of emotions come in the form of outbursts. They can be violent, as was the situation with his suspension last year, or they can be positive like a declaration of love. Once the "bomb" goes off, it takes a little time for Nagomu to wall off his feelings again.

Bio:

Nagomu's youth could easily be summed up by one word: unstable. It was easy to think that he was an introvert because of his lack of close friends and hobbies, but as a kid it was hard to get invested in thing when you never knew when you'd be wrenched away. His family moved around a lot, jumping from city to city and even province to province - and the reason for these relocations was always Nagomu's father, Koyama Kosuke.

"For new job opportunities," he'd say, but more often than not it was to escape his gambling debt. More than just a gambling addict, the Koyama patriarch was a drunk and lecher that made Nagomu's home life unpleasant to say the least. Unpleasant and incredibly chaotic. The household's atmosphere and finances swung back and forth as wildly as the man's mood. Some months they live off of konbini meals and dwindling savings, in others an incredible windfall saw a fully stocked fridge, paid bills, and new electronics and appliances to replace the old ones that had to be sold. Some days Nagomu and his mother were lavished with gifts, attention and platitudes, while others they walk on eggshells while Kosuke pretended he has no wife and probably couldn't care less if his son never came home again - might even prefer it that way. Needless to say, the older Nagomu got the less patience and respect he had for the man.

Nagomu's mother's role in all of this is as his best friend. Unlike her husband she always puts her son first. They are each other's confidants, and helping her out is one of the few reasons Nagomu would willingly miss a club practice. It's for her sake that Nagomu does his best not to antagonize his father and try to keep the household peaceful when possible. But building stress needed an outlet.

Kendo was that outlet... eventually. The Nagomu before kendo was a bit of a weird one, unwilling to open up to other kids about himself but trying to connect via slightly out of date media. And though his stern expression was intimidating when paired with his dyed hair, he didn't mind helping people out when asked. Delinquents sometimes picked fights with him, and he always obliged them too. It was surprisingly useful for letting off steam.

Kendo came into the picture during his third year of middle school. Though not one to usually involve himself in school clubs, Nagomu was roped into watching a demonstration of the school's small kendo club while they were campaigning for new members. When he ended up signing on, it wasn't entirely on a whim. The discipline and control on display appealed to him something fierce. He kept at it, and though he wasn't a prodigy or secret kendo genius by any means, the sport seemed to be a good fit for him. The consistent kata practice was calming, and the strict rules involved were grounding.

He applied to the nearby Akimitsu Academy specifically for their kendo programs, though with his grades always having been mediocre at best he wasn't exactly optimistic about his chances. Surprisingly though, he was accepted. Of course, his family up and moved before the start of his first year there, making for a fairly long commute by train, but Nagomu decided to make the trek every day instead of choosing another school.

Now he is returning to high school for his second year after having been suspended for the last few months of his first. The situation surrounding the suspension is the subject of a few rumors, but seeing as the other student involved transferred schools and Nagomu himself is tight-lipped about it, the truth remains unknown to all but a seldom few.

Kendo:

Nagomu isn't as experienced with kendo as many other members of the club. At just about one and a half years worth of practicing, he has yet to test for first dan. What he lacks in experience he makes up for in single-minded dedication to the sport. He is often at the dojo longer than his peers, and focuses intently on learning and perfecting each lesson. It may seem that Nagomu is very passionate about kendo due to this behavior, but that isn't really the truth. Sure he likes it well enough, and he's good at it, but he started kendo for a simple, but wholly different reason: to instill self-discipline in himself. For that purpose kendo was perfect, and being a martial art it let him physically de-stress at the same time.

Nagomu's kendo style is extremely conventional. His basics, kata, stances, and the like are some of the most solid in the whole club. Repetition after repetition has driven the "correct" way to move into his body, making his matches more like... math equations. Problems with one solution. "If my opponent moves like that, then I should move like this." This makes Nagomu a strong opponent against those of similar skill level, but weak to the improvisation that more experienced kendoka, or even just unconventional people, employ.

Because of his traditional, steadfast way of kendo he currently serves in the chuken role for the team. His stance is always the basic chudan. Despite his appearance, and perhaps his more basic instincts, he tends to favor a more defensive style. This was developed early on, as not to put too much undue stress on rented or borrowed equipment. Now, it just works. It's very hard to break his posture. Of course he is no slouch in fighting aggressively either, but his by-the-books moves make him a fairly easy read.

Other:

• He started bleaching his hair in middle school after hearing people say he was really starting to resemble his old man. Being compared to "that bum" his one of Nagomu's biggest pet peeves.
• His grades are middling, seeing periods where he consistently scores high or low. The last testing period they started slipping again.
• He is a pretty good cook! Not that he's cooked for any classmates before.
• Color code #FB9F1D

ASTRAEUS: OPERA NOVA

"He chased down the thief that jacked my bike.
No clue how he caught up to it!"

"Astra found my doggie after it got lost!"

"He walked me home when I was scared late one night."

"He subdued four brawling guys wrecking my bar
and then waited on the sidewalk with them until they sobered up."

"He babysat my twins one time, they still ask when he's visiting again!"

"My husband was trapped under a car and Astra lifted it off him!"

"He saved my son from drowning!"

"He was just in time to fight off the guys that broke into our house.
I dunno what would have happened if he hadn't been there."

"A mugger attacked me and my girl in the street,
but Astra showed up and taught him a lesson!"

"That boy ran into my neighbor's burning house!
Pulled out a couple of people that probably would've died if he hadn't."

"When I got separated from my parents,
he sat with me and cheered me up until they found me."

"I'd like to see him become a really popular hero!"

Champion. Idealist.

Astraeus, Opera Nova

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_____________________ "I always liked hearing them on TV, but man - they don't tell you how embarrassing saying a catchphrase can be in real life!" _____________________ Fame Level: 100,001 Concept: A hands-on hero who always gets back up no matter how many times he's knocked down. Agency: Summit Studio Co. One of the oldest talent agencies in Neo-Astraea, a large company that got its start producing stage plays but grew to incorporate movies and hero work when their stars began to shine too brightly to be tied only to one stage. At its height Summit fielded dozens of successful heroes, and though it still holds the image rights to many legacies the company has scaled back in recruiting new talent for a long time now, focusing on maintaining their current brands and producing theater plays and feature length films in contract with non-Summit heroes. That is until the surprise introduction of Astraeus, a once abandoned hero concept recently revived. Some within the company and without hope Astraeus will be the catalyst of Summit's return to creating Neo-Astraea's finest heroes. Others reject this old fashioned hero and await the inevitable failure. So far the divide hasn't led to any major ripples within Summit yet, but only time will tell how the agency's -and their newest talent's- future will go.

Caspian Lagrond, who would prefer if you just called him Cas, has always been a big fan of heroes. Unsurprising, really, growing up in the City of Heroes. Those strong, flashy men and women who stood up to bad guys of all stripes and made Neo-Astraea a safer place every day... What better role models could there be? As a youngster, Cas emulated them and everything they stood for. And then, the opportunity to see them up close. Really see them, not just at one of the many meet and greets Cas made his parents take him to. A villainous attack taking place during a street parade, one that the Lagrond family happened to be attending. A swift response from a hero nearby, dazzling their impromptu audience as they engaged their opponent in battle in front of the many recording cameras. It was exciting, amazing; until the cheers turned to shrieks, and fanfare to fire. For a majority of the city, the event was an unfortunate case of a villain going rogue, lashing out at innocent bystanders. Even to those that had been there, collective belief of the rest of Neo-Astraea's citizens influenced their memories. Only the most grievously affected know the truth: the attending hero's publicity stunt gone horribly wrong. The Lagrond family returned home with one less parent, a daughter robbed of her ability to walk, a chunk of a cash settlement and a signed NDA. Even after that, Cas still loved heroes... though his admiration had changed more to what they represented, rather than how they operated. He still wanted to be a hero, too, but someday when he finally made it he would be a better one than the fakes just seeking fame and fortune. If they spent their time actually helping people instead of playing pretend, then they could prevent real tragedies instead of risking creating them in the first place. From his earliest teenage years, Caspian worked at being an earnest hero. In between classes and shifts at the family shop, he trained and went out helping people whenever he could. It started as rescuing cats from trees or helping neighbors move. As he got older and made a small name for himself in his and nearby neighborhoods it evolved into protecting girls from aggressive pursuers, breaking up fights, and talking situations down before things escalated. He didn't have the resources to truly chase his dream to become a well respected hero whose words couldn't be easily brushed off... but he was content to be an 'indie hero.' At least until the shop started to fail, and that settlement money had long dried up. Then auditions made their way onto Cas' daily schedules, begrudgingly so. But what self-respecting profit focused company would take on an unknown indie hero with no following outside of a few neighborhoods, no gimmick, no marketability? None but the most desperate start ups would, and even those didn't work out. Enter a certain old man, a shop regular who commonly chatted with Cas about their favorite talents and heard the young man out when he complained. A man who longed for the 'old days' of true people's champions, and who on the store's final day handed the aspiring hero a business card and a plot for a return to form for Neo-Astraea's heroes. Who needed niche characters, when one genuinely good hero could pull in numbers with broad appeal? Who needed robots and lasers when the greatest of history's heroes protected people with only their body and defeated evil with only their fists?! ...well, couldn't argue with that. Though their goals didn't entirely line up, Cas wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth especially when his family needed funds. If this was the path to upholding justice, he would take it as far as he could. Maybe he would even get the chance to change this virtue signalling system from the inside. Months of planning, preparation, and promotion have led to this: Cas' imminent debut on his twentieth birthday, reborn as the hubristically named hero Astraeus. Extra Curriculars: Cas is always helping someone or other, whether with something serious or just a simple errand. He has a lot of good word of mouth going for him, but usually forgets to record himself and has to rely on others happening to do it or CCTV much to his agency's chagrin. He is often spotted at community events like clean-ups and food drives; his volunteer work in general is a well known fact about him. He genuinely does like doing meet-and-greets as well. Recently has learned how to make his smile more genuine at company events while trying to network.

Three NPCs

Marcus Kerk, majority share holder of Summit Studio Co. and its prior CEO, though he still holds a great amount of sway within the company. Was a regular at the Lagrond family store. Responsible for sponsoring Caspian, and is betting on Astraeus' success.

Luther Kerk, current COO of the hero work division of Summit Studios Co., a position he definitely did not earn through nepotism. Has a much different vision from his father and Caspian, but is attempting to get Cas to quit rather than going against his father outright.

Gianna Lagrond, Caspian's little sister, two years younger. Independent for the most part. Though she can be a task master, the two are very close and she supports her brother's goals as he supports hers.

ESME: THE VORTEX

"You don't even need to do a deep dive to find all kinds of stuff about her. She's somehow involved in or has an opinion about nearly every piece of drama over the last few years - opinions her followers take as fact. She took down Miss Dovely during a spat with only her vitriol... And a single slap. She single handedly drove Heatman off of social media after tanking his power level with a scathing video message, and the hate campaign still lasted four days after that. She even got Kira-Kira Karin's boyfriend to stray... ruining a three-year long heroic tag team. Then she dumped him a week later! She's strong, you should see the marks she left on him. She's an online entrepreneur credited with several projects and products too, though allegedly she stole from small creators and passed them off as her own work, no one really believes that! At least no one that matters. She pulls whatever she wants towards her and once she grabs onto something she never lets go until it's rendered useless. Now she wants in on this industry. She's already got an online following, so this could be lucrative for us if we play our cards right... Only... Well, we can't really market her as a hero, can we? I mean, she's...

A saboteur. A megalomaniac!"

Esme the Vortex

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"Aww, what a cute little costume.
You know what colors would really look good on you though?
Black and blue ♥"

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Esme Messina has been a spoiled brat for all 23 years of her life. Her mother a socialite, her father a wealthy investment manager, all Esme had to do was point to something and her parents would procure it for her. Nothing was ever outside of her grasp, and she could do no wrong. And she deserved this cushy life, she was better than other people. Everyone around her told her so, after all. That held true all the way up to her high school years (Neo-Astraea's most esteemed private school, of course), when for the first time another girl stood up to her.

Ooh, how stinging, that feeling of being denied, refuted. And ooh, how sublime to see that wretch's face wet with tears when all her 'friends' were convinced to abandon her for their own good. Esme thought about having daddy dearest buy the block that the hovel the girl probably lived in was on and put her on the street, give her something to really cry about, but alas. Esme was not some villain. If she was, why would all of these people still flock to her? Why would family and peers make offerings as though she was a queen? And why would she constantly be told that she was inspiring, influential, and most of all beloved? Surely not all of them were liars.

Throughout her teenage years and early adulthood, Esme has been building her own little empire while living comfortable at her parents' home. Collaborators, supplicants, followers. People that wanted to be with her, and that wanted to be her all drawn into her orbit. Even those that claimed to hate her clicked that little follow button, boosting her numbers regardless. And every time she was at the front of someone's feed, or in the back of their mind, it boosted a certain other number higher and higher. Is infamy any different from fame, when you get down it?

Yet she wanted even more. More money, more power, more fame, more followers! The internet was not enough. The lifestyle of Neo-Astraea's elite wasn't even enough. It was her turn to have her name and face posted up on billboards, in ads, on TV and in movies! And everything that Esme wanted, she got! The fastest way to true super stardom in this city? Hero work, of course. She was already an inspiration to so many, it was only logical to take that next step. Esme could save people - she would let them know the safest place to be was on her side. That one shouldn't strive to reach higher than her for danger of being knocked down. And that if you wanted something hard enough, you could achieve it~! Anyone can become a hero.

Even if you have to bribe, bully, and beguile others to do it.

Agency: IROAS INC.

One of Neo-Astraea's top three heroics companies, with a focus solely on heroes as a business. They raise, sponsor, and manage individual talents, coordinate collaborations with brands and other agencies, adopt (or poach) hero contracts from smaller companies, negotiate merchandise contracts, and have a robust logistics operations department. Since conception IROAS has been unafraid to take risks as a business, which has worked out for them for the most part. They are taking a gamble once again on Esme with a project to see how high a character like her can rise, whether as a... 'unique' heroine, or a true villainess. Probably the latter. Failing that, maybe the many #icanfixher comments they receive will work someday.

Fame Level: 551,850

Concept: A dark siren whose reach is inescapable, for good or for ill.

Extra Curriculars:

• Has prolific accounts on Twipper, TipTop and Instapram where she posts photos, threads, and comments about anything and everything. Gets a wild number of impressions on her posts.
• Also regularly goes live to speak her thoughts aloud day and night, drawing thousands of viewers everytime.
• Has multiple product sponsors and posts demo videos on her accounts, as well as critical videos about brands that don't pay her off. Or that she just genuinely doesn't like. ...and people she doesn't like.
• Her own brand, simply called 'By Esme,' produces anything that happens to catch her eye. She sells online and despite the multiple accusations of using dropshippers and stealing designs from small creators, the brand still does fairly well.
• She attends classy functions that her family is invited to every now and then. More often she can be found at less classy parties in Neo-Astraea's high rises.

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"...hm? I was supposed to say 'black and white stripes'?
Oh well, I was just being honest~!"

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Three NPCs

Aaron Andrews, recently assigned as fresh talent Esme's manager/agent and currently questioning his career choices.

Anastasia Vinilouton, a catty heiress to her family's fashion brand company and Esme's oldest friend.

Cyrus Basile, reply guy and on-again off-again stalker. Entertaining for a few days after evading his block, but always destined to be banished from Esme's pages once more (or sent back to the hospital if he gets too bold).

[Yankee]

ITINER

D A N Y L
D A N Y L

^{“ I learned the easiest way to stop something from hurting is to cut it out of you. ”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ Danyl Feytin is an archetypal rogue. He grew up on the slimmer side and favors practical dark colored clothing. The mark of his guild is tattooed on his spine where neck meets shoulder, and a simple patch covers the area where his left eye would be. Despite only having the one, lack of depth perception isn't a weakness of his so long as he is focusing (early mornings are the worst for it). He is dexterous, skilled with his hands, and learned all the simple magic tricks that would have delighted the friends from his childhood. He knows his way around a few types of blades, and though fist fighting isn't his forte he can throw a mean punch. Take one too. He justifies his life as a thief, working among men that have much more storied rap sheets than him, by telling himself that his parents would prefer him like this rather than in a grave beside them. Still, shame lingers. His psyche, fractured by childhood trauma, colors his relationship with both possessions and people. He tends not to keep much of anything for fear of growing attached and then losing it. He tries to keep others at a distance, never close enough that it would hurt when they inevitably left. But people are harder not to get attached to, and harder to just give away, as it were. It's impossible for him to completely close his heart off, though not for lack of trying. The ghost of the boy he used to be must be buried somewhere within him. Danyl is rough around the edges, but hard working and generally trustworthy despite his profession. He often tells people he's "a thief, not a spy," when they give him shit about his very obvious lying tell. With no real outlet for his anger he'd gained a bit of a temper as he aged, and though he isn't quick to violence he certainly doesn't shy away from it. The fire never really left him that day, its coals remained in his chest until he was old enough to stoke the flame and develop a hell of a want for vengeance. For Danyl, there is no moving forward from his past until he can cut out the part of him that hurts. Obviously cutting his heart out would kill him, so he has to remove the next best thing: the bandits that caused the pain in the first place.

C H I L D H O O D I N A R D E N F E L D C H I L D H O O D I N A R D E N F E L D _______________________________________________________________________________________________ The Feytin family was a peaceful and happy one. Town grocers; a thickly built husband, a plump and vibrant wife, and three healthy children with one more on the way. They lived in a large home that was always in need of some kind of repair, with an even larger garden that the whole household tended to. The patriarch held friendships far and wide through his dealings with merchants, and proof of his bonds filled the family home in the form of knick knacks and tapestry that enchanted his wife and children. It was a well loved and well lived in homestead, nestled deep in the hamlet of Ardenfeld. Danyl was the family's middle child, affectionately called "Danny" by pretty much the entire town. He spent his youth happily gathering other children together and regaling them with tales of places far outside of their little village; his father's stories, with some fun embellishments of his own. He fancied himself mature beyond his years, but he still giggled when someone ruffled his hair. He loved spending time with Mary, exploring and showing off for her. Enjoyed every argument he had with Lyndii about whether something was true or not, and making up afterward over snacks. Was always elated when Shysca from across the way was invited to visit, too young then to realize his elder brother had a crush on her. After a rocky start that involved more than a few bruises he'd even befriended the girl Teth, as close with her as any other in the village. In those days he wanted for nothing... L I F E A T T H E O R P H A N A G E L I F E A T T H E O R P H A N A G E _______________________________________________________________________________________________ For a long time after the fire, Danyl wished that he had burned up too. He was a boy of nine years when he arrived at the orphanage, his once vibrant personality suffocated by grief. Life in Sarinan could have been worse, but for children ripped from their homes and families and suddenly thrust into an unfamiliar city and made to live with unfamiliar people, it was a whole lot of awful. The only thing that kept Danyl from complete despair was the company of his friends and fellow survivors. In the early days of the orphanage they looked out for each other. They encouraged each other. They were each others' shoulder to cry on, some more than others. And they would always have each other. Until they didn't. One by one the Ardenfeld children left. Even though they'd promised each other that wherever they might go they would meet again at that town, Danyl felt his heart crumple more with every departure. Teth was the last, and when she asked if he remembered their promise he knew she'd leave him too. By the next night Danyl was the only one them still at the orphanage. Everything that had remained of his previous life was gone. That he never fled wasn't surprising; he was not as brave or strong as some of the other kids. That he was never adopted was to be expected; no one wanted to take in a child that had something wrong with them. During the walk to Sarinan and in the subsequent confusion of the establishment taking on so many new kids at once, the injury he'd taken during the fire had gotten worse. His left eye had been punctured, and by the time healers had gotten around to taking a look it was too late to repair it. His vision had gone completely during the five years he spent at the orphanage. When he was released into the streets of Sarinan with no where to go and no possessions to his name he was a teenager, angry and emotional. He'd gotten over his want to join his family in the next world knew now if he didn't live on in spite of everything, then his family died for nothing. So he did live, scraping by begging in the streets of Sarinan. O N W A R D: A N E W P A T H O N W A R D: A N E W P A T H _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Months after Danyl began roughing it as a street urchin, one of his father's merchant friends passed through town. The man had no plan to look after the boy, but he could at least give Danyl a ride to the capital city where surely opportunity awaited. That opportunity, it turned out, was being picked up by a thieves' guild. They called themselves Palla Orchids, a slightly facetious name, and they fancied themselves as 'noble thieves' stealing only from those that could afford to lose. Their captain was a man named Victor Mason who took the starving boy in. On a whim, he'd said, after the most amusing look on Danyl's face when he pointed out to the kid that pick-pocketing would fetch more coin than relying on charity. The Orchids' base was more like a criminal hostel than anything. It was hardly a home. The Orchids themselves were certainly not a family, but for most of them this place and these people were all they had. It bred a certain loyalty in them, and the same went for Danyl. With some polish Danyl made a decent thief and burglar. Decent scrapper too, after Victor and some of the other men taught him how to fight. Early on he was deeply ashamed of what he'd become. It was immediately apparent that the guild did not adhere to its noble tenets - but they were taking money and trinkets, not lives or homes. Nothing compared what their targets could be losing. Living there, being with the guild, was a whole lot easier and safer than trying to make it on his own. There, he wasn't greeted with pity or disgust. They traded jokes with him. They called him Danny. He never considered Victor as a surrogate father, but eventually he looked up to the man like one. And he'd always been so damn eager to please. He spent five more years there in Pallaviel, honing his skill. It wasn't much, but it was life. He became a lieutenant in the guild for his as of yet unfailing service, concerning himself only with providing for the guild, keeping himself alive, and keeping his ear to the ground for any leads about a certain bandit group. He fulfilled the captain's every command, whether it was doing the jobs no one else wanted or chasing down deserters before they left the city. Day to day duties kept painful memories at bay on the good days, but they stubbornly clung to him. On the tenth anniversary of the fire, Danyl requested leave, prepared a small pack, and set out for what had once been home. His heart had been hurting all these years, and it was time to cut some of the pain away. He didn't expect any of the friends from back then to remember their promise. When they inevitably didn't show up he would be able to let them go for good.

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Wardens first draft

A S H R A F
A S H R A F

^{“Remember me! The man whose resolve burns hotter than the desert!”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ As the oldest child in his family, Ashraf In'nalai has certain responsibilities he must take on. Upholding the reputation of his clan of artisans and minor merchants is one such responsibility, which he feels he is already in danger of failing. Two years ago, Ashraf failed his trial to become an initiate warden. Now he returns to Atutania to correct that embarrassment, success the only option in his mind. Age: 18 Race: Human Nationality: Hahral Weapon of Choice: Spear and Javelin Elemental Affinity: Fire Spiritual Affinity: Light ♫ ♪

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, Ashraf made the journey across the Sands of Hahral to the city of Atutania with ambitions to become a Warden of the Glade. He traveled with food, clothes, and a sword he was good enough to use for self defense. What he did not bring with him was any desire to protect the realm or its citizens, his goal driven only by self interest. Maybe that was the reason he failed his trial, miserably so. Beaten and humiliated, Ashraf returned home to Akoth where his family welcomed him with open arms. Somehow it was that which hurt the most, finding that the only person disappointed in him was himself. The only reason Ashraf had ventured out to become a knight in the first place was to gain some status on behalf of the In'nalai. They were an old family in the Triumvirate, one of skilled glass makers and blowers who had practiced their trade since before Akoth's establishment. They had always been a small family, both in size and influence, forced to get into the mercantile business in order not to be taken advantage of by larger, wealthier clans. Ashraf would eventually take over as head of the family, and though he was one of the most talented in it at their artisanal craft, he was inept at the business side of affairs for the most part. He learned much better with his hands, rather than through lecture or literature, and unfortunately economics was not something he could hold. Seeing as his father was still hale and had quite a few more years left in him until retirement, Ashraf conceived of a plan to strengthen the family's standing when he inevitably took over even if his mercantile skills weren't up to snuff: a career as one of the realm's knights. It would offer the In'nalai many advantages: prove the next head of the clan a man of valor and strength, instill the thought that the family was skilled not just in their trade but in battle as well, and gain the prestige of the wardens to make any unscrupulous merchant or noble thing twice before messing with them. Not to mention that during the time Ashraf planned to spend in knighthood, his father could use 'to teach his younger sisters the business side of things instead of wasting time trying to instill it in his dense son' (Ashraf's words). Having vowed to return to the wardens and get them to recognize him, Ashraf poured all his time and effort into improving himself. His martial arts training was intense but necessary, though putting himself into the mindset of a protector was still hard for him. Over the years he worked, taking his goal much more seriously this time, and whenever he needed to cool down from warden training he threw himself into the heat of the family's glass furnace. At eighteen he felt he was ready to try again, and once more set foot on the road from Akoth to Atutania. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Artistic ⬗ Focused ⬗ Passionate ⬗ Prideful ⬗ Responsible ⬗ Unforgiving A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Already familiar with the length and heft of a blowpipe, Ashraf swapped out his sword for a spear and never looked back. Though he found himself no good in the Hahral tradition of archery, he did have good aim in general, and when combined with his excellent hand eye coordination throwing said spear was something he excelled at. Even if not the most physically imposing man, Ashraf's training as honed his body in strength and flexibility, and his trade made him adaptable. Now he is fairly adept with using a spear and javelin, though it must be said he's never had to actually use it in a fight with serious consequence. He has high heat tolerance, high lung capacity, and a strong work ethic. He is also very good with his hands. Writing, drawing, whittling, and other such hobbies are within his means to master. And of course he is a master at blowing and shaping glass for both practical and artistic uses. He is a tactile learner and can quickly pick up almost anything one needs dexterity for. His mother often said that he had some kind of eidetic memory, only with his hands instead of his eyes. As of now, he has not awakened to his magical abilities.

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twifate : arcwhis

K A Z U Ø
K A Z U Ø

^{国定 和生}

^“Quote”

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Something happened to Kunisada Kazuo. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's spent the rest of his life so far just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Age: 16 Fate: The Tøwer Trope: School Idol/Social Pariah Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED] _________________________________________________________ ‹ ♫ The Seed › ‹ ♫ No Rain, No Flowers ›

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Careful? ⬗ Observant ⬗ Superstitious? ⬗ Trait ⬗ Trait ⬗ Reticent A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ A description indicating a character's awakened magical aptitude so I know if its balanced for play. We will be fighting insane alters, cosmic eldritch horrors, and other strange stuff. Think medium-to-high power for scaling.

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The Tower/The Lightning/The House of God
Upright: sudden upheaval, broken pride, disaster/
Misery, distress, indigence, adversity, calamity, disgrace, deception, ruin/
Chaos, destruction, trauma, unexpected change, loss, tragedy, revelations, confusion, pain, divorce, abuse, violence, bankruptcy, natural disasters/
Reversed: disaster avoided, delayed disaster, fear of suffering/
Negligence, absence, distribution, carelessness, distraction, apathy, nullity, vanity/
Resisting change, averting disaster, avoiding tragedy, delaying the inevitable, avoiding loss

"The Tower symbolizes the need for things to be built on solid foundations. The doom, destruction, sorrow and pain portrayed in the card is what happens when things fall apart."
"When the tower appears it means a change is coming. Illusions are being stripped away. People are going to reveal their true selves. All the stress and angst of keeping things from falling apart is over because it’s all going to fall. When the tower has passed (-> The Star), everything in your life is as it should be"

Motif/abilities should invoke comets

"Comets, in their spiritual context, are seen as heralds of profound change, signaling the end of one phase and the beginning of another in our lives."
"In various cultures, comets have been associated with both positive and negative symbolism, often signifying significant change or disruption in the natural world or human affairs. Comets are sometimes viewed as harbingers of doom or disaster, while other interpretations suggest they are messengers of the gods or celestial events foretelling important occurrences."

Unless someone chooses The Star of course, although The Tower and The Star are neighbors and closely related, so perhaps it would be cool to have a "star-like" theme for The Tower, and vice versa ?

Otherwise will just do lightning. The name of the card is literally "lightning" in some decks after all. While fire represents both destruction and creation, a concept I very much like in characters, lightning can be much the same: destruction, transformation, power, energy. Also loosely divinity, illumination. Although a very broad "weather" element sounds fun probably a bit too much. So Lightning/"Comet". Maybe "Storm" could work as an element? ...or just stick with lightning. Lightning element should also include thunder, for sound waves, big booms, general stuff like that. Also to lean more into Tower I like sort of a self destructive theme? Like for example if lightning, the abilities cause some kind of pain or backfiring once used, or super charged state takes a very heavy toll or something.

Name options:
Kazuo (和生, peaceful life)
Kousei (孝星, mourning star)
Keito (彗人, comet person)

Surname options? Kunisada, Kaida, maybe go with like Kouseida even if it isn't normally a name?

Alternate color scheme below, green -> purple. Green was because I liked it and can symbolize rebirth after tragedy (but then again that is also leaning more towards The Star). Also could be a minor "envy" thing in regards to the lives of others. Purple is power, divinity, lighting, and the color of hyacinths.

Alt. Color

K A Z U Ø
K A Z U Ø

^{国定 和生}

^{“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for... absolution, I guess...”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Something happened to Kunisada Kazuo. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's spent the rest of his life so far just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Age: 16 Fate: The Tøwer Trope: School Idol/Social Pariah Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED] _________________________________________________________ ‹ ♫ The Seed › ‹ ♫ No Rain, No Flowers ›

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Careful? ⬗ Observant ⬗ Superstitious? ⬗ Trait ⬗ Trait ⬗ Reticent A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ A description indicating a character's awakened magical aptitude so I know if its balanced for play. We will be fighting insane alters, cosmic eldritch horrors, and other strange stuff. Think medium-to-high power for scaling.

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Overall, given that "fate and destiny" are important themes, Kazuo (probably sticking with that given name) believes that it is his "fate" to suffer (and/or die). The tragic, traumatic event from his past that shocked his hair white triggers, in his mind, a kind of "Final Destination" style vibe that haunts his life. Depending on the student archetype he ends up with, the disastrous coincidences will either affect himself (Social Pariah) or those around him (School Idol). Either, self destructive tendencies will be part of the chara. As far as character progression, he should eventually come to form bonds worth surviving for. I once again go back to the arcana order in which The Tower leads into The Star, so if no one takes The Star I will lean very much into the "rebuilding after disaster" theme of these two cards together. Alone as just The Tower it still works, as The Tower's rebuilding only to fall again is the cycle of Kazuo's life, and with the bonds formed over the course of the story, it would be making a solid enough tower that it won't fall.

"distancing oneself from love, isolation vs compassion" - heart pairing

"Driven by isolation, pessimism and denial, human characters of the Tower Arcana are typically arrogant and introverted, isolated somewhat of their own volition but in part because of treatment from others around them. They are never immediately receptive to the protagonist, requiring some way of proving themselves before talking with them. The harshness of reality gets to them, forcing them to face their feelings. The protagonist's bond with them gives them the courage and understanding to break out of their isolation and establish more relationships with others."

first draft CS for real

K A Z U Ø
K A Z U Ø

^{国定 和生}

^{“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for... absolution, I guess...”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Something happened to Kunisada Kazuo. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it will drop. He can feel it. If he's lucky it will be on his terms when it does. Until then, he's making the most of his life. Age: 16 Fate: The Tøwer Trope: School Idol Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED] _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ "I'm glad it wasn't me." Kazuo knew as soon as he'd said it that it had been a mistake. His grandparents looked mortified and his father had gone green in the face. He was scolded for his words, too young then not to think he was being scolded for the thought itself. He didn't say it again, but not being spoken aloud didn't erase the feeling. Nor the growing shame that accompanied it. It was hard trying to process his own feelings and those of others in the aftermath. Further out from it too. There was an appropriate level of sadness and grief; showing too much or too little was a cause for concern. These levels changed when who it was being shown to was taken into consideration as well. It was quite exhausting to keep track of the web of friends, family, and professionals, and what to say to whom. He messed up more than once. "Should it have been me?" When he echoed the sentiment he'd heard others murmur after the next accident, Kazuo's father had pulled him into such a tight embrace that he thought he might end up with another snapped bone. Never say that, the man told him, and Kazuo obliged. He was a little older now, better at deducing what people wanted to hear and telling it to them. What they didn't want to hear and keeping his mouth shut. And he was pretty sure he was really starting to grasp what everyone expected of him. He was meant to carry this sorrow for the rest of his life. But he didn't want to. ____________________________________________________________________________ Kazuo doesn't like living in Hiroshima. He didn't like the last place they lived in either. He much preferred the quieter Tottori, the modest house and happy family he had in that town, but... well. He knew they could never go back there. Even if his dad hadn't said as much when they first moved, when Kazuo's dark hair had already almost all blanched into white, he knew. That said, Hashiguchi High isn't all bad. He'd ended up with a lot of... friends. Or people that seemed to like him, at any rate. As a transfer student, especially a good looking one, others had been quick to flock to him. He was smart and athletic, and had an endearingly nurturing side as evidenced by his participation in the school's gardening club that contrasted the more cool, aloof side of him that people normally saw. There was an almost mysterious air about him that drew the interest of girls, and yet an apparent fearlessness that earned the respect of boys when he took on any and every class dare. He's popular with everyone, fairly easy to talk to despite the naturally formed distance between himself and his peers. But it's only a matter of time, Kazuo knows, before something else happens. Before he messes up again. When he says something he shouldn't, shows something he shouldn't, remembers something he's supposed to pretend he doesn't. When keeping track of who to be and when becomes less important than just enjoying himself, and guilt wells up, and Self-Destructive Kazuo shows up when it should have been Student Kazuo or Friend Kazuo or Caring Son Kazuo. It was a matter of time, but it wasn't now. Right now he's subbing in on Hashiguchi's soccer team and gently letting a girl who'd asked him out down. Right now he's letting himself be treated to a meal and then sneaking into a movie. Right now he's leaping into rivers and growing hyacinths in the school's garden. Right now, he's okay. And if his hands still trembled at every peal of thunder, if his heart trembled at the thought of staring into the flame in his memory, if he planted his feet and remained stuck between moving on and never rebuilding... well. That was no one's business but his own. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Reckless ⬗ Observant ⬗ Selfish ⬗ Trait ⬗ Trait ⬗ Reticent > Grateful? Contrite? Placating? Maybe some good traits lmao? A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ [LOCKED]

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arcwhis 2nd draft

K A Z U Ø
K A Z U Ø

^{国定 和生}

^{“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for... absolution, I guess...”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Something happened to Kunisada Kazuo. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it will drop. He can feel it. If he's lucky it will be on his terms when it does. Until then, making the most of his life. Or, perhaps, testing the limits of his borrowed time. Age: 16 Fate: The Tøwer Trope: School Idol Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED] _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ "I'm glad it wasn't me." Kazuo knew as soon as he'd said it that it had been a mistake. His grandparents looked mortified and his father had gone green in the face. He was scolded for his words, too young then not to think he was being scolded for the thought itself. He didn't say it again, but not being spoken aloud didn't erase the feeling. Nor the growing shame that accompanied it. It was hard trying to process his own feelings and those of others in the aftermath. Further out from it too. There was an appropriate level of sadness and grief; showing too much or too little was a cause for concern. These levels changed when who it was being shown to was taken into consideration as well. It was quite exhausting to keep track of the web of friends, family, and professionals, and what to say to whom. He messed up more than once. "Should it have been me?" When he echoed the sentiment he'd heard others murmur after the next accident, Kazuo's father had pulled him into such a tight embrace that he thought he might end up with another snapped bone. Never say that, the man told him, and Kazuo obliged. He was a little older now, better at deducing what people wanted to hear and telling it to them. What they didn't want to hear and keeping his mouth shut. And he was pretty sure he was really starting to grasp what everyone expected of him. He was meant to carry this sorrow for the rest of his life. But he didn't want to. ____________________________________________________________________________ Kazuo doesn't like living in Hiroshima. He didn't like the last place they lived in either. He much preferred the quieter Tottori, the modest house and happy family he had in that town, but... well. He knew they could never go back there. Even if his dad hadn't said as much when they first moved, when Kazuo's dark hair had already almost all blanched into white, he knew. That said, Hashiguchi High isn't all bad. He'd ended up with a lot of... friends. Or people that seemed to like him, at any rate. As a transfer student, especially a good looking one, others had been quick to flock to him. He was smart and athletic, and had an endearingly nurturing side as evidenced by his participation in the school's gardening club that contrasted the more cool, aloof side of him that people normally saw. There was an almost mysterious air about him that drew the interest of girls, and yet an apparent fearlessness that earned the respect of boys when he took on any and every class dare. He's popular with everyone, fairly easy to talk to despite the naturally formed distance between himself and his peers. But it's only a matter of time, Kazuo knows, before something else happens. Before he messes up again. When he says something he shouldn't, shows something he shouldn't, remembers something he's supposed to pretend he doesn't. When keeping track of who to be and when becomes less important than just enjoying himself, and guilt wells up, and Self-Destructive Kazuo shows up when it should have been Student Kazuo or Friend Kazuo or Caring Son Kazuo. It was a matter of time, but it wasn't now. Right now he's subbing in on Hashiguchi's soccer team and gently letting a girl who'd asked him out down. Right now he's letting himself be treated to a meal and then sneaking into a movie. Right now he's leaping into rivers and growing hyacinths in the school's garden. Right now, he's okay. And if his hands still trembled at every peal of thunder, if his heart trembled at the thought of staring into the flame in his memory, if he planted his feet and remained stuck between moving on and never rebuilding... well. That was no one's business but his own. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Reckless ⬗ Observant ⬗ Selfish ⬗ Trait ⬗ Trait ⬗ Reticent > Grateful? Contrite? Placating? Glib? Maybe some good traits lmao? A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ [LOCKED]

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another one

K A Z U Ø
K A Z U Ø

^{国定 和生}

^{“I don't really know what it is I'm looking for. At all. But it's not like anyone else does either.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Something happened to Kunisada Kazuo. Something that he doesn't talk about. Something bad. Something that maybe he shouldn't have survived. Since then, he's just been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it will drop. He can feel it. If he's lucky it will be on his terms when it does. Until then, he's making the most of his life. Or, perhaps, testing the limits of his borrowed time. Age: 16 Fate: The Tøwer Trope: School Idol Awakened Weapon: [LOCKED] Elemental Affinity: [LOCKED] _________________________________________________________ ‹ ♫ ›

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ "I'm glad it wasn't me." Kazuo knew as soon as he'd said it that it had been a mistake. His grandparents looked mortified and his father had gone green in the face. He was scolded for his words, too young then not to think he was being scolded for the thought itself. He didn't say it again, but keeping it to himself did not erase the feeling, nor the learned shame that accompanied it. It was hard trying to process his own feelings and those of others in the aftermath. There was an appropriate level of sadness and grief; showing too much or too little was a cause for concern, and the level changed when who it was being shown to was taken into consideration. There were suddenly a lot more people in his life too, many more than what he'd lost. It was exhausting, keeping track of the tangle of friends, neighbors, family, and professionals - learning what to say to whom and when to say it. It was suffocating, feeling eyes on him all the time, trying to gauge how okay he was or looking at him with a new air of wariness when his dark hair began to pale. He knew he messed up more than once, but he was getting older, better at reading people, at deducing what they wanted to hear and telling it to them. That was why he was pretty sure he wasn't imagining what everyone, from those that whispered he was unlucky to even his father, expected of him. He didn't want to be made to carry sorrow around for the rest of his life, but he could pretend. He was getting pretty good at it—and it would only get easier. Kazuo didn't like living in Hiroshima. He much preferred the quieter Tottori, the modest house and happy family he had in that town, but... well. He knew they could never go back there. Even if his dad hadn't said as much when they first moved, he knew. The man had said a change would be good for him, but honestly Kazuo thought it was more for his dad's own sake than anything else. Regardless, he was no longer surrounded by so many people that looked at him with expectation or pity. Hashiguchi High wasn't all bad, there were new people and new patterns to learn, but he was more equipped to deal with it. Now, instead of undoing a tangled mess of threads, he maintained a curated web of relationships in his new setting. As a transfer student in his first year, especially a good looking one, his peers had been quick to flock to him. On top of that he was smart and athletic, with an endearingly nurturing side as evidenced by his participation in the school's gardening club. Kazuo had learned how to make himself superficially easy to talk to a long time ago and yet he was not above joining in on some mean-spirited teasing, both of which helped cement his status in the school's hierarchy by his second year. Learning how to keep in someone's good graces meant he could just as easily get under their skin, and if he had to tear others down to build himself up, he would. There were a lot of benefits to keeping himself well liked, after all, and he'd ended up with a lot of people that seemed to like him. More than anything though it was his apparent fearlessness that earned the respect of his classmates. In social matters and physical challenges both, Kazuo never backed down. He took on any and every class dare and performed increasingly risky stunts. He did it for himself, not them; looking cool in front of his peers was really just a fortunate side-effect. Kazuo liked when pulling breath was a little achy, needed to hear his own pulse pound in his ears, all so that he could prove something unspoken to himself. He knew it was only a matter of time before something happened again. Before some part of him he was supposed to pretend wasn't there showed through, or he lost track of who to be and when. It was a matter of time, but it wasn't now. Right now he's subbing in one of Hashiguchi's sports teams and gently letting a girl who'd asked him out down. Right now he's leaping into rivers and growing hyacinths in the school's garden. Right now he's pushing down guilt and enjoying his life as Hashiguchi's fearless star. ...and if his hands still trembled at every peal of thunder, if his heart trembled at the thought of staring into the flame in his memory, remaining stuck between never rebuilding and moving on... well. That was no one's business but his own. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Reckless ⬗ Savvy ⬗ Selfish ⬗ Contrite ⬗ Sentimental ⬗ Pessimistic A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ [LOCKED]

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Cade Sinclair: Svalinn

Basic Information

Name: Cade Sinclair
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Appearance (Before Awakening):
A fair-skinned, lightly freckled young man with an athletic body type built through sports like wrestling and soccer, as well as stolen gym time. He stood about 5'10 (but told people he was 6'), with deep brown eyes and a mop of red hair. His style mostly consisted of shorts, hoodies and athletic wear, though with a surprisingly stylish bent when he can afford it.

Appearance (After Awakening): (In full)
His hair and skin grew slightly paler, duller (save for a bold streak of new color), while his eyes turned a bright, ethereal icy blue. When he goes full throttle it's almost like halos of light form around these eyes, sun through ice.

His body filled out more, he became a little broader, and patterns took shape on his skin. These curling, cold to the touch, angular feathered designs take up the entirety of his back, tapering off as they reach down his hips, his biceps where they crest over his shoulders, and his hair line as they crawl up and around the nape of his neck. At first glance they might appear to be bright white tattoos, but with a closer look it easily becomes apparent that it's a layer of frost embedded in his skin that at times grows or contracts a little but never disappears.

He also grew a little taller, though to his dismay still hasn't broken 6'. Still lies about it. His sense of style hasn't changed much, though he now always dresses more warmly. Like gloves and thermals throughout the year warmly.

Awakening Details

Vision: "Can you save even these people?"

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and would ever see. She stepped towards the shallows framed by a bright sun and rippling golden grass, ice peaked cliffs and warm fertile volcanic soil. She raised her left hand from the water which shimmered with silvery light. She raised her right hand which rippled with reddish heat. She held out the left, an invitation and a challenge. She held out the right, and her eyes suddenly flickered to the space at Cade's side. He looked too, eyes widening in shock.

"Oh my, this is unusual..."

Rank: 1st...?

Summoned Weapon

• Svalinn - Nordic Myth

Lore & Power

Origin Story: The shivering shield of the goddess Sól which hangs in the sky before the sun in Norse mythos. It protects the earth as a whole, allowing humanity to withstand the sun's rays. If it should ever fall, as told by Odin, the entire planet would burn.

Relative Strength: ★★★★★★★✩✩✩
A myth with old, deep roots, concerning the protection of all creation... but in reality it has left the minds of most people and has been overshadowed by more contemporary legends.

Manifestation:
A massive circular iron shield, just over 4' in diameter. It is absolutely as heavy as it looks, though for Cade it might as well be just a big frisbee... since it floats, moving in tune to his will. When manifested but at rest, it hovers at his back. It is slightly concave, and on its face are concentric circles that radiate out from the center where a bubbly depiction of a sun is etched. Within each ring various runes are deeply carved, growing more numerous and elaborate as they reach the final ring on the shield's edge. When Svalinn's chilling magic is used the runes glow by stages according to its output, though even when not actively in use it is so cold to the touch that it can affect the air around it. It also affects Cade himself: he can wield the weapon perfectly fine alone, but if his sister isn't around to thermoregulate him then his frost layer builds up, slowing him down and otherwise negatively affecting his body.

Attributes

• Might: ★★★✩✩
  Already fairly strong as an athlete and vigilante, his Awakening just kicked it up a notch. His weapon is no sword of destruction, but getting domed with a two ton slab of iron still really hurts.
• Agility: ★★✩✩✩
  Not having to worry about lugging said two tons around means his speed doesn't suffer, and the shield is decently swift as it moves. Not the speediest, but good reflexes.
• Endurance: ★★★✩✩
  It's not like Cade has tested it (lies, he totally has), but Svalinn is practically indestructible. Cade himself is not, though Awakening has made him a lot tougher in general.
• Presence: ★★✩✩✩
  He has a strong will, but that's about all he has. It's through his willpower that he forces out his confidence and heroism. He's still working on everything else.
• Instinct: ★★✩✩✩
  A honed intuition since childhood with some experience in getting into fist fights, his instinct is higher than a newly Awakened but far still from that of a trained combatant. He'll get there, though.
• Resonance: ★★★✩✩
  Cade was meant to be a 2nd Rank, with two weapons that would balance each other out and a strong potential for growth. He still has that potential even with only Svalinn, and his resonance level means his side effects are not as pronounced as a certain someone else's.

Guild Information

Heroic Alias: 'Svalinn'
Guild Assessment Result: --
Affiliation: If there is one good thing that the mega-corps have done for the world, it is the creation of the guilds. Though its only been a year, Cade has seen their positive impact for himself. Add the fact that they're the only real way make use of his power without risk of being slapped with a criminal charge or lawsuit and it means that Cade is essentially all-in on guild work, even if their sponsors are suspect to say the least. The Order of the Lake claims to be different, but though Cade is relatively loyal to it he isn't dumb enough to trust said claim at face value.

Background

Personality:
Cade is competitive, critical, and confrontational. He has none of the charm one might expect from a traditional hero, but god damn if he doesn't pretend that he does. He attempts to come off as someone with a cooler head than he has, but needless to say he does a poor job of it. He likens himself to a leader but is the type to unintentionally sabotage others in the field by always going to grab the spotlight. He thinks he is better than everyone else. Scratch that - he is better. He has to be, because if he isn't then what's the point?

For a guy who's awakened weapon is a giant shield meant to protect people, it's sort of funny that there's probably a big does not play well with others notice stamped across his guild file. Hopefully they were nice and wrote teamwork needs improvement instead. Since he lacks true charisma his cocky attitude often rubs people the wrong way, especially if they're able to tell that his self-confidence is rather forced. His cheeky grin just a little too tight. It does not come easily to him, but then again, nothing ever did.

To say that Cade is emotionally closed off would be correct. He is not as trusting as his sister, and not as friendly either (he tries, sometimes). He grew up with a lot of hidden frustrations that he had no outlet for, artistic or otherwise, and he still harbors some of them. There is one person who he can never seem to hide even the smallest thing from, but he tries not to rely on her too much. He doesn't want -doesn't need- to rely on anyone. Because they should be relying on him.

Despite all of the evidence pointing towards a conclusion that Cade is abrasive at best and an asshole at worst, he is trustworthy and responsible enough that even strangers can, in fact, rely on him. To be useful, needed, and important to people are desires he holds in his heart even if at times he doesn't directly acknowledge them. He hates to see people hurting and tends to shoulder any and every burden himself. It may prove difficult, but over time it might be possible for his teammates to see the softer, caring, more playful side to him that he normally only shows to people he loves.

On Awakening:
It's been a couple months since Cade awakened. He actually finds it pretty sweet. Now his path is decided for him, or... more like a role he was destined for has finally appeared. Even though the other half of his Awakening was interrupted, and now he's always just a little cold at minimum even when he isn't using Svalinn, and his body gets tense, stiff, and wracked with shivers in the aftermath when he does if he wasn't close enough to CC, and he's been more prone to getting sick...

It's worth it.

And is he proud of CC for being able to utilize that sword and choosing to help others with it, like he's doing with his shield? Of course he is! She's amazing (don't tell her he said that). But is he also feeling conflicted because Lævateinn was meant to be his? ...yes, of course he is. He is equal parts guilty and jealous, his frustration over both the good and the bad sitting dense in the pit of his stomach.

History:
The Sinclair family was definitely not expecting twins. With their budget they would have struggled to support a third mouth let alone a fourth, but it wasn't exactly something that they could control. Even while living in a metropolis waylaid by corporate price gouging, corporate wage theft, and of course corporate controlled rented flats they chose to keep them. Somehow they'd scrape by.

And they did, for a while. It took years following Cade and Cecilia's birth for things to really go south. The latest round of layoffs had come for their father's job, and suddenly living on one parent's measly paycheck wasn't going to cut it. Yet the job market was brutal, especially for anyone with a shred of pride still left in them. Repeated failure, a sense of emasculation, and escalating arguments between husband and wife led to a building resentment that finally saw their father throw up his hands and walk out. To this day he hasn't come back. Their mother scrambled to make ends meet, taking extra shifts and part-time jobs, but there were too many months in missed rent and no extended family to fall back on. Eventually the kind, hard-working woman had to pack her kids up and leave. They lived in and out of shelters until their mother could secure a tiny, cheap apartment for them.

For Cade, still only a child then, he had to step up. He was now the man of the family. His dad was weak, a quitter. Not like mom, not like CC, and definitely not like him. He had to protect them all from pushy loan sharks preying on the poor, from thieves and creeps that skulked about the city day and night. When he got old enough he took odd jobs too, anything to help out even just a little. He liked to think his efforts really helped his mom so that she could rest easier knowing that every time she had to leave the twins alone that they'd be alright so long as Cade had anything to say about. They were on their own together more often than not after all, when they went to and from their crappy public school and when they waited for mom's shifts to end at home. As they grew up things got easier, all three of the Sinclairs working their asses off to get to a better place. By the time Cade and CC were in their final years of high school it seemed to have paid off; with Cade actually able to work part-time himself their mom didn't have to handle everything alone, and CC had even landed a scholarship for college.

Things were changing for the better, but there was a weird new twisted feeling in Cade's gut. He and CC had been extremely close growing up; they'd had to share everything out of necessity, and really only had each other to rely on, on top of being twins. And now she was going to head off to college for her art, a passion she shared with their mother that the woman had needed to give up. That similarity Cade didn't have had already driven a little bit of a wedge between his mom and himself, hastening her son's independence, but if it was going to mean growing apart from CC too... then what was he supposed to do? What did he even want out of life? He'd done great in his school sports teams (the ones that hadn't kicked him out for his attitude), but wasn't scouted. He'd made sure to keep his grades up near the top of his class, but he wasn't even close to valedictorian. There were many things he was good at but none he was best in, though not for lack of trying. He didn't have something that he wanted to truly chase.

So he applied for a grant, and after being surprised that it was given it to him, simply followed CC to further education. When he told her it was because he was worried about her going off on her own, it wasn't totally a lie. He took only the bare minimum amount of classes, spending more time working and putting money into the siblings' shitty shared room on city campus. Discontent but not quite able to place the feeling, Cade used what free time he had on certain extracurriculars. The kind that involved going out at night with bandanas wrapped around faces and baseball bats with words like justice written on them.

It was easy for Cade to fall into the vigilantism movement. He was an effected and frustrated youth. He had seen the city's bad side over and over, but he'd also met the few on the good side, and it was clear to him which one he'd rather be on. It started with coming upon a mugging while walking home after a night class. He wasn't a child anymore, he could provide tangible help - so he did. He returned to the apartment with a bruised cheek and split lip, but had ended up with a grateful new friend. The guy asked Cade to join a small posse to help make sure his girlfriend's boss never harassed her again, which they did by putting the man into a hospital. And from there recruited to larger movements, participating in more organized action under cover night. And, sometimes, even just solo rocking a scarf and goggles as he acted as free campus security.

It was something. It provided a decent physical way to de-stress, a little feeling that he was doing some good. He couldn't exactly get away with making up excuses for the wounds he returned home with, especially after the whole 'Awakening' thing started and it turned out a gaggle of well-meaning citizens was no match for one dude with a glowing sword. They'd barely escaped with their lives. These new ridiculous 'villains' had been showing up more an more, and it pissed Cade off that they were using their weird powers for petty things.

It sure would be nice to get one of those glowing swords himself though.

That night had been particularly rough. Cade made CC promise not to tell their mom, and in turn promised her that he'd be fine. This was all fine. It was something. He was doing something. Eventually, even if only a little, he would help make the city a safer, better place. For everyone, for CC - as long as he could make sure she'd always be there, could keep her safe--

"Can you save even these people?"

Motivation: It is, a little bit, what he's always wanted to do. Besides, why would he hurt people when he could help them instead?
...besides the villains he'll be fighting of course. Perpetuating the cycle of violence is based when its against unrepentant evildoers.

Optional:
Side Roles: Journalist sounds fun, so if needed I can certainly play a journalist every now and then! Also wouldn't mind playing a villain or two, minor, recurring or otherwise.

Theme Song / Quote: TBD

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Fen fen

As a character, Fen is intended to balance the cast with a less intense personality as well as bring with him metaphorical mirrors to hold up to the rest of characters (at least a little bit). And of course his own goals and challenges.

As the story opens Fen is caught between his past and his present predicament. Now that he is cut free from the family he served, willingly or not, he finds with little other options he is driven to learn the truth about his own family and the Ecc. At the same time he is nervous about that truth and does want to return to the familiarity of his old life, however wretched it was, but knows it is next to impossible.

His character arc is intended to see him grow stronger physically, mentally, and magically, to stand up for himself and others, and to learn what it means to fight for justice and be part of a family. He has a strong, proud foundation that has been chipped away at and needs to be restored over the course of the story so his true nature can bloom.

As far as action goes, Fen is preferable as a "pure caster" wielding earth, stones, plants, etc. His control will be initially poor (more power over precision) but would stabilize as he learns to use his magic. He will have been taught fencing but at most will have a dagger on his person as a last resort. At the moment he's written without the use of a foci, but can easily take a foci being a ring, bracelet, etc. - not a weapon.

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first Fen sheet

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N A M E

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Feni phra Hellebore
Favillae Fen

A G E

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16-18?

O R I G I N

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TBD

V I S A G E

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Smaller and slighter than his age would suggest, though with a sturdier core too than his frame would imply. A face fairer than most boys, topped with a mess of ruddy light brown hair. What tops the fair skin are scars old and new, small and large. Most are concentrated on his back and his arms, some mark his hands and his thighs. Beneath long lashes are a pair of pale green eyes like early spring flowers, like seafoam. But there is a spark in them, an ember waiting to catch despite numerous attempts to smother it.

He feels nothing about any of it. It is simply how he is. He also feels nothing about the clothes that he wears, quite happy to don anything given to him. If he had to choose for himself... the soft fabric and detailed patterns of high class garments were very nice. Though he might prefer a warmer cloak to accompany them. On his right ear is a bronze band inlaid with small crystals of red and white, wrapped tight around the shell in a conch piercing. It has no clasp.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

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Strong willpower, strong survival instinct, inquisitive mind tempered into being an extremely quick learner. Patient, soft spoken and deferential, though still with a sense of pride. Against better judgement, is also a little hopeful. Pious until recent events, still mostly is but questioning. [ Pending magic system info -> ] his emotions sort of blunted over the years, and while he is learning and feeling more new things its an adjustment to say the least, watching the reaction of nature around him is a better indicator of his mood than what he says or does.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S

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He was grateful to live in the manor, he really was. He'd seen the beggars in the streets and the sick in the churches. In the manor he was looked after, he got to wear fine clothes that the young master had grown out of and he got to eat fine food when the young master wasn't being lazy with his studies. And the studies! They taught him to read and write, about history and fencing and music. He was allowed a fine education learning alongside the young master, never to exceed him, always to suffer discipline and degradation for both of their failures.

This was his lot in life, to be a friend, servant, or dog at the young master's whim. It could be worse. It could be much worse. He was indeed grateful to live in the manor.

On the weekends when there were no lessons and he did not live in the manor, he lived in the church at the end of the street where he avoided the sick and the beggars, and the other children and their mothers that pawed at his fine clothes and told him how lucky he was to have been chosen, how haughty he was to flaunt Lord Favilla's studded leash among the strays. And he was. Lucky, haughty. It could have been worse. He could have been them. He was not.

To avoid the other children and their parents he prayed in the chapel or explored the city. He was very familiar with Iquenos' landscape if not her people. He avoided too the eyes of noblemen and commoners alike that looked upon him with pity or with scorn. Bowed his head at passing clergy or rival lords. Was scolded for it while he was wearing Favilla's colors. The first time in recent memory someone looked upon him without scorn, without pity, without sadistic glee or cruel envy had shaken him to the core.

you don't remember

(I WILL BE WRITING A SCENE HERE)
[ the stranger is part of a rebel cell, an acquaintance of Fen's late family currently on the run. He recognizes Fen and quickly tries to connect with him and tells him that his parents were "heroes" and gives him an (incriminating) encoded note about where to connect with him in the future. ]

As the sound of the knights' armor approached the man hastened to press something into his hands and then fled. The inquisitors rounded the corner not long after to find him trembling and confused. They asked if he'd seen the man. They asked which way the man had gone. And he... he lied. He lied.

When he was summoned again to the manor the next day for the start of a new week he was still sick with the thought. The start of a new week was always when the young master was most at odds with the tutors, but the feel of the rod was almost a welcome distraction. He did not understand his own action. He was not allowed to speak lies. He tasted the phantom ashes of Lady Favilla's favored punishment the entire day. After lessons he crawled to the courtyard garden where he would often watch the flowers rapidly sprout and bloom. Where he had tried to tell them there was beautiful magic and his cheek had burned thrice for it in those early days. Where he felt most at ease in the manor and where he could slow the desperate racing of his thoughts.

Why had he lied to the inquisitors? Why had he believed what that man had said? Why had they let him go?

They had not let him go. Three days after the start of the new week a squad of inquisitors stalked through the halls of the manor and rounded up the staff and the property and the family and even the Lord Favilla. Investigating the man he'd seen, a possible accomplice traced back to the manor. Maleficarum they claimed. Treason and conspiracy they spoke of. Who were the rogue magi they demanded. The Favilla practiced he knew, though the young master's magic lessons were the only ones he was not to be present for. He had not thought them unloyal to the Imperium. And so it was him. Him that Lady Favilla shrieked and pointed at, him that the Lord threw at the knights' feet, him that was shackled and dragged off for questioning.

Two weeks after living in the castra stripped of the fine clothes and fine food the inquisitors began to grow tired of the truth, that he did not know anything about magic or maleficarum. They had their clues though, their lead, their proof; the note that he had crumpled and smoothed out and crumpled again and again since receiving it. They would not let him go. Was he meant to live in the castra until he told them something he could not? Until they figured it out themselves? And after that? He had always thought the Imperium's inquisitors a force of good but he had heard the stories, ruthless and lethal stories. And he did not want to live in the castra and await his fate. He wanted to live in the manor. The church at the end of the street would be fine. If he dared to hope, then another place. Any place. He did not want to remain there, he did not want to become part of the stories. He had to leave. To escape. And so he... He...!

there was a splatter

[ escapes imprisonment accidentally killing two inquisitors in the process. INTENT here is a burst of magic that surprises everyone even Fen, the first time he actively if subconsciously uses it. Maybe have to change if foci are mandatory. Flees and is picked up by underground rebel group? Maybe scrap that ]

He fled under cover of smoke and flame,

One month after ... [ Present day. Has been very poorly living on the lam. Despite the homicides making him a higher value wanted person in his home city-state, in the overall imperium he is low on the wanted list, which is why he would have fled for other areas/ends up with the crew on the train/ship. He still wants answers but is more concerned with survival first.

Maybe allude to how Favilla fam changed during that time. Or not idk, future obstacle on the return to Iquenos. Fen fights with the protagonists to find out the truth of his lost past and hopefully gain a sense of belonging/grow into the stalwart sort that Terra aspected souls normally are. ]

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y

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Terra

A T T R I B U T E S

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Prodigium Magum --

Dagger, specifically parrying dagger. Technically for use alongside of a rapier, but alas.

The skills of a trained servant - various things he learned either taught to the church children or instructed in specifically for the privilege of staying in The Manor. Though not to the level of a chef or a nurse, Fen can cook a little and knows how to apply first aid. He knows what poison tastes like for meal tests. He can patch clothes and clean. He can, just a little bit, play music.

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second Fen sheet

F E N I
F E N I

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ P L A C E H O L D E R P L A C E H O L D E R _________________________________________________________ Name Feni phra Hellebore Favillae Fen Age 16-18? Origin TBD Elemental Aspect Terra Weapon of Choice None

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Traits & Magic
Prodigium Magum --

Dagger, specifically parrying dagger. Technically for use alongside of a rapier, but alas.

The skills of a trained servant - various things he learned either taught to the church children or instructed in specifically for the privilege of staying in The Manor. Though not to the level of a chef or a nurse, Fen can cook a little and knows how to apply first aid. He knows what poison tastes like for meal tests. He can patch clothes and clean. He can, just a little bit, play music. He can also take a surprising amount of physical and mental stress before breaking down.

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[Yankee]

A U R I
A U R I

^{"My two girlfriends.
And yes, they cast spells."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ Name: Aurelian of Hailstone Age: 19 Gender: Masc Height: 167.5cm (5'6") Rank: 13 Specialization: Fighter Appearance: Light skinned with fluffy hair the color of sun-dyed wheat. It grows unevenly, falling over one of his pink colored eyes. He does not have the height, weight, or build of most other men around his age, but though he appears on the thinner side beneath his simple armor is a body of compact muscle and the scars of hard work. Class & Heroic Abilities: [+] None lol

P E R S O N A L I T Y - D O G G E D S P I R I T P E R S O N A L I T Y - D O G G E D S P I R I T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Auri believes what other people tell him about himself. When they say he's better suited to manual labor, that scholarly pursuits and clever schemes are beyond him, he accepts it as fact. When they liken him to a mule or a dog, he squints his eyes in confusion but understands the simile is true. He is not a doormat however; this dog has a bark, and a bite so to speak. Though grounded and friendly for the most part, Auri tends to snap when he feels pressured and will definitely argue when its warranted. He is steadfast, dependable, and fiercely protective of the people he loves. Also generally optimistic, if a little dim-witted, or at least that's what's been said about him. Due to his background he is also very adaptable and does not shy away from dirty work or fights, especially on behalf of someone else. Over the past year he's found loneliness make its way into his overall personality too. Before now he's always been together with his family, no matter what shape it took, but now on his own he finds he isn't sure what to do with himself. Mostly he's dealt with it, and the myriad of other negative emotions he's bottled up, by taking on more and more work. B A C K S T O R Y - S H A P E C H A N G E R B A C K S T O R Y - S H A P E C H A N G E R ________________________________________________________________________________________ The hamlet of Hailstone was so named for the rocks and pebbles that would rain down from the mountain that it sat at the base of. It was a small mining village about a half day's walk from the larger Bowcomb Town, where residents could bring their goods for trade. It wasn't particularly poor all things considered. Due to the location, the people that lived there often thought that if disaster were to strike it would surely come in the form of a rock slide that buried them. As it turned out, that would not be the case. One could easily guess what the later part of Auri's childhood was like if they paid any attention to the political maneuvering of the continent's nations. Refugee from his hometown with his father and brother, they traveled south with other family groups in a cycle of settling in new towns and fleeing war. Then, just after things got particularly bad, it was himself, his pa, and his siblings. They kept moving, doing all kinds of work to keep themselves fed, staying in campsites rather than villages, accumulating chunks of experience in may kinds of situations; they were survivors. When they finally hit the border, it was just Auri and Albi - his youngest sister. Auri joined the Adventurer's Guild more out necessity than anything else. They accepted applicants of any status, and taking jobs was a reliable way to make money. If he did well he'd gain rank and reputation, and more status meant more pay and better opportunities. At first Auri split time between Guild work and other odd labor in order to support Albi to the best of his ability. Eventually they could afford to send the clever kid to a proper school, and when she left for the boarding academy Auri shifted to dedicate his full attention to adventuring. His choices left him little time to experiment with his own capabilities, and combined with the general impression he left on fellow guildmates it cemented Auri as a simple one-note adventurer. He had no reason to disbelieve the evaluation. Still, it remains steady income and over time he's even grown to enjoy the work. He remains a registered adventurer with the class designation of Fighter, bound for a large scale expedition in the coming days.

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[Yankee]

_{Prepare to spend another day enduring the unendurable, and suffering the insufferable to pave the way for humanity's future greatness!
Be ready to give your lives to protect our beloved school from the vile and barbaric enemy!}

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

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- 最終防衛学園 -

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Expected Themes

Existentialism, duty, responsibility, isolation, post-and-pre-apocalypse, survival, self-harm, depersonalization, abandonment, medical trauma, trauma in general, humanity, forced to fight, forced to be a found family, child soldiers, finding hope, slice-of-life, desperation, actively fighting a war but we still have to attend school, desensitization to violence, dehumanization, cabin fever, making friends, in-fighting, intentional ignorance,
death and its lack of consequence, death its very real consequence

You are living through your final year of schooling in the TRC –Tokyo Residential Complex– a massive metropolis composed of innumerable clusters of residential buildings encapsulated in a giant dome, where lights in the ceiling above the complex simulate day and night, and shelters are built into the ground to protect citizens from danger. You have lived your entire life here, and so have your parents. Whether mundane or unusual, fulfilling or monotonous, for the most part your life is a peaceful one.

Until the day the sirens blare and for once it is not a drill, and that life is interrupted by destruction and blood.

You may remember death, monsters, a knife in your hands and boiling in your veins. Or you may remember nothing at all. But when you next wake, it is in an unfamiliar classroom with a group of strangers around your age. A strange being stands at the head of the class to inform you of your new obligation: you are a transfer student now attending Last Defense Academy, and you have been conscripted to fight a war on which the survival of all humanity hinges.

You will spend the next one hundred days becoming familiar with your new school, bonding with the other students that together form your Special Defense Unit, and most importantly developing your combat potential in order to slaughter the monsters that will come to kill you.

Your comfort is secondary to your education, and your life is a renewable resource to be given over to the war machine. Every morning a cheerful announcement plays over the speakers in the building, always reminding you of your mission:

Prepare to spend another day enduring the unendurable, and suffering the insufferable to pave the way for humanity's future greatness!
Be ready to give your lives to protect our beloved school from the vile and barbaric enemy!

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It's me, ya girl Yankee, pitching an RP that might be a little niche. Before anyone stops reading due to this being a fandom RP they may not be familiar with, let me just get the premise out there: this is part anime ass battles and part academy slice of life, with a militaristic veneer and science-fantasy bend. You do not need to know the source to play. In fact, it's probably better if you don't!

You play members of a Special Defense Unit tasked with protecting the last hope of humanity. Pretty much everything surrounding this mission (what this last hope is, who you are protecting it from, why you were chosen, etc.) is kept secret from the characters - it is up to them if they accept without question or try to uncover the answers in whatever way they see fit. These characters wield a power called Hemoanima that allows them to manifest weapons with which to fight, and which can grow in strength over the course of the story. Oh, but you can't neglect your studies even while you're busy fighting a war! There will be periods of down time where characters are expected to attend pre-recorded lectures, pass tests, and get to know your brothers in arms/fellow students.

If you're interested, I'll be happy to answer any questions you might have. All I would want from you is a fun character concept to start with. Your character can be as plain or weird as you want, from run of the mill background student A to junior professional wrestler. Rich, poor, friendly, aloof... as long as you'll have fun writing their personality as they grapple with their new reality. Characters can be as open or as stand offish as you want; inter-group tension and fighting, even refusal to participate is expected, but lone wolves will be forced to fight eventually just like everyone else. They will also be forced to die, as those with Hemoanima can be revived in certain circumstances. Character death will not be just a possibility - it's a guarantee!

Wake up, study, bond, fight, die - and then do it over and over again.

This RP is intended to last for 100 in-character days, with each day broken up into sections to more easily push the story along. Ambitious, I know. Battles will occur periodically over this period which I expect will take more time. I am currently toying with a simple grid-based battlefield to give fight scenes more of a strategic feel rather than simply free form. Characters will have numerical HP to keep track of during battle, among other things. There is also a general plan in place for ending the RP early, extending it past its 100 day life, rebooting it entirely if the players want, and for late joiners to be able to participate. I also would not be opposed to people playing mulitple characters if they wanted to.

A detailed character creation guide and example sheet will follow, as well as in-character daily schedule break down and an in-depth explanation of how I am thinking about handling combat (no dice rolling but there will be a simple system of sorts in place) if people actually end up interested in this. For the record, in addition to acting as GM and playing story NPCs, I also plan to play a member of the SDU myself!

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Further Information

Tokyo Residential Complex
[lil blurb]

Hemoanima
[lil blurb]

Last Defense Academy
[lil blurb]

For those familiar with the game

I intend to follow the general progression of Route 0 to make it easier on me to GM. However, there will be no canon characters included save for enemy commanders. Even Sirei will be replaced by a similar NPC to fill the role. Without the canon cast, certain events will play out differently or will not happen at all (including, well, what happens to Sirei in the first few days) - but for the most part you can expect things to follow Route 0's direction unless the cast gets really crazy with it. I plan to put more focus on the "academy" part of Last Defense Academy as well, but not to the detriment of Free Time or Defensive Battle sections.

There may be spoilers from other routes regarding the setting, circumstances, etc. of the game though. Also... I wouldn't mind a Co-GM!

_{Prepare to spend another day enduring the unendurable, and suffering the insufferable to pave the way for humanity's future greatness!
Be ready to give your lives to protect our beloved school from the vile and barbaric enemy!}

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WORK IN PROGRESS CHARACTER SHEET................

AYARI SHIGETO

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Basic Info Height »» 5'4" (164cm) Weight »» 112lbs (51kg) Birthday »» November 9 Zodiac Sign »» Scorpio Likes Stuffed animals, taking care of others, tactile sensations Dislikes Boring movies, sweet things, being left alone for long _____________________________________________________ Grades Linguistics » D Math » B Science » B Social Studies » F Phys. Ed » C Discipline » C Teamwork » A Strategy » F Altruism » D Savagery » D _____________________________________________________ #HelloNurse #Tactless #TalksTooMuch #ThinksTooLittle #Clingy #Caring #Cuddly #DontMindifitHurts

02 茂 渡 綾 理 . . . . . . . ♫

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Hemoanima Abilities ☣

Class Weapon

» Defibrillator ♡

The device is about twice as large as normal, strapped to Ayari like a backpack. Old fashioned paddles on curling cords are attached to it, which come forward to rest in holsters just above her hips on each side of her. Their reach is short, making her class weapon primarily melee use. On use, heals 1 point of damage or deals 1 point of damage depending on the setting.

Class Armor

» Standard black serafuku with white highlights, the ribbon tied into a tight bow. Her skirt and socks are knee-length. Red make-up highlights the edges of her eyes, and three small lines in the same color that nearly converge at the bottoms paint the center of her forehead. Her blood burns royal blue in her chest.

Specialist Skill

» Special Galvanize

Units healed by Ayari are left with a little extra juice to energize them, gaining the Galvanized status. Galvanized units move a little faster and can perform 1 extra action. Galvanized expires at the end of turn or when extra action is used up.

Last Resort

» System Surge

Slams both paddles onto the ground to unleash a shock wave that spreads out from her location, reaching a decently wide area. Allies touched by the shock wave all gain the Galvanized status until their next turn; enemies touched by the shock wave all gain the Stunned status until their next turn. Ayari perishes afterward.

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Bond Ranks

Character 1 ✦✦✦✧✧✧

• Blurb if wanted

Character 2 ✧✧✧✧✧✧

• Blurb if wanted

Character 3 ✧✧✧✧✧✧

• Blurb if wanted

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[Yankee]

What makes a champion?

Are they born with innate talent?
Do they find some spark of genius already buried within themselves?
Are they molded only by the hands of masters?

Or are they formed from intense pressure and the blazing heat of their hearts?
Something from nothing; coal to diamond.

Aoikaze Comprehensive High School, known by its nickname「Aosou」is a private school that's been undergoing some interesting changes. Among the many options in Niigata City it was not an unpopular choice for scholarly pursuits, so a new administration's choice to pour funds into new and improved sports programs instead of intellectual ones naturally drew many critics. But it worked. Special tuition rates for fledgling athletes drew more student applicants, raised the level of their sports clubs, and earned more donations from families and neighborhood locals. Now, the school can begin to boast success stories for a broader variety of graduates. The likes of Aosou's physical clubs like judo, soccer, and more are on their way to becoming fairly formidable in their prefecture.

...all except their baseball club, which still struggles to find its footing. Is the competition from other schools just too fierce, is there no more drive to be found among Aoikaze Sougou's student body? Maybe the next generation of students -of players- will finally set that spark to catch... and become the first to bring Koushien's championship flag into snow country.

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Lately, I've been craving a sports anime RP of some kind. Of the handful of sports I'm most familiar with, I think a classic baseball story sounds like it'll be pretty fun and more simple to do in a play-by-post RP format. Oh, and I'm bullying @Sloth into being my co-GM and moral support.

This is not a just a baseball RP - it is important to note this is also an anime RP. Along with the aesthetic, it will come with all of the shenanigans and tropes one can expect from an anime RP. What's that? You're asking about super powers a la Prince of Tennis and other similar sports anime series? Hmm, I prefer a story that's a little more grounded, but maybe we can work something small in~

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⚾ "Do I have to know the rules of baseball to join this RP?"

Not at all! We can simplify them for anyone unsure, though I recommend playing a character that's a novice and learning alongside them!

⚾ "What kind of character can I play?"

A highschool student living in Japan will be what we need the most of, but team managers, faculty advisors, coaches, and the like are also applicable. For students any school year is fine, and the school is co-ed. Typically high school sports clubs are separated by sex, but if it's more fun for people we can go with a co-ed team too! Players giving their characters weird or special quirks is totally cool. Applying with more than one character is fine as well!

⚾ "Does my character have to be from Niigata?"

Nope! They just have to attend school (or work) there. Actually we can swap cities or regions no problem if people prefer, though it will just be home base - the cast will travel for practice and tournaments. Characters can be transfer students from elsewhere, exchange students from other countries, or have different ancestries. Almost anything goes!

⚾ "I want to play as the team's pitcher!"

Whoa whoa whoa! That's good, you know what you want for your character! But that character will have to work to get there. When the RP starts, characters will show off their skills and compete for the positions they want. If that position is being fought over and your character doesn't end up getting it at first, please don't despair. Your character just gained a rival to grow and compete with. All stories need some drama, so keep fighting for your spot! ...in-character!

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I have a general plan for story progression, including breaking down the RP into arcs and chapters and a completely optional and very simple dice system to add some element of tension for us as writers.

I'll explain more if this gets past the interest check stage. I'd love to hear expectations, opinions, feedback, and of course any ideas from people so we can all work together to make a really fun story!

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A relatively simple character sheet is best, I think. We'll learn all about each character in play after all. The below is what I've come up with using my planned characters as examples. However, feel free to use any sort of format you want and include any additional information you like. If you want to play a second or third year character, go ahead and give them a position and such on the team if you want to - but they will still have to compete to keep their spot at the story's beginning and beyond! That goes for GM characters too!

If you want to play faculty or a team manager instead or in addition to, you can switch up the sections on your sheet for more relevant info. You don't have to stick to the same information I used, but if you feel more comfortable copying my sheets then that works too!

A list of a few roles to think about

Nothing listed here are character roles that absolutely need to be filled, they are more like suggestions and examples of the kinds of people you would expect to see in life and in anime tropes for a story like this. Of course I would like to have actual characters for each position on a baseball team (so 9 characters split over however many people join the RP), but otherwise NPCs can fill whatever roles we want. I also expect that characters that play on the team will see more 'RP action' than non-players.

Starting with non-players, some examples are...

• Coaches (head and assistant)
  • Normally also teachers at the school.
• Club advisors
  • School faculty (normally teachers as well) that assist with managerial tasks and student relationships with the school.
• Student managers
  • As it says on the tin, club members that take on more secretarial or managerial role. May or may not participate in practices.
• Parent representatives
  • A tertiary role, helps organize things like fundraisers, collects from families to purchase food and player equipment, etc.

And for the team, the stars of the RP...

• Team captain
  • A third year player, voted on by the team. Can be any position on the team, of course.
• Vice captain(s)
  • May be appointed by captain to help out, but not official.
• Starting position players
  • Pitcher
  • Catcher
  • First Base
  • Second Base
  • Third Base
  • Shortstop
  • Left Field
  • Center Field
  • Right Field
• Non-starters
  • Those on the bench ready to support and sub in when needed. Pinch hitters, relief pitchers, base coaches, and the like.

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Chikami Toyoda 樋田 近美 School Year: First Year Gender: Male (he/him) Height: 178 cm | Weight: 68 kg Home Town: Sado, Niigata Prefecture About: Don't you think 'opened yourself up to better opportunities' sounds better than 'ran away'? Chikami certainly does. Friendly, accommodating, and just a little cagey about his past, Chikami came to the mainland for one simple reason: to try and spend some time in the sun after living beneath a metaphorical shadow for so long. Might as well play the sport he loves while he does it. Aosou was one of the more affordable options in Niigata that featured a dorm, but he is pretty sure that he would have been able to thrive anywhere so long as he put his mind to it. Oh yes, being positive all the time takes work and some serious brain power!

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Current Position: n/a	Jersey Number: n/a	Batting Order: n/a
/	Throws: Right | Bats: Left	\

(Chikami is a club member but has not made the team yet. Some first year character information will start n/a)

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Atsumu Satou 佐藤 侑 School Year: Third Year Gender: Male (he/him) Height: 183 cm | Weight: 76 kg Home Town: Niigata, Niigata Prefecture About: Fellow students will tell you that in class, Atsumu is polite and attentive - a model student who isn't hard to talk to even if he keeps mostly to himself. However the members of the baseball club will tell you a much different story. On the field, Atsumu is a ruthless taskmaster with a cruel tongue whose ire is the stuff of nightmares for his underclassmen. As a vice captain he does his best to keep the club members in line and in shape, especially any would-be pitchers which he revels in taking down a few notches. He works hard at everything he does. The rumors that he actually does have a heart somewhere in his chest? Definitely exaggerated!

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Current Position: Catcher	Jersey Number: 2	Batting Order: Sixth ____
/	Throws: Right | Bats: Right	\

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Hikari Noujima 能島 光凜 Alma Mater: UCSD Gender: Female (she/her) Height: 170 cm | Weight: ♥♥ kg Home Town: Sanjou, Niigata Prefecture About: Hikari was just one of many kids who grew up loving the sport. She stuck with hard ball throughout her school years, though she did swap to soft ball in college. Turned out adapting to it was just easier than trying to worm her way onto the men's team on top of navigating her life as an international student in a new country. Wouldn't trade the experience for anything, though. With spontaneous adventure complete and diploma in hand she got crazy lucky to arrive back in Japan at the same time a school in the next city over put out a few job postings. She isn't sure the school's board are in their right minds, but... "Coach Noujima" has got a great ring to it, huh?

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Current Role: Coach*	Tenure: Brand New	Teaches: n/a . . . . .
/	Throws: Right | Bats: Right	\

(*depending on other character applications, Noujima will be either an assistant or head coach)

[Yankee]