Aether Spawn

Detective Wars [Detective/Mystery Fiction RP] - Hiatus

@KoL Alright, keep me updated if it thaws out. I like the idea.

Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

Alright, welp I just lost my progress on the other sins, so I'm going to take a break to do some morning chores and energy regain. That said, I'm looking at Envy or Lust next. Mayhaps envy if it is still available later today.

Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

>.> Mmmk, so I have a few ideas for a couple of different sins, though I'm not going to double character unless we really need to (doesn't look the case). I'll just throw them up one at a time as I'm more or less satisfied with it until one sticks or receives special notice for reworking. So, without further ado:

Ms Pride

Name: Thea Maerilin

Age: 24
Sin: Pride
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Amber
Gender: Female

Written Appearance:
Head held high, she produces a confident young adult body that reaches eye-level to most men her appeared age. Her skin remains nigh blemish free, though there is a telltale scar that runs down a bit from her right shoulder. Another piercing wound below her right knee, covered by her leggings. She prefers the lighter, more revealing outfits; letting her body breathe and move unrestricted.

Brand Appearance:
Sitting proudly on the back of her ungloved right hand rests a solid triangle sitting in the midst of a thick bordered, perfect circle.

Personality:
Sure-fire in everything she does, she allows nothing to hold her back and gives everything her all, though she aims to fight fairly. She knows she may not win every time, but it would be an insult to her and her opponent for giving anything less than 98%. And so long as there isn't any severe consequences, i.e. meaningless death, she will accept any challenge. Contrary to her confidence, there are things in the world she has little care for. Morals are one such example. Self-serving reasons and small talk are pointless when compared to what can be told over the purity of battle, and management and other white collar jobs (although needed) is boring, mindless work for the weak and cowardly.

Background: TBA?

Current Story:
Thea spends her time in a quiet little village roughly 20 miles away from the capitol. Therein lies nothing except field workers and the occasional soldier recruitment post for the boys who tire of the country life. Thea doesn't mind too much that her memory is gone of days past, she takes each day as it comes by drinking at the tavern or fighting in town brawls when the place has become too much of a rut. Her mind lingers time to time on joining the capitol guard when the recruiters come around, but is always met with her distaste for it being too organized and repressive of any real love for war.

Weapon:
- As her main weapon, she wields a simple katana with her right hand that comes to a fine point at the tip of the normal 60cm blade. It is guard-less with a worn and beaten handle, though the blade remains in good shape. It has no scabbard, though occasionally covered with cloth to protect it from the elements.

- An additional armament held by her left hand is a purely golden buckler shield with the weight of 1000 elephants when not wielded by its true owner. The Guardian of Velocrere is Thea's personal arc that never tarnishes and never breaks, but instead is imbued with magical properties. First on the list is it's ability to heal Thea proportional to the amount of damage it would take when a physical force is struck against the outer shell. Second, the shield has the ability to disperse and dissipate magical energy that hits it, also protecting against blocked fireballs and curses laid on the shield itself.

Ability:
- Accretion of Valor

For each allied soul in her presence, she receives a bonus to her natural strength, defense, and endurance.

Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

@Holy Soldier Well, I'll give a character a shot. Not like I have any roleplays in the works at the moment. I'll see what I can do today.

Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP - Open to Extras]

I be interested, though I'm not sure what character I should make. Seems to me that you have six other sins and girl; I'd hate to steel a spot. But I might lurk regardless.

Detective Wars [Detective/Mystery Fiction RP]

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Detective Wars [Detective/Mystery Fiction RP] - Hiatus

F.P.I

the 'hired' hand

Name: 'Fabio'
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Nationality: American

Appearance:

Personality:
Laid back and the 'strong silent' type. Fabio has gone under multiple aliases in his dealings for this reason or that; so much so that he no longer remembers, or cares, what his real name is. He tries to distance himself away from others for multiple reasons. One, to help keep and build the ace detective facade he is trying to achieve so the jobs will keep coming in. Two, people are put here on this Earth just to annoy him; for that he's sure. Three, miss Goodfellow hereby decreed that this would be his calling for the time being; best not to let others find out or catch him talking to himself.

Bio:
He's seen it all. Drugs, alcohol,explosions, cannibalism. He's even watched his partners turn traitor before getting stabbed in the back by what they thought were their new friends. Though to be fair, he wasn't one known to keep a long list of friends. Just a list of favors that had to be paid or received. His parents died a decade ago after a random car accident and the lover's grief that followed. He wasn't too bright in school either. Mostly skating by with low C's and the occasional B until graduating and joining up with the police academy. There, he trained for years rising up the ranks without a social life and letting his family be with only hit and miss 'happy birthdays' and 'merry christmas' messages to let them know he hasn't died.

It was about his midlife crisis that he quit the force and went to work in the private sector. His first notice was the pay was considerably less, though it didn't take much to feed a house of one. He didn't even have a cat. He offered security to those who wanted it, mostly rich banker's daughters and the like, but only ran into actual trouble a couple of times. Needless to say both he and his client made it out alive. It was here his parents died; spending an hour on a nearby pay phone to talk to his sister afterwords. She needed it more than he did, but he figured that this was probably the last time they'd ever talk again.

Expertise:
- Crack shot
- Muscle

Equipment:
- Gun License
- 6 shot Revolver and bullets
- Rope
- Handcuffs
- Fake Police ID
- Dolphin Cigars and Cigarettes
- Lighter

Other:
Sole owner of Fabio's Private Investigation, F.P.I., after firm backing from miss Eris Goodfellow. Relatively new, only in business for less than a year after privously working in private security.

the lesser spirit

Name: "Eris Goodfellow"
Age: 1000+
Gender: Female
Nationality: Otherworld

Appearance:

Personality:
"OOOhh! Look at this! Hey, look at that! I'm going to have oodles of fun watching you ruin other people's day." Though she'd never actually say those words; In short, she does what she wants when she wants, but never gets her own hands dirty unless she can watch and experience the random human's self demise first hand. She has no care for the past or future, and only directs her life to watch the pain of life on other's faces and whatever else might catch her attention for the time being. This decade-or-so's flavor is crime dramas.

Bio:
1000 odd years to spend toying with humanity, nothing that stayed in consciousness for over a decade. The birth to her existence is a blur, but she can remember on a whim anything else she might have some need to remember in the present. 11 months ago started her partnership with Fabio. Not his choice mind you; she began haunting him after her previous toy was shot between the eyes when trying to go after the world tech CEO's son. Since then, she's tied Fabio up into her new side hobby of being a private investigator. Only a few actual cases, but he shows promise.

Expertise:
- Ghosting
- Spiritual powers....

Equipment:
- Casual Black Magic

Other:
Declared ownership of Fabio for her current hobby.
Actual brains of the pair.

Detective Wars [Detective/Mystery Fiction RP] - Hiatus

F.P.I

the 'hired' hand

Name: 'Fabio'
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Nationality: American

Appearance:

Personality:
Laid back and the 'strong silent' type. Fabio has gone under multiple aliases in his dealings for this reason or that; so much so that he no longer remembers, or cares, what his real name is. He tries to distance himself away from others for multiple reasons. One, to help keep and build the ace detective facade he is trying to achieve so the jobs will keep coming in. Two, people are put here on this Earth just to annoy him; for that he's sure. Three, miss Goodfellow hereby decreed that this would be his calling for the time being; best not to let others find out or catch him talking to himself.

Bio:
He's seen it all. Drugs, alcohol,explosions, cannibalism. He's even watched his partners turn traitor before getting stabbed in the back by what they thought were their new friends. Though to be fair, he wasn't one known to keep a long list of friends. Just a list of favors that had to be paid or received. His parents died a decade ago after a random car accident and the lover's grief that followed. He wasn't too bright in school either. Mostly skating by with low C's and the occasional B until graduating and joining up with the police academy. There, he trained for years rising up the ranks without a social life and letting his family be with only hit and miss 'happy birthdays' and 'merry christmas' messages to let them know he hasn't died.

It was about his midlife crisis that he quit the force and went to work in the private sector. His first notice was the pay was considerably less, though it didn't take much to feed a house of one. He didn't even have a cat. He offered security to those who wanted it, mostly rich banker's daughters and the like, but only ran into actual trouble a couple of times. Needless to say both he and his client made it out alive. It was here his parents died; spending an hour on a nearby pay phone to talk to his sister afterwords. She needed it more than he did, but he figured that this was probably the last time they'd ever talk again.

Expertise:
- Crack shot
- Muscle

Equipment:
- Gun License
- 6 shot Revolver and bullets
- Rope
- Handcuffs
- Fake Police ID
- Dolphin Cigars and Cigarettes
- Lighter

Other:
Sole owner of Fabio's Private Investigation, F.P.I., after firm backing from miss Eris Goodfellow. Relatively new, only in business for less than a year after privously working in private security.

the lesser spirit

Name: "Eris Goodfellow"
Age: 1000+
Gender: Female
Nationality: Otherworld

Appearance:

Personality:
"OOOhh! Look at this! Hey, look at that! I'm going to have oodles of fun watching you ruin other people's day." Though she'd never actually say those words; In short, she does what she wants when she wants, but never gets her own hands dirty unless she can watch and experience the random human's self demise first hand. She has no care for the past or future, and only directs her life to watch the pain of life on other's faces and whatever else might catch her attention for the time being. This decade-or-so's flavor is crime dramas.

Bio:
1000 odd years to spend toying with humanity, nothing that stayed in consciousness for over a decade. The birth to her existence is a blur, but she can remember on a whim anything else she might have some need to remember in the present. 11 months ago started her partnership with Fabio. Not his choice mind you; she began haunting him after her previous toy was shot between the eyes when trying to go after the world tech CEO's son. Since then, she's tied Fabio up into her new side hobby of being a private investigator. Only a few actual cases, but he shows promise.

Expertise:
- Ghosting
- Spiritual powers....

Equipment:
- Casual Black Magic

Other:
Declared ownership of Fabio for her current hobby.
Actual brains of the pair.

Alright >.> prob could do more, but after checking some of the other time stamps I'm a bit curious if this is still a thing. Not that I can really complain, it took me a week to get this. Anywho, here's me.

Detective Wars [Detective/Mystery Fiction RP] - Hiatus

Woop Woop Woop, sorry. I was working on mine over the weekend, but got caught to run some errands. Working on mine now.

My Hero Academia RP - Interest and Concept Thread

A bit later than I wanted, but oh well. Willing to change this and that if needed.

Mutants are people too, I side with Magneto

Name: Hana Satou

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Personality: Hannah is, well Hannah. A specific mixture of the available characteristics that can define such person. That's her view anyway, simple and generic for anything that would have her to think too hard while trying to sound 'smart' and not appear to be totally helpless. Her peers can, however, define her a bit differently. She's short tempered, but hardly holds a grudge past the next meal time. She's also stubborn, but helpless. Her eyes progressively worsened with the arrival of her new quirk until she eventually became blind. Her condition usually makes her progress with a more cautious mindset, especially with any new situation or important task; however she becomes extremely impulsive when in her bouts off rage and boredom.

Bio: School started off normally as it would for about any child. Then one day a couple months later than a few of the other kids her age, she too started exhibiting signs of having a quirk. It was a bit confusing at first, hearing people when they weren't talking or twice at once in some cases. Sometimes confusing her deeply when the two voices had opposite views. She struggled, trying hard to figure out the truth behind the voices before finding the difference between them; the second voice coming out a bit hollower than the first.

It didn't take her long to realize what was going on. It was becoming obvious that she had tapped into other's brains and began hearing their thoughts. But just about the time everything started to make sense, her view on the world darkened; literally. After a month of her eyes starting ad continuing to blur, she finally reached a point where she could not physically see. It was thought that her quirk was responsible for her condition, but in all honesty she didn't really care past the first few days. While it was rude of god to bestow the curse upon her, it also gave her the means to continue forth arguably better than before. Her hearing, or rather her mind, became her eyes.

But to the world, yes. She was horribly blind. She was given the special treatment that just about anyone would give to an invalid of her stature. Her manner and face started becoming more prim and proper at her parent's suggestion and be led through life where people wanted her to go. She hated it, but at the time stress was to great while her quirk continued to tax her mind and reveal more to it through happy accidents when she was pushed to far. Though eventually, she was able to keep up with her quirk. Now it was apart of her and everything she was as she acted. During a big scene at a dinner party, she publicly demonstrated her distaste for the life her parents tried to put her in. A month of high tension later, she found an opportunity to try to become a hero. If nothing else, she could at least have a chance to learn more about her powers and how to control them.

Quirk:

Mind Link - Mutant Class

Through the power of science! (genetics), Hannah has harnessed the power of telepathy, or a variant there of. She can now read the minds of others and perhaps even invoke her own thoughts into her subject. Currently Hannah only knows of the reading of thoughts and the ability to take in other sensory details, such as the color of the pencil on the drawer in the corner, and the positioning of what all the subject knows. Range is unknown, but it only seems to work in the immediate area given some clue about those nearby. And, though, she may not be able to turn off this power; she can reasonably block and ignore certain unpleasant ideas and thoughts from others that get in the way to annoy her.