Asura

scent of the night [kimetsu no yaiba]

I've got the skeleton of my light fella done. Just need to flesh him out and figure out how I wanna word his abilities.

scent of the night [kimetsu no yaiba]

Someone like @Raijinslayer, for instance.

Asura's Shrine

raiju wip

Amemiya Shinichi

────────────────────── 雨宮 真一 ──────────────────────

Basics

surname 雨宮 amemiya [雨 "rain" 宮 "shrine"]
given name 真一 shinichi [真 "true" 一 "one"]
gender male
age sixteen
birthday april 17th
zodiac aries

height 180 cm / 5' 11" ft
weight 62 kg / 138 lbs
hair black
eyes azure
skin pale
build wiry, lanky

Personanlity

positive traits determined, sincere, faithful, courageous
neutral traits spontaneous, audacious, straightforward
negative traits brash, judgemental, cynical, uninhibited


personality
wip

History


history
wip

Abilities

sense enhanced sense of sight
breath style breath of thunder
nichirin blade electric blue


abilities
wip

scent of the night [kimetsu no yaiba]

Out of curiosity, where are we drawing the line on sword variants? Would a naginata qualify? I'd assume so since one of the Pillars uses an axe, but still wanted to check.

I posted this in the char tab the first time, and there's no way to delete posts without getting a mod, so rip.

scent of the night [kimetsu no yaiba]

raiju wip

Amamiya Shinichi

────────────────────── 雨宮 真一 ──────────────────────

Basics

surname 雨宮 amamiya [雨 "rain" 宮 "shrine"]
given name 真一 shinichi [真 "true" 一 "one"]
gender male
age sixteen
birthday april 17th
zodiac aries

height 180 cm / 5' 11" ft
weight 62 kg / 138 lbs
hair black
eyes azure
skin pale
build lanky

Personanlity

positive traits determined, sincere, loyal, courageous
neutral traits audacious, straightforward
negative traits tactless, judgemental, cynical, uninhibited


personality
wip

History


history
Shinichi was born a child of little consequence some sixteen years ago in the city of Wakayama. A child of the streets, young Shinichi, then simply called Shin, knew little of his parents, as his sire had never stayed long enough with his mother to know of his child, nor did his mother live long enough to be more than a wispy shadow in the memory of her son. It was only by the generosity of the city's inhabitants that Shin survived day in and day out, keeping him just fed enough through acts of charity that he only scarcely needed to turn to thievery to keep himself alive.

A pitiful existence, the life expectancy of orphans in the tumultuous Meiji period was never particularly good, and in a land where demons roam when the sun sinks beyond the horizon, dirty urchins nobody would miss are prime livestock. Shin was no stranger to them, though he only knew them as the "black ones", for in the sea of vibrant souls that was Wakayama, their corrupt existences looked nothing less than dark voids to the boy. He knew to avoid them at the first sign, lest he disappear like so many of his ilk, devoured by the darkness of their souls.

Abilities

sense enhanced sense of sight
breath style breath of thunder
nichirin blade electric blue


abilities
True Sight

Shinichi was born with the ability to see a person's true being; their soul. Manifesting as a fiery aura around them, he can learn a person's nature by noting its hue, and predict their emotional state or thought patterns through direct observance. Using this, he is capable of knowing when someone is lying to him, can accurately discern the intention behind words or actions, and can predict an opponent's moves by observing the agitated flickering that represents their killing intent.

This ability is especially useful as a member of the demon hunting corp, as the soul of a demon manifests itself to him as an inky black blotch, allowing him to easily differentiate their kind from humans.

Breath of Thunder

A breath style that channels heaven's wrath to slay the enemies of man. It bestows the user with incredible strength and agility to match that of a demon. Focusing on delivering attacks at impossible speed, the style leaves little room for thought and relies on pure instinct and lightning quick reflexes.


• First Style: Thunder Clap Flash - The user dashes forward and slashes at their opponent with incredible speed.
  
  • Forked Thunder Flash - The user utilizes the incredible speed of the first style to rush forward and deliver a passing slash to the opponent. The instant they stop the user then turns and delivers a follow up strike from behind.
• Second Style: Lightning Ball - The swordsman is able to generate a series of five straight thunder attacks all performed in a single moment.
• Third Style: Buzzing Mosquito Thunder - The swordsman is able to generate a spinning wave of lightning in all directions for a damaging attack.
• Fourth Style: Distant Thunder - The user is able to generate a ranged thunder strike at a distance.
• Fifth Style: Heat Lightning - The user is able to generate slashing attack composed of lightning that cracks skin and burns flesh.
• Sixth Style: Electric Lightning Shower - The swordsman creates a series of thunder strikes that cracks the target's body.

scent of the night [kimetsu no yaiba]

Right now I'm looking at Breath of Thunder for the sighted lad, and Breath of Mist for the touch one.

scent of the night [kimetsu no yaiba]

I'll take [視力] enhanced sense of sight (light) & [接触] enhanced sense of touch (dark) for 500, alex.

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Akizawa Nadeshiko

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx L O C A T I O N UA Highschool - Staging Grounds T A G S @Jojo M U S I C close after playing

From her place in the back of the pack, Nadeshiko found her worry rising once more at the sudden announcement that they would be expected to demonstrate their abilities. It was to be expected, considering the description of the Heroics course, but to have to stand on a what turned out to be a massive stage and display her shame for near enough two dozen people? It was the type of thing she had hoped to have time to warm up to. To be expected march bravely before their peers not ten minutes after arrival and "show their stuff" without reservation was absurd. Thankfully, class 1-A was comprised of individuals bolder than she in its majority, and so while she toyed with the hem of her skirt, someone stepped up to plate. Cowardly as she was, the mutant did manage the small kindness of leveling her eyes to watch the display. She recognized the boy who took the spotlight first, a student who had attended middle school with her. Ryūjin-san hadn't shared a homeroom with her, but he was not the type of person that was hard to notice in spite of distance. In the sea of her more normal peers, seeing the occasional flash of flame on campus served as a beacon of solidarity back then. That she was not alone in her hardship, though the blazing boy on stage never seemed to buckle under the weight his own abilities as she did. She would have admired that quality, when she was a more hopeful person, but now she could only see it as misguided. He fought a losing battle out of pride, or fear, or the hurt that surrender would bring on perhaps. Accepting reality was painful at first, but there was comfort in its finality. It was not particularly comfortable watching the resulting fire show. She had a particular aversion to fire, and watching him loose wispy waves of blazing gas left her to ponder how she would fair against someone with such a Quirk if she were to become a "Hero". Demonstrations came and went, blasts of energy and explosives cracking in the sky, water that moved free of external control and a Quirk that nearly singed the audience with its violent nature. Could she truly compete with people whose abilities were so destructive? She did not have the ability to lift a truck with ease, or launch lightning from her palms, or any number of more useful abilities. She was just slime. Malleable, bereft of structure, weak. A melancholy fell upon her more strongly than before. How was she of all people going to keep up? Pensiveness gave way to a sharp realization as Nadeshiko peered from beneath gooey bangs to her fellows, watching another boy descend from the stage after a scolding. There were not so many individuals left in line for demonstration. She would be expected to go soon, lest she have to endure the embarrassment of being last. Perhaps it did not matter, as all eyes would be on her anyway. A sigh broke free from between her lips. Part of her hoped that the others would be merciful in their judgement. Now was the time to grow a spine. She pulled free the mask she had worn across her face and tucked it into the pocket of her jacket, which too was shed and placed in a neat bundle on the ground. Her blazer joined it as well, and the goo girl rolled up the sleeve of her blouse as she forced one leg to move after the other, making way for the arena. They all had Quirks too, she tried to remind herself, though it was of little comfort as she tangled with the reflexive anxiety of exposing the glossy pink "skin" of her arm to the world. Had she the lungs to accomplish it, she would have likely taken several deep breaths to steady herself as she padded towards center stage. For all Nadeshiko was privy to, the other students could've been absorbed in their own worlds, for she found some badly needed comfort in directing her eyes to the smooth marble tiling below her feet. If nothing else it certainly helped in stepping around the smoldering remains of magma that lay scattered about the platform. Once she arrived, she did not do the crowd the honor of establishing the long denied eye contact expected of a presenter. Instead, she held up her exposed arm to draw attention to it. Now would be the time to test her earlier hypothesis. "My name is Akizawa Nadeshiko," she managed, her voice somehow retaining an edge of unease despite its softness. Speaking truly wasn't her strength. "My Quirk is called Gelatinany. It is a Heteromorphic Quirk. My entire body is comprised of a smooth, pink goo rather than flesh or bone." Flinching at the awkwardness of her own disjointed explanation, she decided to move onto the demonstration portion, in the hopes that the effort would distract her from the sinking sensation in her stomach. Knitting her brow, she willed her body to conform to the image in her head. The long, ropey bands of "hair" around her head began to shorten themselves as they retracted into her head. Where they once reached the top of her lower back, the tips just barely dangled about her temples as she styled them into a fairly simple bob-cut, a style she had practiced in the past. Unimpressive as hair styling was, though, it was not where her demonstration ended. Those with particularly able eyes would see the mass lost from her hair traveling down her neck and across her shoulders in a small bulge. It slide down the bicep of her exposed arm, creeping downwards until it reached her wrist. The mass of goo then flooded forth, swelling the petite form of her right hand. Churning and stretching, it took a shape identical to that of a large foam finger. "Since my body's composition is quite malleable, I can change its shape to fit my whims." As if to further illustrate the point and dispel any belief she was a sports fan, the mass of goo shifted once more. This time, it flooded back upwards into her arm, where the slender limb filled outwards and shaped itself into a muscular, powerful looking appendage distinctly out of place on such an averagely proportioned girl. After a moment it once again shifted, the arm losing its bulk in favor of length as it transformed into a long, flexible tentacle of pink sludge that wiggled about for a moment before Nadeshiko willed it to return to shape, hesitant to strain herself further with such advanced manipulations. As it shrunk, the goo slowly made its way northwards once more until the hair that draped Nadeshiko's shoulders was once again full length. "I... hope that was sufficient." Mori-sensei looked absolutely fascinated with Nadeshiko's demonstration, it was almost as if she was barely stopping herself from running up onto the platform to get a literal feel for her body's properties. The woman instead watched carefully as Nadeshiko's body changed shape and wondered what that would feel like if she could do the same. She did a wave motion with her arms and imagined them instead as boneless goop. "That's soooooooooo cool!" Mori-sensei cooed, clearly a new fan of Nadeshiko's. "I have so many questions for you, but they'll have to wait until everybody has gotten a turn! Your Quirk is certainly unique and I hope we learn a lot from each other!" Nadeshiko gave a small bow in response to the cheer. The acknowledgment felt nice, though the complimentary nature of sensei's words was significantly dulled by the way she enthusiastically praised each and every student. It was her job, after all, to make them confident and bold. Just another part of her job. At least nobody in the crowd had recoiled... she hoped. Nadeshiko once more made a hasty retreat, eyes locked towards the ground, and went about fixing her uniform while the next student inevitably took her place.

ASoIaF Roleplay: A Fistful of Dragons

gonna post a wip so i remember to finish this.

Dag the Daring

Name: Dagon

Alias and Epithets: He prefers Dag. Often called Dag the Daring, after an incident involving a manticore, a tent and a less than masculine shriek.

Age: Six and twenty, give or take a few years.

Gender: Male

House: None

Appearance: A written description of your character's appearance. No pictures.

Personality: What kind of person is your character and how do they interact with others? Remember, they have already agreed to work with others in a group, so a morose, cynical lone wolf isn't going to work.

History: Describe your character's life. I don't need the exact details of their childhood, or an extensive account of all their previous adventures, but be comprehensive. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least.

Skills: Here you explain to me what your character is good at. I will decide if I think your character's skills and abilities are acceptable. Remember what I said: we are mercenaries, not the King's Guard or paragons of legend.

Equipment:
A rough looking steel-and-leather brigantine curaiss worn atop a hauberk of plain mail, with accompanying vambraces and leg guards. A steel halfhelm with accompanying aventail.
A wicked looking longaxe with a heavy, blackened steel head. Worn across the back beneath the shield.
A steel longsword of quality make but few ornaments. Strung to his belt and held by the hip.
A fine Myrish stiletto, worn belt side with the sword.
Two throwing axes tucked into his sword belt.

Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.

ASoIaF Roleplay: A Fistful of Dragons - A Sellsword Adventure (Closed for the moment)

The year is two-hundred and thirty-eight after Aegon's Conquest, Robert Baratheon is dead.

hol up.