Asuras

Lostman Grafitti

She desperately wanted another smoke there and then, and Mana's hand naturally slid into the jacket pocket where she kept them. One of the two boxes felt empty already. Mana refrained from whipping out a cig, expression drooping into a wholly unenthused look. Was this girl suffering from schizophrenia? Her peculiar heterochromia took a backseat to the unexpected slight smile that pulled at her lips. One moment teetering on the edge of sudden death -the next, trying to play it cool.

Mana's hair had begun to sink and become heavy in the rain, sticking to her skin and obscuring the already dappled vision her right eye managed through her bangs. She desperately wanted to call her 'kid' again.

"Are you screwing with me? You were about to kill yourself. Though in your fucked up mind right now you probably are thinking it's right or normal or whatever," Mana said throwing her free hand around. "Look. I don't want your life story, but tell me at least what's going through your head... I wanna know you're not gonna get back up on that ledge when I'm gone. Do I have to call the police?" Mana threatened.

"...Stop smiling at me too."

Lostman Grafitti

What a loaded question. Why? Why not? Mana wanted to let out an exasperated sigh at the girl, but with her lungs constantly begging for refreshed air, she could barely even eke out several words at a time, let alone waste the breath to express disappointment. She swallowed, throat feeling strained with windburn. Standing up, she almost reluctantly let go of the girl's collar, and closed her eyes to recapture her composure.

"Why? Really?!" Mana groaned, still breathing heavily, "'Bout to dive off an office building and coat the pavement in blood on a rainy day... You're lucky I saw you from all the way over!" Mana said, lazily throwing a hand up to gesture in the general direction of where she'd just sprinted from. She should've done track and field in high school, Mana thought. She bent back, trying to expand her lungs, eyes scrunching in exhaustion.

"I wasn't about to just let you fall when I could run like hill to save a life. Doesn't matter if I don't even know you, kid," she said, despite probably only being a few years older than her. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Lostman Grafitti

Mana looked it up on the internet once. What it was the construction company was doing up here in the Northern District. She'd passed by one day, noting the dilapidated an unused structure that was being swarmed with hardhats over the weeks. It was deemed too old to renovate, and thus was going to be put to the sword. A large crowd of people were privy to the same information, and gathered as close as the smiling security would allow. It wasn't often buildings were demolished with explosives, and the event would surely be one to video.

Mana herself... She wasn't there in the crowd. She was fine with watching afar from the safety of a rooftop food court. It was tall enough that she'd be able to see the building fall. Mana didn't have the time to walk all the way over to the demolition sight, with her work being over in the Northwestern District, so this distance had to do. On her lunch break, she went to a nearby food court, situated atop a several-story office building, and right in between two taller offices. It was mostly outdoors, and despite the rain, bothered Mana little. She'd already scarfed down her meal underneath an umbrella, and was now just waiting for the fireworks.

Leaning over the cement railing separating her from fifty feet of screaming and death, a peculiar object caught her eye. Across the way, a body was moving. The office building the person was standing on was far taller than hers, and without any significant barrier to keep people from falling over it. Her heart beat. Was this what a gut feeling was? Mana shifted, standing up taller though her folded arms still rested on the rail. She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the figure.

Something wasn't right about this.

It was a girl, who couldn't have been older than herself. She wore a uniform, surely a schoolgirl.

...And she wasn't herself interested in the demolition.

Mana's hands drew aside and gripped the rough cement guard rail. If she was wrong about this... would she miss the demolition? Would she make a fool of herself? Did it matter...?

Mana's body turned in place, almost too quick to even catch her footing. She rushed for what she hoped and simultaneously didn't hope was about to happen. Her breath burst to life as her hurried pace, and she felt like an Olympic sprinter, with everyone else so slow around her. She paid no mind to the strange glances, and gave little warning to those who didn't see her coming. Some jumped as her apron-wearing frame shot past them from out of nowhere. She made it the street level, and rushed across the street. Adrenaline kept the burning in her throat at bay.

She briefly feared, approaching the other office building, that she would not be able to make it to the top... but surely if the schoolgirl could, so could she, right? Mana wasted no time testing every door to every stariwell, throwing them open and rushing upwards on an enrgy reserve that should have been voided a minute before. She thanked God that the smoking hadn't caught up to her yet. She got closer to the top... closer...

Mana threw wide the door to the rooftops, uncaring of if it would startle the girl. There she was... barefoot. A whimper of fear escaped Mana's lips against her will, and she burst forward with the greatest speed she'd probably ever express in her life. Her hand extended, reaching out to catch... her collar!

Lostman Grafitti

MeruMeru Konbini is located in the Northwestern District
Shiomi Hill Park is located in the Western District
Niimura Street is located in the Eastern District

Mana has sometimes hit up the karaoke bar with her friend Kento, who is the more karaoke-inclined individual of the two. It's entirely possible Mana has encountered Miyane at one such establishment; at the very least, Mana would be able to recognize her, perhaps have even asked for an autograph? Despite her looks, she's not above being starstruck by an idol, especially one such as Miyane. @banjoanjo

Lostman Grafitti

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Identity:
Enshiro Mana is a ghost, perhaps most in the way that few would care to approach her. A delinquent appearance of unkempt hair and sullen eyes speaks true of a wandering soul in need of help that any common pedestrian wouldn't give a passing glance. At an average and unassuming 5'3", she nevertheless strikes a certain nervousness in those around her; baggy, dirty clothing could always hide a knife, right? She either doesn't take particularly good care of her health, or some drugs are involved, but regardless, she maintains a pale appearance, and certainly not the sort gained by nobles who never worked in the fields. For all her downtrodden looks, Mana still stands tall and walks with a purpose and confidence. Familiarity and wisdom with her life situation keeps her head high, even if her poor chances at happiness should really keep her head down.

Psyche:
As a poor and unskilled young girl living in the city, Mana lives a life paycheck to paycheck, fortunately held slightly away from rock bottom with the inheritance of her mother's death. Despite the monotonous nature of it, she has given up on something better. A turbulent childhood and poor life choices have rooted her in a mental landscape of hopelessness Capable of taking breaks from her part-time but never-ending job, she loiters to stave off the loneliness of living with few genuine friends, and fewer opportunities to enjoy life to its fullest. For Mana, simply surviving is about as much as she can do, and taking the small victories here and there drive her to at least maintain a certain level of energy and activity. A nicely-sized paycheck after a hard week of work means feeling the squeeze slightly less. Even with an inheritance to use, Mana is reluctant to do so; a certain guilt and depression keeps her back.

Background:
Her father left quite early in her life. His involvement and importance meant so little to her, she's forgotten how old she even was, or if she was even old to remember for that matter. Left with her mother, a well-working middle-class woman who cared very much for her, Mana's path to adulthood had seemed as normal as could be. When she had turned fifteen, Mana's mother began to suffer from an early-onset dementia. Too often, making sure her mother was alright took precedence over her schooling. Behind and exhausted, Mana's focus on graduating with decent grades slipped through her hands, instead replaced with a desire to find peace from the nightmares of her home. She fell in with a delinquent crowd, whose disdain for the unmerciful education system meant Mana could fit right in. Their antics, aloofness, and general misbehavior only served to dig a deeper hole in hr life.

When graduation came around, Mana saw no future for herself, and quickly relegated herself to part-time work, a life she considered the only future for someone like her. No longer bound by school, but wary of the growing dangerousness emerging in her friend circle, she abandoned them in favor of simply trying to get by. Her mother soon died, but had the sense to write a will for her daughter before her mind had drifted too far gone.

Since then, Mana has been a nobody.

Quirks:
Smokes often. Horror movie enthusiast, but nevertheless quite afraid of supposedly haunted locations.

Lostman Grafitti [Character Driven Urban Fantasy]

@AsurasMotherfuckers with their missing dads and their dead moms. Did she ever do any hard drugs, by the way? Or did she distance herself from her group before things got too wild and edgy? Anyways, her life's inoffensive enough that I'm basically fine with it. Can't go without a convenience store in town, after all. When's she gonna see the light and start vaping?

@ERode

She's done a couple, but she can count on one hand how many times. The experience was too upsetting for her to stick with them. Her group during high school had only one or two individuals who were really invested in hard drugs, so the peer pressure to try them were minimal, if nonexistent. She tried them out of curiosity only. She would probably try them again, if the conditions were right.

Mana definitely sees smoking as a mature thing. Vaping would take away the magic to her.

Lostman Grafitti [Character Driven Urban Fantasy]

Enshiro Mana

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Identity:
Enshiro Mana is a ghost, perhaps most in the way that few would care to approach her. A delinquent appearance of unkempt hair and sullen eyes speaks true of a wandering soul in need of help that any common pedestrian wouldn't give a passing glance. At an average and unassuming 5'3", she nevertheless strikes a certain nervousness in those around her; baggy, dirty clothing could always hide a knife, right? She either doesn't take particularly good care of her health, or some drugs are involved, but regardless, she maintains a pale appearance, and certainly not the sort gained by nobles who never worked in the fields. For all her downtrodden looks, Mana still stands tall and walks with a purpose and confidence. Familiarity and wisdom with her life situation keeps her head high, even if her poor chances at happiness should really keep her head down.

Psyche:
As a poor and unskilled young girl living in the city, Mana lives a life paycheck to paycheck, fortunately held slightly away from rock bottom with the inheritance of her mother's death. Despite the monotonous nature of it, she has given up on something better. A turbulent childhood and poor life choices have rooted her in a mental landscape of hopelessness Capable of taking breaks from her part-time but never-ending job, she loiters to stave off the loneliness of living with few genuine friends, and fewer opportunities to enjoy life to its fullest. For Mana, simply surviving is about as much as she can do, and taking the small victories here and there drive her to at least maintain a certain level of energy and activity. A nicely-sized paycheck after a hard week of work means feeling the squeeze slightly less. Even with an inheritance to use, Mana is reluctant to do so; a certain guilt and depression keeps her back.

Background:
Her father left quite early in her life. His involvement and importance meant so little to her, she's forgotten how old she even was, or if she was even old to remember for that matter. Left with her mother, a well-working middle-class woman who cared very much for her, Mana's path to adulthood had seemed as normal as could be. When she had turned fifteen, Mana's mother began to suffer from an early-onset dementia. Too often, making sure her mother was alright took precedence over her schooling. Behind and exhausted, Mana's focus on graduating with decent grades slipped through her hands, instead replaced with a desire to find peace from the nightmares of her home. She fell in with a delinquent crowd, whose disdain for the unmerciful education system meant Mana could fit right in. Their antics, aloofness, and general misbehavior only served to dig a deeper hole in hr life.

When graduation came around, Mana saw no future for herself, and quickly relegated herself to part-time work, a life she considered the only future for someone like her. No longer bound by school, but wary of the growing dangerousness emerging in her friend circle, she abandoned them in favor of simply trying to get by. Her mother soon died, but had the sense to write a will for her daughter before her mind had drifted too far gone.

Since then, Mana has been a nobody.

Quirks:
Smokes often. Horror movie enthusiast, but nevertheless quite afraid of supposedly haunted locations.

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Relationships:

• Koman Asahi:
  "General supervisor" of the MeruMeru Konbini, Asahi is Mana's de facto "boss", though he is on paper just another employee. The absentee store owner leaves maintenance to Asahi, who schedules and manages other employees. His reasonable and hard-working nature earns him a lot of respect, and so the other employees effectively defer to his judgement. Aware of Mana's situation, he tries his best to net her as many hours as possible, and his own quiet demeanor allows Mana to interface with him more easily than others her age. Though their interactions rarely extend beyond work, Mana believes him to be someone she could rely on if things got worse for her.
• Masayoshi "Kenshin" Kento:
  A friend from high school, Kento eventually graduated (albeit with somewhat better marks than Mana) and ended up in limbo afterwards. Thanks to his good looks and socialite-esque personality, Kento was admitted into a Host Club where he makes an unusually substantial living for someone his age. Mana would never dare enter an establishment like a Host Club, but sometimes waits outside for Kento to finish with his shift, in which they often go elsewhere for a late night snack where Kento can sober up.
• Hiritsugi Suzume:
  Another friend from high school, though one that was not a part of Mana's inner circle. Herself the daughter of a relatively notable yakuza member, she didn't have the freedom to act out like Mana did. Still, they came to enjoy one another's company later in education, sparked by a quiet and empathetic moment shared when smoking in the back of the school together. Though their friendship appears mellow and empty to some, they share a kind of kinship that can be powerful even if silent. When Suzume has the time, their favorite spot to hang around is the swing set up on Shiomi Hill.

Locations:

• MeruMeru Konbini:
  A convenience store located at the crossroads of a major street that leads from the outer third of Tenoroshi to downtown. Being so close to so many other convenience stores, their common customers are those living right above the store, and those who don't want to waste time at mom and pop stores where their particular favorite meal brand may or may not be sold. As far as business goes, things are steady, with booms during the mornings when commuters are headed by or out. This is where Mana works part time.
• Shiomi Hill Park:
  A small playground built alongside a winding hill road that leads out of Tenoroshi. It is equipped with a jungle gym and four swings, as well as a sandpit carefully maintained by an elderly lady who lives nearby, and enjoys sitting in the park. Since there are no schools nearby, and the majority of residents are older, the playground doesn't see too much use besides the occasional grandchildren coming around. The edge of the playground overlooks the hillside edge. A great view of Tenoroshi.
• Niimura Street:
  A winding, tight street filled with both residences and small shops selling wildly varying merchandise. A very "hole-in-the-wall" type location, and one that is often visited by "punks" such as herself, though they keep to themselves near the bike rack. As no bikes have been reported stolen in years, the delinquents are left alone by police, though some unfamiliar with the area may pass by worried that they're up to no good. Mana used to go by this place more often, especially during high school, but has since taken to only occasionally catching up with the locals. Sometimes she sells cigarettes to minors there at a higher price than she bought them herself.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

My CS is complete! See just above. :D

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Big WIP. Just trying to get down all my stats and rolls for now.

Kolya Vaskov

Rolls
[Bloodline Start]

Appearance:
Average Build [+1 AGI] [1 Bronze]
Uniform [+1 VIT]

Untransformed

Transformed

Name: Kolya Vaskov
Age (Magical Girl): 16
Age (Before Magical Girl): 16
Gender: Female
Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Specialization: Psychic [+1 MAG, LCK] [Bloodline Start]
Kolya is the eldest daughter in a long line of psychic magical girls, and she takes the characteristic militarized powerset to the next level. Coming from a place that was once the focal point of Cold War, she is one who focuses on espionage and subterfuge. Kolya's psychic influences are sinister and difficult to detect, oftentimes ending up invisible to history, memory, and recognition. The range of her psychic influence is likely the most drastic aspect of her heritage, offering glimpses into the minds of those from miles away, and control in between.

In the shoes of a soldier, Kolya has a strong grasp on influencing the minds of multiple individuals at once, creating a team with perfect cohesion and awareness. A group raid on a target is oftentimes the action of but a single girl...

Weapon: Ranged [+1 AGI]
Kolya's magical heritage falls in line with the rest, and with it comes a characteristically military tool. Kolya can summon a rifle-like firearm with styling akin to the Kalishnikov legend of her motherland. Though the magazines are infinite in number, it does appear to require reloading, and does not have an infinitely deep well of magical bullets.

Power: Killing Blow [+1 MAG]

PSYBLOC

Kolya tends to shy away from using her killing blow move, PSYBLOC, not merely due to its guaranteed expenditure of almost all mana she has, but also because of the permanent repercussions involved. Her predecessors have all had a variation on the PSYBLOC power, each with sometimes small and sometimes drastic differences. Her mother's careless use of her killing blow power was the cause of the Nikolayevsk Incident, which has Kolya often fearful of using it herself.

PSYBLOC essentially acts as an anchor to the Overcity but in a warped manner. By bringing the unnatural realm closer to the real world and patching them together, Kolya creates a volatile region filled with abstraction and danger. Think of the PSYBLOC as a compound-sized region in which minds meld with reality to manifest deep horrors and inescapable labyrinths, all brought about by the very minds trapped within it. Expect to find terrifying real things within.

Perks:

• Money [1 Bronze] - A testament to her family's history and notoriety. Kolya receives a significant monthly allowance in the bank.
• Hammerspace Handbag - Though filled with mundane explosives and handguns, they serve as a much more appropriate set of tools when squaring up against similarly mundane targets. Where's the fun in decimating something normal with a magical gun?
• Training - It comes as no surprise that Kolya is well trained in military combat. Marksmanship is her primary skill, but knife fighting and hand-to-hand combat are not without some considerable ability.
• Interdimensional Tourist - When Kolya had first begun training as a magical girl, numerous incidents had ended in terror or mental scrambling. It was during one such incident that a certain individual, caught within the psychic realm, had found Kolya crying and unable to make her way back to the real world. With their help, she made it home and in the process made a friend as well. They called themselves "Nora", and followed Kolya around for some time before declaring herself an adoptive older sister. The quirky interdimensional traveler has since been in Kolya's life, aiding her when she needs it, and providing company most of her life.
• Overcity Shift

Fighting Style:
Killing clean over killing dirty.

Kolya is a lot less flashy where magical combat is concerned. If two quick shots to the head will suffice, then that's just what she'll do. This isn't to say, however, that Kolya doesn't utilize some fairly twisted tricks to get the job done. Manipulating a target to move an inch towards her bullets trajectory, causing a target to falsely judge the edge of a cliff or even plain kill themselves if their constitution (or lack thereof) allowed it. Rendering herself invisible to the mind's ability to recognize someone even "being there" is one of her favorites.

Cold, calculated kills are Kolya's calling card.

Stats (Untransformed):
STR: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
AGI: 4 + [1 Body] + [1 Paragon] = 6
VIT: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
MAG: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
LCK: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5

Stats (Transformed):
STR: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
AGI: 4 + [1 Body] + [1 Weapon] + [4 Silver] + [1 Paragon] = 11
VIT: 4 + [1 Uniform] + [1 Paragon] = 6
MAG: 4 + [1 Power] + [1 Specialization] + [2 Bronze] + [4 Gold] + [2 Silver] + [1 Benefit] + [1 Paragon] = 16
LCK: 4 + [1 Specialization] + [1 Paragon] = 6

Personality:
Cunning and arrogant. A cold repertoire of behaviors if it weren't for her fondness for being with others. For all her haughtiness, Kolya gravitates to company and is someone who forms very tight bonds with numerous individuals. If you can ignore the fact that she clearly thinks more highly of her own life than yours, Kolya is helpful and dedicated, even to your cause. She is, after all, open to to just about anything.

On the topic of "game for anything", it should be noted how true the statement rings for Kolya. It suffices to say that her moral compass spins like it's in the Bermuda Triangle, though the one constant does seem to be the well-being of her friends and family. Killing, hurting, harming -none of these things are outside of her ability or willingness to do. It should come as no surprise then why she so eagerly choose to side with the Ebon Mint.

History:
The Vaskov Lineage... even after their release from the bondage of a nation's greater good, and the cold dark halls of Russia's far eastern facilities, they continued to serve as paragons of the quest for military might in an era pitting two advanced peoples against one another. The shadowed ventures into using the psychic power of magical girls had died, but the results were more than successful. Kolya is a legacy to this, and though she no longer professes loyalty to but one nation, her heart lies in its original efforts; use the power given to her, and influence the world around her. Leave her mark, for good or bad.

Her personality and history were easy pickings for the Ebon Mint, who approached her nigh-on instantly after her release from family traditions. As someone who had no problem even indebting herself to the organization, Kolya took towards using the organization however she may. If they just needed her to crack a few skulls, what's the worry in using the Black Coin?

Incantation:
"Of cement walls and cold electricity, closing in upon the weak and pathetic. Ten thousand hands for one will. My commands shall bring about the perfect dance amidst steel and blood. Cower! Kolya Vaskov of the Arctic Flayers!"

Additional Info:
Theme

Patron - The Ebon Mint

Patron: The Ebon Mint

Patron Benefits:
The Black Coin - A tool that Kolya is more than willing to use, should the need arise...
Non-Exclusivity - With a best friend who is apparently also somewhat of deity from whence she came, Kolya has some additional cards up her sleeve.
Mystic Might - With some family members within the Ebon Mint as well, a psychic connection across the insidious power of the organization seems to be aiding her.

Patron Drawbacks:
Debt - A drawback Kolya is ready and willing to face. What could they possibly need of her that she hadn't already done before?
Betrayal - The worse of the two drawbacks facing her. Though confident in her usefulness, Kolya always has that eye on the back of her head, watching for the people she works for.

Patron - Nora

Patron: Nora (Deity)
A dimension-hopping someone that happened across Kolya at a young age. Aloof, seemingly somewhat dim-witted, and weirdly friendly, Nora comes off as the sort of god who only madmen would worship, if even she wanted such a thing. Sometimes Kolya wonders if the woman even is a deity at all, and not some lesser force, but Nora assures her, she is indeed a deity, and one to be feared at that. For all her strangeness and infrequent demands, they remain the best of friends.

Patron Benefits:
Divine Competence - Apparently versed in the realm of computers (what kind of deity has the element of "computer"?), Nora has bestowed upon Kolya a strong skill in dealing with computers. Hacking, building, networking... Kolya seems to know a lot about these things.
Paragon - Gifted at their first meeting, Nora gave Kolya a little "hop" (so she called it) in her step, to help her home. Something about it makes Kolya feel like the boon is more than just divine magic...

Patron Drawbacks:
Unknown - Clearly from some place that couldn't possibly know about her and without a defining feature to their rule, Nora's wishes are as whimsical as they are oftentimes alien. Even her single follower doesn't seem to entirely "know" her.
Arrogance - Oblivious to mortality, Nora sometimes asks of Kolya tasks that are seemingly impossible, or downright unintelligible. Regardless, they need doing, and Nora won't wait around the dinner table for Kolya to dally on them!

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Iskemia couldn't help but visibly grimace. She'd taken her to be proud from the rumors about her, but never quite so blatantly. Iskemia mumbled something of an affirmation, knowing full well the oni could probably snap her neck if it came right down to it, much as she put trust in Eristaria's judgement on how to act in public.

"R-right. I don't care either way. Elf, oni, elven oni... Walking slime or weird-looking dragon; I really couldn't care less. There a reason you get so flustered about it, anyhow? I mean being mistaken so often, personally I'd take it in stride as a big cosmic joke to my life," Iskemia chuckled. "I'd almost go as far as to say it's not a birth defect, but a unique feature to distinguish yourself, y'know? Like being special, in a good way. After all there's nothing wrong pointy ears." Iskemia took note of Eris's demeanor, and figured it was time to call it quits on 'cheering her up' in any way.

"A-anyways... Name's Iskemia Scolan. Pleasure!" she said, throwing an open, jovial hand towards Eris, "Do hope I can convince you not to smack me around later on, or really at any point. You see I was born with glass for bones... It's tragic. A real birth defect, if ever there were any," Iskemia said, feigning sadness.

@Seirei No Hai