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In Iris Ascendis → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The minute a bullet rang out on the bridge was the moment Chunji immediately knew he would need to improvise. Tilting his head to the left, he narrowly dodged a fire ball that would have set him on fire. A silver arc almost sliced his shoulder open if he didn't immediately draw his sword. The student that swung at him flinched back as if he hadn't expected resistance. It was attributed to the apparent confusion he was suffering from, but Chunji was going to exploit that.

In the next instant, the student found themselves unable to move their arms. Blood bled profusely from their elbows as Chunji withdrew his blade. With the threat temporarily neutralized, Chunji had once again parried another blow coming at him before dishing it back at the newcomer. Though with the chaos, Chunji was able to wade through the crowd more easily while deflecting chaos-induced strikes. With the students taking an effort to each other out, it meant there was a lot of more room to work with.

That was until Chunji stepped on something weird. Acknowledging this sudden change of terrain, Chunji looked down. What he saw was a senile old woman below him. A frown graced Chunji's face as he tried to recall whether or not the elderly were allowed into the academy. The question was soon answered by the trail of mummified people that laid before him. On top of the carpet of the drained laid a frilly, elf who seemed to enjoying herself.

Chunji had studied elves before. While the differed in the physiology of a human, their anatomy were relatively the same. She was also no doubt the source of the problems and an obstacle in his path. Was it an ethos or was it some sort of magic? Chunji was leaning more on ethos considering there was no evidence of an incantation nor evocation. Regardless, she was in the way, so naturally he would have to remove her.

Kicking up a dagger from one of the fallen, Chunji proceeded to throw it at the elf. The movement of his body was optimized to allowed him to put greatest amount of force possible in his attack. Where it would land? The arms and legs were too far from his liking to hit, so he only had one choice. The body. The elf had her back to him, so where it would hit was quite obvious. Chunji aimed for her spine as the dagger sailed through the air.
In Iris Ascendis → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It was dark within the confines the carriage. After being ushered in by his parents, Chunji sat silently still for approximately several hours. As the carriage made several stops, so did new passengers came in. At first they attempted to make light conversation with him. Their attempts failed miserably as Chunji didn't respond to any of their prompts. They knew he was at least listening judging by the brief look he sent them, but he returned to looking straight at him. His soon-to-be possible classmate that sat opposite of him had to look awkwardly away the entire ride.

Though soon enough the carriage stopped. The carriage man opened the door and promptly left to form a line with his fellow carriage drivers. While being the closest to the door, Chunji was the last one to leave as all the other students vacated from the carriage first. Not that he knew why, perhaps they were interested in learning more about the academy. Chunji followed suit of his classmates and winced as the early sun shined on his face.

Though suddenly things came to a stop. A voice beckoned the crowd of students. Not that Chunji cared that much, he needed to get to his destination. Weaving past the waves of students, her words finally caught his attention. Get to the auditorium by 10:00 AM, otherwise you're expelled. If he remembered correctly his parents told him to enroll into the academy.

And that he shall.

Immediately upon those words, Chunji acted quickly. Elbowing the person directly behind in the center of the chest, it caused the caught offguard student to lose their breath. However, another student would soon take their place, so before that could be done Chunji began rushing forward. In the human body they're several spots which cause the body to tense or lose function. Seeing that his entry to the academy was threatened, Chunji didn't hesitate to exploit that.

Whenever an arm came his way, he raised it up and punched the armpit. Whenever a leg were to try to sweep ahead, Chunji made sure to catch their foot and push them behind him. Chunji made sure to be careful with his actions. The last thing he needed was to accidentally trip someone into a crowd of stampeding students. He wasn't sure of the academy's policy, but he was sure that murder would be widely frowned upon.

Either way, he was slithering through the crowd at a pace. Whenever someone came to obstruct him, he made sure to remove them from his path. Failure, was after all, not an option.
In Expedition to Isekai → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Phew, what a work out." And not in a good way. Shun had discovered many things about herself during their time in the otherworld. She had apparently had latent superpowers, she hated Duncan, she disliked Masato, and now she discovered that she hated doing menial work. Shaking her wrists around, Shun wiped some sweat off her brow as she looked at their makeshift shelter. To be honest, it didn't look too bad. With Fujita guiding her and Ayana, with Rin providing some support, they were able to construct shelter relatively fast. If they could make a shelter, maybe they could put up some defenses in case they get attacked by the laser wolves again.

Speaking of her classmates, Shun glanced over to Ayana. Contrary to her behavior before, she had become a lot more serious as of late. Did her breakdown cause Ayana to change herself? A frown graced Shun's face before dissipating completely. No... it was her choice. Ayana didn't have to follow her back into the dangerous woods just to comfort her, yet she did. Shun still felt grateful at the gesture. While things may get tough, they still had each other to lean back on.

"Hmmm~ Okay! We'll be right back." Shun nodded as she took a plate of food along with Ayana to the boys. While she didn't particularly like fish being tired and wreary often caused things to taste tastier. She'd agreed with Ayana that the fish was delicious... If only it wasn't fish. Still she couldn't be picky with what they had now.

"Bon appetite!" Shun cheerily followed up with what Ayana said until she saw what was going on. For one, Yuki was very much still incapacitated. The only thing that told Shun that he was alive was the fact he was breathing shallowly. The first thing she noticed, however, was the big gapping wound that appeared in Duncan's stomach. No, a wound would be incorrect to be what she would be describing. It was a hole and it was leaking.

A goldish liquid left Duncan's stomach and grace the grass with its presence. As if drinking some sort of nectar of the gods, the grass started to grow rapidly after intaking it into its roots. Shun looked over towards the others. Masato seemed shocked at the events and Ayano was trying to staunch the bleeding. How would Shun react? Well, one hand she was still furious at Duncan for earlier. On the other hand, that wound reminded her all the injuries they had sustained from being in this hell hole.

Walking up to Duncan, she kneeled down right next him. Taking her finger, she dipped it into Duncan's new chest cavity and withdrew some of the golden liquid. Then she tasted it.
In Iris Ascendis → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



In Iris Ascendis → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Chunji Yi
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance:



Alignment: True Neutral
Personality: A reticent young man who performs all tasks to the best of his ability. Chunji only ever responds to a situation but never initiates one. He's often quiet and carries a solemn yet slightly gloomy air. Because of this, people often find him cold and weird, given how non-committal his responses are. However, if there's one saving grace, it's that Chunji is sensible towards others' feelings and input. While he may not do as much, he'll, at the very least, listen to what others have to say.

Internally, Chunji is a filial son to his family. Whatever they say, he will uphold. Their hopes lay within him, and he wishes not to squander any of their faith. To achieve this goal, he's willing to follow instructions that would help him improve himself. Anything that he finds trivial, Chunji doesn't put effort into them. Friendships, hobbies, and any desires are perceived as unnecessary. To Chunji, what's the point of something that is going to end eventually?

His duty as a son also carries a negative connotation. If there's anything that he is unable to become efficient in, he becomes incredibly critical of himself. When he finds something he is unable to do, Chunji doubles down and tries to find alternate solutions to the problem. This is most apparent with his lack of skill in healing. Even though he follows the instructions, the healing is inefficient. It has gotten to the point where he has started to use drastic means to improve his magic.

Backstory:
The first generation of Yi to be born in the Vaalin Union.

His parents came from an island called Feng Huo that hosted a variety of factions that succumbed to constant war amongst each other. Seeking a life without danger, they defected from their clan and rushed out on a boat. From there, they landed near the Vaalin Union territory, where they would call their home.

Soon, Chunji Yi was born.

The first memory he had was when he was holding a pen.

Then, the next would be holding a training sword.

Every day of Chunji Yi's life was filled with practical knowledge taught by his parents. Swordplay, literature, mathematics, and any mundane study that they held were taught to him. Chunji was allowed to be a 'kid' in front of his parents but as a string of hope that would grant him and his family a better future.

They lived outside of the Vaalin Union, which often was subjected to a less favorable environment compared to the capital. It did not help with the combination of his foreign heritage and odd demeanor that Chunji was not received favorably by his peers. However, that didn't matter to Chunji. He needed to study, to learn, to breach the gap for his family's goal.

When the High Bishop announced the beginning of the Wingram Academy, it didn't take long for his parents to immediately send Chunji over to attend the academy. It was a long-awaited ticket to escape from the outskirts and enter the capital.

To abide by their command, Chunji followed.

Magic: Occult - Taught by his parents, Chunji mainly focuses on healing magic rather than the destructive curses of his homeland. Unfortunately, Chunji is incredibly unproficient in these arts, and their effectiveness is dimmed due to his incompetence.

Prime Essence: (To be discovered)
Ethos: "透过现象看本质" (Look Beyond The Surface)
The eyes are what behold the world and perceive the reality in front of them.

When invoked, Chunji is able to see in any physical object in front of him. From a human body, he's able to see the internal organs, skeleton structure, and more. From a building, he's able to identify all the cracks and tears that would naturally form along with age and the foundations that support it. To put it simply, he's able to observe all parts of an object.

Chunji's eyes also allow him to focus on parts separately from each other. He can willingly choose to only perceive the skeleton of a body, or switch to perceive the muscles of the body.

Miscellaneous Skills:
Swordsmanship -
Chunji focuses on a more nimble swordplay that relies on quick strikes, parries, and dodges to create an opening that would allow him to deal fatal damage to his opponents. Shockingly, Chunji displays a great amount of skill in comparison to his magic studies.

First Aid -
To compensate for his lack of skill in healing magic, Chunji supplies with medical knowledge instead. Bandaging wounds and alleviating the worst of injuries helps out when healing magic becomes inefficient.

Anatomy Knowledge -
Thanks to his ethos, Chunji has studied how anatomy works amongst a variety of organisms. The joints that allow the limbs to move, the location of important arteries, and the importance of all bodies are known to Chunji. His knowledge is well in conjunction with his medical knowledge and swordsmanship.

Nerves of Repression -
Due to his upbringing, it takes a lot of time to raise an emotion. The mastery to repress his feelings allows him to think logically in serious circumstances.

Inventory:
Yi's Short Sword - A weapon brought over from the war-torn island of Feng Huo. Chunji's been told that it was a family heirloom, but it looks like a normal sword to him. A floral pattern decorates the hilt of the sword.

Medical Kit - A basic kit filled with medical essentials. It carries bandages, scalpels, disinfectant, and more. Though it is seemingly lacking bandages at all times.
In JRPG-inspired magic school RP with a heavy focus on story and characters! → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Same here.
In Expedition to Isekai → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It was a little awkward, even for Shun, when they returned. Shun acted as if she hadn't blown up on Duncan, though it was clear that she was now actively avoiding Masato and Duncan. Two peas in a pod they were and she didn't like peas. It seemed they were in a middle of something important seeing the two and Asahi crouched around a very much comatose Sasuke. Well, near death would be more accurate but Shun hoped her classmate could recover.

Regardless, she decided to help making a makeshift shelter. They had water, food, but not shelter as of right now. Somewhere to rest would be greatly appreciated by the group, judging by their tired looks and battered bodies. She too was tired, but work had to be done. With fewers hand than before, Shun tried helping with constructing a basic shelter.

The only experience Shun had with building an object was with repairing Satoshi-Chan, her moped. Though even that was a bit of stretch. Still, she had a lot more stamina and strength than her unawakened classmates. "Does this go here?" Shun asked outloud as she picked up a heavy building material. With a grunt, Shun helped stablized the construction while her classmates built it.
In Expedition to Isekai → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The sound of someone approaching caused Shun to stiffen. Somehow, it registered to Shun that the intruder wasn't a beast nor a mouse. Her senses had been attuned to the point that, she could effectively certain footsteps from others. Lighter than a bear, but heavier than rat. It was one, two of her classmate, Shun presumed. She needed to get her act together. Tucking her legs even closer than before, Shun was about to bury her face until-

Ayana spoke. Shun lashed out. It was impulsive action, but once the train started it can't be stopped. "Again, the monsters, don't you get tired worrying over something so trivial?" A laugh escaped from her mouth, before she whirled to face Ayana. "If you wanted to comfort someone, you should try comforting Yuudai. Unfortunately for you, he's ten feet under." Her body burned, the wind felt like it caressing her ears. Shun glared at Ayana. "You're no different from Nagashima. Our classmate died and the first thing you did was jump into a pool of water."

Was she the only one who cared? The only one who wanted to mourn his death? Even if they weren't close, Yuudai was still their classmate. Yet, why was she in the wrong? Was it so bad to cry out at the world? Nagashima was heartless, Ayana was thoughtless, Stewart was an imbecile, Kogen delusional, Asahi was selfish, and Shun herself was being too emotional. The threads that allowed Shun to keep her rationality slowly began to snap. Her legs started to glow with a familiar light and she started to stand. "Am I the only one who cares? Why am I the one being vindicated?!" Shun was the wind. The wind holds no regards to others. It can be fair and gentle, but it could be just as turbulent.

Though as quick as it came, it left as quickly when she noticed Tsubasa. The look on her face sympathethic, the same with Ayana's as well. Why were they looking at her like that? To a third party, it would be obvious. For Shun, it took her a few moments to process what they were doing. Shun felt faint. Slipping back against the tree, Shun mindlessly took the offered food from Tsubasa. The food was roughened up, but it still tasted delicious. Shun choked as Tsubasa thanked her. "...What's the point of thanking me? He's still dead." Shun sniffed before going back to consuming the food.

Shun sat there in silence with the two of them. The rustling of the trees and company of others helped calm her down. While she hated people, she also liked them. Shun was human after all. Standing back up, the free spirited girl smiled as if she hadn't cried at all. "Let's get back going. I bet Nagashima's already doing something to help the class stay alive." She paused a bit before adding on, "Thanks, by the way. I'll try to do better." The tone was serious, unusual of Shun, but she reverted back to her usual self and began walking back to the group.

It wasn't good to split off from the others for long. Who would do that?
In Expedition to Isekai → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Now everyone seemed to gang up on her. Ayana, Duncan, and Asashi judging by their expression, all sided with Masato. It seemed like a group consensus that Masato made the correct choice in having Masato take their defenseless classmates away from the battlefield. Part of Shun also agreed with Masato's decisions. Yet, why did Yuudai have to die? Just because everyone else survived and only Yuudai died was a good thing? There were many if, but with only one now, those ifs only frustrated Shun more.

Soon people started separating her and Masato. "I'd like to see you bury your friend's remains with your own hands," Shun muttered under her breath. Though as Duncan separated her from Masato, when he spoke, it shocked her. A chuckle erupted before it transitioned into a laugh. If she was frustrated with Masato, then she was absolutely furious with Duncan. "That's rich coming from you, Stewart." Comparing him to every other awakened, sans Ayana, who had taken a dive into the lake, Duncan looked pristine. "At least I fought and killed some of the monsters. Now tell me, what did you do during that fight?" If she recalled, absolutely nothing. He just followed and left with the others.

Rolling up her sleeves, she thrust her tattered sleeve onto Duncan's chest. The arm underneath was adorned with scars from her fight against the long tail. "At least I tried! What did you do, Stewart!? Nothing! You just left without even trying to fight! I tried my best, and Yuudai still died! Yuudai- He- He-" Something was lodged into her throat. Something hammered against her skull. There was almost nothing left of Yuudai. He must have been alone, slowly dying as everybody left him behind. If only she had noticed the wolves sooner, fought better, and made all the correct decisions, then Yuudai might have been alive.

Though that wasn't her reality.

Shun stood still for a few seconds before taking a few steps back from Duncan. Her head lowered, which gave off an uncharacteristic gloom. "I saw a monster earlier when I was previewing the area." Shun finally said. "It noticed me, but it didn't seem hostile. Whatever that means is up to interpretation." It was best to get away from the lake and find a location nearby it. Where there was water, life was sure to come to follow.

And Shun didn't want to be nearby any living being right now.

Without a word, Shun left the group and disappeared into the woods. It happened at such a fast speed that it seemed as if Shun had used her power. Whether she used it or not was unknown even to Shun, as her vision was blanketed with green. At some point, she found herself leaning against a tree. Her arm had removed some of the bark that was on it. The sound of rushing water at least told her that the lake was nearby.

Her back slid against the tree and landed upon the roots.

Shun hated people. If you didn't fit with their definition of 'normal,' then you were considered weird. A freak, a nutcase, an outlier. If you were any of these, then you'd be excluded from the rest of the group. Who gave them the right to judge people for their actions? Especially those who weren't even involved in the situation. What authority did they have to become the judge, jury, and executioner?

"It's just not fair..." Shun hated groups of people. Unlike Kogen, who yearned for their attention, Shun subconsciously avoided joining any groups. The judging looks they gave her made her indignant. Her parents were no exception. They all judged her the same. She was Kogen's polar opposite in that regard. While he thrived under that attention, she stagnated underneath it. That's why she always looked the other direction and drove down the road. If she didn't acknowledge those judgemental stares, then they didn't exist. If they didn't exist, then they couldn't jeopardize her feelings.

A faint memory appeared in Shun's mind. That day at Ayano's party, her head was bloodied after hitting it against a table. Dizziness overwhelmed her senses. She looked back at the crowd that gathered before her.

The group looked back at her. They judged her. Some were worried, but most were annoyed. "Of course, that freak had to do Something. Who invited her in?"
"Ughh..." A wave of nausea caused Shun to regurgitate, but all that came out was liquid. Come to think of it; she hadn't eaten yet. Between scouting the area for any potential dangers and meeting Masato's group, there wasn't much of an opportunity. The persistent pounding on her head didn't bring her any relief at all. The concussion was still present. It was best to return to the group, but Shun didn't want to.

In her current disposition, Shun felt like she would lash out at her classmates again. Well, it wasn't like they needed her anyways. They had everyone, aside from herself, there. The soreness from last night's fight swept over her. Perhaps Duncan was right; she wasn't trustworthy at all.

In Expedition to Isekai → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So far, so good. Everything seemed to be in 'harmony' with her remaining classmates. That strange animal from earlier didn't seem to do anything as she left so that probably meant it wasn't hostile. Kogen and Akito seemed to get along well, considering Kogen hadn't outright murdered Akito. The look on Kogen's face could cook some eggs if they had any. She sympathized with Kogen slightly. Being an outlier herself, though not to the point of becoming a chuuni, Shun had her fair share of gossiping behind her back. Knowing Akito, he'd throw in his opinion or two. Unlike Kogen, Shun didn't really care about other people. They can talk about what they want to talk about and do what they want to do.

That was until she turned her head around. For the briefest of moments, her face immediately soured when she saw Masato walking straight up to them. That backstabber.

Walking straight up to Masato, it took Shun some effort to put on her usual smile. "Well, hello, Masato and everyone. Nice weather, right?" Her eyes drifted over toward her classmates. Her lingered on Endo and the burnt Yukiko, an image of Yuudai drifted through her head, and her fists tightened. It would seem that today was not her day. "I see mostly everyone in your party seems to be the picturesque definition of healthy." Shun hummed to herself but then stopped. Whatever 'harmony' she saw earlier quickly broke apart.

Once Masato had found a spot to lay down Bansen, Shun dropped the facade. An arm grabbed Masato's collar and pulled him closer to herself. "You better give me a good reason not to knock the shit out of you, Masato." Her hand tightened. "I won't fault you for Yuudai's death; that was my responsibility. Tsubaki on the otherhand? If I remember correctly, she left with you guys and somehow ended up with Akito." Just like a cup of water, Shun spilled everything she had to say.

"So, let me say it again, give a valid reason why you decided to flee, not with everyone, before I throw you in that lake." Masato probably knew how to swim, unlike Ayana. Unlike Ayana, Masato wasn't going to have a pleasant drop into the fresh lake, depending on his response.
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