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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@blackdragon@Polaris North@floodtalon@Rai -Forgot the mentions, my bad.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

The Hag eyed the two confrontational magical girls who had approached her by turns with some sort of neutral, yet detached expression. She did only blink minimally at the exaggerated gesticulation of the fire sword wielder, her eyebrow raising at how quickly she had declared a grievance, only to ignore her. A little better than the other one, the so called Wither, who had flatly given her a veiled threat. The Hag resisted the temptation to sigh, and slump her shoulders. The posturing... it was always that. Of course when a cosmic force tries to choose you to do a hero's job, your ego raises above the clouds... even if you crash down and suffer a burnout severe enough to turn into desperate measures.

It was a fortunate thing then, that the Hag had understood what being a Magical Girl was about well before she was disappointed, broken and embittered, and decided to stoically take it upon herself. Nobody was going to give her compliments. She would never attain fame. With luck, she would die with her body in one piece, without luck, nothing of her would remain but a vague memory of a mysterious girl. She eyed the construction site, the wind carrying no voice other than its own whisper. Silence that was proof that the battle was over for the night. She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the briefest moment of solace and peace well before another of these so called Dark Magical girls tried to position themselves against her.

Although a lesson learned today was it that she had not been alone. The maths on the Nightmares seemed to indicate another warrior of light existed. A small consolation. But questions could wait until tomorrow. She raised her hand to her mouth, the ring glistening under the pale lights of the construction site, and kissed it. The magical transformation that powered her garbs and weapon became undone, revealing her civilian clothes. A gray hoodie with a faded inscription that covered a baggy white t-shirt and shorts, alongside rather worn but thick boots and striped socks all the way to the knee.

"I think we're done for the night. Good night, and thank you all." She said to no one in particular. But that posed another question. She had undone her transformation on top of a crane. How was she going to get down? While certainly many would've asked themselves their question, Mari did not. She vaulted down to the operator's ladder and started sliding down with expertise, all the way down. "I hope that ramen shop stills exists..." She grumbled mid descent. "I could use some food."

Magical Girl transformation aside, the way in which she had chosen to descend was far from normal for a seventeen year old...

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@Polaris North I will post asap. RL is a bitch.

You Can Become a Hero!

Hi peeps!

Hider

F u y u m i

"Die, r*t**d"

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Asakura Fuyumi

_Age

14

_Origin

Roppongi, Tokyo

_{Physical Description}

Fuyumi is a shorter than average student, standing at only 4'9''. Despite this, she manages to look rather imposing, in no small thanks to her beautiful looks, and somewhat exotic features, such as luscious silver hair and haunting blood-red eyes, bringing her close to an albino, but actually being a byproduct of the awakening of quirks among the populace. Despite her rich doll-like idol looks, Fuyumi does pack quite compact muscles underneath the baby fat and curves. Her voice is also sweet and singsong, like that of a songbird. But that's where the cuteness ends. Fuyumi tends to dress in a delinquent, aggressive fashion, has bad postures and manners in overall, and quite a foul mouth.

_{Characterization}

Fuyumi radiates a highly prickly and cynical persona, always sizing up people and delivering verbal lashings to anyone who catches her attention. She is by self-admission a lone wolf sort of person because people are scum and are not to be trusted at all. She loves to defy expectations and more than often, the best way to make her do something is to tell her not to do it. She also likes to tug people's strings and cause mischief for her own amusement. She also can be quite ruthless when it comes to trading blows, as she considers everything fair game, and being throughout a norm. Beneath this rotten attitude, lies dormant a champion of justice, someone who will do whatever it takes to uphold the weak with all her might, and who will do the right thing just because she has to, not because of the potential reward and fame. She also has a soft spot for freaks, little children and injured animals.

_{Personal History}

To explain Fuyumi's personal History, one must trace back at both of her parents. It was like the old tales of love. A well-off citizen met with a lady of the night, and they decided to brave all hardships together. However, it did not go like the tale. After Fuyumi was conceived, her father suffered a severe mental breakdown. Unable to cope with the stress of his work and seeing how many heroes and villains clashed in the streets only for people like him to have to sort out the wounded and the dead, he snapped. And then the murder incidents began. One after the other. Quirk individuals corpses flooded the news in Roppongi. More was the shock when her father was uncovered, a seemingly mild mannered, run of the mill doctor, who had seemingly executed at least a dozen of serial killings.

When Fuyumi was born, her father was already in prison. Her mother could never marry him, and she had to take up her former job to pay the bills of the baby girl. Young Fuyumi spent her early baby years among drugs, night-life, gangsters and debauchery, up until her mother, who never gave up on her father's innocence caved in and gave her away... But by then she was old enough to remember.

Thus, her first years , little Fuyumi experienced loss and abandonment, and when the rumours reached her fellow orphanage dwellers, despite the administration efforts, she experienced rejection and bullying. A bad seed. A cursed child of a prostitute and a serial killer. Fuyumi's heart dried little by little. It also didn't help that unlike her colleagues, nobody could figure out what her quirk was, adding "quirkless trash" to the long list of insults she suffered. Others would've been destroyed and reduced to apathetic shells of themselves, but Fuyumi would not tolerate such a thing. She wanted to live, to feel alive. And she fought back with all her might and wits. It was then when she realized. Her quirk. No matter how grievous the injury, she would always bounce back.

A golden thread appeared before her, and she seized it with all her might. She used her regeneration skills to wear down her bullies one by one in a scuffle of attrition, as her newfound confidence and defiance found that her grades soared. Then, at some point, her handlers asked what she would do later in life. They advised that given her quirk, she could have a good shot at being a heroine and erase all doubts people had about her.

Fuyumi didn't want to be a hero. She didn't want to become that which had driven her father to madness. Like him, she wished to be a doctor and help alleviate people's suffering. But she had little choice. Swallowing her pride and putting her best face, she lied through her teeth, declaring that her dream in her life was to be a hero. Hook, line and sinker. She wasted no effort and aimed for the top, and her choice was Ishin Academy. She wasn't even deterred the slightest when she learnt about the hard line the institution had. It was all for the better.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

Well, to be fair, the character was made with the idea of a cynical person who was exposed to a lot of things that are... well, not ideal for minors, and as a result developed a rather thick coat of cynicism. She was based probably on the concept of some sort of immortal princess kind of time, like Evangeline mashed up with Wolverine.

Her development will of course show that even if the world is imperfect, and many people indeed are wicked and twisted, many others are good people when given half a chance to prove themselves. I also toy with the idea that heroics come from within rather than being taught from outside, and that sometimes, all it takes to be a hero is to be in the wrong place at the right moment.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Mutation

_{Eternal Blossom}

Eternal Blossom is simply put, super regeneration. Seems boring? Yes. Looks plain? Yes. Is it useful? HELL YES. This ability to bounce back from grievous injury and grow back body parts in minutes, leaving no blemish nor scar in the body guarantees that Fuyumi is very hard to put down, short of massive injuries like blowing her into tiny pieces or decapitation. Furthermore, her regeneration seems to have also tampered with her telomeres, granting her potential eternal life. (She has inherited her quirk from her mother, and she doesn't look past 20 in any regard). However, regeneration can be temporally spent by suffering a lot of injuries in a short period of time, and it can send her into a state of unconsciousness or death. Fuyumi, much to her chagrin, can't control her regeneration at all.

Her blood is also imbued with regenerative properties, and upon topical application or ingestion, it will quickly heal someone's elses wounds. Abuse of this miracle drug can however, lead to temporary quirk loss.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Peerless all rounder
Fuyumi's hostile upbringing has made it so she wouldn't neglect neither mental nor physical development and aggressively taken her to the next level. As a result, her grades are excellent on average despite her delinquent reputation, as well as she picks up new skills and talents with frightening ease, both inside and outside school. There's little she cannot learn or do if she puts her mind into it, and while many others may best her in their respective fields, few can claim that they are the same as her.
The Doctor is In
Her true calling. Fuyumi is a medical otaku, and she can deal with most injuries a student usually has. She is skilled enough to perform emergency surgeries, although this is more of a last resort kind of thing, since she obviously has no medical license or equipment. Furthermore her knowledge in anatomy gives her some leverage in fighting opponents.
Songbird
But nobody has heard her singing voice yet...
Street fighter
Fuyumi knows none of fancy schmancy moves of Karate, Jiujitsu, Sumo or Turbo XXL MMA Vale Tudo, but she has picked a mashup of dirty moves in her life, as well as knowing how to use the varied urban terrain to her advantage.

Edit: And I just noticed the Full tag. Damnit. Well, I'll just leave it here as proof of effort...

Royal Rumble!

-Edited-

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

@KillamriX88@Dezuel@Gentlemanvaultboy@rawkhawk64

The battle raged on. Celestine had barely time to breath and enhace the response on his limbs at the same time. Red Rain felt like trying to juggle an elephant with boxing gloves and on fire. And probably a pregnant elephant. And there was that lovely yet deadly bloodthirst smile of hers. He knew that she was just toying with him during the showoff, but he was completely on the defensive. Until both combatants' senses picked the same sound of a detonation. Cel raised a hand, indicating to stop...

The blade of the teacher was just a hair's breadth from his neck when he did so, but she stopped nonetheless at his signal. Both looked at eachother, then at the crowd that was gathering. Bak, the tank girl... had caused the explosion. Vittorio was by her side. Celestine was the first one to speak. Of course, the young Mephisto student would recognize his voice, or so he hoped.

"It's just a exhibition match, Bak." He said to the tank girl. "No need for you to, uh... blow up things?" It was then when he eyed the teacher, who had deftly withdrawn from the battle.

And was walking towards Bak, towering over her... her hand leaning defiantly and resting atop Bak's head abruptly...

Only to ruffle her hair. "It's okay my cute student. We're just doing a show to encourage people to train." She added, while pulling some candy from her pocket, that somehow, had survived the entire fight unscathed, and offering it to the First Year student. "Transfer Student and Health Advisor will pick up from where we left." She added.

"Excuse me?" Cel tilted his head, blade still on hand.

"Yes, don't you have an opponent still?" Teacher Maskono pointed at Vernon. "Go beat him. Go all wild. Don't worry, I will step in if it gets too hairy."

Celestine grumbled... he would probably not visit her place the following week. Had she told him to go all out? Well, he probably needed to, given the atmosphere. But for the time being, he raised his sword at Vernon. "Let's dance, Vernon. Teacher says so." He droned, in a tired and defeated kind of tone.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

What are you talking about anyway?

@KoL

The fact that the Hag said "Dark powers make people insane, and you should stop before it's too late" was interpreted by Wither as prattling about good and evil.

Made in Abyss [Closed]

Oof! Sieg reeled back by the ramming attack of the bird, visibly having being knocked the air out of him. It'd leave him a bruising for sure? Had he broken any ribs with that stunt? It was not time to dwell on it, as the burning pain overtook him. He gritted his teeth, anger building in his stomach in a murky, vile sensation. He had no time to waste fighting stupid birds and tending to morons that dropped from the sky.

Luckily his luck hadn't ended as a smelly, ragged girl got a drop in the bird and managed to get a critical hit on the creature's neck. I'm not going to question what sort of insanity is this all about. He added as he brought his forearms to his face to shield himself from the talons of the bird.

And then another girl landed. Were those wings? He thought to himself, disbelieving what he had just seen. It had the effect to thin his patience even more. And now it's raining people. You could've, you know, jumped at it sooner rather than find ourselves in this sloppy mess. But enough of this chastising, there's a girl to save. Sieg added, as he shifted his shoulders, his backpack now on his hand, gripped firmly.

He started to spin it deftly and ominously, as an impromptu mace, as he eyed the creature. Messy and painful way that is. So much for the quick way. He sized his opponent, crippled with wounds and of brittle bones.

"Deus vult." He repeated to himself, a mantra of the knights of old as he swung the backpack turned mace on the bird's brittle body.

Royal Rumble!

Mephisto's wicked Training for the Wickedly Inclined

Prelude

(Open to all Mephisto Students)

@KillamriX88@Dezuel@RoflsMazoy@Gentlemanvaultboy@rawkhawk64@Hammerman

Celestine rocked his neck back and forth, stretching into the open view that the rooftop of St Lucifer's High School offered. Having recovered from the fight of last week, he meditated thoughtfully as he let the draft ruffle his second set of female Mephisto's school uniform, alongside with a bronze, instead of ceramic mask this time, picturing a classical face. Of course the heavy duty boots and leather gloves had also became a significant staple of his current outfit, seeking to enhance the mystery of his Fallen One persona and identity. But that would not be enough for the old wiley's plans. Mephisto himself was up to something big the tournament... but the team that he and Clara could make... seemed quite pitiful. Full of dregs and maladapted people.

No sense of a team, more like a herd of cats in heat. Teamwork was only done to beat whomever made an enemy of two people at once and that was it. Something needed to be changed. Thankfully, he wasn't alone in this endeavour. That devil of a Man had gathered also teachers and not only students... and this particular teacher had gravitated towards him. Well, more like she was adopting him as his boytoy, just like the olden days at St Laurel she used to keep him as his surrogate younger sibling. Except that now, the relationship had changed significantly.

Perks of being of legal age, he supposed. He eyed her, in her gymnastic attire. The body of a sculpted war goddess, with taut flesh and strong muscles that had just enough to give her tremendous power, but not enough to make her sluggish. She flexed and stretched, her body moving in interesting ways underneath her P.E. teacher clothes, as she grabbed the scabbard of a blade.

"Well, cutie, I guess we're about to start?" She teased, grinning widely like a child with more bags of candy that she could it.

"Yeah, miss Maskono." Celestine sighed, and picked up a leaflet stack that was by his feet, and without second thought, tossed it over the roof, the thousand sheets of paper scattering in every direction throughout the courtyard. They had also taken care of stapling notices over.

Tired of being the underdog?
Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined
Lessons for training being offered.
See Miss Maskono, P.E. for details.

The leaflets also included a rather flattering hand drawn portrait of said teacher (no doubt sketched by Lightbringer himself), and a small map of the school, indicating the gym.

"Well, that seems to be it. Now to wait until they take the bait." Celestine added, shrugging.

"Weeell, regarding that..." The teacher known as Red Rain tilted her head, her grin still wide, as she tossed the sword still in its scabbard to the hands of the Fallen One. "How about a little appetizer?" Celestine blanched, as he gripped the weapon. No that wasn't in the plan, not in the plan at all! He added, bracing for impact.

"Exhibition match, go!" She grinned as she pounced on him like a pantheress, and kicking him out of the roof, while the Fallen One merely had time to parry the blow.

"WAAAAH!" He screamed in a rather girly voice, as he twisted midair like a cat, and making use of very skillful gymnastics, managed to soften the landing from falling from the roof with very skillfull spinning around a flagpole. I don't know half of the time if she's playing or trying to kill me. Well I suppose that's the spice I like in my life. He added, before drawing his weapon in anticipation of the teacher's landing.

And boy did she land in a spectacular fashion. How many people would nail a three point landing from a roof? not that many. "Let's train, transfer student!" She grinned, as she drew another sword as well. Both combatants looked at eachother in the improvised fighting ring. Their movements became blurs as sparks flew...

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

I do wonder what part of "dont do dark powers, its worse than drugs when it comes to sanity" can be construed as good vs evil....