Burger

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Renauld

Moniker: Renauld

Gender: Male

Countenance: At 5'11" with an okay physical build, Renauld is nothing special. While blessed with good health, no amount of effort has been done to hone his gifts. He has a fairly soft appearance; not a single trace of ruggedness is found in his face or body. His hair is similar. Like a fine silk, light brown hair messily sits atop his head and is styled with only simple brushing. His eyes are brown and uninteresting, but still hold a sense of brightness only held by optimists.

Facade: Renauld is polite. He speaks to others with as much respect as he can muster and is very mindful of what he says in that regard. Rarely does he ever explicitly state something that could possibly offend; in that regard, one could call him spineless. He actively avoids conflict between people, agreeing with both sides instead of trying to mediate or find a solution. He's often seen as 'out there,' appearing as apathetic to most causes. He pays attention to his relationships with people, though. Often a great listener, he talks about problems and issues with people.

Competence
Vibrance – B+
Gestalt – C
Conformity – D
Physique – C
Composure – C-

Statball

Class: Mage
Abilities:

• Magic Missile - A ball of light about the size of a fist that bursts from the end of the caster's staff to hit someone.
• Icicle Spear - The caster creates a spear out of ice and shoots it in the direction the caster is pointing. It freezes what it comes in contact with.
• Breath of Blizzard - A frigid cone extends from the caster, blasting out cold winds accompanied by frost and hail.
• Ice Wall - The caster erect a wall of ice anywhere where they can clearly see. Once destroyed, ice instantly vaporizes.
• Frost Shackles - The caster targets an area which they can clearly see. After a moment, the area will freeze over, locking down the feet of any within the area.

Equipment:

• Undamaged Wooden Staff - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. It's a simple stick, but miraculously has not been so much as scratched during its tenure.
• Simple Mage Guild Cloak - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. Simple off-white cloth cloak with a triangular pattern dyed with the colour of the guild on the hood.
• Winter Gear - Basic clothing for keeping one's body warm during the winter. Linen undergarments with wool layers over top and an unpadded coif.
• Simple Boots - Often forgotten, foot care is important for wet environments. Good quality, but nothing special.
• 7 Silver

My Hero Academia: Another Story

I literally shitposted my way to a chance at a second character

Hero

Judith Astera

Arachne

Costume

Main
Battle

└Appearance:

Standing at 5'3", Judith is a lackadaisical beauty. While blessed with a good face, her body is rather thin and unimpressive. To call it lithe would be a misnomer; there's not a single bit of suppleness in her. She's stronger than she looks, but only because she looks like a twig. Her presence is similar. The way that she talks, moves, and expresses herself is slow and meek. To the point of seeming air-headed, Judith acts with very few cares in the world. Judith's aesthetic are things that are comfy. Thick wool sweaters, ultra soft pants, and shoes that cross the boundary of slipper and sneaker are all regulars in her ensemble.

└Age:

16

└Gender:

Female

└Quirk Name:

Weaver

└Quirk Type:

Emitter

└Quirk Description:

By combining a mixture of sweat and skin cells, Judith can form sticky threads that she has control over. As long as the threads remain attached to her body, she can control them. Because of this control, Judith can quickly weave extremely durable netting, webs, and ropes on the fly. The threads are incredibly durable and elastic, but become less elastic but more durable the more she layers her threads. The stickiness of each thread can be freely controlled by Judith so long as the thread remains attached to her body. Once the detach, they can't attach at all.

Despite her cells having a strong enough bond to repel water and most adverse conditions, both strong acids and strong bases can dissolve the bonds. Additionally, strong enough cuts can still slice through the threads. Blunt trauma, however, remains ineffective at dealing with them. The speed at which she makes the threads isn't incredibly impressive either. She can't fire off ropes of webbing like Spiderman and the absolute maximum she can make in one motion is a two foot long length of fabric the width of her hands.

Because she requires both sweat and skin cells, she needs to drink enough water and be careful not to overuse her power. Slight overuse will result in her skin turning raw and pained. Moderate overuse will cause scrapes and minor bleeding. Severe overuse, which is obvious when it will come, will cause her epidermis to be completely rubbed off, exposing (and cutting) the dermis layer.

└Inventory & Possessions:

Judith's costume is a defensive measure. Created out from a durable cloth-wire blend, it can repel basic trauma and cuts with relative ease. Since Judith's threads can attach to the insides of the coat, she can much more easily move in the suit as one would believe.

✤ Delve ✤

By some miracle, the bolt didn't strike centre of the flying kobold's body. Had it struck dead-on, it would have shattered stone and bone, a much harder target than simple flesh. Instead, it passed through the beast's entrails. While the entrance wound was a clean, bolt-sized hole, the exit wound was much worse. It tore and ripped flesh. Blood spewed from the new orifice as viscera had been carried out by the projectile. But the kobold didn't die. It was merely knocked off course and landed to Oben's right. That didn't mean it was some super kobold or that kobolds were extraordinarily strong. No, the mutt shivered and tried to crawl away from the swordsman he once tried to attack. It couldn't get any strength to do so. All it could do was splatter blood and move dust.

The second kobold was significantly more lucky. As clear of a shot it was, the chance of striking two targets with one bolt, one of which had been moving at an adequate speed, was unlikely. The bolt cleared over top of the second kobold's head and struck the wall with tremendous force. It barely sunk in. It quickly fell out of the newfound hole and rolled into the ground, unharmed by the hard collision.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Quinn Leiurus || Anarchy Red

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Same old same old. The trip back to the prison was more of before, but this time Alcatraz was new and improved. While the exterior and the entrances were still as visually abandoned as ever, the inside was new and improved. This time, Quinn could see rooms that had been repaired, organised, and filled with basic necessities. The irony of living in a prison cell wasn't lost on her. Well, Quinn's kayfabe was still intact. So long as her identity as a villain and her identity as a person were separate, she could freely roam the streets. Some of her comrades couldn't, so it was much more of a gift than one could think.

Like before, she was first to arrive. She still wore her costume—demon mask, wig, and punkish attire—when she entered. This was more of a habit, though. It was easier to be a villain if you acted like one. To act like one, you had to look like one. Plus it was really cosy clothing. The innermost defensive layer also acted as a soft padding, so the coat was a lot more comfortable than it looked.

"I see that this place is actually funded this time around," she joked as she no longer had to step over random cables and tiles on the ground, "series B or what?"

Well, that was the extent of her sociability. It was easier to shit on heroes than it was to make friends with villains.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Renauld

Moniker: Renauld

Gender: Male

Countenance: At 5'11" with an okay physical build, Renauld is nothing special. While blessed with good health, no amount of effort has been done to hone his gifts. He has a fairly soft appearance; not a single trace of ruggedness is found in his face or body. His hair is similar. Like a fine silk, light brown hair messily sits atop his head and is styled with only simple brushing. His eyes are brown and uninteresting, but still hold a sense of brightness only held by optimists.

Facade: Renauld is polite. He speaks to others with as much respect as he can muster and is very mindful of what he says in that regard. Rarely does he ever explicitly state something that could possibly offend; in that regard, one could call him spineless. He actively avoids conflict between people, agreeing with both sides instead of trying to mediate or find a solution. He's often seen as 'out there,' appearing as apathetic to most causes. He pays attention to his relationships with people, though. Often a great listener, he talks about problems and issues with people.

Competence
Vibrance – B+
Gestalt – C
Conformity – D
Physique – C
Composure – C-

Statball

Class: Mage
Abilities:

• Magic Missile - A ball of light about the size of a fist that bursts from the end of the caster's staff to hit someone.
• Icicle Spear - The caster creates a spear out of ice and shoots it in the direction the caster is pointing. It freezes what it comes in contact with.
• Breath of Blizzard - A frigid cone extends from the caster, blasting out cold winds accompanied by frost and hail.
• Ice Wall - The caster erect a wall of ice anywhere where they can clearly see. Once destroyed, ice instantly vaporizes.
• Frost Shackles - The caster targets an area which they can clearly see. After a moment, the area will freeze over, locking down the feet of any within the area.

Equipment:

• Undamaged Wooden Staff - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. It's a simple stick, but miraculously has not been so much as scratched during its tenure.
• Simple Mage Guild Cloak - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. Simple off-white cloth cloak with a triangular pattern dyed with the colour of the guild on the hood.
• Winter Gear - Basic clothing for keeping one's body warm during the winter. Linen undergarments with wool layers over top and an unpadded coif.
• Simple Boots - Often forgotten, foot care is important for wet environments. Good quality, but nothing special.
• 7 Silver

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

now we just need a priest

hahaha
haha
ha

finding a healer is hell in a handbasket

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

As far as characterization goes, so far I'm still considering what themes I want to go for. I'm mostly just curious on what everyone else has planned, just so I don't tread on anyone else's territory.

@Rondo of Blood

I'm runnin' good boy mage. The nicest possible dude. Vanilla in every respect.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

Rest was amazing. In a bed so soft that she thought it was impossible, the poor Xu Jian got more sleep than she ever had. A solid six hours. That was like, two more than usual. Despite her slamming down food like she was going into hibernation, she suffered no ill effects. That was one of Xu Jian's many talents. Slamming down unlimited amounts of free food without any issue to her stomach, that is.

The trip to Bogd Khan Mountain was, in essence, like Albrecht feeding a dog. Every snack he offered, Xu Jian ate. She even joined in the occasional round, even if her mouth was full. The trip there was like any simple road trip. In fact, the only thing that could have improved on it was someone complaining and driver swearing to god that they would turn the car around.

Her outfit was simple and easy to move in: track pants, track jacket, and durable sneakers. Large enough to not constrict movement, but tight enough to not get snagged on anything. In her hand was a solid rod of iron. About five feet long and a perfect cylinder, she used it more as a walking stick for the moment. Underneath her track suit, however, there lay even more iron. Tightly and sparsely located around her body, iron bands made their appearance. Not heavy enough to dampen her movement, but strong enough to act as an occasional armour and general purpose material.

Then they got there. Clean stone walls, well-done decorations, and two stone doors. One was closed and emanated magic, the other was open. It was a rift, alright.

When Albrecht had opened the trunk, Xu Jian gladly took some free junk. Body armour was a bit much for her, but the gas mask was useful. Utility belt couldn't hurt, either. Worst comes to worst, ditching it and arming a rift creature with a utility knife wasn't the worst outcome. She hung the mask off the belt, keeping her hands free to hold her big stick. She didn't grab any weapons, however. No, something like a machete—even though it was made out of metal—wasn't as controllable for Xu Jian. The carbon that strengthened the steel only served to harm her abilities. She would just keep her metal stick. Better a Wukong than a Jason Vorhees, the debt-addled girl thought.

Once Charlotte suggested the amazing plan of just letting the killborg face tank every problem, Xu Jian could only accept it with a shrug.

"Lead the way, Jesse Starkraven."

When Paul had approached and asked for help, Xu Jian had no idea what to say. What to bring was often an insular thing. Only the person using their own equipment could know what to bring.

"A gun?" She earnestly suggested. It wasn't an actual suggestion; it was just the first thing that came to mind.

She didn't even respond to Albrecht suggesting that they poo. Pooping was for people who wasted nutrients.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

this is just a reminder for everyone else but PM erode your CS

make sure to

it's important

there's always someone who doesn't

✤ Delve ✤

Too easy. It was to be expected that the first floor would hold little challenge. The kobolds that the party had faced were only a challenge for newbies. For experienced level 1 adventurers such as Kori, Oben, and Castor, such an ad hoc ambush wasn't even necessary to win a fight against kobolds. Still, always pressing every advantage one could take was always a good habit.

With Kori's shout, the kobolds were taken aback. They were entirely unsure of what this adventurer was doing. All eyes were on the charging catgirl as she rushed them down with her greatsword. Using the full force of her run and the rotation of her hips, her sword cleaved into the first kobold's neck. Had the kobold been taller, he would have taken the brunt of the blade with his chest. It would have slowed the swing to a grinding halt. The entire force was carried through instead. The second kobold that Kori had targeted shared a similar fate. The thrust penetrated the mutt's skin directly below its neck. Slumping to the ground and aching for breath, it struggled at its neck to try to fix what had ailed it. It was futile.

Oben charged in alongside her. Striking the nearest kobold, he cut deep into the torso of the now-decapitated mutt that Kori had dealt with. Halfway through his swing, he felt a hard crunch against something nestled deep inside of it. Too hard for bone. His blade then stopped. The headless kobold's body began to wild and wither. Its muscle had lost definition, skin had dried, and its fur became thin and dry. Then, it began to turn into dust. The entire process only took one or two seconds, but Oben's blade became free fast enough for him to react to the kobold's fight back.

Castor's dash had been masked by Kori's rapid aggression. All eyes were on her, so he could easily slip behind the pillars without being spotted. The kobold he targeted didn't see it coming, and that was in every sense of the phrase. The nape of its neck had been skewered, the spear dancing between vertebrae. With a firm pull, the spear came out and the kobold slumped onto the ground.

By now, the kobolds had gotten over the shock and awe tactics that Kori lead. The kobold now closest to Oben had rushed him on all fours. It attacked the only way it knew how: going all in on simple moves. It leapt into the air, its maw aimed directly towards the throat of Oben.

The kobold closest to Castor had turned around at the sound of its comrade colliding with the ground. Similar to Oben, this kobold rushed at Castor on two feet. Leaping at Castor, it held its arms outstretched in an attempt of slashing at the lowered spearman's face.

The two remaining kobolds had attacked Kori to the best of their ability. While the difference of armament was great, it didn't dissuade the surviving kobolds. They charged the catgirl together with zero thoughts of their future. The one on Kori's left had claws ready to slice into whatever it could and the one on her right had its maw open, tongue wildly waving, and slobber pouring out.