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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Gray Horizon

So other people don't toe step me (since i'm first yeyeye)

Eliza

"It's a shame that you even have to compare yourself to me."

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Name: Eliza Dulotte

Alias: Queen B(itch)

Namesake: Eliza Doolittle

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Birthday: August 1st, 2001

Zodiac: Leo

Chinese Zodiac: Snake

Appearance: Eliza has a certain aura about her. It's bad enough (for her ego) that she's incredibly beautiful. In fact, she's so beautiful that everything in her general area looks absolutely ugly. She's above average in height (5'6") and her build seems sculpted by a master artisan.

Personality: In every sense of the word, Eliza is elite. She's intelligent, disciplined, and extremely socially aware. She's also an absolute bitch and feels zero remorse for anything she does. In essence, she's a born CEO. She's incredibly compulsive towards keeping her standing; to the point of starting clique wars, she would do anything to remain as the absolute perfect, unattainable peak of being the #1 at Linden High School. She parades her wealth as though it was nothing, but chooses to never share it with anyone else. Although she has a disdain for less socially acceptable hobbies, she's willing to put in astounding amounts of time in order to absolutely crush the hopes and dreams of others.

Short Biography: Born the daughter of a famous CEO, it was only obvious that Eliza was above the commonfolk. From an early age, she excelled at everything that she did. Violin, piano, her studies, fashion; everything that someone else had an interest in, she could do better. This had fast-tracked her to an elite school system, in which she would always graduate with top honors.

Unfortunately, a certain event had forced her father to transfer to a much smaller school that was considerably less elite. Her stand had manifested during that event, even though it did little to help her. Still, the seed had been planted in her mind and she had an inkling of what it did.

Her new school was a... considerable downgrade from before. Eliza was still determined to graduate at the top. After all, high school was only a stepping stone towards university, which would lead into her life of dominance in the upper echelons of society. And having her stand act as an anonymous hazard to others really made dealing with people easier.

Quirk: She constantly munches on lollipops. Not casually enjoying one like a normal person; she crunches those bad boys between her jaws like they're nothing.

Other: If she took her money out of the bank in cash, she could kill an elephant by drowning it in hundred dollar bills.

Lostman Grafitti

"Yea," Marina slowly replied, an uncomfortable pause formed between her words. "See you."

No, it couldn't end like that.

As Yasuo turned to leave, she grabbed his sleeve. She hesitated. From the Marina who had just committed an unspeakable taboo, a mortal sin, and everything in between, the words were unable to escape her mouth. She swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Thank you."

And she let go of his sleeve, unable to make eye-contact with Yasuo.

But this wasn't born of embarrassment or love. No, this was guilt. Marina wasn't affected by all of the death and violence up until this point. Nervous and afraid, sometimes. Remorse wasn't something she felt until now. What she had realized was the road straight to hell that she had carved for her best friend. He was complicit in murder and even aided her. Not to mention, helping her escape, stealing a car, and more. All because of her. Yasuo trusted Marina. He trusted that she made the right choice.

But Marina knew that none of what she had been doing was right. It was simply what she wanted to be done. When Yasuo closed that door and ended their celebration, all pretenses of Marina's emotion had vanished. No more smiles, laughter, rage, or sorrow. She remained drinking, unable to change the emptiness she felt no matter how much booze she put into her dead stomach.

✤ Delve ✤

Oben's blade struck the beast's stomach true. However, that didn't mean that his blade penetrated. The first thing that Oben noticed was that the lizard's flesh didn't feel ordinary. It didn't feel as though he had thrust through the flesh of an animal. No, it felt entirely wrong. As though he was thrusting into a thick slab of rubber, his blade was instantly slowed by how thick the lizard's hide and flesh was. His blade was partially stuck 4 inches within the beast's midsection.

And without a considerable amount of effort towards pulling it out, his blade would remain stuck.

A Very Bizarre Interest Check! | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

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Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

With their pace doubled, Renauld felt the winter winds cut into him. It sure was harder to move in the winter, he thought. The bitter cold bit at his extremities, but he remained bundled up well enough to not be harmed by cold winter winds. They then reached the wooded areas; snow still covered the ground.

Even though it was cold, snow actually formed a great insulator. That's what Renauld thought, anyways? He might have been remembering things wrong. He wasn't exactly sure of the mechanics behind it, but he had the concept of igloos stuck in his head. Well, not exactly an igloo. He was more carried by a feeling of "this felt right", as though he had done it before.

For a shelter, he began to form a large pile of snow, mixing the layers of top and bottom as he done so. Really, the rate in which he moved snow was rather fast; he wasn't carried by a sense of duty, after all. No, to him, this felt like fun nostalgia, whatever that was. Eventually, his snow pile increased to a considerable size: a solid meter and a half high, with a bit over four in diameter. With the snow mixed well, packed down, and sintered, it formed a nice dome of snow from which Renauld could dig.

And dig he did. His gloves were of above average quality. Water was unable to penetrate his gloves. By power of childlike wonder and energy, he had formed a shelter out of snow.

Then, he put in the finishing touches on his shelter: a hole at the very top to act as airflow, a channel to the entrance to ensure the cold air stays down, a smooth roof to ensure that nobody is dripped on during the night, and raised snowbeds with cheap tarps on them to ensure that water doesn't permeate through to the sleeper. It was a difficult amount of labour for the sole mage to do, but finishing it before nightfall filled Renauld with a sense of pride.

And finishing it filled him with a sense of hunger that crushed his insides. His pure joy in playing around in the snow had distracted him for the time being, but he was now finished and simply wanted to eat. Into his bag he went, grabbing the semi-frozen meat, berry, and fat mix and chomped into it with glee. It sure filled him up with energy; the sweet and tart blast of flavour from the berries, the savoury meat, and the filling fat made his labours definitely worth it. But looking around, Argen's stew was rather... lacking. So, in efforts of helping make it more filling (and getting a little warm food in him), he came over to the shieldbearer.

"Here," he said to him, offering a decently sized-piece of the meaty mixture, "how about I add some of my meat in exchange for some of your stew?"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

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With Aria quickly briefing the nameless knights that had accompanied their flanking force, Fanilly had given the signal to attack. Just in time, too; Aria had just managed to finish giving her troops the basic plan. Act defensive and form a shield wall that would slowly choke out the enemies. Without a doubt, the other groups would have raised hell with their relentless aggression. Such a move would force enemies back towards the "safest" path. They would only end up with Aria. With a platoon of spearmen and swordsmen who bore shields slowly advancing, they were to crush the enemy.

Of course, Aria couldn't let all of the glory go to those fools on the other sides. With the greatsword knight clearing a barricade of wooden spikes (really, if they were to be felled by a simple sword, they would have to be constructed horribly), she charged into the fray. Not dead ahead, of course. That would only scare any fleeing bandit into biting back. No, rats should never be cornered. They should always have a way out. The trick, of course, was making that way out a guillotine.

Aria would act not as the guillotine, but as a funnel to let those cowards enter her men. Of course, she remained close enough to stop any attempts of the Bandit King fleeing. With her spear at the ready and her shield on her back, she began to strike at the woefully unprepared bandits. Instantly, she was outnumbered. The fearful bandits fought back. Aria was much too experienced to be felled by petty strikes. Carefully moving in order to never be surrounded, she lead the bandits to have to push slightly too forward to attack well. Each sword they swung was dodged by a hair's breadth. Aria's movements weren't normal; they weren't that of a soldier. No, they were more akin to someone dancing on the battlefield. If any bandit had made a mistake, they would be instantly rebuked by a thrust of her spear. No attempt to block could be made; even the strongest steel that her foes could have possessed were unable to stop a simple thrust.

She simply ended those who were nearby. There was no brutish strength in her actions; every single ounce of her movement were precise and performed to the nines.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

i do, will try to get up post 2morro

✤ Delve ✤

Schllllgh.

The bolt that had Varanense had fired sunk deep into the lizard's eye. Even though Varanense's crossbow was more like a handheld ballista, the bolt quickly lost speed as it passed through the lizard's dense eyes. Even though his crossbow could easily pass the flesh and bone of smaller creatures, the sheer size and density of the lizard was enough to be an even match. The lizard, however, didn't respond. Even though it had suddenly lost some of its vision, the lizard stood it's ground and continued to hold the considerable amount of dirt within it's gullet. It was a good attempt, but it wasn't enough. Not for this lizard.

His call for help went unanswered. Dahlia was much more of a spartan teacher than her demeanor made her out to be, apparently.

✤ Delve ✤

Kori's attempt to taunt the creature didn't quite work. Well, it was to be expected. After all, lizards didn't usually fall to petty taunts. Usually. Rather than turn to strike Kori or attack her in some other way, the large lizard quickly scuttled forwards out of the hole. With its large claws scraping the edge of the dirt floor, an avalanche of dust, mud, and stone had been launched at Kori. It wasn't enough to injure, but it was enough to really peeve her off.

Unfortunately, Oben's strike was impaired by the same dirt flurry. He was unable to ascertain the moving lizard's new position. His blade struck the edge of the lizard's skin, unable to pierce its unnaturally rubber-slime skin. Instead, he would have to attempt to balance as he unnaturally fell.

Castor quickly moved to the side of the lizard, taking position of the flank. Recklessly charging in against such a dangerous threat would be suicide.

Words came from Penn. A chant of magic, in fact. Standing as far as possible away from the lizard, a sigil of magic formed at her finger tips as she stared down the giant lizard.

"Gaia's time-worn flesh unformed and rebuilt over the infinite expanse of time, create new form under my guidance. Seek true the point of no return and embrace order within my words..."

It was a fairly long chant, so it would require some time to complete.

The lizard, meanwhile, did something odd; like a hammer, its massive head stretched and rose up. It then slammed down, cracking and breaking the dirt floor. Then, it opened its large maw to envelop the dirt it had loosened. Chomp. The lizard's gullet had expanded to nearly twice its size. It was about to do something.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Arriving back at the wagon, Renauld and Argen had been greeted by a skippy Katya. When the young priest threw that rock, the amount it bounced was easily twice as much as the young mage's average. So he thought. He actually didn't remember the last time he threw a rock like that. He just had a feeling that it was about twice as good as him. Still, rather than thrive in some bizarre self-hatred or smugness of being bested by a little girl, he gave a big thumbs up to Katya. He was happy for her.

Renauld was surprised. Ettamri was actually... nice? The names were wrong, sure, but it was a start. Perhaps it was Muu that brought out the worst in her. He was actually kind of liking being congratulated by such a polarizing figure. It made him think that she had a small change in heart, like she was warming up to them.

Then she called Katya 'Turnip' and his expectations crashed back to reality. Well, brief moments of platitudes were a nice change of pace. Ettamri called for them to go ahead, a proposition he wouldn't refuse, and check their gear. Renauld did just that. His 'gear' consisted of his single bag (which held all of its contents) and what he carried on him, so he had finished in no time at all. However, what caught his eye was the subtle change in the river's colour. Then, Argen squatting and trying to reach for something in that frigid, cold water.

"...Something happened upstream."