Burger

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

magic snipers are the greatest aesthetic in the world

musket lookin ass guns

floating magic circle for a scope

casting ten floating buff magic circles per shot that appear in front of the gun and so many buffs on yourself, gun, and projectile that you make ainz ooal gown look like a bitch

creating a magic explosion to send that projectile careening through ten stacked acceleration enhancing circles

spending half the RP lying on your stomach and pooping into a sock

probably my favourite character design tbh

Lostman Graffiti

Photogirl

Name Shimamoto Aya
Description: At 5'0" even and 95 pounds, Aya is not a very large person. Most people would call her rather cat-like in both personality and appearance. She has sharp eyes, an smug look on her face, and acts about the same as a cat in human skin would. She follows her whims, acts on instinct more than anything else, and lazes around whenever she doesn't have to do something. She has a pretty big love for pictures of urban sprawl and brutalist architecture. Her attire usually consists of things that are easy to wear more than anything else. Low maintenance is her code of life. Well, that and her camera. She's never seen without it.

World Building
Tsunoda Koji is a photographer that runs one of the best vintage camera shop and studios in Tenoroshi. He's a photographer and, even though he is fairly ungroomed and addicted to his vices, takes some really good photos at that. Though, his business isn't exactly booming and he's stressed about that. Thankfully, weddings usually give him enough cash to survive through the months. At his core, he's a 30 year old man who's never actually learned how to be an adult and wanders through life taking pictures.

Uchiyama Atsushi is an investigator for Tenoroshi's police force. He specializes in missing persons and violent crimes. He's a surprisingly gentle soul with a love of classical Russian literature and an above average detective. Straight-laced as can be, there's never a moment where he's not busy with his job. Unfortunately for him, his general pleasantness has resulted in him handing a few too many business cards out to concerned citizens.

Tsukuda Miki is Aya's manager at the bookstore she works part time at. She's fairly mouse-like. Her head is constantly tilted up to look at others as her height doesn't even crack 4'10". Air-headed and addicted to romance manga, her position as manager was got through seniority only. Thankfully, she takes her job seriously. She's ended up as one of Aya's close friends and the two often snack at family restaurants together.

Camera & Film is Tenoroshi's premier vintage camera shop. Located in the western district, it's also one of Tenoroshi's only vintage camera shops. It has everything a vintage camera lover would need. Film, replacement parts, and an open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, no questions asked dark room. Unsurprisingly, business has not been booming since digital cameras became commonplace. Owned and operated by Tsunoda Koji.

Amano & Ito is a used book store that Aya works part time at. While they often have a handful of shipments of the newest manga magazine and hot release, they most often deal with whatever used books people want to bring in. As a result, much of their catalog consists of rare titles, confusing self-published works, and horrible shlock that nobody wants to read. It's located in the western district and its traditional architecture manages to hold a homely charm.

Storage Dog! is a surprising meme among the netizens of Tenoroshi. Located right on the edge of the southern district and central, Storage Dog! is where people can rent out large storage lockers. That's about it, really. The most interesting thing about it is the massive, gaudy neon sign that has a poorly drawn shiba inu munching on a hotdog while saying "Storage Dog!". The act of cannibalism has since become a meme on internet message boards.

Cross Gear

Is the TK Group's office in a different city and the plane ride has already happened, or is that yet to come?

@The 42nd Gecko

Same city, different district. Plane ride is to get to the gate.

Cross Gear

By luck or convenience, the appearance of Michael Ongi and Da-Xia had spurred two others to join. The question of party composition came up, to which Hyun-jin had replied in earnest.

"Swordsman through'n'through."

With a sudden arm around his neck, a startled Hyun-jin let out a womanly shriek before almost breaking his neck to see who spooked him. An odd woman, of course. Almost instantaneously, he took three large steps away from the woman, coughing as he hid his flush face with a wayward glance and fist in front of his mouth. The young Diver was obviously not good with women. Close encounters of the feminine kind were not his strong suit.

Surprisingly, the blue-haired gunner's call for the blondie actually worked. Heeding that call, the blonde woman actually came over to join and fill out the party. Your-Girl introduced herself as a holder. Still, they weren't rare enough to attract the awe of most seasoned hunters. Having a holder on the team was definitely a plus. With finally getting the amount of members.

"Specifics are a bit above the pay. More theoretical and requiring of a doctorate to get most of it. I guess it's easiest to say that we're entering the night city trying to stab a thing with another thing and measuring what comes out. For 6250 credits a pop, of course. Anyways, anything more is pretty confidential, so here."

After rifling through his pockets, Hyun-jin handed the four of them a strange business card. Printed on a single piece of transparent plastic, the name TK GROUP was laser etched alongside an address. The name was familiar to most hunters; many of the high-end, prohibitively expensive upgrades that Cross Gears had possessed that name stamped onto the side.

"We'll reconvene at this place tomorrow at 'bout noon so you can be briefed on the more fine matters of this job and get a lift there. Ride there in a plane, too. So uh, get ready today I guess. Oh, and advance pay of 400c when you file the paperwork for the job," he said the last bit moving his head towards the receptionist.

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The research district was always a sight to behold. Between high-rises made of glass and actually clean streets, there was no place that made divers feel more out of water. Here, people wore tailored suits and applied product to their hair. Between all of the science and fashionable youth, it was hard to say.

The TK Group's office, at least in this city, was no different. A twenty story high-rise, it was about as pristine as could be. Its lobby was filled with chairs and seating, but appeared to be closed for the day. The door, however, was unlocked. Save for two figures inside, it was devoid of any activity. A familiar face and an unfamiliar one: Hyun-jin and a smoking woman with dyed hair. Hyun-jin was remarkably more excited, pacing around by himself. The woman, however, was simply waiting with a cigarette in her hand that aimlessly drifted its smoke upwards.

You Can Become a Hero!

Idol

Y o r u

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Genkuro Yoru

_Age

15

_Origin

Takamatsu, Kagawa

_{Physical Description}

Standing at 5'3", Yoru is perfect height to be an idol. Her physical traits are well groomed. Her pure white hair is cut to a cute length and styled frequently, her dark skin is free from any noticeable blemish as a result of her extreme skin care, and her clothes seem to just fit better than other people. To call her an idol rather than a hero wouldn't be too far off.

_{Characterization}

Attention-seeking
Spiteful
Self-centered
Artistic
Calculating
Vain

_{Personal History}

Born to two pro heroes, Yoru's chance at a normal life was gone from the start. Unfortunately for her, neither of her parents decided to slow down their heroism. From a very young age, she was raised by a series of caretakers. They were fine, but none of them stuck around long enough to make a connection. The only friend that she had during all of this was her art. Years of charcoals, pencils, pastels and paints had formed her childhood. Art was the only thing that made her happy, but the direct scorn of her parents for this killed any interest the young Yoru once had on it.

As she grew, her parents kept on trying to instill their sense of heroism and justice on her. Every heroic thing she did was rewarded by her parents with love and affection, even if they were such small things as helping an old woman move a sack of rice. Conversely, every time she showed her parents her art or anything else unrelated to being a hero, she was meant with disapproval and ignoring. Even though they were her blood, her parents never felt like as though they raised her. The isolation corrupted Yoru. She would be a hero, even if it was just for the attention.

Of course, the easiest path was through a hero school. With all of her drive put towards becoming a renowned hero, she was just good enough to enter Ishin Academy—the school her parents wanted her to enter. Her path to superherodom would start there.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

As a character, Yoru is meant to symbolize and exploit the issues of commercialized heroism. Rather than be a hero for the sake of helping others, she is a hero in order to become famous. She's meant to ask the question of what is actual heroism. If someone saves a life to save a life and another saves a life for fame, what's the actual difference between the two? Likewise, what does the effect of this commercialization and commodification have on these types of people?

Likewise, she's meant as a character who isn't able to do what she wanted. Her number one goal was to be an artist, but was unable to because of her parents disapproval. Being the child of two pro heroes, nevermind two absentees, has an effect on the head. For Yoru, becoming a renowned hero is a way to gain her parents approval. The fame she desires stems from the corrupted dreams of wishing to become a renowned artist and the belief that her parents will finally pay attention to her.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Going by the name [Black Paint], one can easily assume the basics of Yoru's quirk. From her mouth, she can exude a pitch black substance that allows for the creation of "holes". These holes can be created by the paint being placed on opposite sides of an object. If a direct path can be made between the two painted areas, instantaneous travel can be made between the two points.

Additionally, if something is covered in an uninterrupted line of paint, a light force will cause it to split into two. These objects are still connected, so to speak. The insides are covered by a thick black and a nigh indestructible elastic rope connects the now separated objects. While it can't be cut and resists almost all impact, the rope is limited to a ten meter stretch. Each meter is harder to pull than the next and the resistance approaches about infinity at that mark. Reattachment is as simple as placing the two separated pieces together again.

The paint has a simple weakness: it's a liquid. If it mixes with any other liquid, it will violently attempt to make things how they were. Any object intersecting a portal will be shot out via the path of least resistance. If a rope is wet, then it will slowly retract until fully repaired. Once the black paint is no longer intersecting a foreign object or reattaches separated parts, it will begin to wash off. It also lasts up to thirty minutes before flaking off and turning to dust, causing the same process as water.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

While rough around the edges, Yoru is half decent at art. She suffers from not actively pursuing her interests, but the effort she put into it during her early life is apparent. She also knows a bit about art history, but it's not often that it comes up.

Her voice and mannerisms are pleasant to listen to. This is less natural and more effort, as she has spent months of effort into making herself as marketable as a hero as possible.

She's also rather athletic. Not enough to win any competitions or set any class records, but she put the effort into exercising that she wouldn't be left behind by anyone.

My Hero Academia RP | Interest Check & Recruitment Ad

yea

Lostman Graffiti [Urban Fantasy]

bwaa that's the start of my character

foto

Name: Shimamoto Aya
Facade:
Urban photographer by hobby and student/part-timer by occupation, Aya is an eccentric. She's often the shortest in the room at her height of five foot even. Her blood runs eclectic with her attention span (or lack thereof). Most of what she does is what interests her at the time. She often calls herself a failure of a human being, though others would call her a human cat: a nocturnal being that acts entirely on instinct. It doesn't help that her other hobbies include sunbathing, lounging around, skulking around, and chasing around small animals. It's actually a miracle that her student life has been rather successful. While amiable most times, Aya is prone to bouts of aloofness.
Core:
An unsolved mystery is pretty interesting.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

anyone who has an invisibility spell is secretly ugly on the outside

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

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As negotiations broke down, the exhausted Locke gave a quick shake of the head. What a pain this all turned out to be. His temporary companions were tolerable. This new group, in fact, was significantly less so. They wore betrayal on their sleeves, especially with what the more-savage-than-the-other-savages said. As negotiations started, Locke wasn't one to idly do nothing. He thought about how to win a fight, if it came to it. Shock and awe; be the first one to strike. The plan was about as simple as they could be. In an instant, debilitate a member to take them out of a fight. The no-longer climbing Cecilia was back on the floor, so his fairy naturally returned to his side.

Something caught him off guard. When Glum pointed at the alley, Locke took a glance too. Almost invisible, but a boy was concealed. Magical invisibility? Was he an ally of the other group or just a third party looking to get in on it? Whatever. He wasn't with him. He didn't care. Then, eruption.

From the ground, a new figure appeared: a girl and her blob. Was she an enemy too? Judging by the stunned looks of Hawklen and Krenna, no. Someone who came out now was either a complete idiot or a slightly less complete idiot. Either way, coming out and instantly smiling meant that (for now) she wouldn't be a threat. Probably. Well, time was of the essence.

Taking a deep breath and advantage of the chaos, Locke unleashed a flurry of attacks. Swiftly, his body twisted as his hand collected a fist-sized rock. Without so much as thinking about the accuracy, he horked it at the "invisible" figure. While he could vaguely see the boy, he actually didn't care about hitting him. More so to warn him that his invisibility wouldn't work on him. Without stopping his body's rotation, he spun to face the opposing party. The words already escaped his lips by that time.

“Sek omoz!” He yelled with considerable vigor.

With his endurance kept in reserve, his right hand struck the ground. A black crack quickly moved through the ground like lightning and, in front of the Bard's opposing party, erupted into a cone of black smoke. Impenetrably thick, the magic smoke was enough to obscure vision as a sheet of pitch had been placed in front on one's eyes. It didn't help that those who breathed in the magic were inflicted with a distressing languidity.

But he didn't stop there. At the same time as the black smoke formed, his fairy was ever attentive at his back.

With a quick point of Locke's finger, the luminous fairy by his side instantly knew what he wanted. In an instant, two balls of lights formed in the fairy's hands as she pointed them towards their target: Glum's eyes. Instantaneously, twin blasts of light designed to sear retinas cut through the smoke in an attempt at blinding Glum. Such a move was only punctuated by the fact that such a black smoke cloud was ever-so-slightly translucent for the summoner's eyes.

Magic was unlike the more physical nature of combat. A warrior could sway a fight just as much as a mage, but there was one key difference: a warrior was predictable. Mages, on the other hand, had a toolbox of spells designed just for the occasion. If he were able to blind the wizard, then he wouldn't be able to cast his magic. Less magic meant more predictability.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Nah, she appeared afterwards. The culprit is obv Ciel.

@Click This

yea but ciel's image would have taken me 5 minutes to manually cut it out