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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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OBLIVION

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Ivy was sat at the head of a beautiful red oak table that had been lacquered and engraved with ornamental floral pieces. Her feet dangled from the chair unable to touch the floor, while her studious hands went chirping with enthusiasm on the latest illustration, she had in front of her. The sound of a tea kettle warming up was muffled by the sizzling of freshly cut bacon, the whisking of egg yolk by a deft hand equipped with simply a fork, and the jumping of the toaster revealing crisp brown striations on a now brown piece of white. It was an early morning, a vision of her father sat next to her indomitable in presence, face obscured by the hefty pages of newspaper. The print on the pages swirled and shifted creating new sentences and words that she was too unaware to notice. Her mother in an apron working away at the stove with her face obscured by the sun bleeding in through an open window in the kitchen. “⊑⍜⍙ ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜⎅⏃⊬ ⟟⎐⊬?” What could only be described as static, frayed through her brain, yet not impeding her from doodling. Both newspaper and her father shuttered like a damaged VHS tape. “⏁⊑⟒ ⌇⍜⎎⏁ ☊⎍⌇⊑⟟⍜⋏ ⏚⍀⍜☍⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⋔⏃⋏'⌇ ⎎⏃⌰⌰?” This time her mother turned with a plate of fresh food that was at one second eggs, bacon, and toast, now just a stack of pancakes from her own shutter. Ivy paid no attention to anything but the doodle, relentlessly scrawling away like a woman possessed. The kettle began to hiss louder and more angry in its pitch. Finally snapping young Ivy out of her daze to a paper covered in black crayon with the word Oblivion outlined in white. Her eyes snapped open, she was in pitch black. The ringing in her ears wasn’t from a tea kettle, but the fallout from the explosion she had no recollection of. Pain seared through her body as if she had been branded and tortured for a millennia. With what little she could make out directly in front of her she studied her body to no avail. Her skin and clothes had still be perfectly intact, no blood, no bruises, no dirt. Her stomach violently churned like a cream to make butter, expelling vomit that splattered what was left of the turf in front of her. The back of her palm sufficed as a temporary napkin, but when she pulled away the periphery of her eyes noticed something strange. Her vomit wasn’t the standard pink to orange hue nor did it smell rancid from the cocktail of food and bile. Instead, it was purely black and more vicious akin to an ink-like consistency. With her teeth and lips now stained with a heavy charcoal tint, she forced herself up, still hearing the ringing echoing through her ears. Sheer grit pushed her through the worst of it, sweat poured from her forehead absorbing the light bouncing off of Jacks phone onto the little globules. It looked like their wishes of toppling the establishment had bore fruit, way before the expected demolition date. Reeling from her mental and physical exhaustion, she still had no memory of what happened after opening the book, aside from chaos. Perhaps it was a curious case of wrong place wrong time, still, the president needed to be just that, the Commander in Chief. The ringing instantly was sucked out of the vacuum of her ear canal, allowing the shouting of Jack to finally pierce her head. She was right, whatever happened was bad and they needed to get out yesterday. Ivy looked around to see if anyone had landed near her, no chance. The closest was Hanna who had unknowingly put herself in harms way by drying stray tears from Ivy’s face. “I have the keys!” Her voice strained and hoarse, “We need to get to the car ASAP!” Legs feeling like pudding, she pushed her way to ivy, fighting invisible sand undertow. “Hanna, get up, we need to go, now” hobbling to her best friend with hopes she was still alive. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Nijima, Rui

"I can drink you under the table, hic."

酒 が 沈 む と言 葉 が 浮 か ぶ _____________________________________________________ NAME: NIJIMA, RUI _______________________________________________ EPITHET: SPIRIT _______________________________________________ AGE: TWENTY-EIGHT _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: SHE/HER _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: FIVE-SEVEN _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: ONE-FORTY-FIVE _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: JAPAN _______________________________________________ LIKES: DRINKING, DEBAUCHERY, DECADENCE _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: RESPONSBILITY, MORNINGS, AUTHORITY

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OVERVIEW

"I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine."
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APPEARANCE

"気 持 ち 悪 い っ て 言 わ れ た こ と あ る？"
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Rui looks unremarkable, but only at first glance. There’s little in regard of seeing her as a fighter due to her quite diminutive frame. She’s above average in height but her arms and build feel lacking in comparison to most brawlers. Rui doesn’t strive to be sinewy either, she’s comfortable in her wiry style if that. What she lacks in body mass she makes up for flare in her appearance, she has such distinct features and clothing that it’s hard not to command attention from potential onlookers. Her hair is a dizzying lime green, casting an aura when caught in the blaze of the sun. If the sun wasn’t enough to cast it’s light, the intensity in her yellow eyes was more than enough to account for. All resting on a crème colored surface devoid of any blemish or imperfection.

Her hair is usually seen pulled back and tied in a pony tail, falling to the just at the small of her back, to avoid any kind of hair pulling or wisps of her obstructing her vision. Red earrings hang from her ears and no make up is worn, relying on her natural beauty to carry the load. Despite her small frame she does have quite the buxom bust, only emphasized by her battle regalia. Skintight blue pants/leggings cling to her body forming a second skin, pinned under a deep purple leotard tight around the neck. The purple and blue combination is pulled together with a long orange sash fastened securely around her waist by an emerald. Matching deep purple arm warmers extend from her fingers all the way to midway up the bicep. White shoes pulled over her leggings complete her simple fit.

Rui keeps two gourds strapped to her waist as well that are attached to her fingers by string and rings. Serving as a way to keep her from getting parched or sober, but also serving as a weapon as well. The gourds themselves are heavily imbued with Ki from the first moments of creation to now. This has made them far removed from being brittle as she can also channel ki constantly into them if need be. The wire attached to the gourds allows for high velocity projectiles similar to that of an enlarge yo-yo.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Hey dumb*** ************ eat **** you *****"
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Just about any negative adjective could be attributed to Rui. Her demure presence is ruined the moment she opens her mouth. The beauty she emanates fades with the vulgarity and consequent belches that erupt from the bellows of her stomach. She’s rude, arrogant, incredibly violent and peevish. Having a filter was never a concept in her mind, alcohol only served as a vehicle to let those words flow out faster. Egging on her opponents or calling them offensive names isn’t beyond or underneath her either and more or less falls under strategy and general sentiments.

Her passionate ire is also manifested into giving her a fiery warriors spirit and battle tenacity; to say she was a sore loser is a far cry from what else could be said. Competition was born into her and has naturally led her to seek stronger opponents. She hasn’t met an opponent she could not smack down nor suffered a loss that left her on the brink or the throws of retirement. Losing was almost alien to her now that she was a tenured veteran in the arena. Fighting has been the only thing to ever bring her joy and negate the drivel that spews out of her mouth like a cesspool.

She isn’t completely inhuman, emotions other than anger and joy encapsulate her persons as well. She feels pain, mental and physical, as much as anyone else. She doesn’t necessarily warm up to anyone nor does she have a soft side, but she will cry and experience negative emotions from time to time.

BACKSTORY

"ク ソ 野 郎 "
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Rui was born and raised in Hokkaido, Japan. Specifically on the shore which meant harsh winters, which were most of the times outside of July, were much harsher than had they been inland. This meant that Rui was constantly cold and relied on multiple layers and the heat that warmed their home and the bottoms of the floors from the furnace located underneath and out back of their home akin to that of royalty back in the day. However, the family was far from royalty, rather her father was a fisherman. He worked catching and netting fish on a commercial liner he owned with shellfish and arthropods on his off time too. He spent countless hours at sea and when he arrived, drank himself into a coma which Rui never clearly understood. Drinking to unconsciousness was behavior reserved for salary men in Tokyo and her father was far from that. Regardless she and her mom exchanged responsibilities of cleaning up after him and tucking him into bed before he repeated the next day like clockwork.

Her mother on the other hand was a preschool teacher for an insanely tiny school located on the coast off the beaches of Hokkaido. This allowed her to supervise her daughter until she was at a comfortable enough age that she could stay home and watch herself. Some days she would accompany her dad on the ship and help where she could, but she was still far too young to be anything more than a hindrance. So she stayed home, in that she became addicted to the modest CRT TV that had seen more years than her at this point. Rui burned through all of her fathers B&W VHS tapes about samurai and martial art greats from his youth that now passed the torch onto her. One day she went from simply just watching for the umpteenth time to mimicking the movements of the actors. In place of a katana was an unsullied cucumber and in replacement of a body was her pillow.

She took herself to school and joined several clubs, but the most prevalent being the Kendo and Karate club. Her mother found these clubs too manly for a homely girl like Rui, believing archery would have been more becoming of her. Her father, however, reciprocated his daughters fascination with the two. Years would go by and her skills would increase and she’d find herself winning medals for local competitions that only amassed a showing of maybe less than a dozen children. Not much in the way of competition, but she was still able to flex her non existent muscles. Her father found it important to curate a strong body to match her strong center of will for fighting. She trained on his boat, using the ropes and bars for sailing to use as her personal gym.

Rui never looked at alcohol nor did she want to taint her body with such toxins, but the craving for her fathers inventory steadily increased day by day until she was unsure she could handle another day longer without the imbibing of the bitter ichor. She would wait until she was of age, but for now she would travel far from home to attend her high school from her prestigious entrance exam scores. It was a whole new world, she had only seen a shallow square of the world meanwhile there was a Mecca of technology and entertainment as far as the eye could see. While she was obsessed with her ancient samurai stories and movies the kids around her focused on the Justice Riders and being recruited by the SHINING. Rui found the classics better than what ever far fetched bullshit this was.

Rui stumbled in the beginning, not used to there being a higher level of technique. She found her footing shortly and climbed the ranks of the fighting world in Sapporo, both in school and also illegally in the trenches of the city. Her grades took a sharp turn in favor of becoming a delinquent, the top delinquent really, which brought negative publicity and the eye of the SHINING. They set a meeting with her and explained to her what she was, a nomad. Her mind could barely wrap around the meaning but she could feel the presence of Ki they constantly mentioned. She signed her soul away over to corporate greed in exchange for mastering her Ki. She shot up in publicity and popularity across the prefectures of japan, forgetting her roots and life at school.

Her thirst for alcohol finally took its toll when she had both the money and ability to buy her own to relax her from the exhausting weight of being a corporate entities caricature. One drink a night turned into vicious alcoholism, yet it made her stronger and her ki more focused. She unfortunately could not stay sober for the public eye and became a disgraced hero, losing any and all contract to SHINING. Defeated she returned home where her parents accepted her with open arms and more importantly taught her why alcohol had seemed as necessary as water. She bided her time at home before rejecting the title of nomad and taking on something more familiar, Ronin. She was disgraced and had no master so she would seek them out and destroy. For the next few years she would roam around from country to country seeking out opponents. It wasn’t until she found the flyer for the tournament in Brazil did she finally find a sense of purpose once more.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"Gross! You got your blood on me."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Time-out, I need a drink."
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Rui’s fighting style is twofold and relies on a very specific mechanic that revolves around what makes her uniquely a nomad. Unlike most people, Rui has an extra organ in her body that operates like a secondary stomach. A sack that unlike holding and digesting food, holds and breaks down alcohol. As a specialized organ the breakdown of alcohol is broken down much slower and remains active in the system for much longer. Normally this would inhibit anyone from doing anything, keeping them in a dangerous state of inebriation, but Rui has mastered the careful tipping point that her organ provides. Rui keeps her organ at the precipice of being full, without hitting the brim. She requires the alcohol in her body to perform the abilities and martial arts she’s specialized herself in. The more she burns the more she sweats which releases a slight alcoholic vapor. If she rapidly burns through her reserves she instantly becomes hung over and her martial arts suffers by becoming slower and more predictable.

To keep her levels manageable she’ll constantly sip from her gourds during battle, conserving the liquor until fully depleted. She possess two gourds for specific reasons, one gourd contains 白金 (Shirogane) which is light/clear alcohol from rice and the other containing 黒鉄 (Kurogane) which is a dark and heavy liquor mostly consisting of wheat and barley. Filling up on Shirogane grants her incredible fluidity, speed, and unpredictability in her movements. What she loses in strength and durability in this mode she makes up for agility and grapples. Filling up on Kurogane grants her immense strength and durability, she becomes almost unmovable and the ability to deal terrifying damage from strikes and blows. If all else fails she can consume and mix both liquors giving way to both attributes, but causing immense strain on her body and evaporating from her system at an accelerated rate.

While these two are her dominate fighting styles, they both utilize the martial arts she’s practiced. Originally, she pursued kendo and karate, but kendo had been shelved to focus on hand-to-hand. Eventually due to her drinking style she sought the ancient martial art from China known as zuì quán (drunken boxing/drunken arts) both the Buddhist and Daoist style as a well as the Northern and Southern fist. The practice mimicked the moves of a drunken fighter, Rui was actually drunk most of the time, leading her to elevate the martial arts and infuse hints of almost everything East Asian. Overall she relies on powerful strikes and grappling, she prefers to use her unpredictability and fluid movements to be a gap closer, but will control medium to long range with her gourds.

Beyond her fist she also relies on her gourds, not just for providing her with her liquor but as weapons themselves. As mentioned before they are attached to her hands by wires and strings giving her easy access. The gourds can move and grind off the wires giving them a high velocity allowing them to be used as a weapon similar to the Chinese Meteor Hammer.

SIGNATURE MOVES

" 乾杯！！"
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■ [Is it hot in here?]

[Akin to hyperhydrosis, Rui uses her ki to rapidly sweat out the alcohol in her system to allow her a vicious liquid membrane that covers her skin and body, allowing her to become slick and harder to grapple]

■ [Hot breath]

[Rui expels noxious gas that smells almost of pure ethanol in a semi transparent cloud that she quickly ignites with a flick of her wire to ignite creating a short range explosion]

■ [Get your feet wet]

[Rui will send her gourds out spinning at high velocity at her opponent. When in range she’ll pull to release the cork and splash some alcohol on her opponents. Depending on the quantity, the smell can be enough to cause disgust, but more importantly make them more flammable and susceptible to being lit aflame]

■ [Around the world]

[Launching her target into the air with a high kick, Rui somersaults into the air and twists her strings and gourds around the opponent binding them. In a crescent arc she lands with the aim to bring their head to the pavement]

■ [Back off!]

[Rui creates distance by sliding back and shooting her gourds out at the floor, one to drive back and stumble if an opponent chases and another to ricochet off the ground to follow any airborne dashes]

■ [Snarling Dragon]

[Rui imbibes a swig of alcohol before expelling it and igniting it upon leaving her mouth creating a long range fireball]

SUPER MOVES

"Flashy? Just put it on the rocks"
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■ [Acid Reflux]

[More of a last ditch effort ability or one used to cover her bases when in her hangover form. The sack in her body becomes filled with bile after being completely emptied. Instead of spitting fire she spews acidic bile that burns the opponent in a spray or on the ground. Can get chunky]

■ [Phoenix Eye Fist]

[A famous martial arts move where the energy of attacks is focused into one knuckle instead of losing the dispersion through the body. Rui can condense the ki in her body and channel it into her single knuckle coating her hand in a lime green aura than can either be condensed into a ki glove, a ball of energy around her hand, or a concentrated blast of destructive energy]

■ [Drunken furry fist]

[Rui viciously stomps on the floor creating tremors that unsteady the opponent. She’ll rush in and deliver a series of furious blows in blinding speed, mostly aimed at the center of the body. A high knee send them up in the air before she jumps up to grab them in a power bomb position]

■ [Have a drink on me]

[A super simple, but pungent ability. Rui shoves a mixture of both her liquors from her gourd down the throat of her opponent until it’s completely finished. Sending the opponent into an immediate drunken state that leaves them vomiting profusely]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"さよなら"
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Rui is an excellent close ranged fighter and master grappler which leaves her no stranger to being up close and personal. And while most of her skills are ways to combat distance or close it, she does not have many tools in her kit to defend against an onslaught of long range barrages. Her other weakness stems from her fighting style. She must be constantly aware of her ki displacement in her specialized organ and in her gourds to really maximize her skills in battle. She’s no push over when she is sober but she feels a bit more antiquated when she has to fight like that.

OTHER

"Hate to be your first loss of the day"
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Have you ever seen someone catch a fish diving off the side of a ship in the dead of winter?

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Nijima, Rui

"I can drink you under the table, hic."

酒 が 沈 む と言 葉 が 浮 か ぶ _____________________________________________________ NAME: NIJIMA, RUI _______________________________________________ EPITHET: SPIRIT _______________________________________________ AGE: TWENTY-EIGHT _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: SHE/HER _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: FIVE-SEVEN _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: ONE-FORTY-FIVE _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: JAPAN _______________________________________________ LIKES: DRINKING, DEBAUCHERY, DECADENCE _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: RESPONSBILITY, MORNINGS, AUTHORITY

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OVERVIEW

"I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine."
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APPEARANCE

"気 持 ち 悪 い っ て 言 わ れ た こ と あ る？"
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Rui looks unremarkable, but only at first glance. There’s little in regard of seeing her as a fighter due to her quite diminutive frame. She’s above average in height but her arms and build feel lacking in comparison to most brawlers. Rui doesn’t strive to be sinewy either, she’s comfortable in her wiry style if that. What she lacks in body mass she makes up for flare in her appearance, she has such distinct features and clothing that it’s hard not to command attention from potential onlookers. Her hair is a dizzying lime green, casting an aura when caught in the blaze of the sun. If the sun wasn’t enough to cast it’s light, the intensity in her yellow eyes was more than enough to account for. All resting on a crème colored surface devoid of any blemish or imperfection.

Her hair is usually seen pulled back and tied in a pony tail, falling to the just at the small of her back, to avoid any kind of hair pulling or wisps of her obstructing her vision. Red earrings hang from her ears and no make up is worn, relying on her natural beauty to carry the load. Despite her small frame she does have quite the buxom bust, only emphasized by her battle regalia. Skintight blue pants/leggings cling to her body forming a second skin, pinned under a deep purple leotard tight around the neck. The purple and blue combination is pulled together with a long orange sash fastened securely around her waist by an emerald. Matching deep purple arm warmers extend from her fingers all the way to midway up the bicep. White shoes pulled over her leggings complete her simple fit.

Rui keeps two gourds strapped to her waist as well that are attached to her fingers by string and rings. Serving as a way to keep her from getting parched or sober, but also serving as a weapon as well. The gourds themselves are heavily imbued with Ki from the first moments of creation to now. This has made them far removed from being brittle as she can also channel ki constantly into them if need be. The wire attached to the gourds allows for high velocity projectiles similar to that of an enlarge yo-yo.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Hey dumb*** ************ eat **** you *****"
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Just about any negative adjective could be attributed to Rui. Her demure presence is ruined the moment she opens her mouth. The beauty she emanates fades with the vulgarity and consequent belches that erupt from the bellows of her stomach. She’s rude, arrogant, incredibly violent and peevish. Having a filter was never a concept in her mind, alcohol only served as a vehicle to let those words flow out faster. Egging on her opponents or calling them offensive names isn’t beyond or underneath her either and more or less falls under strategy and general sentiments.

Her passionate ire is also manifested into giving her a fiery warriors spirit and battle tenacity; to say she was a sore loser is a far cry from what else could be said. Competition was born into her and has naturally led her to seek stronger opponents. She hasn’t met an opponent she could not smack down nor suffered a loss that left her on the brink or the throws of retirement. Losing was almost alien to her now that she was a tenured veteran in the arena. Fighting has been the only thing to ever bring her joy and negate the drivel that spews out of her mouth like a cesspool.

She isn’t completely inhuman, emotions other than anger and joy encapsulate her persons as well. She feels pain, mental and physical, as much as anyone else. She doesn’t necessarily warm up to anyone nor does she have a soft side, but she will cry and experience negative emotions from time to time.

BACKSTORY

"ク ソ 野 郎 "
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Rui was born and raised in Hokkaido, Japan. Specifically on the shore which meant harsh winters, which were most of the times outside of July, were much harsher than had they been inland. This meant that Rui was constantly cold and relied on multiple layers and the heat that warmed their home and the bottoms of the floors from the furnace located underneath and out back of their home akin to that of royalty back in the day. However, the family was far from royalty, rather her father was a fisherman. He worked catching and netting fish on a commercial liner he owned with shellfish and arthropods on his off time too. He spent countless hours at sea and when he arrived, drank himself into a coma which Rui never clearly understood. Drinking to unconsciousness was behavior reserved for salary men in Tokyo and her father was far from that. Regardless she and her mom exchanged responsibilities of cleaning up after him and tucking him into bed before he repeated the next day like clockwork.

Her mother on the other hand was a preschool teacher for an insanely tiny school located on the coast off the beaches of Hokkaido. This allowed her to supervise her daughter until she was at a comfortable enough age that she could stay home and watch herself. Some days she would accompany her dad on the ship and help where she could, but she was still far too young to be anything more than a hindrance. So she stayed home, in that she became addicted to the modest CRT TV that had seen more years than her at this point. Rui burned through all of her fathers B&W VHS tapes about samurai and martial art greats from his youth that now passed the torch onto her. One day she went from simply just watching for the umpteenth time to mimicking the movements of the actors. In place of a katana was an unsullied cucumber and in replacement of a body was her pillow.

She took herself to school and joined several clubs, but the most prevalent being the Kendo and Karate club. Her mother found these clubs too manly for a homely girl like Rui, believing archery would have been more becoming of her. Her father, however, reciprocated his daughters fascination with the two. Years would go by and her skills would increase and she’d find herself winning medals for local competitions that only amassed a showing of maybe less than a dozen children. Not much in the way of competition, but she was still able to flex her non existent muscles. Her father found it important to curate a strong body to match her strong center of will for fighting. She trained on his boat, using the ropes and bars for sailing to use as her personal gym.

Rui never looked at alcohol nor did she want to taint her body with such toxins, but the craving for her fathers inventory steadily increased day by day until she was unsure she could handle another day longer without the imbibing of the bitter ichor. She would wait until she was of age, but for now she would travel far from home to attend her high school from her prestigious entrance exam scores. It was a whole new world, she had only seen a shallow square of the world meanwhile there was a Mecca of technology and entertainment as far as the eye could see. While she was obsessed with her ancient samurai stories and movies the kids around her focused on the Justice Riders and being recruited by the SHINING. Rui found the classics better than what ever far fetched bullshit this was.

Rui stumbled in the beginning, not used to there being a higher level of technique. She found her footing shortly and climbed the ranks of the fighting world in Sapporo, both in school and also illegally in the trenches of the city. Her grades took a sharp turn in favor of becoming a delinquent, the top delinquent really, which brought negative publicity and the eye of the SHINING. They set a meeting with her and explained to her what she was, a nomad. Her mind could barely wrap around the meaning but she could feel the presence of Ki they constantly mentioned. She signed her soul away over to corporate greed in exchange for mastering her Ki. She shot up in publicity and popularity across the prefectures of japan, forgetting her roots and life at school.

Her thirst for alcohol finally took its toll when she had both the money and ability to buy her own to relax her from the exhausting weight of being a corporate entities caricature. One drink a night turned into vicious alcoholism, yet it made her stronger and her ki more focused. She unfortunately could not stay sober for the public eye and became a disgraced hero, losing any and all contract to SHINING. Defeated she returned home where her parents accepted her with open arms and more importantly taught her why alcohol had seemed as necessary as water. She bided her time at home before rejecting the title of nomad and taking on something more familiar, Ronin. She was disgraced and had no master so she would seek them out and destroy. For the next few years she would roam around from country to country seeking out opponents. It wasn’t until she found the flyer for the tournament in Brazil did she finally find a sense of purpose once more.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"Gross! You got your blood on me."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Time-out, I need a drink."
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Rui’s fighting style is twofold and relies on a very specific mechanic that revolves around what makes her uniquely a nomad. Unlike most people, Rui has an extra organ in her body that operates like a secondary stomach. A sack that unlike holding and digesting food, holds and breaks down alcohol. As a specialized organ the breakdown of alcohol is broken down much slower and remains active in the system for much longer. Normally this would inhibit anyone from doing anything, keeping them in a dangerous state of inebriation, but Rui has mastered the careful tipping point that her organ provides. Rui keeps her organ at the precipice of being full, without hitting the brim. She requires the alcohol in her body to perform the abilities and martial arts she’s specialized herself in. The more she burns the more she sweats which releases a slight alcoholic vapor. If she rapidly burns through her reserves she instantly becomes hung over and her martial arts suffers by becoming slower and more predictable.

To keep her levels manageable she’ll constantly sip from her gourds during battle, conserving the liquor until fully depleted. She possess two gourds for specific reasons, one gourd contains 白金 (Shirogane) which is light/clear alcohol from rice and the other containing 黒鉄 (Kurogane) which is a dark and heavy liquor mostly consisting of wheat and barley. Filling up on Shirogane grants her incredible fluidity, speed, and unpredictability in her movements. What she loses in strength and durability in this mode she makes up for agility and grapples. Filling up on Kurogane grants her immense strength and durability, she becomes almost unmovable and the ability to deal terrifying damage from strikes and blows. If all else fails she can consume and mix both liquors giving way to both attributes, but causing immense strain on her body and evaporating from her system at an accelerated rate.

While these two are her dominate fighting styles, they both utilize the martial arts she’s practiced. Originally, she pursued kendo and karate, but kendo had been shelved to focus on hand-to-hand. Eventually due to her drinking style she sought the ancient martial art from China known as zuì quán (drunken boxing/drunken arts) both the Buddhist and Daoist style as a well as the Northern and Southern fist. The practice mimicked the moves of a drunken fighter, Rui was actually drunk most of the time, leading her to elevate the martial arts and infuse hints of almost everything East Asian. Overall she relies on powerful strikes and grappling, she prefers to use her unpredictability and fluid movements to be a gap closer, but will control medium to long range with her gourds.

Beyond her fist she also relies on her gourds, not just for providing her with her liquor but as weapons themselves. As mentioned before they are attached to her hands by wires and strings giving her easy access. The gourds can move and grind off the wires giving them a high velocity allowing them to be used as a weapon similar to the Chinese Meteor Hammer.

SIGNATURE MOVES

" 乾杯！！"
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■ [Is it hot in here?]

[Akin to hyperhydrosis, Rui uses her ki to rapidly sweat out the alcohol in her system to allow her a vicious liquid membrane that covers her skin and body, allowing her to become slick and harder to grapple]

■ [Hot breath]

[Rui expels noxious gas that smells almost of pure ethanol in a semi transparent cloud that she quickly ignites with a flick of her wire to ignite creating a short range explosion]

■ [Get your feet wet]

[Rui will send her gourds out spinning at high velocity at her opponent. When in range she’ll pull to release the cork and splash some alcohol on her opponents. Depending on the quantity, the smell can be enough to cause disgust, but more importantly make them more flammable and susceptible to being lit aflame]

■ [Around the world]

[Launching her target into the air with a high kick, Rui somersaults into the air and twists her strings and gourds around the opponent binding them. In a crescent arc she lands with the aim to bring their head to the pavement]

■ [Back off!]

[Rui creates distance by sliding back and shooting her gourds out at the floor, one to drive back and stumble if an opponent chases and another to ricochet off the ground to follow any airborne dashes]

■ [Snarling Dragon]

[Rui imbibes a swig of alcohol before expelling it and igniting it upon leaving her mouth creating a long range fireball]

SUPER MOVES

"Flashy? Just put it on the rocks"
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■ [Acid Reflux]

[More of a last ditch effort ability or one used to cover her bases when in her hangover form. The sack in her body becomes filled with bile after being completely emptied. Instead of spitting fire she spews acidic bile that burns the opponent in a spray or on the ground. Can get chunky]

■ [Phoenix Eye Fist]

[A famous martial arts move where the energy of attacks is focused into one knuckle instead of losing the dispersion through the body. Rui can condense the ki in her body and channel it into her single knuckle coating her hand in a lime green aura than can either be condensed into a ki glove, a ball of energy around her hand, or a concentrated blast of destructive energy]

■ [Drunken furry fist]

[Rui viciously stomps on the floor creating tremors that unsteady the opponent. She’ll rush in and deliver a series of furious blows in blinding speed, mostly aimed at the center of the body. A high knee send them up in the air before she jumps up to grab them in a power bomb position]

■ [Have a drink on me]

[A super simple, but pungent ability. Rui shoves a mixture of both her liquors from her gourd down the throat of her opponent until it’s completely finished. Sending the opponent into an immediate drunken state that leaves them vomiting profusely]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"さよなら"
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Rui is an excellent close ranged fighter and master grappler which leaves her no stranger to being up close and personal. And while most of her skills are ways to combat distance or close it, she does not have many tools in her kit to defend against an onslaught of long range barrages. Her other weakness stems from her fighting style. She must be constantly aware of her ki displacement in her specialized organ and in her gourds to really maximize her skills in battle. She’s no push over when she is sober but she feels a bit more antiquated when she has to fight like that.

OTHER

"Hate to be your first loss of the day"
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Have you ever seen someone catch a fish diving off the side of a ship in the dead of winter?

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Wondering if this is still open

OBLIVION

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“Don’t tempt me” A harmless line that didn’t evoke much, but would later set the stage for the rest of their lives. Even Ivy herself knew not the gravity that word carried from Jack’s, of all people, lungs. The reception to her toast was a medley of reactions that did not surprise her in the least. Well that was a lie, Lucas, the ever trodding dark horse came from out under the searing lights to ease Ivy’s misplaced blame. Something that sent a shiver up her spine and down her skin, leaving bumps that read like braille on the tops of her mocha skin. A coy smile etched on her face wondering if she had been too quick to judge and file their once great friendship somewhere far away. “That bureaucratic circle has been following me since the day I left babe. It’s a whirlpool that looks to consume me at every turn and corner, appearing in my coffee, in the curls of hair of people I work with and even now in this swirling mystery of what’s in the capsule. I almost feel like Brad Pitt” ensuring pop culture had not been wasted on the prissy president, surely she was not wrath though, that role seemed to be reserved for CJ. The jokes and negging from Jack and CJ was a refresher from the doom and gloom from PJ’s even if they were slightly sardonic. There was a strange air of competition or discomfort between the two she kept feeling from the table to the bathroom. Cigarettes and empty liquor bottles ushered in a wave of nostalgia, reverting the circle of alumni back to their appearances from their first day of freshman year. “Are you implying you wrote some of your own? Or maybe you received many a letter from a secret admirer? Most of Hanna’s would be hate mail so we’re safe on that end” she shot a wink at the recovering actress still relishing in her friends impromptu speech. “Kick it and end up on our backs like Charlie Brown? Be my guest CJ, I think it would be good for you I’ll even hold it for you. But lets save the kicking for after we crack it open” before she could put the quip to rest the thought of burning Ritman and Delton to the ground sounded oddly refreshing but the pair would not make an arsonist out of her, “Like a Pheonix they would just rise from the ashes CJ, you know that.” Anni failed to chime in and Ivy sensed a new invisible membrane of anxiety and reluctance form from the pores on her skin. She failed her in high school, but she wouldn’t fail her now. Instead she clapped her hands twice snapping the attention to her. She strutted towards Lucas and snatched the capsule out of his hands. The cool touch of the steel felt good against her palms. It was finally the moment of truth, they could finally put their memories to rest. Hanna undoubtedly would have started a dramatic drum roll with either her hands or mouth. Ivy’s fingers found the crevice that kept a small door hinged to the rest of the capsule caked in dirt. “Okay everybody here we go. I haven’t been this nervous in a minute” she said between hurried breathing and a smile. She pulled the container open letting the lights above flood the depths of darkness within. Her expression of authentic curiosity turned sour in a matter of seconds. Wrinkles formed around her eyes and clung from the middle of her forehead. This was wrong, it was all wrong. “No no no no no, this can’t be it, this isn’t happening right now. Oh Ivy why didn’t you open the fucking capsule before you got here. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Ughhh no no no” Ivy’s arm had completely sunk into the void of the capsule appearing as if it had no start nor end. She fished around viciously with sounds of her fingers and nails scratching and swiping against the metal. Coming up with nothing but a singular item in the capsule. A loud thud echoed through to both end zones at the drop of the capsule. Ivy’s eyes began to sting and she could feel the saliva in her mouth starting to get hot and cling to the pockets of her cheeks. “Don’t cry, don’t’ cry, they’ll understand right? Right?” Fighting against the inevitable welling of tears she made no movement to turn to Hanna despite wanting to find comfort in her best friend. Looking at her would only hasten her untimely end. “I don’t know what this is! It’s all wrong! This isn’t our capsule…I’m…I’m sorry guys..show’s over” her nails dug into the leather backing of the book that was tattered and stained from years of wear and tear. No author was transcribed on the spine and the cover was blank with no title. She wished the lights overhead would have gone out and left them all in the dark, but she wouldn’t be so lucky. Wiping away some loose tears she opened the book to see who had played such a vicious joke on her, it was probably the bureaucratic circle Hanna mentioned. Except when she opened it there was no table of contents nor a sleeve with a check out ticket. The pages were stained with indelible lettering that was no written alphabet she had ever seen. She tore through page after page and it was all the same until it ran blank. More perplexed than she started, Ivy sprang to the last page to see if there was a hint or clue to what this was. One word, centered in the middle of the page, that shifted from the illegible text into english language. “Oblivion” she whispered to the group. The pages fluttered and the book shook violently in her hands like a ship at sea during a swelling storm. Her grip was cemented on the book against her will. The letters from the pages bridged from the paper up into her hands, quickly wrapping themselves around her arms and across the rest of her skin. Fear tinged with desperation attacked Ivy sending her into shock, her mouth formed the words for help but found them stuck, unable to leave the creases of her lips. Her tongue and mouth went limp and the whites of her eyes became clouded in smoke that swallowed any perceivable sclera. The earth began to shake below them sending the bleachers into a panic of uncontrollable tremors. The lights above them flickered in and out and a gale wind swept through the football field, lifting Ivy into the air. Her limbs and head went limp as if someone was reeling her up by string. A violent shake occurred in her body that immediately went still not a second later. Oppressive light shined out of her eyes as her eyelids shot up like a curtain, a piercing howl left her mouth, punishing the eardrums of those around her. Her mouth closed and she fell to the ground sending a massive kinetic explosion out of her body that traveled through the bodies of her classmates and instantly knocking them unconscious. All movement and wind ceased around them immediately and the lights shut off leaving the group in total darkness. 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Looks like the only checkable box for the email notifications is for private messages. Besides that, experimental just needs to be spell checked

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That fixed it thanks

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Not sure if this a big but some users can’t change their usernames in their profile settings. I myself get this message when I scroll down.

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There’s some features from the old site that I think could be useful to integrate on this one. Like how visitor messages used to work instead of being redirected to your own profile with every notification. Or the ease of browsing your own post with a previous button instead of a first page button.

Also with allowing us to change our own usernames, can you return to old names or are those locked behind those forever links?