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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Old Miso City had a charm Aki did not have often to appreciate; for the only time she went outside her normal schedule of home, school, and fighting, was when her grandmother decided it was a good parenting technique to force her grandchild out of the house for some sight seeing in the old neighborhood. The older had said it would do her some good, to be away from the house and outside in the real world for a little while. But didn’t her grandmother know that more work needed to be done? Didn’t she understand that Aki didn’t want to enter the real world? That it was far too intense for her even if she wasn’t always so overwhelmed?

Still though, as she heard the slight crinkle of powdery snow under her feet and smelled the essence of clear and cold winter in the air, the albino remembered why she liked winter so much. In winter, everything slept, a calmness took over the city that did not exist during the rest of the year. It brought a small smile to her chapped lips and allowed her to release a relieved breath that looked like smoke.

As she continued her walk Aki noticed a presence growing more pronounced the farther she walked into Old Miso City. Subconsciously Aki made her way to the presence. She could tell that it was other magical girls, though she didn’t know how many, and by the way they complimented the pure air she could tell they hadn’t fallen.

The presence was at its strongest when Aki walked in front of an old fashioned restaurant. Aki’s desire for companionship swelled slightly as she looked on at the door; would the girl inside be willing to talk? To listen to Aki? But another part of her was afraid, her introverted nature telling her to continue with her walk in silence; but even introverts need connections. Aki opened the door timidly.

💀 PROFESSOR PERRY’S LABYRINTH OF DOOM 🗡 (DEAD/CANCELLED)

It was common knowledge to all of Frederick Bern’s associates that he did not like loud noises; so to be rudely awoken by one was quite unusual for the first generation immigrant. He jolted slightly, almost completely curling up before his instincts thought better of it and stopped the motion in progress, reducing it to only a small twitch. His head was pounding like it happened been stepped on by an elephant; which was not possible to survive but if Fritz went against the grain of nature and did survive, than this would be how he felt. Back to the point though, Fritz was on a floor, and while that wasn’t unusual, he was on the floor quite often in his dorm, what was unusual was that the floor was both made of cement and completely filthy. He was not in his dorm.

Next observation, he wasn’t alone in the room. If he controlled his breathing enough and closed his eyes he could tell there were at least four to five other people in the room with him; and since no one had woken him up before with their noise, they had to be knocked out as well. Only to awaken, like him, by the blaring alarm and the rude male voice that sounded like it came from some sort of intercom; or a big telephone on speaker. Fritz was assuming he had been kidnapped, and for all he knew his kidnappers had giant telephones. It’s not like he could see from his position on his stomach, face grinding into the cement.

When he heard movement from one of the other people in the room Fritz had a dilemma. Should he look up and see the other? She sounded like a woman, despite how quietly she spoke. If she was awake that meant the others are now awake and that means he must look pretty silly. But a part of him, terrified of moving and anxious of making himself known, wanted to continue playing dead. Maybe they would ignore him and the kidnappers would leave him alone? No, that wasn’t likely; Fritz finally shifted slightly once more, so his face was off the cement on looking at where the female voice came from.

My Hero Academia: Of Gods and Men

Character sheet:
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Name: Makoto Shimizu

Gender: Male

Age: 15

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Quirk Name: Attraction

Quirk Description: Makoto’s quirk grants him the ability to release pheromones with mind controlling properties. With them he is able to make any sentient being into a loyal follower as they “fall in love with him”. This can go from a mild form of being generally more willing to do as he says to at maximum risking their lives for him.

Quirk drawback and limits: Makoto can not always control when he releases the pheromones; he tends to release them when he feels threatened. Also, Makoto can not exactly control what his followers will do. While they are loyal to him and would not willingly hurt him he cannot control specific actions. Making his quirk reckless.

Bio: Makoto was born out of an affair with an unknown French man and business Tycoon Mai Shimizu. When Makoto’s quirk first manifested his mother was quick to use it for her own personal gain, sicking it on her business partners and having Makoto persuade them into signing business deals that greatly benefitted his mother and but destroyed their own companies. As he grew older though, his sense of justice would not allow for this to continue. Because of this he ran away from home and to UA.

Arc name: “From attraction to obsession”

Arc Description: (PM this to GM)

Ban the Person above you

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Ah crud.. you are right! But you don't have a nose either. Banned for hypocrisy!

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But... I don't think bees have noses? And humans do?

anywho dis human is banned for not banning people for a while

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Another weeb has joined the fold.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for having no nose

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@unculturedweeb *rolls into the topic* hello, what do you like to do?

Shall We...? [18+Seeking F or MxM]

*WAVES HANDS FRANTICALLY*
@YourHeart Hi! Your "Hands of My Dream" plot sounds super cute! Would you be willing to do MxM?

💀 PROFESSOR PERRY’S LABYRINTH OF DOOM 🗡 (DEAD/CANCELLED)

Character Full Name: Frederick Bern (Fritz for short)
•Gender: male
•Age: 22
•Height: 5’4”
•Weight: 106lb
•Physical Appearance: Fritz’s hair is an extremely dark brunette color that in the front and front sides that goes right below his ears while the back reaches down to his ankles. He usually wears it up in a high ponytail so it only reaches the end of his butt. Next, he has very pale skin (Due to the fact he always wears long sleeve clothing the sun can not tan him). Finally, he has dark green eyes. He wears rectangular thin rimmed glasses and long elegant fingers. His nails are painted black but you wouldn’t know since he is prone to wearing black leather gloves. He has an oval face with a sharp chin. His eyes are also slightly bigger than the average person. He is relatively gangling, not because he is tall but rather because he is thin and quite awkward with his movements and how he carries himself.

•Hometown: Boston Massachusetts

•Personality Description: Fritz, to summarize, is an anti-social philosopher. He is an introverted individual who prefers his own company over anybody else so you will hardly ever see him interacting with others unless forced. With all the time by himself he naturally gets a lot of time to think about anything and everything. He is not one for poetic words, tending to be straight and to the point when he is forced to engage in conversation; he is a great listener however, and while his word may be blunt but they always hold some truth to them.

•Profession/Career: Graduate student (major in biology with a minor in botany)
•Biography: Born from German immigrants in Boston children's hospital on December 8th, 1996. Despite being in one of the best hospitals in the world though, his mother suffered from complications after birth and despite the doctors best effort, passed away three days later; leaving behind both Fritz, her husband, and her older daughter Adaile.
Despite the rocky start though Fritz had the best life his father could offer him, loving both Fritz and Adaile as he possibly could. Sadly though, a father can not protect his children from everything. Fritz was diagnosed with anxiety and asperger's, both of which greatly affected his social life. For a while it didn’t seem like Fritz would have a life outside their three bedroom apartment. Luckily, his father didn’t give up on him and did his best to help Fritz become the best version of himself. Allowing the boy to not only finish high-school, but for him to be able to leave home for college to start his college career.
That was five years ago. Since then he has entered the graduate program at Columbia University and is an assistant to the biology professor. He is exceeding to the best of his ability but because of how stressful college life can be, he has lost frequent contact with his father and older sister.

Likes: classical music, anime, art
•Dislikes: reality tv shows
•Strengths: intelligence, puzzle solver.
•Weaknesses: poor social skills, unathletic, bad at teamwork, indecisive
•How Were You Captured?: Three suspicious men had been following Fritz for three weeks before his capture. Twice he had tried to tell campus security what he had seen but they simply brushed him off. Then, one night while coming home from the lab he was attacked by three masked men. There was a scuffle and in it he managed to remove one of the men’s mask, horrified to see that these men were part of the campus security of who he tried to warn.
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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Magical form

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normal form

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• Name: Aki Yukimura
• Title: Snow Cat
• Age: 15
• Emblem: An old cat collar that she wears as a bracelet
• Devil Arm: Aki uses a pure white and pale blue katana of ice that can come and go as she wills it. It is decorated with ribbons and lace on its hilt.
• Magic: Obviously she has the ability to conjure and manipulate snow. Her magic snow can be used to break her fall, create cute snow minions, build defensive structures, and obstruct enemy vision.

• Background 2.0: Aki’s abilities came soon after her mother’s death. Her mother, Yuki Yukimura, was severely depressed and committed suicide when Aki was around 13. It was shortly after the funeral that a mascot came to her and granted her with her magic. She could have very easily become corrupted right away due to the bitterness that could've been in her heart; but instead of being bitter at the world though, Aki herself felt guilty for her mothers death, seeing herself as the reason. She decided she would use her powers to repent and smite the world of the evil that plagued it. She now lives with her grandmother, the only person who knows of her secret identity.

sample post 2.0: Cold, Aki was always cold both during and after her battles. Even when sweat dribbled down her brow due to exertion they would soon freeze into teardrop shaped crystals. She was covered in those crystals by the time she returned home, dawn just about to break as she entered his bedroom through the second story window.
She collapsed as soon as she touched the ground, magical form deteriorating as she did so. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was sleep; but she had school in less than two hours. And while a part of her didn’t want to go, a part of her just wanted to stay home and decompress after hours of midnight work. However a larger, stronger part of her new deep down that she do whatever she needed to do to be the best person she could be, no matter what the cost was to her stability.
After another moment of trying to control her ragged breathing the Albino hesitantly stood. Walking as best she could on her tiptoes, her feet screaming as she did, Aki made her way out of her room and down the rickety wooden stairs of her grandmother’s old home, wincing as the ancient wood creaked and squeaked. It was a blessing that her grandmother wasn’t waiting up for her, Aki couldn’t risk waking her up now. She was already such a burden to the aging women, she hated how she had to live there, hated how her grandmother was trying so hard to take care of her when the woman should be taking care of herself. Was Aki really worth that much? It didn’t seem likely. And sometimes the old woman’s way even angered her. Aki wasn’t her responsibility, why did she have to care so much?
Using her phone as a flashlight Akin maneuvered her way through the barely lit kitchen. If she was quick then she could make breakfast for herself and her grandmother before showering, and then making it to school on time. Then if she planned and worked hard enough she could get all her homework and studying done, followed by her chores, and still have time to surf the internet before going out for the night. It was a highly unlikely goal but it was the goal that got her by every single day. Vaguely, as she set the teapot on the burner, she wondered when her personal goals became so few and miniscule compared to her desires for the rest of the world; she honestly could remember. It didn’t matter though, none of it matter. All she had to do was keep doing the right thing.
Aki moved the teapot a second before it was about to let out its ear piercing shriek, making it so that the only audible sounds in the quiet house were her own sign-resigned sigh, and the beginning of traffic outside.