Cu Chulainn

Enter: Into an Isekai World

Given what Junichiro might plan to do, I'll see about posting last in the order~

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

I don't see any harm in roleplaying this out. There's a sense of urgency, but there's also the fact that timing between posts are completely nebulous. I don't think a few rounds of back-and-forth will end the campaign or anything.

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

I don't think Neth wants to talk to a goblin. He's still got that Eldritch Blast primed to its head and ready to fire, in case it still decides not to talk.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

As much we I'd like to make one of Lawrick's many cousins if he kicks the bucket, I will instead do an Elf of some sorts.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

I've peeked a little at the previous attempt. I'm assuming the Hero of Defense is a new addition to add some beef to better focus the Hero of Might's crunch?

Enter: Into an Isekai World

Arima Junichiro

J U N I C H I R O

“So what if I'm throwing my life away? We're all going to die at some point, so just make things easier for the both of us and put the money in the bag.”

Overview

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_Name

Arima Junichiro

_Age

20

_Gender

Male

_Occupation

Freeter

Characterization & Conceptualization

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_{What Do They Look Like?}

A completely bland and unassuming young Japanese man, sporting long black hair normally tied into a ponytail, and an otherwise unremarkable face if not for the permanent scar on the bridge of his nose. Standing at 5'9", Junichiro sports a rather average physique, with a bit of notable musculature due to working in menial labor for a while. Junichiro's way of dress makes him look somewhat slimmer than he actually is, sporting long-sleeved shirts and jackets to hide scars both self-inflicted and received from an accident. Junichiro also walks with a very slight limp, although it is unknown to him if they are from injuries his body still has failed to heal, or his own overwork.

_{What Are They Like?}

A nihilistic and rebellious youth who chafes against tradition. A quiet freak who's depressing to be around. An impertinent brat who says what he wants and doesn't respect his elders. All these things easily describe Junichiro on a surface level. A lot of Junichiro's current issues stem from his survivor's guilt, which did little to help his low sense of self-worth. Prone to self-destructive hobbies and posting on dubious message boards, it could be said that Junichiro is the epitome of all that is wrong with Japan's youth.

_{What's Their Story?}

Living a quiet life in Kyoto, Junichiro's upbringing was quite average, obtaining average grades and doing all the normal things boys his age did. Having no drive to do anything extraordinary or groundbreaking, he was content to live an average life so long as it was with his childhood friend, Kaoru. To Junichiro, Kaoru was a shining beacon in his otherwise dull life, an outstanding student with dreams to one day become a doctor. Junichiro knew he needed to tell Kaoru his feelings at some point, but he never could quite find the right time to. Sadly, nothing in life was guaranteed, no matter how mundane, and Junichiro would find that out the hard way, months before graduation.

Junichiro awakened, almost sandwiched between two bus seats with shards of glass sticking out of his arms, and one of his legs bent at an unnatural angle. He called out Kaoru's name in the chaos, but to no avail, crying out for him to the point of exhaustion. When help finally arrived, Junichiro was already losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Kaoru giving him a dull and lifeless stare. The lone survivor of a violent bus crash, the news called it a miracle, but Junichiro saw it all as unfair. Why did he have the right to live when there were others on that bus who lived more meaningful lives than he did, who were able to contribute more to the world than he ever would? Their deaths, all of them haunted Junichiro, but none more than Kaoru, his corpse forever burned into Junichiro's mind.

Even after his recovery in the hospital, Junichiro never quite healed from that crash. He stayed home every day after that, too afraid to come out of his shell, not out of fear for the world at large and its many dangers, but instead to avoid the attention his story entailed. Junichiro even missed his graduation, having more or less dropped out of high school after that. His family was worried, although there was little they could do to help him. Not wanting to trouble them any longer, Junichiro moved to the big city. To Osaka, where nobody would know him as "the one who lived."

In Osaka, Junichiro changed. Rather than the quiet background character, Junichiro developed into a punk who was not afraid to say what he wished, silently regretting the fact he could not say the one thing he yearned to. He became a laborer, doing odd jobs that were hard on his already broken body so that he could distract himself. No matter what he did, however, Junichiro still could not keep those memories, their faces, out of his mind. Junichiro felt he needed to be punished, to atone for the sin of living.

It was because of this that lead Junichiro to walk into that convenience store, wearing a face mask and clutching a fake gun tightly in his jacket pocket...

_{Why Did The Wish Choose Them?}

As scum of the Earth who could not conform to societal norms, those who knew Junichiro would be completely bewildered to hear he was summoned as a hero. However, despite his self-loathing and inability to move on from past trauma, Junichiro carries within deep him a spark to live on, an inborn desire to survive for the sake of those who had fallen. A rather contradictory sort, isn't he?

_{What "Hero" Will They Embody? Why?}

Possessing a will to endure and a body that has already been broken before, Junichiro is unafraid of putting himself in harm's way for others, believing that he is better off taking any injuries in their stead. Junichiro also possesses the decisive courage of a knight, to do what is required and say what is needed, as he knows the pain of being unable to say what his heart truly yearned for. A survivor in both body and mind, Junichiro's very being resembles the Hero of Defense.

_{What Belongings Will They Take With Them?}

- An airsoft M1911, painted black to resemble a real gun. Unloaded and without gas.
- A black, ragged facemask.
- A baseball cap with the logo of an American punk rock band.

Talents & Abilities

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_{Mundane Talents}

As a freelancer who gravitated towards less glamorous ways to make a living, Junichiro possesses the physique of a laborer. That is to say, it is not quite impressive, and those who actually care about fitness would scoff at how much he could actually lift. Nonetheless, it would be a mistake to refer to Junichiro as merely "weak." Junichiro also possesses minor knowledge in construction work and waste management, well aware of Japan's complex garbage disposal laws.

_{Achieved Abilities & Knowledges}

Zero.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

I do enjoy the forest idea as it does give a sense of familiarity, easing our characters into the world in a more natural-feeling way. While I also see the merit in being tossed in randomly, I feel it might be more interesting if it was a gradual adaptation, rather than the sudden culture shock one would see in most Isekai.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

Did they actually die sudden deaths?

@ERode

damn, not another bus...

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

Nethruel

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Watching the funeral pyre in silence, Nethruel could only sigh at the bustling emotions coming from his party. It was much worse than dealing with the Summer Court, he thought. Still, they were at the very least learned enough to know their place. Of course, Neth could not expect the same for all his allies. To him, they all were mere infants. After all, a year in the Material Plane is an eternity in the Feywild, so the Eladrin could only expect so much maturity out of those who have lived for as long as a mere wink to himself.

Of course, Nethruel could not possibly understand why they were mad with grief, especially since they were responsible for such a death to begin with. As far as the money was concerned, Neth cared little so long as it was put to good use. Still, it did not sit well with the Eladrin that the perpetrators would add him to blame. Perhaps if they were doing their job not distracting everyone else, then Neth would have also been ready for the ambush. Perhaps he should simplify his point...

"Perhaps I should explain this in a simpler matter that can be understood by the children?" Nethruel remarked, before clearing his throat and speaking in a more guttural tone. "Ooh, ooh, me Elf. Ahh, ahh, me have pointy ears. Ooh, ooh, pointy ears hear sound better than eyes see. Ahh, ahh, pointy ears less work well when fellow horned monkey and turtle scream into it." Clearing his throat once more, Nethruel stood above the unconscious goblin, allowing arcane energies to surge from his fingertips once more.

"Now, do we still require this one to live, or am I free to put it out of its misery, and out of our hairs?" Neth asked the others, holding his glowing hand near the unconscious goblin's head. Of course, Neth was hoping for the latter. Once less life to worry about, and one less knife to potentially end up in their backs.

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

I'll post in the next few hours.