Duoya

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

The restaurant was a quiet, rather small Italian place, and was quite hard to miss in the crowd of people. Despite the vast number of visitors, the restaurant was nearly entirely deserted, save for a few people here and there. The transaction with the woman behind the counter was disappointing, as she could barely speak a word of English. This led to Kurt's usually weak attempt at flirting to fail even more than usual. A sigh and several minutes later, a large plate stacked with so much pasta, bread, and garlic that it could give someone a heart attack just by looking at it arrived at his table. A tense minute passed by, before Kurt grabbed his fork and ran it through the heaping pile of pasta.

Or, he was about to, until the message "Nothing's ever mundane in Mundin!" echoed throughout the plaza.

Kurt was well aware of the infamous motto. Every single day, he heard the same repeated, cliched message, usually more than once. It followed nearly every address to the public, and it was always there whenever there was an event. Kurt's instinctual rolling of his eyes at this message was overridden by the realization that the celebration was about to begin. Quickly putting his food into a container, he threw money to the waitress and made his way to the square.

Kurt shoved his way through the throng of people, after realizing that it was much more effective than waiting for people to move out of the way. He drew very close tho the stage, to the point he was close enough to smell the same cologne that made the prime minister infamous. Hoping to see one of his squad mates or, hopefully, Ken Black, Kurt donned his famous shit-eating grin and waited for the speech. Beside him stood a man in glasses with a short hair cut and facial hair, wearing very nice glasses. Kurt made sure to keep his eyes peeled for anyone he knew.

A light chill passed down his spine, despite the relative mildness of the weather. Kurt gently fingered the combat knife he kept sheathed at his side at all times, before moving his hand away. There was no telling what would happen if people realized he brought a weapon here. Then again, considering the fact that some people could literally shoot knives out of their hands, maybe it wasn't so bad to have a weapon.

The Evening Looms: Since All Has Risen [A War of Magic and Other Powers]

Will post sometime today.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Will post sometime today

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

Gonna wait for @IceHeart before posting.

We Was Reincarnated!

Reincarnation of Kenji Watanabe

Name: Kenji Watanabe

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Drawn Number: 4

Appearance

Backstory: Kenji was born to an abusive family on a cold November night. Upon his birth, there was rarely a time when a mark or bruise did not litter his form, covering it like smudges on glass. His father, Kei Watanabe, was especially hard on him, and did everything in his power to keep his son ahead of the rest. His childhood was not spent outside with friends, instead filled with index cards and calligraphy. Kenji was forced to pour hours a day, every day, hunched over textbooks and worksheets, at his parents constant nagging. This continued for the rest of his life.

At the age of 8, his parents bought him a piano. After 2 years and thousands of hours, they bought him a book on law. Then they bought another. And another. And another.

Kei had high hopes for his child. Kei himself was a doctor, a neurosurgeon to be precise, and he would never settle for his son being anything less than the best. The more he pushed, however, the more Kenji realized how bizarre his family was. His father had the final say in everything, and, unlike the other children in his class, was never allowed to play outside or make friends. He couldn't remember the last time his mother spoke. Luckily, the practice of law was the new dominating factor in his life. All other studies he had took a back seat, and creative pursuits that his father planned for him ceased. Nothing was as important as the law he was forced to learn.

At the age of 14, the beatings stopped. His father, now 52, did not feel safe beating the young man Kenji had become. As a result, Kenji slowly gained more leniency from his parents, as they offered him more personal time in exchange for a favor: They decided his future. Kenji already knew that they decided his future either way, so he took the deal. Every minute of free time he had as spent outside, helping those who could not help themselves. Kenji saw himself in those individuals, and he sought to do everything in his power to protect those less fortunate. Whether it was volunteering at the local soup kitchen, to helping people around his middle school, he accepted any task that was given to him. It was at the age of 15 when he decided to compromise with his parents, and instead of being the hero he dreamed to be, he began to aspire to be a defense attorney.

Upon entering Issei High, an exceptionally advanced school, Kenji immediately decided to run for Student Council President. Even if it wasn't at the behest of his parents, Kenji would have done so anyways; the ability to change the entire school for the better was all to enticing for him. Unfortunately, his poor people skills, fueled by an entire childhood away from other children, led to him being easily defeated by another candidate by a landslide. Instead of becoming president, he successfully managed to win the election to become vice-president, and retained that position for the rest of his life.

With club activities devouring whatever free time he had left, Kenji spent the rest of his time at home, rereading the same books, over and over, until he could recite entire laws by memory. He had memorized the entire Japanese constitution, and could repeat it as easily as he could tie his shoes. With the little free time he had left, Kenji spent it helping the neediest people he could, mainly a foreigner by the name of Ted Wilkins. Ted could barely piece together a sentence in Japanese, but he knew "Thank you" perfectly. Every time Kenji heard Ted say it, his spine tingled and he could barely hide his joy. The feeling of helping another person had become addicting.

Life continued like this, a constant fluxuation between grueling work and helping those who needed it. Life remained like this for the next year. The rest of his life.

Personality: Kenji has a kind, compassionate personality, which holds a sharp contrast with his upbringing and life style. He sees his second life as a chance to actually live his life the way he wants, and believes that it is to be used to help others. Believing that everything had a purpose, Kenji does his best to give everyone he meets good will. As he grew up, he became incredibly inexperienced socially, making it hard for him to pick up social cues and tones of voice. This, coupled with his somewhat sharp and serious facial structure and expressions, resulted in a fear of social interactions. In order to compensate, Kenji adopted an over the top alter ego, which he believes to be his "hero form", which was inspired by the one time his parents allowed him to watch an episode of Kamen Rider.

Despite his kindness, however, Kenji holds a deep hatred towards those who use violence as their primary solution, and will do everything in his power to stop anyone from using this method at the first opportunity. Kenji would do anything in order to help another and avoid conflict, going as far as to lie and cheat in order to keep a promise to someone. It would take the death of someone extremely close to Kenji for him to even think of killing. And even then, it is unlikely he would do so. Following his belief that his second life was a gift, Kenji would do nearly anything for someone if they could convince them that they were responsible for his rebirth, even if that meant killing someone. Kenji, despite his above average intelligence, has a tendency to rush things if it means it will save someone.

Likes: Being relied on, helping the less fortunate, anything mental, and living his life in the moment.

Dislikes: People forcing him to do things, hurting others, disobeying the rules, and not being able to do anything.

Other

Strengths:

• Strong moral compass, making him harder to persuade to do evil acts.
• His kind disposition makes him easier to trust.

Weaknesses:

• He dislikes people who commit crimes, and will always go out of his way to help others.
• Kenji tries to not hurt other people, and outright refuses to kill others.

Hobbies: Reading, studying, fighting crime (eventually), helping anyone who needs help, and running.

Other: Kenji is 170 centimeters, and weighs 66 Kilograms. He is nearsighted, and left handed.

Status Screen

Name: Kenji Watanabe
Age: 17
Health: 100/100
Mana: 100/100
Divine Gift;
Enchanting: Level 1 - Able to Enchant objects with various enchantments, the strength of the enchantments depend on the level of the skill. Amount of enchantments depend on the material being enchanted. Type of Enchantment is not limited, depends on one's mind to discover and create enchantments.
Skills;
Pain Resistance Level 2 - Pain is slightly nullified but not completely.
Equipment;
Basic Cloth Robe - no defense
Iron Dagger - Small Dagger made of iron

We Was Reincarnated!

@olcharlieboi
Sorry if it's a bit sloppy, I just got back from work a little bit ago.

Kenji Watanabe

Name: Kenji Watanabe

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Drawn Number: 4

Appearance

Backstory: Kenji was born to an abusive family on a cold November night. Upon his birth, there was rarely a time when a mark or bruise did not litter his form, covering it like smudges on glass. His father, Kei Watanabe, was especially hard on him, and did everything in his power to keep his son ahead of the rest. His childhood was not spent outside with friends, instead filled with index cards and calligraphy. Kenji was forced to pour hours a day, every day, hunched over textbooks and worksheets, at his parents constant nagging. This continued for the rest of his life.

At the age of 8, his parents bought him a piano. After 2 years and thousands of hours, they bought him a book on law. Then they bought another. And another. And another.

Kei had high hopes for his child. Kei himself was a doctor, a neurosurgeon to be precise, and he would never settle for his son being anything less than the best. The more he pushed, however, the more Kenji realized how bizarre his family was. His father had the final say in everything, and, unlike the other children in his class, was never allowed to play outside or make friends. He couldn't remember the last time his mother spoke. Luckily, the practice of law was the new dominating factor in his life. All other studies he had took a back seat, and creative pursuits that his father planned for him ceased. Nothing was as important as the law he was forced to learn.

At the age of 14, the beatings stopped. His father, now 52, did not feel safe beating the young man Kenji had become. As a result, Kenji slowly gained more leniency from his parents, as they offered him more personal time in exchange for a favor: They decided his future. Kenji already knew that they decided his future either way, so he took the deal. Every minute of free time he had as spent outside, helping those who could not help themselves. Kenji saw himself in those individuals, and he sought to do everything in his power to protect those less fortunate. Whether it was volunteering at the local soup kitchen, to helping people around his middle school, he accepted any task that was given to him. It was at the age of 15 when he decided to compromise with his parents, and instead of being the hero he dreamed to be, he began to aspire to be a defense attorney.

Upon entering Issei High, an exceptionally advanced school, Kenji immediately decided to run for Student Council President. Even if it wasn't at the behest of his parents, Kenji would have done so anyways; the ability to change the entire school for the better was all to enticing for him. Unfortunately, his poor people skills, fueled by an entire childhood away from other children, led to him being easily defeated by another candidate by a landslide. Instead of becoming president, he successfully managed to win the election to become vice-president, and retained that position for the rest of his life.

With club activities devouring whatever free time he had left, Kenji spent the rest of his time at home, rereading the same books, over and over, until he could recite entire laws by memory. He had memorized the entire Japanese constitution, and could repeat it as easily as he could tie his shoes. With the little free time he had left, Kenji spent it helping the neediest people he could, mainly a foreigner by the name of Ted Wilkins. Ted could barely piece together a sentence in Japanese, but he knew "Thank you" perfectly. Every time Kenji heard Ted say it, his spine tingled and he could barely hide his joy. The feeling of helping another person had become addicting.

Life continued like this, a constant fluxuation between grueling work and helping those who needed it. Life remained like this for the next year. The rest of his life.

Personality: Kenji has a kind, compassionate personality, which holds a sharp contrast with his upbringing and life style. He sees his second life as a chance to actually live his life the way he wants, and believes that it is to be used to help others. Believing that everything had a purpose, Kenji does his best to give everyone he meets good will. As he grew up, he became incredibly inexperienced socially, making it hard for him to pick up social cues and tones of voice. This, coupled with his somewhat sharp and serious facial structure and expressions, resulted in a fear of social interactions. In order to compensate, Kenji adopted an over the top alter ego, which he believes to be his "hero form", which was inspired by the one time his parents allowed him to watch an episode of Kamen Rider.

Despite his kindness, however, Kenji holds a deep hatred towards those who use violence as their primary solution, and will do everything in his power to stop anyone from using this method at the first opportunity. Kenji would do anything in order to help another and avoid conflict, going as far as to lie and cheat in order to keep a promise to someone. It would take the death of someone extremely close to Kenji for him to even think of killing. And even then, it is unlikely he would do so. Following his belief that his second life was a gift, Kenji would do nearly anything for someone if they could convince them that they were responsible for his rebirth, even if that meant killing someone. Kenji, despite his above average intelligence, has a tendency to rush things if it means it will save someone.

Likes: Being relied on, helping the less fortunate, anything mental, and living his life in the moment.

Dislikes: People forcing him to do things, hurting others, disobeying the rules, and not being able to do anything.

Other

Strengths:

• Strong moral compass, making him harder to persuade to do evil acts.
• His kind disposition makes him easier to trust.

Weaknesses:

• He dislikes people who commit crimes, and will always go out of his way to help others.
• Kenji tries to not hurt other people, and outright refuses to kill others.

Hobbies: Reading, studying, fighting crime (eventually), helping anyone who needs help, and running.

Other: Kenji is 170 centimeters, and weighs 66 Kilograms. He is nearsighted, and left handed.

We Was Reincarnated!

Interested, if there is room.

Claiming 4.

Edit:Will post tomorrow, probably around 4.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

As his companions walked over, Kishi felt confident that they would remain. Zectoll had just finished his first hunt, and surely must have been tired after consuming so much meat. Lomen seemed like the type to hunt alone, but the funeral ceremony might scare that thought from his mind. As he pondered this the sight of Xaal's mangled corpse returned to the forefront of his thoughts. The young goblin had been... difficult, but he was family dammit. Kishi slowly gazed over the corpse. Scratch marks permeated every piece of flesh that remained, and the bones that stuck out like daggers of white rock had dozens of bite marks. A once-over of Isurta proved not much difference. The thought of their demise reminded Kishi of that cold, numbing sensation he felt 4 days ago, and fear immediately leaped at his heart. Not the fear he felt with the wolves, no, he could run from that. This was a deep seeded, immense fear, a sense of helplessness. The though chilled him to the bones. The bones marked by teeth. It was at this moment the, now unfeeling and cold voice in his mind injected more information in Kishi's mind.

Mortality.

It was at this moment that Kishi's body became cold as ice, and Zectoll exclaimed a response.

"Maybe it is just a coincidence, just a random dream. But I feel that somehow in death their strength flowed into me, and lifted whatever curse it was that afflicted me.I will do whatever I can to help in the burial ceremony. Hunting can wait, I would rather see this task to its end here and now".

Kishi turned to the young goblin and, in place of rage at the comment and joy at the assistance, responded in a monotone.

"Thank you, brother Zectoll. I appreciate the help."

Lomen also voiced his opinion on the matter of hunting, and laid out an apology.

"I agree with Zectoll. It is best to give the dead a proper burial. And Kishi, I apologize for my comment earlier. I have no idea what the experience must have been for you so I am sorry if I have offended you in any way. Grandpa, please show us the ceremony so we can give them a proper burial. After the ceremony if you two would like I can show you how to skin the wolf."

"I appreciate that, Lomen. Your comment had offended me slightly, but it doesn't matter."

After he said this, another thought reverberated throughout Kishi's mind.

None of this matters.

---

After digging the holes underneath the two stones, grandfather had begun to recite some scripture in a tongue that had no meaning to Kishi. All he thought about the entire service was his own body, cruelly twisted and mutilated in the same way these bodies had been. Grandfather placed numerous small flowers on top of their gravestones.

"They were born, they then lived, before they died. Death tulips meant to signify death we are sorry they died so soon."

A new fear, one that made his hunger look like a spark and his fear of the wolves akin to a flame, shined through his being like the distant sun.

The fear of death.

Goblins

@The 4 Winds,@El Noche,@Jangel13

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

We should just skip altforcasual, until they come back on at least.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Will post later today