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Anime Club!

Name: Katsuo Kasane
Age: 20
Appearance details: Though that particular photo with his half-sister made him look like a pasty white nerd, Katsuo had taken that picture during exam period. Now, he has a much healthier complexion, as well as a clean-shaven face. Shame it doesn’t make him look like any closer to that of a bishie. His fingers are slim though, almost like that of a girl’s.
Height: A giant by Japanese standards, he stands at the height of six feet. After an all-nighter, he’ll probably look like some sort of monster, glaring down at everyone else.

Background
Hometown: Tokyo
Major: General Arts
Hobbies:
Finding new lollipops brands
Watching martial arts competitions
Cooking for his little sister
Searching for undiscovered interests
Part-time job: A little known fact about Katsuo is that he’s an idol manager. Of course, that idol is his little sister, and she’s only a semi-popular net idol who never actually shows her face…but that still counts for something.

Back story: The eldest son of the Kasane family. Katsuo was raised by a single mom who often stayed out late at night, either partying or working. Gaining a sense of responsibility rather early in life, as well as the ability to take the 'unordinary' as ordinary, he was a boy who was totally fine with having multiple daddies or big brothers growing up. From the many flashily dressed men who came into the Kasane household, Katsuo learned how to play cards, gamble, cook food that went well with alcohol, swear in Chinese and English, as well as sing a variety of inappropriate songs. For some reason, despite all those bad influences, he was never really a bad kid growing up. He did reasonably alright in elementary school and had lots of friends. His little sister was well taken care of by him, and Katsuo knew enough to remove her diapers when she pooped and feed her formula milk when she was hungry.

It was basically the life of a dependable older brother, a cheeky little sister, a bachelorette of a mother, and tens of new boyfriends every year. An odd living situation, but one that he was accustom to. In high school, he picked up the habit of smoking from his upperclassmen, and became what some people could consider the ultimate gopher. With a smile, he would serve the whims of his senpai while they brought him to parties and restaurants in exchange. And in just one year, he had become best friends with some of the most influential students at school. It was an amazing achievement, all things considered. On the other hand, his grades weren't quite as marvelous. He may have been in the top percentile in terms of popularity, but he was in the bottom percentile in marks. It was probably only through his connections that he managed to get enough studying in to pass the entrance exams for Todai. It was nice, to have connections with hyper-smart people.

After graduating, he was quick to rid himself of his expensive smoking habit, and proceeded to explore his options in the Todai University. First year was spent with him being dead most of the time, having participated in a shit ton of clubs, while also caring for his sister’s food needs and his mother’s weekly hangovers. At least he garnered quite a few useful acquaintances from it all, even if he was sure that he had shortened his lifespan in return.

This second year, he decided to join the Anime Club, and see what was up there. Who knew? Maybe one of those nerds would eventually become the owner of an anime or idol-production company, and he could introduce his sister to them.

As long as they weren’t pedophiles as well.

Other: Katsuo Kasane has a sister, Kaoru Kasane (featured beside him in the pic). Currently in middle school, she considers herself a net idol, singing covers of anime songs. Goes under the alias of ‘2Yen’.
Though a former smoker, Katsuo has now switched to lollipops, because cigarettes were expensive shit. It was oddly easy, but maybe it’s because he never lit a cigarette before smoking it. Lighters weren’t allowed in school, after all.
In terms of anime experience, Katsuo doesn’t have much experience, outside of mainstream stuff and magical girl shows that he watches with Kaoru. His favorite thus far is Mathematical Girl Logical Manoha, an anime with a teenager demographic that centers around the trials and tribulations of a cyborg mage who traded her humanity and her freedom in order to protect those that her former self once loved.
His favourite song, at the moment, is a cover of Abnormalize. Interestingly enough, he likes anime-esque music more than the animes themselves.

Anime Club!

Is that his 'pls dun raep me' face?

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“Was it not obvious from my choice of armor?” he asked, deciding that this particular robot must have been slow, perhaps made intentionally so, because fleshbag scientists were vain fools who hated it when their creations were smarter than them. Tapping Mariam’s foot and listening to the distinctive ‘clang’ that accompanied his strikes, he could sense the presence of a few precious metals within, their rings clear in his ears. A scant sound. Nothing worth caring about, at least.

What caught him off-guard, though, was the reveal that Mariam seemed to have another companion by the name of ‘Biggy’. Apparently, the dorms were large enough for Mariam to fit in, so for someone to be called Biggy…probably too big to fit into main hall as well then. Shrugging at her question about his own living places, Ier-Briar replied airily, “I don’t particularly need to rest or sleep, even though it feels nice once in a while, so I’ll probably just keep everything with me.”

“And unlike those fleshbags, I don’t need to worry about showers and nutrition as well.”

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What sort of deviant engineer would give such a large golem the voice of a female child? Ier-Briar wasn’t exactly sure, but he decided to mark it up as the fetish of that golem’s creator. Mariam Machina was a similarly feminine name, even though there really wasn’t anything else that was ‘girlish’ about that. Waving off her suggestions of him being one of those mechanical imitations of humans, Ier-Briar replied, tapping his armored hand against his breastplate, “Not an android, Mariam, but a Gemstone, a being made out of crystals, with full control of their body. Though, admittedly, I’m still working on the control part.”

Soon, however, another interesting thing was revealed. The headmaster of the school was a gemstone. An odd one that voluntarily confined himself to the form of a mere stone, but still, Ier-Briar could tell, instinctually, that the Headmaster was a much older being than himself, even if the heavily armored child counted the centuries it took him to properly develop. He wasn’t exactly sure why the speech had been so eccentric and crazy, but there was probably a reason for his madness. A weird reason that he didn’t know of, but still a reason.

As more announcements shot by and brochures and dorms were mentioned, the Gemstone face Mariam once more and asked, “Guess they’ve set up a special building for you to rest in then?”

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Yo, for my own convenience, if you're going to talk about partnering and stuff, mind going to the fabulous chatzy? It'd make back-and-forth exchanges easier...and because I'm in class right now, but still want to be in-the-know.

Anime Club!

I was wondering...

You have both 'Backstory' and 'Background', but everyone leaving Background empty. So what exactly is that for?

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First, there were horny fleshbags, stripping off their clothing for no apparent reason in the middle of winter.

Now, there was the silly fleshbag, thinking that it was appropriate to start throwing snow at random people for no purpose other than to instigate a fight.

Then, there were overreacting fleshbags, a whole horde of them gathering together to bring up a defensive position as their mages drew up every single bit of snow on the Academy, turning it into a bunch of snow snakes.

And finally, there was the idiotic fleshbag, who decided that, instead of landing his griffin, he would drive the majestic beast straight through the long snakes, smashing them apart while getting himself a face full of snow.

Sometimes, Ier-Briar wondered just how all these meat-based lifeforms, with their soft flesh and obvious weak-points, had ever managed to survive the trials and tribulations of evolution. Wait, no, that was a silly thought. Clearly, they reproduced enough to offset the amount of them who died stupid deaths on a regular basis. The most important quality of an animal, intelligence, was sorely lacking in these people. Pointedly ignoring the mess of action and frozen water, the Gemstone marched resolutely past the bunch of idiots preparing for a full-scale snow fight. The headmaster’s assistant was speaking about getting every student to go to the main hall, after all, and he found no reason not to heed the woman’s words. At least that particular fleshbag sounded more reasonable than the ones that he had met so far.

Stepping into the main hall tentatively, the Gemstone sharpened his senses once more and momentarily enjoyed the warmth of the massive, wooden hall. A tree sat in the middle, green despite the winter that rested outside, while individual tables and chairs could be seen. They too, were wood, and with a sigh, Ier-Briar began to walk towards one of them. Sharp creaks and groans could be heard as the floor bent underneath his weight, and he decided that, yes, it was definitely a smart idea not to sit down. Standing near the entrance, the blond disabled his sense of smell the moment 100 orcs ran past him, full of a sweaty, musky stench. Ugly, smelly, filthy monsters. Though Ezar-Mantine had always taught him to be nice to the flesh-beings, he couldn’t find it in himself to really care at all about those things.

Then, from behind, something heavy struck him, with enough impact for the Gemstone to actually notice.

Turning around, he was pleased to see that there was finally a non-flesh-being in the school. Waving at the 10 foot tall steel golem, he said, in a significantly lighter tone, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet one of my kind, golem of iron. What is your name?”

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Lucius, just an FYI, but your dragons (through math shenanigans in Chatzy), are logically only 20 cm wide. So yeah...not THAT scary.

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I literally called him a Thornmail Guardian. The implications were already there, Zombehs, as well as the quote of "Please don't. You'll hurt yourself more than you'll hurt me." Thought you'd be smart enough to figure that out, but ah well.

And pls, super-tank modu is enough to take a few hits like that, considering all the infinite resistances-scaling that comes with being a Gemstone~

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Well...if he's Nasus with 9999 stacks, then isn't he going to die the moment he hits Ier-Briar? XD

With 9999 stacks, the moment he Qs someone with Thornmail, he DIES.