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Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

Kimura Yuuki

15 | Male | 121 lbs | 5'3
???_{Magical Affinity} | Non-Native | Human

Description
A displaced youth from another world who hopes to find some semblance of peace and kindness after a life mired in bitterness and apathy. But there's still a part of him that yearns for the world he left behind, for a chance to tie up the knots he had left hanging, to at least make sure that the ones he cares about know that he's doing alright, even if he isn't.

Appearance Description

More cute than cool, more beta than alpha, Yuuki has a dimunitive frame that's complemented by his unimpressive height of 5'3 and large eyes that give him the impression of a small animal. His face is baby-like as well, comfortably round, while his hands are the soft hands of a boy that never worked a day of his life. A pale complexion makes him reminiscent of the children of northern plains, while the brightness and warmth of his eyes speaks volumes of the type of person he is. He instinctively dresses warmly, preferring coats to shirts, scarves to sunglasses, even if logic dictates that such clothing is worthless on a warm summer's day. Yuuki doesn't care. It's just his preference.

Personality

Some would consider Yuuki to be kind to a fault, to the extent that it's clear he's a spineless pacifist who would smile and nod even as you hurled abuse towards him. They are right. He is that type of person, a silly doofus who can laugh off jabs and who refuses to throw punches in response to provocation. Life's too short to be held down by grudges, after all, and as far as he's concerned, everything will work out as long as people took the time to listen and compromise. A bit of a romanticist, a bit of an airhead, Yuuki takes everything in stride and does his best to stay under the radar and out of trouble. After all, he'd feel bad if he'd have to tread onto others in order to get what he needed, and he'd feel just as bad if people went out of their way to trouble themselves with his own affairs. Those are his own problems, not theirs, and though he would hypocritically offer his own help to others, Yuuki's not all that interested in receiving the help of others. The pride of a rabbit, perhaps? Or maybe the stubbornness of a self-deprecating dork? Who knows.

Despite being someone who loves sappy ideas of 'true love' and 'fated meetings', he's never been in a proper relationship, nor has he ever fully garnered the interest or attention of another. When confronted with the attraction of others, there is no doubt that Yuuki will melt into a stammering mess of embarrassment and regret.

Bio

Yuuki's life was as normal as it could have been. He was born as the eldest son, treated his younger sister as well as he could have, cared for his father when his mother left, and was generally a good student in school. Other kids caused troubles. Other kids were more remarkable. Other kids got into relationships. But he stayed in the center of those great circles, managing to remain on friendly terms with all of them. Yuuki didn't want to create waves, nor did he have any delusions of grandeur that was common amongst his age group. Heroism was hard, while hedonism seemed exhausting. Given a choice, he'd always take the path of least resistance, drifting through life peacefully.

But then he met a girl he could side with, someone who he was willing to take a harder path with. A girl with a guitar, dreaming of a brighter future despite the inevitability of fate, the world that sought to take everything from her. If he was with her, he thought he could change. If he was with her, he thought he should change.

So Yuuki, the half-baked pacifist who meandered through life despite all the sacrifices it took, decided to run away with her. From the remains of his family, from the snowbound city, from the systems that governed the world, from everything and nothing, to something new.

On a clear, starry night, he said his prayers to his mother and his sister.

On a clear, starry night, he ran out in his first and last act of rebellion.

On a clear, starry night, he found himself on a bright, sunny day.

Magics
23

Abstract Magics

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Extra
The brightest eyes cast the darkest shadows.

Sharper minds would know that even rabbits have fangs.

Even now, he remembers her crackling voice.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Hm, just a thought...but is burying people alive actually an instant kill? All things considered, I would imagine that our characters are strong enough to blast through dirt fairly easily. Along a similar vein of thought, an unblockable attack doesn't necessarily equate to an undodgeable attack, nor does it mean it's a fatal attack.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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A part of her still missed it, really.

The satisfying sensation of throwing someone over her shoulder every Monday and Wednesday, watching the air burst out of their lungs as a mixture of astonishment and respect bloomed over their expression.

The addictive pain that shook through her forearms on every Tuesday and Thursday, when a high speed serve was received perfectly and launched so high into the air that it would graze the lights, while her team assembled into a synchronized offensive.

As she passed by the gym, hearing the shouts of former classmates, Maiko turned in that direction, caught a glimpse of Miso City High’s yellow-and-white uniform through the faded glass. Green eyes lingered for just a moment, before she turned away once more, bobbing her head to the exquisite DnB track by DJ Miche. A part of her did, but another part knew that such clubs wouldn’t bring her anywhere special, anywhere new. For that, there was only one place for a battle junkie like her to go.

The Detention Club.

A quick stop at the vending machine for some red bean soup and she skipped up three flights of stairs to reach the westward classroom that served as the headquarters for Miso City’s edgy reboot of a Magical Girl team. Throwing the door to the side and causing loud bang, Maiko stepped into the room with a cheery “Sup!” before cracking open her lukewarm can and taking a swig. Cookies were provided as well, and the sporty girl took those three at a time, going through six of the much too small confections in three seconds.

Black Shot, the edgy two-faced weirdo.

Fortuna, the frigid bitch with a sweet ride.

Fallen Prince, the girl straight out of a chuuni’s wet dream.

Wither, the one who was even WORSE than the little prince in that regard.

“Not the cheeriest group today, eh?” Maiko remarked, plopping down on a seat in a particularly manly manner. “Little birdie told me that y’all cracked down on a horde of ants last night. How did that go? They didn’t fuse or nothing, right?”

She sure hoped the Nightmares didn’t. It’d been two goddamn weeks since she’s fought any Nightmare worth her time and if yesterday had been that sought-after big boy, she was seriously going to have to bully the fuck out of her manager for her shit shift management skills.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

BATTORU

Magical Girl Appearance

Kamogawa 'Asura' Maiko

⚔ ☯ ㊊ ✠

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Age: 16
Emblem: A large tattoo, composed of scarlet ink and reminiscent of a greatsword, stretches from the base of Maiko’s neck to her lower back. In the dark, it pulsates gently to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Devil Arm: Once, Maiko wielded a beautiful greatsword, crafted of quicksilver and embossed with golden dragons. That sword is gone now, shattered under the pressure of her battle lust, its misshapen shards sinking into her flesh and remaking her vital organs. Her heart is nigh unbreakable, while her bones have hardened to the extent that her former armor is redundant at best, a handicap at worst.

Magic: When she was elated with her powers as a magical girl, Maiko played with space itself, capable of freely manipulating distance and creating portals that would swallow up and redirect the attacks of her enemies. It was a highly potent defensive and counter-based fighting style. Now though, she hardly cares for her spatial sorcery, instead boosting her physical parameters and regenerative capabilities to monstrous levels.

Only one truly magical power still resides within Maiko, both a mark of her conviction and a sign of her fraying madness: Quickstep, a short-range teleportation ability that brings her face-to-face with her enemies. No retreat, no escape, no ranged combat. She will always be there to beat their face in.

Background
She wanted to fight for more.

It was never about friendship. It was never about protecting normality. It was never about standing up for the weak. It was a fight against boredom, against a reality that threatened to swallow her whole and hammer her down. Magical girls were only magical for as long as they were ‘girls’ after all, and though her brother may have been blessed with having an ‘extraordinary’ life, Maiko’s own prospects were so much dimmer.

So before she fell apart, before she became another nail in a plank, she’ll drown herself in the boundary line between life and death, risking her sanity and her limbs to be reborn again and again in the shredded resentment of her foes.

None of her family was in harms’ way. None of her friends had met tragic ends. Her entire life was bereft of suffering, and her heart was not made of fragile innocence.

No, Maiko shattered her holy sword simply because she wanted something new.

When she clenches her fist on a night with a full moon, she clenches it not in opposition of the abnormal, but in opposition of the ordinary.

Inventory: A cheap MP3 player and an equally cheap set of earbuds, loaded up with songs that get her blood pumping and her mind in the zone.

Sample Post

It writhed like a wingless wyrm, bubbles of tar popping from its diseased form as it slunk around the shadows, searching for succulent sorrows on that full moon night. The alleyway was dim, but not dim enough to mask the abyssal aberration that it housed, and three blocks away, Maiko had no problem at all spotting it.

It was simply the question then, of whether she should let this Nightmare grow a little bigger before reaping her harvest, or if she should take care of it now, before someone else takes her prey. Decisions, decisions, decisions. Her legs swung off the side of the roof as the nighttime breeze tousled her ashen hair. Heavy beats hammered down her eardrums, numbing the stress of the last month, while her gauntleted hands continued to clench and unclench.

Yes or no?

In her mind’s eye, the coin flipped and dropped, clattering in the void.

Yes.

The Devil’s Heart hammered against her rib cage as her toes dug into the concrete of the building. From here, it was a straight shot, and she kicked off, spider web fractures bursting from where she launched herself. A shadowed blur crossed through the starry sky with a smile, smashing into the Nightmare. It retaliated almost immediately, a dozen arachnid-esque appendages shlopping from its grotesque form to skewer the intruder.

But it was too late.

Its response had been that of a monster, not of a mortal, and by the time its counterattack began, Maiko was already laughing, grabbing fistfuls of goop and ripping the Nightmare apart. Within moments, the walls were painted black with resentment, broken appendages tossed haphazardly across the quiet alleyway. The core of the monster seeped into her soul.

She enjoyed the afterglow of violence, for just a moment.

Then, she spat out a wad of phlegm.

Fuck, that wasn’t nearly enough.

Shoulda let it grow after all.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Cool. How should I start IC-wise?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@TheWindel
Yup. It's purely self-targetted now.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@KoL
First point is due to how she's aware that she won't be a magical girl forever, either through corruption, death, or family obligations. Also, there probably isn't any case that she's aware of where a 20-30 year old woman with a family became a magical girl, so yeeee.

Second point is because her brother is talented enough to live as he wants do, doing crazy shit that sounds like it belongs to a different genre, and she has no small amount of jealousy towards him in that regard.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Hannah

Like the girl that came before her, what greeted Hannah was the ocean and the port that stretched out towards it. Waves lapped the beach, while lights floated by imposing warehouses. Large vessels bobbed up and down, anchored to the port, and shadowy individuals huddled with their fishing rods slightly bent. Above, the stars were clearer than they were before, and the irritating noise that came from the west was all but whispers at that point, drowned out by the landward breeze.

This was something new. An experience that elicited no emotions of ‘something she should know’. Overheard, the twin moons cast their light down upon the harbor, silver basking the dark green waters. The world was unknown still, but at least it was pretty.

A cry of pain caught her eyes then, wild gesticulations from two figures bringing her attention to the rather odd pairing: a bearded bear of a man clutching his face while a small, exotic-looking girl watched on, her movements simultaneously hesitant and surprised.

Whatever they were doing, it certainly looked like trouble.

Aoi

Though Aoi chose to follow Ash and Matteo westwards, the crowds made it hard to keep track of the two, especially once the two split off of their own accord, swallowed up by the merry masses. Without one of those plate-armored guards acting as their chaperones, it was all too easy for them to be separated, their ‘out-of-place’ clothing not looking nearly as outlandish when compared to the costumes of some performers. Combined with the necklace that now marked her out as a member of the Silver Moon, and people became much friendlier than they were before. A performer or two shot her a wink, breaking off from the regular routine to devote a short cadenza to her, while more than just a couple men and women appreciated her bountiful posterior.

There were the downtrodden, of course, as well as the blue-robed who occasionally gave them alms. There were vendors as well, too busy cooking meats and veggies to bother with an unpaying customer. And the taverns were populated by quieter folk, crowded as they were. The amount of options present for pursuit were many, but before Aoi could make any choice for herself, a heavy, armored arm wrapped around her shoulder, a noxious combination of alcohol and grease hitting her like a truck.

A scruffy, drunk man, clad in armor yet holding none of the discipline that she had witnessed in the stalwart guard, shot a toothy grin at her. “Heeeyyy tharrr,” he drawled, drunkenness clear in his movements, “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out here without a man, mmmm? C’mon, lemme show you a good time, girlie, guehuehuehue…”

With that, he began to half-drag her elsewhere, towards more raucous, vulgar streets.

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

Ah, it's less an issue of the RP being too fast and more an issue of it being tooo slow. I can do a post every couple days fairly easily, but one every half month would be a bit hellish for my personal pace preference. XD

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

I'll keep an eye on this. How fast do you want the RP to be progressing, post rate wise?