ERode

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

Huh, gotta ask. Is it possible for a character to be of more noble breeding? Or would you prefer to have every be set as nameless nerds? And how's em literacy levels?

Jigokuraku Academy Int Chek (Hero Academia AU)

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪

When the Symbol of Peace felled the shadow king behind Japan’s Underworld, he fell with alongside him, ending the Golden age of peace and prosperity in the Land of the Rising Sun. Despite the best efforts of professional heroes and the government, the pent-up frustrations of society’s miscreants couldn’t be stoppered and the crime rate rose dramatically. In some parts of Japan, the Yakuza once again became the chivalrous ‘gray’ organization that locals depended on. In other parts of Japan, especially major cities, the sight of heroes patrolling amongst the sound of distant sirens has become commonplace. And further off, in mountains and forests, smaller communities have formed up, seeking safety and peace in isolation.

It had been three years since society’s pillar crumbled, and the virulent malignance that was ‘Villainy’ showed no signs of ceasing, no matter how fast, how thorough, how hard the heroes had worked. To make matters worse, whether through natural tragedy or manufactured design, the Quirk gene had begun manifesting within animals at a much faster rate than normal. A rat with superhuman knowledge was one thing, but when an innocuous kitten sprouted steel-penetrating spikes? When the monkey in the cage grew ten times in size? Their strength monstrous, their nature vicious, was a threat incomprehensible to heroes that had grown accustomed to a certain ‘human restraint’ inside their mortal enemies. All that added further to the strain put upon society, matters only exacerbating when the earthquakes and tsunamis that have historically always been a part of Japan’s plights manifested themselves.

In the west, UA still produced wonderful heroes. In the east, Shiketsu did the same. And, from the perspective of an individual, at the very least, society had not grown too horrible, too dreary. Normalcy bias was a wonderful thing, after all, and no matter how many horrors occurred in the country, in the far off prefecture, in your prefecture, in your city, it was easy enough for many to believe that the world was still ‘fine’.

In the worst case scenario, after all, Japan could depend on the Number 1 Heroes of other countries.

But not everyone believed in a fail-safe. Not everyone believed that a powerful Quirk made a hero. Not everyone could sleep at night in peace simply because ‘it could be worse’.

In a quiet part of Japan, nestled among beautiful forests and mountains, with the ocean merely a couple hours drive away, Jigokuraku Academy opened its doors, welcoming anyone who wanted to be a hero and was told they couldn’t.

It could always get worse. But why not make it better?

𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤

• This RP is set in the Chiba Prefecture, three years after All Might defeated All For One, and then ended up dying from injuries himself. Outside of those two deceased characters, there are no others from the MHA canon.
  In terms of being famous schools for raising up young heroes, UA and Shiketsu are still considered the very best options, and many other schools are famous locally as well. Jigokuraku Academy, on the other hand, is a completely new school, run by a former professional hero.
• Heroes are paid with monthly salaries that persist even if they are hospitalized, but this salary varies depending on how highly ranked they are. Only those within the top 50 nationally, the top 10 within their prefecture, or specialist heroes with exceptionally useful Quirks can afford to work full-time as professional heroes. Others must take jobs on the side or get sponsored by large corporations, which comes with its own set of challenges.
• While the police force still cooperates happily with heroes, the JSDF, which has beefed up over the years following the climactic battle between Good and Evil, sees heroes as costumed thugs that are out of control. The JSDF is mainly tasked with exterminating Quirk-empowered animals, occasionally collaborating with heroes in that regard.
• With the emergence of more villains, and thus, more people being in positive relationships with villains, there has been public backlash about heroes applying excessive force or causing collateral damage in their fights against evil. A few rather famous heroes during the Symbol of Peace era have been forced to retire in the post-Peace era due to the inherently destructive nature of their Quirks causing way more lawsuits than they can afford to challenge.
• One can now apply for Quirk Usage Licenses without taking a Provisional Hero License exam, as long as they only use said quirks in their designated workspaces. This has benefited the construction industry the most, allowing society to, if nothing else, recover quickly after a disaster. The incident response team (police, firefighters, ambulance), however, are still considered the dumping ground for those who are ‘heroic’ but lack the Quirks to become ‘heroes’. Using a Quirk outside of your designated workspace will end up in the license being revoked and a one year suspension before you can reapply.
• If one were to consider the general power levels of Quirks possessed between professions, it'll be ranked from highest to lowest: Heroes > JSDF > Construction > Police > Everything Else.
• Though not quite as powerful as during AFO’s reign, Japan’s criminal underworld has grown stronger at a steady rate, with prominent organizations and individuals being the main focus of the heroic efforts.
• Noumus and Quirk-Altering Drugs do not currently exist.
• This RP may turn out to be a bit darker than My Hero Academia currently is, but its darkness probably won't ever compare to GOBLIN SLAYER. It's still a RP about heroic wannabes, after all~!

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤

When thinking up a Quirk for your character, keep it simple. Your characters are most likely individuals who ended up applying to Jigokuraku Academy because their abilities aren’t impressive enough to get into other schools, though some exceptions may apply. Perhaps the power output is lacking, such as the difference between Bakugou’s meteoric explosions and some random’s balloon-bursting explosion. Perhaps the application is too limited, such as the difference between Momo’s ability to create everything compared to a poor lad’s ability to create only bean bags. Perhaps it’s just an ability that one can only use a few times before getting knocked out, such as the difference between Todoroki’s endless waves of ice and fire compared to some curly haired bastard’s ability to only do superpunches by breaking his own arms. Regardless of what it is, the focus of the RP is to find creative applications in an unimpressive power and make it hella cool, not to start off with the grand prize of a power lottery and ascend to greatness from there.

Use your head and your guts, not your once-in-a-thousand-years talent. I will be judging most Quirks with this sort of criteria in mind. Please do not expect your Quirks to grow new functions over the course of the RP…but it probably will happen randomly. Mutations are mutations, after all~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕥

Anything that is marked with a *** is to be PM'd to me rather than posted. It would be useful for you to get a quirk ok'd with me first before moving onto other stuff, in case the quirk and the character you have in mind is intrinsically meshed together.

Template

Character Image: Anime style only.
Character Quote: A character-revealing one-liner they'd say a lot. Optional.
Name: Last Name, First Name
Age: As first year students, you'll be either 14 or 15 years old. If you have a reason in your background to make them older, explain it to me first before turning them into a 50 year old dude.
Height: Put it in feet and inches.
Weight: Put it in pounds.
Build: Use one or two adjectives to describe the state of their body if it differs from the picture. Optional.
Quirk: Name the quirk and then offer one to two sentences summarizing what it does.
***Quirk Details: Give me all the nitty gritty mechanics you want about it.
***Quirk Development: Give me ideas of how you'd like the Quirk to grow as the RP progresses. I may or may not use those ideas.
Description: Mesh physical appearance, personality, and backstory into one cohesive chunk of writing. All these things should feed into each other, after all.
***Juicy Backstory Secrets: If you want to start off personal drama and shit or have some particularly gnarly backstory stuff that you want to reveal later on in the RP, preferrably with IC-shattering consequences, do it here. Try not to make to TOO edgy though. Optional.
Miscellaneous: Likes, dislikes, voice actors, theme songs, etc. Whatever the hell you want. Optional.
***Fears: Concrete fears you'd like me to torment your characters with in the future. Optional.

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Update:

• Posts will be on a weekly basis, with collaborative posts if necessary.
• Signups will close on Fridays, OOC will be set up on Saturday and Sunday, IC will begin either Sunday Evening or Monday Morning.
• Amount of open slots will be around 12, but may fluctuate depending on the circumstances.

Current Character Ideas:

• @Protean Pair Quirk-Enhancing Quirk, belonging to a dude with a chip on his shoulder.
• @I Need A Name Doppelganger Quirk, capable of creating one copy of the user. DONE.
• @KoL Feline mutant quirk, belonging to a cat. DONE.
• @Lugubrious Stamina-Restoring Light Emission Quirk, belonging to a nice dude. DONE.
• @Turboshitter Super Eating Quirk, belonging to a shy but sunny quadriplegic. DONE.
• @Stern Algorithm Thunder Running Quirk, belonging to a forward-thinking perfectionist. DONE.
• @1Charak2 Kaiju Transformation Quirk, belonging to a tough biker chick. DONE.
• @Scribe of Thoth Short Range Teleportation Quirk, belonging to a happy shota. DONE.
• @TheWindel Laser Eyes Quirk, belonging to a shy normie. DONE.
• @ShwiggityShwah Turbine Arms Quirk, belonging to a cocky fellow. DONE.
• @vFear Horn Sprouting Quirk, belonging an apathetic dude. DONE.
• @Animal USB Cord Tail Quirk, capable of fusing with anything and sharing information with them. DONE.
• @follycle Gas Conversion Quirk, belonging to an optimist waif. DONE.
• @Delta44 Suppressive Emitter Quirk, belonging to a bipolar chick. DONE.
• @zelosse Music Empowerment Quirk, belonging to a pretty weird dude. DONE.
• @AdmrlStalfos19 Water Absorption Quirk, belonging to an inflatable kiddo. DONE.
• @Sho Minazuki Light-Based Creation Quirk, belonging to a blond.

Number 1 Heroes around the World

Japan's Current Number 1: Magical Miracle Purity Light

Housed in Tokyo, and the sole reason why that particular prefecture has a crime rate that's still the same as it was during the Symbol of Peace era. Her Quirk allows her to create transparent barriers at any perceivable range, enabling her to protect, attack, and capture with her mind alone. Most criminals know not to trespass upon her holy ground because even if Magical Miracle Purity Light may not have the firepower to knock them out, she is wholly capable of impeding their activities until other heroes come to finish the job. In order to have the best possible defensive range, she partners up with Magical Miracle Purity Sight, the Empath Hero.

A good portion of her popularity stems from being a 'magical girl', and she's weirdly popular with men in their mid-30s who are convinced she's 15 years old, even when she's peaking in her late-20s at this point. Must be the face.

China's Current Number 1: Mad Chains

A hardcore hero who strikes fear in the hearts of all villains (and often times seems rather villainous himself), Mad Chains reached his spot in the Hero Rankings almost purely from merit. There's no doubt a cult following, but his true claim to fame is his inhuman work ethic that gave him the world record for 'longest streak of days without break'. Of course, that's due to his Immortal Quirk, granting him the ability to practically never die, as well as endless stamina, but considering the mental repurcussions of hero work, it's still rather impressive. Against human villains, he's an absolute menace. Against monstrous animals, he will literally punch them out from inside their stomach if that's what it takes.

Though he's mostly popular with university-aged guys who are absolutely awed by how FUCKING BADASS AND GORY AND EDGY he is, Mad Chains also has a weird fanclub called the 'Mad Maidens' who go about obssessing over which pieces of him they managed to pick up during his bloodier fights. Maybe some girls like guys who can take punishment. Life is strange, really.

USA's Current Number 1: Nightscape

Elegant and gentlemanly, Nightscape's Quirk allows him to finely manipulate and alter the properities of his cape, and he eloquently flies through the cities of America on an endless tour, tossing roses at his fangirls while kicking villain ass while he's at it. Famously promiscuous, he proudly states that he's got a woman waiting for him in every town, but still manages to get more woman in his sheets regardless of his cheating ass. Maybe it's the charm or something. Despite his frivolous nature, however, he's saved the country from nuclear terrorist scheme to nuclear terrorist scheme, always managing to pull through in the end. Even his critics have to admit that he's the real deal as a top tier superhero, no matter who he beds that night.

Rumors in tabloids say that his heart actually belongs to a 'Misery Mancer', the supposed daughter of the infamous supervillainess, Madame Frankenstein...but wew, that'd make for an awkward wedding, wouldn't it?

Russia's Number 1: MAXIMUM

A veteran from the pre-Symbol of Peace era, MAXIMUM is a silver fox that never bothered retiring and never bothered putting on a shirt. The epitome of Russian hardiness, his Ironclad Quirk transforms his body into artillery, firing heavy ordinance and delivering rocket punches to all those that dare stand in his way. In the country that has more monsters than villains, more barren land than cities, MAXIMUM's maximum firepower can always be seen on display, laying waste to the behemoths that would cause lesser, less manly heroes to closely reexamine why they signed up for this job. His weaponry's also powered by alcohol, so MAXIMUM actually has a reason to drink on the job, making him even more popular with the young gopniks.

Despite everything he does, however, most of his paycheck still goes to his three ex-wives and the children in their custody. Being a father's pretty hard work, sadly, and he's losing more hair every day, wondering if he'd go to his deathbed alone.

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ -- A Fantasy Adventure Thingie

Why not. Let's go boiiiii.

Also, what sort of post speed are you looking for here? And general level of writing?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@I Need A Name@Noxx

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"Hey now," Maiko grinned at Touka, "It's not like I can't get all hotblooded and hyper destructive myself. I just don't want to end up breaking anything that can't be fixed, you know? Like, say..."

She gestured around, at the park that was in ruins, a winter landscape forever scarred by the careless violence of girls with more power than they needed. Really, it was pretty funny, wasn't it? How did the battle maniac of the Detention Club turn out to be the one that caused the least environmental damage? Maybe those meditations she had as a child helped after all. Maybe the problem was that there wasn't ever another physical-booster magical girl that made things truly desperate? Silvered eyes flickered to the moonlight, as Red Wire claimed the swordswoman, and Maiko sighed further.

Ah well. Maybe another day.

She breathed in the snow, the flame, the ink, the green, the blood, the sap, the rage, the soul. And with a flicker like a glitchy game, the martial artist slipped past Bastion's barriers and into the space right behind the flagbearer. Now, what was it again...

Winking at Kiru-Kiru who was hacking away from the outside of the barrier, Maiko whispered, "Nothing personnel, kid," and unleashed eighteen bone-shattering strikes to Bastion's back in the breadth of a blink. It was probably just another bad matchup, really, but hey, what can you do?

Rengoku

@Burger

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“Sure ‘bout this, Nano?” A bulky man spoke, leaning over the counter of a shop that smelled of oil and rust. “Yer a good kid, but the Brass City’s a bit beyond your talents, methinks. And monster hunting…never a safe choice.”

An ashen haired youth turned with a shrug, finalizing the contents of his tanned duffel bag. “Thanks for the warning, but I know all about the risks already, boss.”

The man snorted. “No, you don’t. Round the town’s plenty safe, and even the ruins aren’t bad. One week out though?”

“Orcs, kobolds, trolls?” Nano listed, tying up his bag, “Heard of ‘em as well.”

“Then you know it’s a fool’s errand.” He spat to the side, lifting a stump of a hand up onto the counter. “And I’ll always need another hand.”

“Maybe one day,” the youth laughed. “But not today.”

The older man snorted, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Don’t turn out like me, you little shit.”

“Love you too, Beil.” And without any more hesitation, Nano shifted his pack over his shoulders and left that small shop, his eyes as black as coal and as bright as stars.

Outside, the town square was as lovely as ever, people in various costumes mulling about in the morning light. It was a bright day, clear blue skies and crisp wind, and Rengoku was bustling. Adventurers hauled back their loot or bargained for discounts, children learned their trades as well as they could, and vendors hawked their wares to whoever walked by. Everywhere he looked, people popped out as individuals, sporting hair that didn’t make sense, eyes that didn’t make sense, clothes that didn’t make sense. Unique was a kind word. Disorderly was a cruel one. But it was always fun to spend a few moments to sweep the crowd, to make a guess at their occupation, their skill, their wealth, their class. But on that auspicious day, it wasn’t his eyes that were caught, but his ears. A nostalgic tune twisted through the air, mangled by footsteps and chatter, and, humming that same tune in his own mind, Nano pushed through the crowds, shouldering his way past armored warriors, stepping carefully around children lead by their adoptive parents. He spared a gentle smile at a sunny-haired girl with vines slowly curling over her hands, before slipping through the gaps of people and into an open space.

Well, that was certainly someone interesting.

A scarred face and a beautiful sword. A feathered hat and a bulky frame. Others bore their past mistakes on their bodies as well, but few did so as ruggedly as this adventurer. Far from his guitar playing, it was his own appearance that drew the most attention, and Nano could easily see a few others casting furtive glances at the man, half-intrigued yet with better things to do. That was their loss then. With a smile that burned like the sun, the ashen-haired youth stepped up.

“Trouble remembering how it goes?”

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

No one cared, that was who. Though Matteo's trained movements slowed slightly when Muu spoke up, it was too late by then, the trap much too simple compared to the complex locks that he had to pick back in that dark cavern. With a light tug, the hefty, fluffy rabbit fell down onto his waiting palm, the loosened snare hanging there.

And, just like, that, they had seven pounds of rabbit flesh, just in time for an early lunch. It was simply a matter of whether or not Ash, the resident woodswoman, wanted anything to do with this thievery.
@Burger

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Crusader Lord

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It was happening again.

What was happening to this city?

Her Sword gave her no answers, only a dull impact against the small of her back to remind her that it supported her actions, if only for the bloodshed that would occur because of them. The screams had been loud even three blocks down, and now that she was actually across the parking lot of Penrose Stadium, the horrors that filled the baseball field to the brim were literally spilling out from the seams. Whatever regrets she had about slipping out of her physics class had long gone, leaving only the same indignant flame that burned the day before.

What was Beacon doing? How did this situation spiral out of hand so quickly? When were Horrors so inclined with acting so brashly, so openly? Did the Gods no longer care? What the hell was going on in Penrose?

The girl let out a breath as she dragged her Silverlight against the pavement, sparks gently bouncing off from the tip as it rasped out the first strings of the nightmare waltz.

Her family didn’t go to Penrose for these games. They should be safe.

Her classmates probably wouldn’t be skipping classes when midterms were right around the corner. They should be safe.

Her landlord was a notorious shut-in who spent most of her time getting mad at kids on the internet. She should be safe.

That old lady who runs the cashier at the corner of Kingsway and Granville usually sleeps til around 2PM in the afternoon. She should be safe.

Mentally, she ticked away all those she cared about. Mentally, she kept score of all those who could be hurt by this event even if they weren’t physically involved. Mentally, she shaved away every last remnant of ‘Amaryllis’, leaving only a void for the ‘Knight of Rose’ to fill. Graceful and invincible. Stalwart and fleeting. Elegant in evisceration, eloquent in execution. The silvered blade that reflected the true worth of a soul, the color of saints and sinners.

Her sword burned with lunatic resplendence...

✦【S】【O】【L】【I】【L】【O】【Q】【U】【Y】✦

The moon shone, and she stood alone, bathed in fluorescent fire.

Her arms raised towards Diana, entwining in an infinite spiral, caressing the face of the heavens even as slender fingers grasped nothing. The maiden and the moon, separated by the vastness of distance.

But the Heavenly Muses, faceless and flowing, saw the offering and took it, nine celestial flowers twirling around her as moonlight bent and twirled, as her earthly garments dissolved into Edenic dress.

𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.

And yet, each step upon the moonrose staircase cast more light upon the starless void.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔨.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔢.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰.

She twirled at the insufficient peak, the Edenic fabric dissolving in starfire. Her arms unravelled like the blooming of a rose, and sparkling sand, lunar dust, fell from the moon, sifting through the gaps of her cupped hands.

The staircase shattered and, arching her back against the tyranny of gravity, she fell into a garden of roses, iron vines tearing into flesh.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢.

From the rose garden, the maiden knight resurfaced, clad in Silverlight and Starspace.

✦【I】 【A】【M】 【R】【E】【B】【O】【R】【N】✦

...and became quicksilver against the wretched abyss.

An azure bolt pierced through the vanguard in the perimeter, leaving a trail of rusted petals in the wake of the first step. There was no pause when the second step pulled her into the heart of the stadium, a venue of athleticism converted into a cesspool of depravity, and the burning ichor of her steel-blood seeped only deeper as her eyes caught the sole maiden dancing amongst the demons.

She had been willing to give the Maiden of Mystic Darkness the benefit of the doubt. Had planned on paying back the favor of information with a similar deed in the future. Now though…

The third step began the dance proper, the Knight of Rose cutting a thick swath through the horde at a speed purely physical. The strokes of her blade sheared through fresh flesh before the monstrosities behind her even had time to fall apart, while the shockwaves caused by her movement drove back lesser creatures. It was slaughter at high speed, but it was mere afterthought as the influence of her Sword spread further throughout the stadium of fiends and monsters, unlike, like a virus, the dark chains that bound the still-living humans glowed silver. Shadows dissipated, overridden by the specialized spellcraft of the Knight, and, with the schlink of rasping metal, each silver chain linked up with one another, locking down all the captured humans down where they laid.

A fourth step, and she leapt out of the eldritch quagmire, standing atop the unlit floodlights of the stadium. Her hair billowed in the wind. Her sword glittered against the morning sun. Her roses fell, as condolence for all the lives taken so soon, so violently.

The horde beneath her still writhed, and the perpetrator still breathed, still sinned, but her declaration had to be made regardless. Flourishing the rapier, Amaryllis pointed it down towards Annabelle, feeling the bloodlust and battlejoy of her Patron pounding into her lungs.

"𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰.
𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰, ℑ 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣.
𝔄𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢!
𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱!"
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Rengoku

bitterbatterbotherbrother

𝟝’𝟛 | 𝟙𝟙𝟝 𝕝𝕓𝕤 | 𝟚𝟙 𝕪/𝕠

Nano Lemmings

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣.

_{Hair like ash, eyes like coal.
Sing a song, steal a soul.
Skin like ice, smiles like star.
Strike a note, call a bar.
Father Mother, Farther, Further.
Meteor Showers, Murmurs Murder.}

Personality
Nano’s a nice kid, a ball of tranquil optimism despite the strange world he’s found himself in. An avid reader, he always carries a thick, leather-bound book with himself, making it a habit of his to read it early every morning and every night. He’s a bit protective of his possessions, really, and though he’s always willing to help people, he’s rarely willing to ‘give to’ people. A person who enjoys relying on himself the most, Nano prefers walking to riding, citing how they effectively have unlimited time anyways, and operates on his own pace, with deadlines and meeting times acting as a suggestion rather than a rule. A freespirited young lad, Nano’s singular objective is to have fun in this odd world, even if his definition of fun may be at odds with his cherubic appearance.

Sometimes, it feels like he’s trying a bit too hard though. But at what, no one knows.

Background
An ordinary child, living in an industrial world devoid of silence. The gears were always turning, the stacks were already billowing, and the night was always bright with incandescent stars. He found solace in his father’s study, even when the best books were too precious to be unlocked from their glass cabinets, and when he grew older, found joy in the workshop in the basement, where boxes sang songs and cogs danced with precise elegance. Those were pleasant, fleeting times, made all the more beautiful as his small world expanded to encompass those around him as well.

The envy of every eye, the treasure of his mind. His dearest possession, now that the genuine article is forever out of reach, now that every day seeps away more of those sepia vignettes.

He never wanted to find himself in a new world, but then again, he never ever got anything he wanted to begin with.

Talents
Bushwhacking
Fixing Clocks and Music Boxes
Eating Weird Food
Improvising Writing Tools

Equipment
Sanitary Bootknife
Old Leather Chestguard

Rengoku

Burger would probably prioritize others who already have made CSes in case of a drop, just so you're aware.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Despite Muu’s worries, the Bladedancer’s concerns were largely ignored in favor of Ash’s direction. Her voice was too soft for anyone else to really pick up, after all, and regardless of her new clothes and weapon, her interior didn’t change enough to go against the flow of the rest of the people. Without much further ado, it was decided that they would head out for the western gate, intending on scouting out the so called fort. Passing through many of the taverns that had once mesmerized them a week ago, some of them may recall still that the crypt they had emerged from was in that same direction. But no matter where they looked, the trainee monster hunters couldn’t spot any building that looked quite like the one they awoken in.

That was a small oddity though, quickly wiped away when the guards at the western gate side-eyed their sorry state of affairs and checked out their necklaces, before the more portly of the two smacked Matteo on the back and wished him good luck. When the two guards thought they were out of earshot, the bets began being made about whether or not these freshies would be coming back that night.

But that wasn’t any concern for the small party.

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Though the road towards the western forests started off as well paved, dirt packed down tight from years, decades of others marching down the same path, eventually the road turned into a mess of branches, stones, and mud. Flies darted in and out of their ears, while clouds of gnats spun into condensed swarms when the adventurers neared. The foliage thickened up soon enough as well, and with only directions as vague as ‘west’, it wasn’t all too certain if they were actually on the right path to Rugome Fort, if they had overshot it or missed a turn amongst the game trails that they followed. This sudden introduction to the woods and discomfort was especially taxing on Muu, who, despite how harsh her own acrobatics training was, hadn’t acclimated at all to the wild, untamed landscape. More than once had her feet gotten caught on a root, and her scarlet scarf, despite being so dramatic and stylish out in the open, had snagged countless times on the small branches and brambles that they pushed themselves through. With Ash in the lead, however, the going wasn’t nearly as rough as it could have been, the fledgling ranger at ease with the unruly paths of the woods, all as her trained eyes kept an eye out for tracks, either monstrous or animal.

After a two hour jaunt through the woods, the group caught their first lucky break. Passing over a fallen pine, Ash spotted the small, bounding tracks of a rabbit, easy enough to follow through the narrow dirt trail that sliced through verdant grass. Continuing further along, their fortune seemed to only increase at the sight of that same, tracked rabbit now hanging from the noose of someone else’s trap. It was certainly dead, and it also looked fresh enough that maggots had not settled into the corpse yet. Hanging from twined loop over a thick branch that was nailed to a tree, the handiwork, from Ash’s judgment at least, looked to be crude and effective.
Whatever the case of this was, with both Ash and Matteo’s expertise, they could doubtlessly remove the rabbit, reset the trap, and leave with their spoils before the setter noticed it. But…was that right?

No, fuck that. Righteousness may make them feel like saints, but feelings didn’t sate stomachs.