ERode

Re:Unison

Its a shame, but yeah. A quick clean break's.better than draggong it out. Peace dude.

Talrae Reborn

Status

Level 15
Health: 2900/2900
Mana: 3300/3300

Strength: 30 + 5 [Power Treads]
Agility: 85 + 5 [Skirmisher's Buckler] + 5 [Cutthroat Gloves] - 4 [5% Armor Reduction]
Intelligence: 0
Stamina: 10

Action Slots: 7 + 4
Defense: 13U 27P 12B 6C 11M

Skills

Polearm Wielding 70
Acting 20
Beautifying 20
Light Step 20
Sewing 44

Equipment

Steel Spear (Mythic) _{Electricity Affinity, +7% Damage}
Cutthroat Gloves (Uncommon) _{+5 AGI}
Light’s Bane Cloak (Uncommon) _{+5 Hide}
Leather Armor (Uncommon) _{7U/9P/11B/5C/10M, 5% AGI penalty}
Fancy Clothes (Uncommon) _10P
Skirmisher’s Buckler (Uncommon) _{4U/6P, +5 AGI}
Power Treads (Uncommon) _{+5 STR}
Ring of Protection (Uncommon) _{+1% to all items' resistances}
Teleport Ring (Common) _{Teleport small distance, once per day.}
Jewelry x2 (Common)

Lagley’s Spear (Uncommon) _{Large, 5% Crit Chance}
Boots of Travel (Uncommon) _{2x Walking Speed}
Raincoat (Common) _{Soaked Debuff reduced}

Passives

Lycanbane - Increased Damage against Lycan-based Enemies
Feral Experience (X/Title) - If User is to gain experience in Wild Areas, User receives increased bonus experience.

Light’s Bane Cloak _{+5 Hide}
Ring of Protection _{+1% to all items' resistances.}
Teleport Ring _{Teleport small distance, once per day.}

Light-speed Escape (8) User's body automatically moves a medium distance away at the speed of light when they fall below 10% of maximum HP. Passive.

Bounty (1/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Passive.
Greater Bounty (5/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty. Passive.
Grand Bounty (10/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive.
Ultimate Bounty (15/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive

Trip (15/Universal) Upon successfully avoiding an enemy's melee attack, the user automatically uses their weapon to trip the opponent knocking them prone.
Blood Thirst (15/Universal) User gains 10% of their damage as HP. Does not work with Actions and Spells.

Flexible (1/Lancer) _{Whenever user successfully Evades a melee attack against the user, user may immediately move backwards or counterattack to deal low piercing damage.}
Practiced Steps (5/Lancer) _{User gains +15% Evasion chance if an opponent has a short-range melee weapon.}
Polearm Mastery (10/Lancer) _{User's normal attacks deal 5% additional damage.}

Summary

blippity boop

This…well, it wasn’t treasure or a dungeon, but she knew at least one person that was interested in this. How many other Arena-goers had known about this? Probably not too much. The value of information was greatly increased by how fresh that information was. By tomorrow, more specialized guilds would have looked into this anomaly, and if there was hidden information here, they’d be able to capitalize on it first.

And Cecilia certainly couldn’t have that happen at all, hm?

Kneeling down, she examined the chamber carefully, noting how the dust had managed to accumulate so thickly, how the floor itself was completely dry despite the heavy storm that had just passed and the contents of the room itself. It was like a study, perhaps, or the site of a magical ritual, except it had somehow…been wholly emptied of any papers or reagents, leaving only curious rings of metal and stone behind. Was there an attack here? Or had someone, in the past, ransacked this place, taking everything except the furniture? Her map was checked next; the area remained blackened, blotted out, even after she had entered it.

So maybe she didn’t truly enter the area.

The arch at the entrance probably had something to do with it. Maybe a password that had to be spoken before entering, with the answer conveniently being those indecipherable texts inscribed in the stone. Or maybe the developers had been too busy designing the death-game portion of Talrae that they simply forgot to develop this area. Fucking chumps. Cecilia rolled her eyes, before snuffing out her torch.

The night sky was pleasant when her eyes adjusted to it, alien galaxies streaming overhead. It was quiet here, more so that the forests of Genesis at night. That was magic too, wasn’t it? She’ll go bug Willow about it in the morning. For now though…

This is Tonitrus, reporting in.

I’ve uncovered a curious black box within the third floor of the Arena. Enclosed within this message are screenshots of the area I’m currently in, as well as the Talraean script that was inscribed above the entrance of this room. To add in extra details: the dust within has accumulated for years, and the opening you see above does not appear to actually be an opening, as neither rain nor wind has entered this room. Sound here is muffled, and my map does not update this area despite myself being inside.

I advise tomorrow that we split up to investigate before leaving town. I presume no one has engaged with Valrene Vestrine yet about the Poison Gland request?

Regards,

Tonitrus

There was a ping as she sent the message, before Cecilia exited the curious room, heading back to the inn. Her more inquisitive side wondered what would happen if she had camped in that silent chamber for the night, but on the other hand, River already paid for the room, and she’d be remiss to refuse his generosity.

Well, she felt as if they were even though. After all, she was the one that located his subclass trainer for him.

You Too Can Become A Hero! || My Hero Academia RP

KiwiTime, Nomadic, KiwiTime. Literally on the same page too, oof.

Re:Unison

Gotcha. Drink lotsa water dude.

Re:Unison

Ey, how's the progress looking now?

You Too Can Become A Hero! || My Hero Academia RP

The entrance exam was difficult. That was the conclusion Rokkaku came to as he rode the bus to UA for the first day of lessons.
The objective was to save a hostage from a host of robots while minimizing collateral damage and also ensuring the safety of the citizens scattered around the area. Though it wasn’t anything wholly out of hand, the problem laid in the time limit. Thirty minutes was hardly any time at all, especially when students hadn’t been provided any information at all about the layout of the area and the location of the hostage. Rokkaku felt sorry for those who were less physically able; this exam required endurance and speed, as well as cool judgment and precision. The world of heroic education was cutthroat, wasn’t it?

Thankfully, he had it easier than most.

First, establish a safe zone. The robots were plentiful, but like all machines, were simple. As it was their programming, rather than their nature, that made them oppose him, Rokkaku didn’t lay a hand on them, instead simply leading them on, sometimes outrunning them, other times distracting them. Quick observations had marked them as machines that were programmed to roam the area they were assigned to. By having them give chase, he was able to create pockets of space within the urban center that were devoid of nearby robots.

Second, use the safe zone. In an area with plenty of vertical obstacles, Rokkaku’s ability to jump was easy to leverage, bypassing stairwells to reach citizens in apartment suites. Perhaps it was a bit rough, but his mobility allowed him to quickly shuttle them into the empty pockets of space where robots no longer roamed. To evacuate them all would require superhuman strength, and as dummies, there was no way for him to actually lead them without having to physically carry them, so the simplest method had been to keep them all in a place where he’d know they’re safe. Thus the safe zone. Completion of this task took most of his time, but being able to view things from a bird’s eye view made it easy to avoid the robots’ detection.

Third, rescue the hostage. The density of the robot guards around the hostage, while intimidating, wasn’t a large problem in retrospect. What was a greater problem was the grenade launchers that some of them wielded; robots didn’t care about friendly fire and any injury upon the hostage was a failure. Speed then, was the priority. It was unfortunate, in some aspects, that the area, despite being full of buildings, had no utilities or ornamentation inside those buildings. An improvised smoke bomb would be useful, or even just a large blanket. Maybe there was a better way to do it. A way that didn’t involve combat, that could settle things with zero damage done to the robots.

But time was running out. Thirty minutes was hardly enough time to get anything done. And as the pressure mounted, the impulse kicked in.

He got up onto an adjacent building, dropped down, and landed onto the robot closest to the hostage. It wasn't Meteoric; the machine remained unfazed as it reached out towards Rokkaku. But grabbing onto the hostage took a split-second, and the youth’s legs, powerful as they were, escaped the clutches and the rain of bullets an instant later, shooting upwards into freedom.

It was a success. It was clean. But any normal hostage would have suffered whiplash from the sudden movement.

So it was still a failure.

There had been, after all, the option of waiting for backup in order to extract the hostage without harming them at all. In retrospect, if the time limit had not made him anxious to act, Rokkaku would have decided on that course of events instead. He lacked discipline still, his self-control insufficient. A hero who escalated a conflict was a liability. A hero who harmed those they sought to rescue was worse.

He gazed darkly at his palm, callused and marked with plentiful cuts, before marching grimly towards the avant-garde buildings of UA.

There had been a better way, and it was loathsome, that he was unable to see it.

Prismatic Hourglass [Interest Check]

Keeping an eye on this for now.

You Too Can Become A Hero! || My Hero Academia RP

It's Time for a Lesson in Leg Day

Rokkaku Kamogawa

Hero Name: N/A
Age: 15
Class: 1-A

Quirk: Meteoric

Rokkaku can leap very far and very high, before landing with enough force to pulverize his surroundin. It’s a properly badass Quirk and makes for some super dynamic entrances, but it’s also an insane amount of collateral damage that Rokkaku has yet to ever be able to justify. So he holds back instead, never leaping up to touch the sky, instead settling for just ‘relatively’ high jumps and the side-effect of his ability: that of the durability required to survive re-entry and impact. As far as most people around him are aware, Rokkaku has a relatively average amount of superhuman physical attributes, specializing towards shrugging off blunt impact and bursts of movement.

He requires neither a run-up nor any particular powering-up to leap the distances he needs to, and doesn’t even damage the surface he’s launched himself off of. Due to that, it’s more accurate to classify Rokkaku’s Quirk as an Emitter-type, even though there are Mutant traits associated with it.

Strengths:

Insane destructive power, durability and mobility, all rolled in one. Though it’s not been tested, there’s also the potential of using Meteoric to transport other heroes at ridiculously high speeds as well. Pure physical ability is versatile and useful in more or less any situation a hero can find themselves in, and doesn’t require as much finesse and training to make use of either.

Weaknesses:

There is practically no way to control the sheer amount of collateral damage that can be caused by using Meteoric as it’s meant to be, unless another hero is present to make up for Rokkaku’s inadequacies. Furthermore, once he’s started his ascent, that’s it: there’s no way to change where he’s going to land afterwards, meaning that preparations have to be made to ensure no civilians are in the area AND that one needs to anticipate where the enemy is before launching off. Though no physical preparation is required for Meteoric, plenty of mental preparation is.

Furthermore, Meteoric, outside of durability and increased jumping power, doesn’t grant anything in the form of actual combat ability. Striking force is still decidedly human, and in a brawl, the ability to crash downwards with meteoric force is…decidedly bad. Ascent and descent both take time, whereas a superhumanly strong punch can happen in less than half a second. Outside of an explosively powerful first attack, and perhaps the ability to escape immediately after, Meteoric is not a combat Quirk.

Appearance:

5’1 and convinced he hasn’t hit puberty yet, Rokkaku is a muscular thug with a permanent glare set in his beady eyes. His black hair is an unruly mess, his clothes are one size too big, and his body is marked with all sorts of scars and scrapes, giving off the impression of someone who manages to get into a fight at least once a day. A lone wolf, rebellious and ferocious, with a smile like a monster, Rokkaku seems at odds with the society around him, a youth destined to become yakuza or some other violent miscreant.

Personality:

Rokkaku is disciplined. Beyond the anger that seeps into his bones, that hammers against his skull, he is in control of his body and his mind, and acts with consideration and decisiveness. A philosophical berserker, he strives to deliberate on what’s the most virtuous thing to do, examining everything from every possible perspective. There is an anxiety, a restlessness that constantly punctures his heart due to this; for he is openminded enough to see why anyone could be ‘evil’, yet still too impulsive to fully outthink the heroic reflex of punching whoever seems obviously bad. It’s immoral to stumble upon a starving man and only give him fish for the day, because it’s mere token charity, insufficient in sustaining that man in the long run. So is it immoral too, to simply rescue those in trouble, without giving them the ability to defend themselves? Is it immoral too, to simply beat up the bad guys without a thought for what happens after?

He’s too smart to be satisfied with ignorance, but too inexperienced to be able to come to an answer that would satisfy himself. He’s too earnest to give up and leave it alone, but too impulsive to truly sit down and inspect it. Rokkaku is being pulled apart in every direction, and it makes him inconstant, irritated.

But at the very least, he’s still thinking about it.

History:

Rokkaku was the first son of a priest, and everyone expected him to inherit the shrine.

Everyone except for the priest himself, who simply wanted Rokkaku to grow up to be a good person.

In the morning, he would do chores. During the day, he would go to school. When he came home, he would eat dinner and talk about anything and everything. It may have been the nature of priesthood, or it may have been the nature repressed by his father’s own childhood, but rather than being parent and son, Rokkaku’s father and himself were more akin to teacher and pupil. He learned to think, learned to consider, learned to observe everything and imagine everything.

He was mature back then, precocious even, a child who spent many hours of the day with his brow furrowed, thinking and thinking and thinking. Of justice, of virtue, of what constituted as ‘right’ in this world of heroes and villains. He thought about it a lot, and as he thought about it, he began to recognize his own emotions as well. His frustration at being unable to clearly discern good from evil. His irritation at those who didn’t even bother to think about such things. His disappointment, his anger, his grief, everything swirling in and building up, but never having any outlet to release. Because he knew, too, that everyone was trying their best, and that no one deserved to be lashed out at.

Back when he was five years old, first manifesting his quirk, Rokkaku was thought to just have had powerful legs.

But when he was twelve years old, at the threshold of puberty, he exploded.

Rokkaku hardly remembered what the argument had been about. Something trivial during a PE class. He had turned to stomp away, and instead had sent himself shooting upwards, through the roof of the gymnasium, sailing high enough that he could see the curvature of the earth.

And then, when he fell, moments after, there was terror, exhilaration, and…

…regret.

His landing had caused the complete destruction of the gymnasium’s interior, and the school had to be shut down for a week after it turned out underground pipelines had also been damaged heavily. It was officially marked as an accident and it was a miracle that no one was injured, but Rokkaku didn’t see it that way.

He repented instead. Learned aikido. Sought self-discipline. Did what he could to help with repairs. Earnestly apologized to his teachers and classmates until they were sick of it. And, through all this, he never stopped thinking.

When he was 15 years old, he applied and was accepted into UA.

Questioned by his mother, who had thought this entire time he’d become a man of the cloth, Rokkaku simply shrugged.

You Too Can Become A Hero! || My Hero Academia RP

It's Time for a Lesson in Leg Day

Rokkaku Kamogawa

Hero Name: N/A
Age: 15
Class: 1-A

Quirk: Meteoric

Rokkaku can leap very far and very high, before landing with enough force to pulverize his surroundin. It’s a properly badass Quirk and makes for some super dynamic entrances, but it’s also an insane amount of collateral damage that Rokkaku has yet to ever be able to justify. So he holds back instead, never leaping up to touch the sky, instead settling for just ‘relatively’ high jumps and the side-effect of his ability: that of the durability required to survive re-entry and impact. As far as most people around him are aware, Rokkaku has a relatively average amount of superhuman physical attributes, specializing towards shrugging off blunt impact and bursts of movement.

He requires neither a run-up nor any particular powering-up to leap the distances he needs to, and doesn’t even damage the surface he’s launched himself off of. Due to that, it’s more accurate to classify Rokkaku’s Quirk as an Emitter-type, even though there are Mutant traits associated with it.

Strengths:

Insane destructive power, durability and mobility, all rolled in one. Though it’s not been tested, there’s also the potential of using Meteoric to transport other heroes at ridiculously high speeds as well. Pure physical ability is versatile and useful in more or less any situation a hero can find themselves in, and doesn’t require as much finesse and training to make use of either.

Weaknesses:

There is practically no way to control the sheer amount of collateral damage that can be caused by using Meteoric as it’s meant to be, unless another hero is present to make up for Rokkaku’s inadequacies. Furthermore, once he’s started his ascent, that’s it: there’s no way to change where he’s going to land afterwards, meaning that preparations have to be made to ensure no civilians are in the area AND that one needs to anticipate where the enemy is before launching off. Though no physical preparation is required for Meteoric, plenty of mental preparation is.

Furthermore, Meteoric, outside of durability and increased jumping power, doesn’t grant anything in the form of actual combat ability. Striking force is still decidedly human, and in a brawl, the ability to crash downwards with meteoric force is…decidedly bad. Ascent and descent both take time, whereas a superhumanly strong punch can happen in less than half a second. Outside of an explosively powerful first attack, and perhaps the ability to escape immediately after, Meteoric is not a combat Quirk.

Appearance:

5’1 and convinced he hasn’t hit puberty yet, Rokkaku is a muscular thug with a permanent glare set in his beady eyes. His black hair is an unruly mess, his clothes are one size too big, and his body is marked with all sorts of scars and scrapes, giving off the impression of someone who manages to get into a fight at least once a day. A lone wolf, rebellious and ferocious, with a smile like a monster, Rokkaku seems at odds with the society around him, a youth destined to become yakuza or some other violent miscreant.

Personality:

Rokkaku is disciplined. Beyond the anger that seeps into his bones, that hammers against his skull, he is in control of his body and his mind, and acts with consideration and decisiveness. A philosophical berserker, he strives to deliberate on what’s the most virtuous thing to do, examining everything from every possible perspective. There is an anxiety, a restlessness that constantly punctures his heart due to this; for he is openminded enough to see why anyone could be ‘evil’, yet still too impulsive to fully outthink the heroic reflex of punching whoever seems obviously bad. It’s immoral to stumble upon a starving man and only give him fish for the day, because it’s mere token charity, insufficient in sustaining that man in the long run. So is it immoral too, to simply rescue those in trouble, without giving them the ability to defend themselves? Is it immoral too, to simply beat up the bad guys without a thought for what happens after?

He’s too smart to be satisfied with ignorance, but too inexperienced to be able to come to an answer that would satisfy himself. He’s too earnest to give up and leave it alone, but too impulsive to truly sit down and inspect it. Rokkaku is being pulled apart in every direction, and it makes him inconstant, irritated.

But at the very least, he’s still thinking about it.

History:

Rokkaku was the first son of a priest, and everyone expected him to inherit the shrine.

Everyone except for the priest himself, who simply wanted Rokkaku to grow up to be a good person.

In the morning, he would do chores. During the day, he would go to school. When he came home, he would eat dinner and talk about anything and everything. It may have been the nature of priesthood, or it may have been the nature repressed by his father’s own childhood, but rather than being parent and son, Rokkaku’s father and himself were more akin to teacher and pupil. He learned to think, learned to consider, learned to observe everything and imagine everything.

He was mature back then, precocious even, a child who spent many hours of the day with his brow furrowed, thinking and thinking and thinking. Of justice, of virtue, of what constituted as ‘right’ in this world of heroes and villains. He thought about it a lot, and as he thought about it, he began to recognize his own emotions as well. His frustration at being unable to clearly discern good from evil. His irritation at those who didn’t even bother to think about such things. His disappointment, his anger, his grief, everything swirling in and building up, but never having any outlet to release. Because he knew, too, that everyone was trying their best, and that no one deserved to be lashed out at.

Back when he was five years old, first manifesting his quirk, Rokkaku was thought to just have had powerful legs.

But when he was twelve years old, at the threshold of puberty, he exploded.

Rokkaku hardly remembered what the argument had been about. Something trivial during a PE class. He had turned to stomp away, and instead had sent himself shooting upwards, through the roof of the gymnasium, sailing high enough that he could see the curvature of the earth.

And then, when he fell, moments after, there was terror, exhilaration, and…

…regret.

His landing had caused the complete destruction of the gymnasium’s interior, and the school had to be shut down for a week after it turned out underground pipelines had also been damaged heavily. It was officially marked as an accident and it was a miracle that no one was injured, but Rokkaku didn’t see it that way.

He repented instead. Learned aikido. Sought self-discipline. Did what he could to help with repairs. Earnestly apologized to his teachers and classmates until they were sick of it. And, through all this, he never stopped thinking.

When he was 15 years old, he applied and was accepted into UA.

Questioned by his mother, who had thought this entire time he’d become a man of the cloth, Rokkaku simply shrugged.

You Too Can Become A Hero! [My Hero Academia Check]

I don't like the idea of a quirk-remover myself, especially if the PCs would then inexplicably be shielded from such removal due to plot armor and shit. If they have no more conviction than trying to make humanity as a whole quirkless again, I feel like it'd make most sense to go after the younger generation rather than established badasses, especially if the targets have to be subdued for a long time.

Which is sorta horrible and gross too.