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Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

The mantis boy reminded her of something or someone Godzilla may fight, but seeing a tentacle from the corner of her eye quickly made Aori realize the irony of that comparison, or perhaps the hypocrisy. They both had mutant quirks! That was exciting. He approached her in such a nonchalant way it was shocking, clearly, he was a man of confidence! Or at least that is what Aori accessed. As he extended his hand she could only blink and then of course his hand went to her shoulder...

"Human contact...." She shivered, her eyes widening. And just like that, he ran away? What a masterful escape... the tentacles upon her head seemed to dance in frustration, whipping about through the air before slithering across her face in dread. He ran so fast... they couldn't catch him! Not that they really tried to. It wasn't a good idea to use her quirk like that on the first day, but, this was a boy! That one touch told her everything she needed to know. Her eyes were still shut as she pictured it.

Walking down the aisle, bouquet in hand, her beautiful white dress, that mantis boy who didn't even tell her his name. That's alright, she didn't need it. This daydream was interrupted by a girl's voice, Nadeko she called herself. Snapping back into reality, she was almost embarrassed. "Aori is excited yes, it is nice to meet you Nadeko..." That Nadeko girl moved fast, especially for a girl with no hands! Aori couldn't even finish her sentence. Well, not to the girls face; leaving her in the middle of the hallway talking to literally nobody but herself. Weird for others, normal for Aori.

"Aori just wanted to know if you would be her bridesmaid... guess not." Aori smirked, slouching as she walked all the way to whichever room she was assigned. She had no real preference, as long as she had a bed and a comfortable place to take care of her precious precious hair! Or, well, tentacles. Now the paper dolls she had been cutting were taking the shape of a preying mantis. It looks like a new obsession was on the rise...

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Aori had been up all night, unable to sleep due to the sheer excitement. Tomorrow marked her first day at a prestigious hero university, U.A. as they called it. The young girl's first step toward becoming a pro-hero. Sure, at one point in time she had wanted something a little different. To be a singer just like her mom, but that's life, isn't it? Things change, ideas come and go... like autumn into winter.

She paced around her room, heavy dark bags forming under her eyes. She looked like a mess, a monster befitting the mutant quirk she was born with. Eventually, she picked up a toy she had been acquainted with some time in the past, something she turned too on occasion when she was in desperate need of answers. A magic eight ball. Shaking it violently, "Will I have a good day tomorrow?" She asked, at first in a very sweet and kind voice.

Within the blue triangle, words floated into existence. "NO." It read, in all capital letters.

"Huh!? What do you mean no! Aori's day will be amazing, I KNOW IT!"

"Then why did you ask..." Foreign words for a machine programmed to have the most basic responses. It wasn't Aori's fault her parents had spent the extra dollar on a newer model. A "sassy and sarcastic" magic eight ball. Not really what she needed at the moment!

This went on pretty much all night, question after question, annoying answer after answer. When the sun finally came up, Aori had grown exhausted from her debates with the toy but the idea of school filled her with a burst of energy unlike any other. Unfortunately, that couldn't get rid of the eye bags.

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U.A. was massive. It stood before her like a mighty modern castle of education. Her hair rolled out in excitement and she twirled a tentacle in her fingertips. Mystery foam was running down the corner of her mouth as she daydreamed of her future to come. Not only was she going to become a hero, but she was going to meet people just like her. With a common interest.

Recently, she had gotten into the art of making paper dolls. Her newly-discovered current obsession. Therefore she always carried scissors and paper with her, for now anyway. In about a week that would be a dead hobby, joining her cemetery of forgotten interests. Therefore the drooling girl walked through the gates, keeping her head on a piece of paper she was snipping away at, attempting to get the "dolls" into heroic silhouettes.

Stopped by a robot who demanded her name, she gladly gave it away. "Aori Nagano." After approval, Aori continued onward, talking to herself the entire way. She was still pretty bent up about the events of last night...

"Aori will show that stupid magic eight ball, won't she?!? Ahahahahahaha!" Truth be told, she didn't really notice the other students. Not yet anyway. She wasn't used to having friends and found it hard to make them, most people avoided her. Even when walking through the crowd, slits of paper falling behind her as she sliced and sliced, nothing seemed to phase her.

When she finally reached the doors to the building, not just the courtyard or the gate leading up to it, she only had a few words to say. Mumbled under her breath. "It's hero time!!!" The words escaped her mouth very slowly, long and drawn out they brought upon a smile, a wicked and evil smile! She had no malicious intent, of course, she just happened to have REF. Resting evil face.

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Aori Nagano

Name: Aori Nagano
Hero Name: Calypso
Age: 15
Height: 5'7"
Home: Japan

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Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk:
Tenta-Hair
Aori possesses a mutant quirk that causes her to grow long octopus-like tentacles in place of hair. The tentacles are surprisingly stretchy and almost elastic in texture, with suction cups that allow her to easily attach herself to people, surfaces, and objects. Once she has someone or something within her grasp, it is incredibly difficult to get it away from her. She can use these tentacles in order to restrain opponents, scale buildings, snatch objects, etc.
Quirk Weaknesses:
Obviously, any sharp objects pose a threat to these tentacles, and they must be maintained properly through a good diet and rigorous hair routine involving a hefty amount of dawn dish soap (though that is more of her preference). Damaged tentacles can regrow within a week or so of loss, provided Aori takes the right measures.

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Strengths:
Stealth
Cooking
Swimming
Weakness:
Singing
Cute Boys
Seasonal Depression

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Background/Personality:

Aori's mother was a small-gig singer and her father a simple fisherman. It was a loving household and the pair encouraged Aori to be whatever she wanted to be in life, allowing the young girl to form her own dreams and desires. Naturally, Aori wanted to be just like her mother. A beautiful songstress with an enchanting voice. Unfortunately, she inherited neither the looks nor the vocal cords yet was somehow ignorant to this fact. Still, if she wanted to be a singer, then she should reach for the stars. Her parents simply didn't have the heart to tell her it was a dream that wouldn't come true.

However, that didn't stop her fellow classmates. Through elementary she was teased and bullied about the outlandish goal, pushing that dream farther and farther into the distance. It wasn't until a certain Pro-Hero visited her middle school and gave a speech at graduation that her life regained purpose. The next day she told her parents that she no longer wanted to be a singer. She wanted to be a hero. Now, with a quirk like hers? That was doable. She began training for exams that very same day and to everyone's surprise, she passed.

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Aori develops crushes very easily, she is quick to mistake kindness for flirtation and is said to be incredibly clingy. As a shy girl who considers herself more a follower than a leader, she finds herself in the shadows watching from a distance. Most who meet her would call her weird or creepy, and she tends to have short-lived obsessions with certain people and or things; often basing her entire personality after a TV show, movie, or fandom she is currently in awe of.

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How did you get into UA?: Exams
What was a fateful moment in the exam or recommendation?: Aori does not consider herself to be a Kraken, and neither does U.A. apparently. While she performed decently during the entirety of the exam, it was her ability to save citizens that caused her to be ranked high in support.

Fate/Eigengrau

Assassin

Name: Dorothy Gale
Title: Witchslayer
Class: Assassin
Place of Origin: Kansas
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110 lbs

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Personality: No matter the situation, Assassin will always stand up for what she deems is right. Despite her fragile demeanor and general dislike of violence, she understands why she has been summoned and has, for the most part, accepted it. She enjoys developing relationships and getting to know others, wanting to build a bond with her master no matter who they may be. She is very aware that in order to be a “good” mage, you must have loose morals and it is a practice she frowns upon. That is why she has no trouble utilizing her Noble Phantasm.

Assassin believes that a person is innocent until proven guilty, she will often give someone a warning or an opportunity to change before acting. Perhaps going against what she leads other people to believe, she has a secret fondness for killing evil-doers and enjoys playing the role of hero perhaps a little too much.

Her wish for the grail is for people to believe her story as real, not merely fiction as it’s been recorded.

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Biography: Does life imitate art? No. Art imitates life.

What most people do not know is that Dorothy Gale was a real girl, whisked away from her Kansas farmhouse into a magical world unlike any other. Within the Land of Oz she faced impossible tasks and met a multitude of friends, all in her journey to return home. Upon her arrival back to Kansas, news of her story spread quickly; though to most it was nothing more than an attention-starved child spouting countless lies.

These so-called lies drew the attention of Frank L. Baum who sat down extensively with Dorothy and eventually published her story into the one we know and love today, creating many more after that. What angered Dorothy is the fact that her story was published as fiction, despite the events she faced being very much real. Naturally that sparked outrage and retaliation in the plucky young woman, causing the Clocktower to intervene.

Looking into the history of Misses Gale the Clocktower discovered news about her past; specifically her parents abandonment of magecraft. A crime against the mage's association; punishable by death. Anyone who posed a legitimate threat to the mystery of the world would be taken care of and some brazen little wanna-be magus was no exception.

A tornado once again hit that small farm in Kansas and this time Dorothy was not spirited away to a magical land. She was gone. For good. Until now that is…

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Stats
Strength: D
Endurance: D
Agility: C++
Mana: B
Luck: A

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Class Skills:

Espionage: D
Assassin is not a cold-blooded killer like those who share her class. She never once lurked in the shadows and waited for the right moment to strike. She was merely an innocent girl thwarted into an unknown world, doing what she had to in order to get back home. Therefore, presence concealment is beyond her capabilities. Instead, she is seen just as her story describes. A harmless pigtailed delinquent.

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Personal Skills:

Protection of the Good Witch: A
No one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North. Those who wish to harm Assassin will find themselves thinking twice about the consequences and or giving up completely if they lack the necessary resistance.

Executioner C
Throughout her journey in the magical Land of Oz, Assassin was responsible for the reprimanding of several evil-doers and therefore does more damage against those of evil alignment. This also works on people whose actions are considered “evil” even if they are morally just.

Power In Numbers: D+++
The more allies Assassin made, the braver she became. This skill resembles valor in that regard, but only takes root when Assassin is surrounded by someone she considers a friend, able to be multiplied up to three times.

A Girl's Best Friend D
Toto is the sole reason Assassin wound up in Oz and therefore she has him to thank for her infamy. While her aunt and uncle took shelter, she was searching for Toto within a cyclone. That very same twister landed the pair right in the middle of Munchkin Land and toto made sure to protect Assassin the best he could along the journey.

While Assassin herself does not enjoy fighting, and finds it incredibly difficult to hurt others, Toto is a vicious and protective creature. Having threatened both a wicked witch and the self proclaimed king of the jungle, he is a fearless canine who fights on Assassin’s behalf.

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Noble Phantasms

There’s No Place Like Home
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
The infamous shoes of Assasin, originally the prized property of the Wicked Witch of the East, she had used the shoes in order to enslave the Munchkins, forcing them to slave away under her tyrannical reign day and night.

So how did the shoes come into the young girl's possession? After the sorceress was accidentally killed by a descending farmhouse, in which Assassin and her dog were passengers, she was credited with the liberation of the Munchkin people and given the silver slippers as a reward.

When activated by clicking her heels together three times and saying “there’s no place like home”, these shoes allow her (alongside anyone she is holding hands with) to metaphorically “traverse the yellow brick road” or in other words; teleport. In reality, it is not teleportation at all, and those with enough speed could attempt to stop the escape with an attack of sorts. The only prerequisite is that Assassin has to have been to the location at least once before.

You’re Melting
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Mystery
Truth be told, Assassin did not mean to kill the witch. Not the first or the second one for that matter! This bucket is the crystallization of the event which killed the Wicked Witch of the West, even if accidentally. A death is still a death.

A shiny copper bucket engraved with several jewels and symbols, it is much nicer than any bucket Assassin would have had in life. It could be used as a sort of blunt-force weapon, it is certainly heavy enough, but Assassin lacks the necessary strength to wield it in such a way.

Once its true name has been invoked, Assassin is capable of shooting a large stream of water at an opponent with damage equal to their mana stat. It does not target one's physical body but instead aims to melt away their magic circuits. While the damage this does to servants is questionable at best, it has a devastating effect on masters. Imagine that, years of hard work and research being washed away by a little girl with a bucket. A true magus killer.

Alignment: Lawful Good

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Am I still able to join this?

Delta End

"Change is inevitable."

Age
23

Anima
Sorcerer's Apprentice: Merlin

An Anima forged from the soul of a great and mighty librarian, with a teeny-tiny obsession, okay maybe major obsession, with occult sciences. From Astrology to Physiognomy, the old coot had both studied and taught it in his free time; when he wasn't organizing books of course. Given his penchant for the peculiar and bizarre, his soul has manifested itself as a pointed witch's hat.

While it comes across as just a fashionable accessory, underneath the brim of this hat lies a chamber of secrets, the source of this Anima's true power. A mysterious pool of ether. From this "void under the brim" the hat can conjure two large fists, larger than the user herself and far stronger and faster than any normal human hand.

Personality
She is a brazen and straightforward girl who isn't afraid to speak hard truths. She is exceptionally good at reading people and considers herself to be a master manipulator. Inheriting the blood of her mother, and therefore being a member of her race, she possesses something called the "ancestral voice" which is what her tribe believes to be the knowledge of her ancestors taking root as a singular voice in the back of her mind. It interferes with her decision-making and helps her in her day-to-day life. For example, it could tell her which door most likely leads to the safest path, but not definitely. This is a secret she keeps and does not discuss but has developed a heavy reliance on this voice when it comes to making hard choices. As someone who has escaped many terrible situations and credited this ability, she has a strong belief in fate and thinks that the world is taking care of her. An avid liar, the true details of her past remain a mystery to almost everyone around her and aside from the occasional flirtation, she doesn't let people get too close.

Alignment
Chaotic Good

Backstory
Lucasta was born from the love affair of a wealthy second pillar politician and a gypsy. Her mothers attempt to seduce the man for a better life was futile. Beauty paled in comparison to power and marriage to someone of such a low status, with nothing to bring to the table but what they saw in the mirror… well it was unthinkable. Political suicide. When he received news of a child, born from that one singular night of passion, the man buried the evidence so deep that he ensured no one would ever be able to dig it back up. Murder was the obvious method but he couldn’t bring himself to do it and instead they were banished to the slums. The mistress and her child.

Lucasta’s mother was forced to do unspeakable things in order to survive, she stole from anyone and everyone, only justifying the preconceived notions about her “people.” Tribal fortune-tellers who did nothing but lie, cheat, and steal. Truth be told, the abilities of her race were what allowed her to survive. An “ancestral voice” in the back of her head telling her yes or no, which path was wrong and which was right. Though sometimes, that voice was wrong. It was this that led to her mothers death. Depending on the past to predict the future is a dangerous and inaccurate method, but that has been the downfall of many belonging to this rare bloodline.

It came of no surprise that Lucasta was forced into a life of crime after the sudden death of her mother. The slums were a difficult place to live and that was the path of least resistance. At a rather young age, she discovered the very same voice that killed her mother. Though that fact was unknown to her. It was a friend. A guiding light in the chaos of her life and more often than not she noticed that those whispers, or shouts if the situation was urgent enough… were right.

This newfound talent of hers, intuition she called it, allowed her to join a local gang which focused on the illegal trading of Anima. Becoming an advisor to the leader, she successfully navigated them through a number of missions and soon became a key part of their intelligence. That was until the operation was busted as is any crime syndicate that would seek to weaponize Anima as the gang had done.

Behind bars and awaiting a trial, for some reason or another, Lucasta’s record was exonerated. Every crime she had committed was forgotten and she was offered a plea deal of sorts, one she had to accept. Join the δ division. Unknown to her, this was the masterful work of her father who had been keeping tabs on her since day one. In his long line of work this was perhaps his only ever good deed, even if it had terrible intentions.

The man's thought process was that the division needed people, and agents were likely to die. In a way he wanted to meet his daughter, but for him to succeed, she was better off dead.

Thus, the former criminal, Lucasta Karamazov, moved to the second pillar and became something she never thought she would. Turning over a new leaf, she never even took her father into consideration as the identity of the mysterious benefactor. No. It was fate.

Additional Information
Lucasta belongs to a rare race within the city of Soma. Referred to merely as gypsies, tramps, and thieves they are easily identifiable by the swirly, tribal-like birthmark that dances across half of their body. Members of the race often hide the markings with makeup or clothes, though Lucasta is proud of her heritage and does not.

In the past, several members of this race were known as "seers" or "oracles" and held in high regard by society. Their ability is comparable to a third eye which allows them to see the unknown. For example, if a sniper had their gun aimed at Lucasta, a whisper in the back of her head could alert her of danger, giving her some sort of warning in just a few words. If she had to choose between several doors, that same voice could guide her to make the best decision statistically possible.

This is known as the "Ancestral Voice" and is believed by the tribe to be the accumulation of knowledge their ancestors before them managed to gather. The reason these beings are so frowned upon is that as time goes on, the voice becomes fainter and fainter and or begins to lie completely. Someone who once made great decisions and offered great advice begins to do the exact opposite which has given the entire race the tarnished reputation they now possess and giving birth to a new name that has completely erased the old. A slur that Lucasta despises. "Spinners" they call them. For all the intricate lies they weave.

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Hey! I'd be down to join, sounds fun! I just don't know where the discord is!

BLOOD & IRON: IMPERIAL AMBITION

Oasir Queendom

Name of your Nation: Oasir Queendom




Type of Government: Theological Matriarchy

Demographics & Population: Humans are the majority within Oasir, due to their closed borders policy. Outsiders who stumble upon the kingdom are often executed or sold into slavery, though the law prohibits women from being slaves and usually pardons them. The country is estimated to have about one million residents.

Governance & Politics: The people of Oasir believe that women are superior to men, the roles of both sexes are completely reversed from the rest of the world. While women run the country, go to work, and learn to fight, men are expected to care for the children and remain “out of sight, out of mind.”

The country worships a goddess known as “Delphion” and believes an avatar of her exists amongst the people, a female child born every thirteen years; often with a strange and unpredictable talent for magic and a distinctive birthmark. This young girl is elevated from whatever station she may hold and becomes the Queen of Oasir for precisely thirteen years. The queens cabinet is made up of former queens who often provide the newcomer council and assistance during her reign.

Most court cases and disputes are seen by the queen herself, and the castle, alongside its religion, holds so much power that leadership in other sections and areas seems almost unnecessary.

Culture & Society: Delphion is the goddess of wild animals and the hunt. A virgin goddess and protector of childbirth. Her avatar within Oasir is said to be granted a plethora of abilities associated with the Goddess and therefore makes the perfect leader. To the people of Oasir this is an indisputable fact, not an opinion or more coincidence as some may see it.

With the roles of men and women reversed, an outsider may feel very unwelcome in the Queendom. Marriage does not exist in Oasir, it is an absurd concept they are unaccustomed to. They do not believe in lifelong partnership and therefore have not been very friendly with other nations in the past; due to their outright refusal of any marital alliance.

It is considered disrespectful within Oasir for a man to speak or face a woman. In the rare case that a man works, he can be found within the mines or the red light district. Other than that, they are often taking care of the children and are more so indentured servants as opposed to citizens. They are also unable to participate in war.

The women of Oasir are strong. Perhaps the most famous event they are known for is something called the “Wild Hunt.” It is no mystery that the land Oasir was built on is home to a series of dangerous beasts and the warrior women within the Queendom have no problem taming or killing. It is customary for every young Oasir woman to pair herself with a “familiar” or a “spirit animal” often a dangerous creature they managed to tame and see a little bit of themselves in. Rumors from other nations have spoken of the women hunting men in the Wild Hunt! But those are just rumors….

In recent years, they have begun to trade more with other nations and are trying to build up relationships and allies.

Magic & Technology:
Technology:
Modern technology is beyond their comprehension. Things like guns and automobiles are forever out of reach.

Magic:
Magic is a strange thing in Oasir. It is seen as a gift from the goddess they worship, Delphion. The stronger one's magic may be, the closer that connection; with the highest of course being the avatar who sits upon the throne.

Glyphs are the most common form of magic, allowing someone to teleport from one location to another, summon immaculate creations, defend themselves, etc. It is very rare to find someone from Oasir who is a “master” of magic, aside from the queen and the former queens.

Military Overview: Despite being aggressive people, they often try to solve problems with diplomatic solutions due to the queen. Without leadership the nation would almost certainly have fallen into war a time or eight.

Armies are usually led by former queens and consist of women with animal companions which aid them in battle. While they are a force to be reckoned with on land, as every woman is trained in combat from a very young age, they lack power in the sea or sky. Though they have ships, many of their people get seasick quite easily and the ability to fly is out of their technological comprehension.

Beneath the Corridors - A Multi-Fandom, Danganronpa Inspired Killing Game!

I'd love to join : )

Fate/Eigengrau

@Daisuki Approved! You can go ahead and post it in characters.

Just be aware that the chain NP may only be used on one person at a time, and locks only one of their NPs, not all of them.