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Unfortunately, I'm not feeling so well right now, so it'll probably be a bit.
Don't worry, I understand.
Looking forward to your CS ^^
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Don't worry, I understand.
Looking forward to your CS ^^
Fun fact: When I was deciding who was going to be Ellen's partner, one of the candidates was KoKabuterimon.
Just imagine Ellen's reaction upon waking up had he been chosen. XD
Just imagine Ellen's reaction upon waking up had he been chosen. XD
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Real Name
Cheol Akiyama
Superhero Alias
Technically not a real alias, but his transformed persona seems to refer to himself as Yuugure
Gender
Male
Age
13
Power Set
Cheol has no powers on his own, but possesses a magical Tengu mask which, when he puts it on and says the words "Kaa kaa!", which is the Japanese onomatopoeia for the sound a crow makes, it turns him into a Karasu Tengu, a crow demon. He gains wings, which give him the ability to fly, and incredibly quickly at that, a very minor increase of strength, and enhanced senses. And while he can't telepathically communicate or talk to crows, they have a tendency to be attracted to him, and he has found a way to influence them into helping him sometimes in battle, though more as use of a distraction. He changes back to human form by saying his full name three times.
Other Skills:
- Has had two years of karate training.
Weaknesses
- Yuugure is somewhat of a 'glass cannon'. In exchanged for his flight and speed, he's got a light bone structure and is incredibly fragile. He'll bruise far easier than even a normal human while in Tengu form, and his bones are incredibly likely to break if given enough impact. And like any flying creature, strong winds or forces can push him back, even when he's not flying.
- As Yuugure, he can easily be carried away by his newly-found animal instincts, sometimes to the point that he may become feral, wild and even unable to speak. This usually passes in an hour, but sometimes he has to be pacified in some way before he can regain his senses. This usually happens when he's startled, incredibly enraged or, as he's technically a crow now, when he's around dead bodies or raw meat, as his hunger for the taste of carrion takes over.
- As mentioned previously, Yuugure is a bit of a daredevil and incredibly arrogant in his powers, and will often underestimate his opponents, which can cause him to get into a lot of trouble.
Appearance
Transformed (Note: This picture is not by me.)
Personality
Cheol seems to have two sides to him. In his everyday life, he's come across as a shy, polite and relatively friendly boy. He doesn't talk much and is rarely the first to start a conversation, but he's a good listener, and if you tell him something, he's likely to remember it. However, when around him, you will occasionally get this feeling that he's not entirely relaxed or comfortable. It's minor, but if you focus long enough, you'll start to see that that small, shy smile on his face looks just a tad forced. Because deep beneath Cheol's kindly exterior, there is a well of built-up anger, slowly collecting over the days and desperately desiring to get out. Sometimes it does. Sometimes Cheol's facade slips and the rage comes out, he looses control, but it usually only last a minute before he manages to pull it back, only to excuse himself from any people who may be watching.
The only time this anger is ever properly let out is when Cheol is fighting crime as Yuugure, in which he seems to become a completely different person. It is unknown if this is a side-effect of the mask's power, a separate personality within the ask or simply Cheol free to show his real nature, but he changes from quiet and polite to raging and reckless. He's much more at ease and may be a bit of a thrill-seeker, feeling more happy for a fight if he feels the odds are a little more against him. He's also mischievous, often taunting his foes as he flies above them and even might use similar taunts on his own allies, albeit with a lot less maliciousness.
Backstory
Born and raised in Yokohama, Japan, Cheol grew up in fairly well-off family. His father was Japanese and a policeman, who always taught him to stand by his morals, and his mother was Korean and a business woman, who always taught him to aim high and be ambitious. They were loving parents who perhaps spoiled their son a little and may have sheltered him somewhat from dangers of the world, but they did care for him, and Cheol cared for them in turn. However, they were almost always busy work, which meant Cheol often came home to an empty house, and was the main reason they never noticed that, once Cheol reached junior high-school, he was being bullied.
Accused of being very 'feminine' and a bit of teacher's pet, Cheol was often teased by the older boys at his school. This started off mildly, but became worse and worse as time went on, and Cheol became a little more withdrawn with each day, and cut himself off from any chances of friendship. He became bitter, angry, and unsure of what to do. Worst of all, he started... fantasising about things. About hurting his classmates and all the terrible things he could do to them, and this made him worried. It got so bad, he started feigning illness so he didn't have to go to school, but after the first three times, his parents stopped listening to his excuses.
Then, one day, when his tormentors followed him from school, cornered him in an alley way and stuffed him into large dumpster and slamming the lid on him, Cheol found something in the dumpster. It was a mask, like the ones you found in Japanese theatre, which had been formed into the likeness of a crow. Once he finally got out of the dumpster and headed home, taking the mask with him, he decided to put it on for laughs, running around the house, pretending to be a bird and wishing he could just fly away. However, when he said the words 'Kaa kaa!', the sound a crow makes, he ended up activating the mask's magic and turned himself into a Tengu. At first, he was reasonably freaked out, but then, after he had calmed, he started to think it was kind of cool, and started practicing, trying to learn how to fly. It took all evening, but eventually, he managed to fly, though it was by no means graceful. He flew high above the city for a long time, before realising he would have to change back, though had no idea how. He landed in a alley near his house and tried to pull the mask off... which was more like pulling at his own face as that was what his mask had become. He did this again and again, but to little avail. Just as he was about to get incredibly frustrated, a mysterious figure appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and told him that in order to change back, he had to say his name three times (surname first, by the way, as this is Japan). Cheol did as he was told and changed back. Relieved, he was about to thank the figure, only to find that he was gone. Confused, but too glad to ask questions, Cheol returned home.
After this, he started using the mask after school, once even using it to frighten his former bullies, who never bothered him again. He also used it to fight crime, as his father did and just like the superheroes in some of his comic books or like those he'd heard about that lived in America. He adopted the name 'Yuugure', meaning 'nightfall', as he felt it 'just sounded right'.
Recently, he has been invited to join the Herculean Academy for Superheroes and, after revealing to his parents the truth about the mask and the powers it gives him, they decided to let him attend, hoping it would keep him out of trouble.
Other: N/A
Cheol Akiyama
Superhero Alias
Technically not a real alias, but his transformed persona seems to refer to himself as Yuugure
Gender
Male
Age
13
Power Set
Cheol has no powers on his own, but possesses a magical Tengu mask which, when he puts it on and says the words "Kaa kaa!", which is the Japanese onomatopoeia for the sound a crow makes, it turns him into a Karasu Tengu, a crow demon. He gains wings, which give him the ability to fly, and incredibly quickly at that, a very minor increase of strength, and enhanced senses. And while he can't telepathically communicate or talk to crows, they have a tendency to be attracted to him, and he has found a way to influence them into helping him sometimes in battle, though more as use of a distraction. He changes back to human form by saying his full name three times.
Other Skills:
- Has had two years of karate training.
Weaknesses
- Yuugure is somewhat of a 'glass cannon'. In exchanged for his flight and speed, he's got a light bone structure and is incredibly fragile. He'll bruise far easier than even a normal human while in Tengu form, and his bones are incredibly likely to break if given enough impact. And like any flying creature, strong winds or forces can push him back, even when he's not flying.
- As Yuugure, he can easily be carried away by his newly-found animal instincts, sometimes to the point that he may become feral, wild and even unable to speak. This usually passes in an hour, but sometimes he has to be pacified in some way before he can regain his senses. This usually happens when he's startled, incredibly enraged or, as he's technically a crow now, when he's around dead bodies or raw meat, as his hunger for the taste of carrion takes over.
- As mentioned previously, Yuugure is a bit of a daredevil and incredibly arrogant in his powers, and will often underestimate his opponents, which can cause him to get into a lot of trouble.
Appearance
Transformed (Note: This picture is not by me.)
Personality
Cheol seems to have two sides to him. In his everyday life, he's come across as a shy, polite and relatively friendly boy. He doesn't talk much and is rarely the first to start a conversation, but he's a good listener, and if you tell him something, he's likely to remember it. However, when around him, you will occasionally get this feeling that he's not entirely relaxed or comfortable. It's minor, but if you focus long enough, you'll start to see that that small, shy smile on his face looks just a tad forced. Because deep beneath Cheol's kindly exterior, there is a well of built-up anger, slowly collecting over the days and desperately desiring to get out. Sometimes it does. Sometimes Cheol's facade slips and the rage comes out, he looses control, but it usually only last a minute before he manages to pull it back, only to excuse himself from any people who may be watching.
The only time this anger is ever properly let out is when Cheol is fighting crime as Yuugure, in which he seems to become a completely different person. It is unknown if this is a side-effect of the mask's power, a separate personality within the ask or simply Cheol free to show his real nature, but he changes from quiet and polite to raging and reckless. He's much more at ease and may be a bit of a thrill-seeker, feeling more happy for a fight if he feels the odds are a little more against him. He's also mischievous, often taunting his foes as he flies above them and even might use similar taunts on his own allies, albeit with a lot less maliciousness.
Backstory
Born and raised in Yokohama, Japan, Cheol grew up in fairly well-off family. His father was Japanese and a policeman, who always taught him to stand by his morals, and his mother was Korean and a business woman, who always taught him to aim high and be ambitious. They were loving parents who perhaps spoiled their son a little and may have sheltered him somewhat from dangers of the world, but they did care for him, and Cheol cared for them in turn. However, they were almost always busy work, which meant Cheol often came home to an empty house, and was the main reason they never noticed that, once Cheol reached junior high-school, he was being bullied.
Accused of being very 'feminine' and a bit of teacher's pet, Cheol was often teased by the older boys at his school. This started off mildly, but became worse and worse as time went on, and Cheol became a little more withdrawn with each day, and cut himself off from any chances of friendship. He became bitter, angry, and unsure of what to do. Worst of all, he started... fantasising about things. About hurting his classmates and all the terrible things he could do to them, and this made him worried. It got so bad, he started feigning illness so he didn't have to go to school, but after the first three times, his parents stopped listening to his excuses.
Then, one day, when his tormentors followed him from school, cornered him in an alley way and stuffed him into large dumpster and slamming the lid on him, Cheol found something in the dumpster. It was a mask, like the ones you found in Japanese theatre, which had been formed into the likeness of a crow. Once he finally got out of the dumpster and headed home, taking the mask with him, he decided to put it on for laughs, running around the house, pretending to be a bird and wishing he could just fly away. However, when he said the words 'Kaa kaa!', the sound a crow makes, he ended up activating the mask's magic and turned himself into a Tengu. At first, he was reasonably freaked out, but then, after he had calmed, he started to think it was kind of cool, and started practicing, trying to learn how to fly. It took all evening, but eventually, he managed to fly, though it was by no means graceful. He flew high above the city for a long time, before realising he would have to change back, though had no idea how. He landed in a alley near his house and tried to pull the mask off... which was more like pulling at his own face as that was what his mask had become. He did this again and again, but to little avail. Just as he was about to get incredibly frustrated, a mysterious figure appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and told him that in order to change back, he had to say his name three times (surname first, by the way, as this is Japan). Cheol did as he was told and changed back. Relieved, he was about to thank the figure, only to find that he was gone. Confused, but too glad to ask questions, Cheol returned home.
After this, he started using the mask after school, once even using it to frighten his former bullies, who never bothered him again. He also used it to fight crime, as his father did and just like the superheroes in some of his comic books or like those he'd heard about that lived in America. He adopted the name 'Yuugure', meaning 'nightfall', as he felt it 'just sounded right'.
Recently, he has been invited to join the Herculean Academy for Superheroes and, after revealing to his parents the truth about the mask and the powers it gives him, they decided to let him attend, hoping it would keep him out of trouble.
Other: N/A
As Ellen Hawkes walked down the stairs to the kitchen, she was surprised to find her mum standing over the stove, as well as the pleasant aroma that emitted from it.
"Good morning," Mrs. Hawkes called over her shoulder as Ellen stood dumbstruck in the doorway. "We're out of toast and cereal, so I thought we'd have some pancakes for breakfast today."
"Oh!" Ellen exclaimed, her expression of confusion turning into a smile, and she sat herself down at the biggest, comfiest chair next to the kitchen table.
"What do you want on your first pancake?" her mum asked after a couple of minutes.
"Err, chocolate please!" Ellen said, almost immediately. It wasn't long before her mum placed a plate in front of her, with a pancake rolled up into a wrap. Licking her lips, Ellen picked up her knife and fork and began cutting up the pancake into chunks before stuffing one into her mouth, dribbling chocolate sauce all down her chin and onto the front of her pink pyjamas. Her mother, seeing this almost grotesque act of eating, waited until Ellen had swallowed before coming over and wiping at her daughter's face furiously.
"Honestly, Ellen," Mrs. Hawkes said with a sigh. "You're such a mucky pup."
When her mum was finished cleaning her face, Ellen mumbled a "Sorry, Mum", before immediately shoving another piece of pancake into her mouth.
Upon finishing her first pancake, Ellen's father, Mr. Hawkes, soon came downstairs, dressed in his work suit. "Good morning," he said, in a tone that was both weary yet cheerful, and sat himself down opposite Ellen.
"Mornin', Dad," Ellen said as her mother placed another pancake in front of her, this time smothered in a golden puddle of maple syrup. Ellen happily ate this one, and then a third, and was about to start on her fourth and final when her mother told her that she was just going to drive Mr. Hawkes to work, as well as do some shopping.
"I should be gone for about an hour," Mrs. Hawkes instructed slowly to Ellen, who was half-listening, half shovelling food down her throat. "When I come back, I expect to find you working." This last sentenced caused Ellen to groan slightly, which Mrs. Hawkes countered with a smile and a "If you've done enough when I get back, I'll give you an ice cream." With that, she headed out of the kitchen.
Slowly, Ellen's dad walked over to Ellen and planted a little kiss on top of her head. "Have a good day, poppet," he said.
"You too, Dad," Ellen responded, though her speech was slightly muffled by the large mouthful of food still swirling in her open gob.
Soon, Ellen heard the front door slam shut and finished up eating before slouching backwards into her chair with a sigh. Suddenly, with her belly now stuffed full of food, all she wanted to do was head back to bed, however, remembering her mother's words, she pushed herself up unsteadily to her feet and headed up the stairs to get changed.
Ever since she had started being home-schooled, Ellen had agreed to always get changed into proper clothes as the beginning of the day, just as she would have had she been going to school. Her mother had argued that Ellen was less likely to work if she was dressed in her pyjamas, as she would still be in a comfortable and exhausted mindset.
As Ellen went past the study, however, she noticed a bright light emitting from it, and paused, peering past the door. It was pitch black, aside from the eerie white light emitting from the computer, which at this moment had a completely white screen.
Frowning, Ellen slowly walked into the room and flicked the light switch, though the room remained dark. It was then she became aware of a sound, like a faint white-noise. She looked around for the source before a sudden case of light-headedness overtook her. She felt faint, and stumbled over to the dark shape of the computer chair, slumping down in it clumsily so she wouldn't fall flat on her face.
The light from the computer, as well as the static-like white noise intensified as Ellen was suddenly engulfed in bright white light.
When Ellen came to, seemingly lying sprawled out on the floor, she became aware of a weight on her chest, and warm breath on her face. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Another pair of eyes, rounded and brown in colour, stared back at her from a cute, furry face.
Ellen gave a loud, piercing scream as she shoved the strange... whatever-it-was off her, pushing it to the ground before sitting abruptly up. Her scream died quickly to a shocked silence as she gazed at her surroundings blankly. This wasn't her home. She was outside, on some kind of beach, though none she recognised! She then looked down next to her legs, where the creature had fallen.
It was stumbling up to its feet, and turned to look at her with a slight glare. It was brown and pink in coloured, and looked vaguely rabbit-like, with long flopping ears that seemed longer than its whole body. On its head were three little horns. "What was that for?" it asked, putting its little pink paws on its hips. It's voice was like that of a child, a young boy. It, or he, took a step towards Ellen, which caused her to give out a little squeak as she pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her arms around them. "What?" the rabbit said, sounding irritable.
It was then, as Ellen buried her chin in her knees, that she noticed she wasn't wearing her pyjamas anymore, but instead in more outdoor appropriate clothes, not too different from the clothes she normally wore when she went out. Her hair had even been tied into two twin plaits.
She then gave a nervous laugh as a realisation crept over her. "I'm dreaming!" she exclaimed aloud.
The little rabbit-like creature stared up at her blankly. "What?" he said.
Ellen laughed again. "This is just a dream! None of this is real!" She pointed a fat finger at the rabbit. "You're not real!" She gestured frantically to her surrounding. "This isn't real!"
The little rabbit's frown, which seemed to be his default expression, deepened into a scowl. "This is not a dream!" he exclaimed. "This is really real!"
"Hah!" Ellen exclaimed, her voice seeming to get higher and higher the more she spoke. She crossed her arms over her sizeable chest. "Prove it!"
Then the rabbit bit her arm.
"Ow!" Ellen cried out, pulling the dented skin away from the creature. "That hurt!"
"Now are you convinced?" the rabbit said, somewhat smugly.
Ellen rubbed her armed. "Did you have to do that?" she said.
"Yes, yes I did."
With a sigh, Ellen got to her feet, brushing the sand off her dress, hoodies and leggings. She gazed around her, noting some people in the near distance. "Err, hey!" she shouted, starting towards them, only for her foot, thankfully protected by long boots, hit something hard and she tripped over it, falling face first onto the ground and almost swallowing a mouthful of sand.
The little rabbit blinked at her before wandering over to her feet. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Ellen lifted her head and spat sand and dirt out of her mouth. "No! No, I'm not blooming alright!" She could feel tears pricking in the corners of her eyes and gave a loud sniff as she brushed grit off the lenses of her glasses. "What the hell did I even blooming trip on!?"
The rabbit glanced down at her feet and noticed something buried in the sand, something metallic. He picked it up and held it out in front of the girl. "This was in the sand," he said.
Once Ellen had calmed down a little, she studied the device in the creatures hands, which vaguely reminded of one of those old Tamagotchis she used to own, though slightly bigger and chunkier. In colour, it was pink and white. Carefully, Ellen picked it up and examined, adjusting her glasses slightly. "What is this?"
"I don't know," the bunny admitted. "But I get the feeling it's important some how." He paused for a moment before holding out his paw. "By the way, my name is Lopmon."
Ellen frowned as she glanced slightly away from the screen before holding her pinky finger out, wrapping it around Lopmon's paw and shaking it to her. "I'm, err, Ellen," she grunted.
"Well, good to meet you, Errellen," Lopmon said, before his arm fell down to his side.
"Erm, no, it's just Ellen."
"Okay, Justellen."
Ellen gave a loud sigh. "Ellen. My name is Ellen."
Lopmon frowned. "Make up your mind!" he said, putting his hands on his hips.
Ellen pushed herself up until she standing again and once again brushed the sand off her clothes and her face. She then looked back over at the other people she could see in the distance. "Come on," she said to Lopmon. "Let's go see what's going on." She then made her way over to the rest of the group, though this time more careful to watch where she was going.
"Good morning," Mrs. Hawkes called over her shoulder as Ellen stood dumbstruck in the doorway. "We're out of toast and cereal, so I thought we'd have some pancakes for breakfast today."
"Oh!" Ellen exclaimed, her expression of confusion turning into a smile, and she sat herself down at the biggest, comfiest chair next to the kitchen table.
"What do you want on your first pancake?" her mum asked after a couple of minutes.
"Err, chocolate please!" Ellen said, almost immediately. It wasn't long before her mum placed a plate in front of her, with a pancake rolled up into a wrap. Licking her lips, Ellen picked up her knife and fork and began cutting up the pancake into chunks before stuffing one into her mouth, dribbling chocolate sauce all down her chin and onto the front of her pink pyjamas. Her mother, seeing this almost grotesque act of eating, waited until Ellen had swallowed before coming over and wiping at her daughter's face furiously.
"Honestly, Ellen," Mrs. Hawkes said with a sigh. "You're such a mucky pup."
When her mum was finished cleaning her face, Ellen mumbled a "Sorry, Mum", before immediately shoving another piece of pancake into her mouth.
Upon finishing her first pancake, Ellen's father, Mr. Hawkes, soon came downstairs, dressed in his work suit. "Good morning," he said, in a tone that was both weary yet cheerful, and sat himself down opposite Ellen.
"Mornin', Dad," Ellen said as her mother placed another pancake in front of her, this time smothered in a golden puddle of maple syrup. Ellen happily ate this one, and then a third, and was about to start on her fourth and final when her mother told her that she was just going to drive Mr. Hawkes to work, as well as do some shopping.
"I should be gone for about an hour," Mrs. Hawkes instructed slowly to Ellen, who was half-listening, half shovelling food down her throat. "When I come back, I expect to find you working." This last sentenced caused Ellen to groan slightly, which Mrs. Hawkes countered with a smile and a "If you've done enough when I get back, I'll give you an ice cream." With that, she headed out of the kitchen.
Slowly, Ellen's dad walked over to Ellen and planted a little kiss on top of her head. "Have a good day, poppet," he said.
"You too, Dad," Ellen responded, though her speech was slightly muffled by the large mouthful of food still swirling in her open gob.
Soon, Ellen heard the front door slam shut and finished up eating before slouching backwards into her chair with a sigh. Suddenly, with her belly now stuffed full of food, all she wanted to do was head back to bed, however, remembering her mother's words, she pushed herself up unsteadily to her feet and headed up the stairs to get changed.
Ever since she had started being home-schooled, Ellen had agreed to always get changed into proper clothes as the beginning of the day, just as she would have had she been going to school. Her mother had argued that Ellen was less likely to work if she was dressed in her pyjamas, as she would still be in a comfortable and exhausted mindset.
As Ellen went past the study, however, she noticed a bright light emitting from it, and paused, peering past the door. It was pitch black, aside from the eerie white light emitting from the computer, which at this moment had a completely white screen.
Frowning, Ellen slowly walked into the room and flicked the light switch, though the room remained dark. It was then she became aware of a sound, like a faint white-noise. She looked around for the source before a sudden case of light-headedness overtook her. She felt faint, and stumbled over to the dark shape of the computer chair, slumping down in it clumsily so she wouldn't fall flat on her face.
The light from the computer, as well as the static-like white noise intensified as Ellen was suddenly engulfed in bright white light.
When Ellen came to, seemingly lying sprawled out on the floor, she became aware of a weight on her chest, and warm breath on her face. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Another pair of eyes, rounded and brown in colour, stared back at her from a cute, furry face.
Ellen gave a loud, piercing scream as she shoved the strange... whatever-it-was off her, pushing it to the ground before sitting abruptly up. Her scream died quickly to a shocked silence as she gazed at her surroundings blankly. This wasn't her home. She was outside, on some kind of beach, though none she recognised! She then looked down next to her legs, where the creature had fallen.
It was stumbling up to its feet, and turned to look at her with a slight glare. It was brown and pink in coloured, and looked vaguely rabbit-like, with long flopping ears that seemed longer than its whole body. On its head were three little horns. "What was that for?" it asked, putting its little pink paws on its hips. It's voice was like that of a child, a young boy. It, or he, took a step towards Ellen, which caused her to give out a little squeak as she pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her arms around them. "What?" the rabbit said, sounding irritable.
It was then, as Ellen buried her chin in her knees, that she noticed she wasn't wearing her pyjamas anymore, but instead in more outdoor appropriate clothes, not too different from the clothes she normally wore when she went out. Her hair had even been tied into two twin plaits.
She then gave a nervous laugh as a realisation crept over her. "I'm dreaming!" she exclaimed aloud.
The little rabbit-like creature stared up at her blankly. "What?" he said.
Ellen laughed again. "This is just a dream! None of this is real!" She pointed a fat finger at the rabbit. "You're not real!" She gestured frantically to her surrounding. "This isn't real!"
The little rabbit's frown, which seemed to be his default expression, deepened into a scowl. "This is not a dream!" he exclaimed. "This is really real!"
"Hah!" Ellen exclaimed, her voice seeming to get higher and higher the more she spoke. She crossed her arms over her sizeable chest. "Prove it!"
Then the rabbit bit her arm.
"Ow!" Ellen cried out, pulling the dented skin away from the creature. "That hurt!"
"Now are you convinced?" the rabbit said, somewhat smugly.
Ellen rubbed her armed. "Did you have to do that?" she said.
"Yes, yes I did."
With a sigh, Ellen got to her feet, brushing the sand off her dress, hoodies and leggings. She gazed around her, noting some people in the near distance. "Err, hey!" she shouted, starting towards them, only for her foot, thankfully protected by long boots, hit something hard and she tripped over it, falling face first onto the ground and almost swallowing a mouthful of sand.
The little rabbit blinked at her before wandering over to her feet. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Ellen lifted her head and spat sand and dirt out of her mouth. "No! No, I'm not blooming alright!" She could feel tears pricking in the corners of her eyes and gave a loud sniff as she brushed grit off the lenses of her glasses. "What the hell did I even blooming trip on!?"
The rabbit glanced down at her feet and noticed something buried in the sand, something metallic. He picked it up and held it out in front of the girl. "This was in the sand," he said.
Once Ellen had calmed down a little, she studied the device in the creatures hands, which vaguely reminded of one of those old Tamagotchis she used to own, though slightly bigger and chunkier. In colour, it was pink and white. Carefully, Ellen picked it up and examined, adjusting her glasses slightly. "What is this?"
"I don't know," the bunny admitted. "But I get the feeling it's important some how." He paused for a moment before holding out his paw. "By the way, my name is Lopmon."
Ellen frowned as she glanced slightly away from the screen before holding her pinky finger out, wrapping it around Lopmon's paw and shaking it to her. "I'm, err, Ellen," she grunted.
"Well, good to meet you, Errellen," Lopmon said, before his arm fell down to his side.
"Erm, no, it's just Ellen."
"Okay, Justellen."
Ellen gave a loud sigh. "Ellen. My name is Ellen."
Lopmon frowned. "Make up your mind!" he said, putting his hands on his hips.
Ellen pushed herself up until she standing again and once again brushed the sand off her clothes and her face. She then looked back over at the other people she could see in the distance. "Come on," she said to Lopmon. "Let's go see what's going on." She then made her way over to the rest of the group, though this time more careful to watch where she was going.
Put up the CS, before realising a couple of minutes later that I forgot to put a section for appearance XP Sorry about that guys, but I've fixed it now.
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Real Name:
Superhero Alias: (if you're a first year or someone who has just transferred to the school, it's likely you won't have one of these yet)
Gender:
Age: (for kids, this would be between 11 and 18, but for teachers, it can be pretty much any age above 25)
Appearance: (pictures are allowed)
Power Set:
Other Skills: (e.g. martial arts, a good amount of knowledge on a particular topic or subject, cooking, photographic memory, good at reading and understanding people, able to speak another language etc etc.)
Weaknesses: (from emotional to physical. Of course, be logical about this. If your character's powers are fire-based, then they'd be weak against water. Of course, adding other weaknesses like a low self-esteem or an inability to work well with others is good too.)
Subject: (Teachers Only)
Personality:
Backstory: (should include: whether their parents have powers or not, whether their parents are heroes, villains or civilians, how your character got their powers, and what they were doing before the school found them)
Other: (e.g. voice actors, theme songs, any quirks or tidbits that weren't included above)
Actually no, it's fine. I found out how to put it up (I also discovered what the likely problem was and, as always, it was probably my fault). OOC is up now. XD
Here it is.
Here it is.
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Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Herculean Academy:
The Top School For Aspiring Superheroes
The Top School For Aspiring Superheroes
"The measure of a man is what he does with power." - Plato
YOU are a normal teenager.
Well, almost normal.
You go to school, you takes your classes, you wish the teachers would give you less homework. Maybe you have friends, maybe a large group or only a couple. Maybe you're a loner. Maybe you're the top student, somewhat a teacher's pet who gets bullied for being a 'know-it-all'. Or maybe you are a bully, a delinquent who has been to the detention room so often, you pretty much have a seat with your name on it.
Either way, you're still pretty much an almost teenager.
An almost normal teenager who has superpowers.
You have superpowers. When you were nine, you may accidentally have accidentally frozen your neighbour's annoying terrier when you were simply trying to shoo it away. Or maybe you have super-strength, and when you angrily slammed the door to your room when you were just thirteen, you took the door right off. Maybe when you were on the run from a group of bullies and wished desperately that you could just disappear... you did. You literally became invisible.
Maybe you were shocked when this happened. Or maybe you weren't. Because you have superpowers, it's very likely to inherited them from your parents, who might actually be superheroes. Or villains. Or both. It's likely you know about this, unless your parents have been trying to protect you this entire time and have kept their identity so secret that even you, their own child, don't know.
Or maybe your parents are Average Joes and Josephines who simply carried a superpower gene. Or maybe you're adopted, secretly or otherwise.
Of course, you may not have been born with powers at all, but gained them through some scientific accident. Or maybe you gained them from magic. Maybe you don't have powers at all, but have some kind of object that gives you special powers.
Or maybe you were one of the many children who were kidnapped to be used in the illegal Esper program and were rescued by one of the many superheroes.
Either way, you have powers. You may be scared, or confused, or maybe excited. And then you receive a mysterious letter:
"Dear _____,
it has come to our attention that you have a gift. You might have known it for a long time, or maybe just realised. Whatever the case, you probably are uncertain as to what to do with your power.
This why we are inviting you to come join Herculean Academy, a boarding school built to house unique individuals such as yourself them and teach them how to control their powers and how to use them for good, and not evil. You have likely heard of the Elite, the most powerful group of superheroes in New York? Well, we trained them.
Well, some of them.
But we have trained many other superheroes, taught them to use their powers, helped them establish an identity and put them to work in a position that best suited their powers. Some of them went on to be solo heroes, others were part of group. Some may have been put up as a support team for another hero due to the fact that their powers may not have been, let's say, combat orientated.
But we have done our best for them and we will do our best for YOU.
If you wish to attend, please show this letter to your parent and/or guardian, who we hope knows of your powers. If not, you might want to have long, quiet chat with them. Once you've got that awkward situation out of the way, please fill in the attached form and send it to us at the return addressed.
Yours faithfully
Vice-Principal Smith"
Perhaps I had a little too much fun writing this prologue.
I'll put the Character Sheet template and my own examples up in the Character section soon.
Still won't work, sadly.
@cnash1303 yeah I did think that would be the way to go.
Anyone want to volunteer to post up the OOC for me?
@cnash1303 yeah I did think that would be the way to go.
Anyone want to volunteer to post up the OOC for me?
Still having trouble with the OOC@XxFellsingxX?
I literally just woke up so I have no idea yet XD I'll check in a minute.
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