Flamelord

The Truth Behind the Project

Miyako Komatsu

Name: Miyako Komatsu

Age: 14

Appearance: Normal
Transformed

Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"

Soul Gem Color: Green

Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.

The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.

Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace

Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.

She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.

Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.

Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.

It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.

Theme: Credens Justitiam

Other:

The Truth Behind the Project

Sheet finished with pictures now. Huzzah

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

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Were you calling me fat, flamelord?

@The book of bad juju

No, I'm calling the flamethrower Violetta carries around heavy.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

_@Ariamis

The doors slid shut with both Maria and Caroline inside, and the elevator began it's rather rapid ascent. It was smooth nonetheless, and quet, since neither of them seemed willing or eager to engage in idle chit chat. There was certainly nothing wrong with that, Caroline devoted to her job and her guest undoubtedly planning what she was going to report to her superior. This sort of thing was done often, to aid Alexandra in keeping a firmer hold on the city, and it did not seem a habit she would stop soon.

The elevator arrived with a 'ding', and Caroline stepped out, leading the way to where Alexandra awaited in continued silence. Stepping in front of the wooden door, she opened it, allowing Maria to enter, before going through herself.

Beyond was an executive office, though whether it had served that purpose originally was anyone's guess. It offered a good look of the city from the windows, and a desk sat at one end, with papers, boos, and the other affairs of business. There was a more cordial atmosphere, less iron and authoritative, but still set up to remind you that the person behind the desk was in charge.

Alexandra sat at the desk, wearing a pleasant, business minded smile as Caroline moved off to a corner, silently observing in case she needed to intervene. "Hello Maria," she began. "A pleasure as always. I hear things have been busy in your territory recently." Best to get the rumors and such out of the way first.

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_{@Stern Algorithm}

Byrea cried as she took the two hammer hits, smashing through ice pathways as she was knocked backwards. Her recovery was quick though, the broken ice already reforming itself into new pathways, new routes for her opponent to take if she wanted to try and get in close. There were no real signs of visible damage yet, but those were sure to come in time.

And indeed a response came, jagged shards of ice flying once more down at her to either shatter or impale themselves, whether it be in the ice she stood on, her shield, or her own body. The Witch swooped amidst the orb of it's own making, disturbing chilled air as the fight continued. Eponine was going to have to do more damage if she wanted to turn this in her favor.

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_{@The book of bad juju@TrixyTrix}

The hole that Violetta stood by, created by her companion, had sealed up with new ice, and the ice she stood on creaked distressingly as well, whether it be a result of her weight, or the heat she gave off. Staying for too long in one place here would most likely result in her falling through to join Eponine, as the sound of fighting emanated from within the sphere.

There was no sign of purple yet, as she looked, but the new snowmen Familiars would soon approach, cresting the horizon of the sphere as the weaker snow bunnies hopped along with them. It seemed that they were not about to give up on her, much as she might want to avoid fighting. Being this close to the Witch probably didn't help either. Still, things could be worse.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Cinder Fall, Client World [???]

Cinder spun out of the way of the second volley, grunting at the burns left behind from it's proximity. The healing process began courtesy of the Dust in her body, but that would take time to finish, and for now she merely had to ignore it. It was certainly doing a good job of annoying her.

She glanced over at the arriving UMMA agent, otherwise ignoring her. It would prove a useful distraction. Of more concern was the throne, which vanished through a portal and earned a 'tch' from the hybrid. Someone really was going to pay for that. At least she had reinforcements.

"You talk too much," she said, reaching down to flick open a new vial. This was not red, or blue, or yellow, but rather an undulating black, overflowing with the corruption of the human soul itself, all it's grief and despair. She let it pour free, forming into creatures that Blake would have found quite familiar. Beowolves, a trio of them, snarling and angry with bright red eyes.

A gesture sent them charging at Sindibad, jaws snapping and claws flashing, as she moved in to engage the Snakeman at close ranges, blades flashing through the red light of the burning museum. It was a good thing that she was no normal human as she launched a trio of stabs and slashes aimed at disarming him of his plasma weapon, because it made her all the more confident in her success. She would not let them interfere with her plans.

The Truth Behind the Project

An edited in spoiler, sheet completed

Miyako Komatsu

Name: Miyako Komatsu

Age: 14

Appearance: Normal
Transformed

Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"

Soul Gem Color: Green

Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.

The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.

Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace

Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.

She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.

Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.

Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.

It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.

Theme: Credens Justitiam

Other:

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Hm, to have Cinder fight because of this betrayal, or to leave because the objective just got destroyed? Decision, decisions...

Laughing Coffin [Flamelord & Kirisuna]

Floor 8, a pretty nice place if Azecreth said so himself. Which he did, anyway, or else he would not have been saying it now. It was the perfect spot for a person like him, who was too afraid to go fight on the front lines, but too guilty to simply sit back and not help out in any way that he could. If people died because of his inaction, how could he live with himself? That was the realization that he had made after they had found out they were stuck, and the initial chaos of that had died down.

So while he was afraid of going out to fight and possibly dying, he had done what he could to help out. Ironically, the idea had been inspired by a D&D card no less, a quote about armies and how they operated. So he had become a smith, a supplier of weapons, armor, and equipment. He wasn't the best, not to the level of someone, say, Lisbeth, but he knew what he was doing, and he made a tidy profit. And that was without price gouging either, since he wasn't about to stiff people like that.

At the moment he was taking a break in one of the bars that dotted the towns on this level, relaxing off the stress of hard work. This place wasn't too busy, he'd say, but then again it wasn't exactly a vacation spot either. It was more of a local favorite, and that was fine by him. At least the PC running the place had the skill to make a good pint when he got around to it, and he could charge a lot for it. And unlike Azecreth himself he had no qualms about overcharging. Bastard.

Taking a sip form his glass, Azecreth looked around as activity flowed around him. Just an average day with nothing to worry about. And that was just the way he liked it.

A Certain Academic City

"Ah, I see," Annette replied, looking between Uiharu and Misaka with the two explanations for why Kuroko was on the floor, though it seemed the teleporter was recovering. She would admit that they seemed to be telling the truth , if her tolerance to electricity was this high. She just wasn't sure whether she should consider this relationship abusive in anyway, not that it mattered to her.

Still, she would admit that it was amusing, and she made a mental note of it. Perhaps she could or would use this later, though she didn't have a particular reason. But they always presented themselves, that much she knew.

A distraction arrived then as two girls entered, and Annette straightened up as she looked between the two Judgment members as they got to work. "Don't mind me," she said to them with a wave. "I'm just here to watch right now." She hadn't transferred in officially yet, and seeing how they ran things around here was the whole reason for being here.

With that said, she settled in to observe and see what happened. It seemed this would be a productive visit after all.

A Certain Academic City

That's just silly... There can't be a straight girl amongst them. >.> <.<

@Rin

Are you volunteering to be Annette's love interest?