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Hikari Academy

But then he'll have no ranged options.

Hikari Academy

@TheWindel

Would his lack of any real close range offense be a valid reason?

Hikari Academy

@TheWindel@KoL

I got rid of the light manipulation, however I would like to keep both weapons. The reason he has both a viking sword and ninja stars are because his parents are of very different backgrounds and gave him different things to take with him.

Hikari Academy

I do believe I'll be throwing my hat in.

Trey Black

Trey Black

Age: 16
Species: Half Human/ Half Elemental
Abilities:
- Darkness Manipulation: Trey can also manipulate the darkness, making it solid to lash out at people or shaping it around him to hide from others. He uses it pretty often due to the fact that it doesn't have the explosive consequences that messing up with Light Manipulation does.
Skills: Trey is a naturally quiet person for the most part, making him very good at sneaking around wherever he pleases. In contrast to this he's quite the talented musician, being naturally gifted with an amazing voice for singing. He also plays a little guitar, but he's still learning.
Inventory:
- Balmung: Ancient sword of legend belonging to one of Trey's ancestors, at full power it can release a mighty wave of light that can annihilate a full army in one swing. At Trey's current level of skill he can't do that, only able to destroy a wall at best when he releases its power. And that tires him out immensely.
- Stars of Yomi: A set of enchanted throwing stars, they will always return to their owner after thrown.
• Sample Post:

Trey's Farewell

Trey sighed as he threw another throwing star at the ceiling of his new dorm, lying down in his brand new bed as his dad searched over all the furniture just one last time. His father was a large man, but one look at him told you everything you needed to know about him. From his white hair which seemed to shine with a holy light to his impressive size, about 6'2, which just screamed that this was a strong warrior. But through it all was a gentleness, you looked at this man and knew he wasn't just a warrior, he was a hero. His dad had just put down the last of Trey's books on his bookshelf and was looking over at Trey with the same nervous expression he has had on all day. He'll probably be asking the question in 3, 2, 1...

"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything at home Trey? Your mom can always pop over and grab it for you really quickly." Trey rolled his eyes as his dad asked if he needed anything from his room for the third time today. He rolled out of bed and got to his feet, giving him a hug to try and comfort the nervous man.

"Dad. I'm fine, seriously. If I ever need anything, I'll call you or mom ok?" Speaking of the woman, she strolled into the room followed by a floating platform of darkness carrying a box of clothing. She was a imposing figure, with a visible darkness clinging to her at all times. She had jet black hair that rolled past her waist, but if one looked closely they could tell it wasn't quite hair at all. It was closer to strands of shadow that imitated hair.

"Lay off the boy Sigmund, he's not a 6 year old. He knows how to take care of himself, right Trey?" He would never admit it, but Trey liked his mom best. She knew how to give him his space and didn't baby him like his dad did. "All joking aside Trey, make sure to call if you ever need anything. I'll be over before you can even hang up!" She laughed boisterously as she clapped Trey on the back, a small "Ooph" escaping his lips as he disengaged from his hug.

"Sure thing mom." He replied as he hugged her as well, breaking it off after a few seconds of silence. His mom took his dad by the hand and waved as the darkness began to surround both of them, pulling them into the ground and leaving no trace they were ever there aside from his mom's lingering perfume. Trey sighed and picked up the book his dad had set down. A tome on energy conservation and casting spells efficiently. One of his mom's old tomes most likely, his dad wasn't the mage type.

He put the book back down and walked over to his guitar, tuning it to pass the time while he waited for his roommate, whoever that may be.

Other: Optional. Anything else not mentioned above that you may wish to add goes here.

One Piece: New Horizons!

@floodtalon@Old Amsterdam@Demon Shinobi@Leaves@BCTheEntity@Spiffy@yoshua171 Basically everyone that isn't Gard, we're now at the 7 day mark since the last GM update and only one person has posted. This makes me a saaaaaad panda. But t's the holiday season, so I get it. Now I know Spiffy and Yosh have both said probably Tuesday will be when they can post, so that's that. OA wants to wait for some others to post, ok. Aaaand BC has said that he's waiting for Leaves because what goes on with Feya will determine what Dirk does. That's everything that I recall from what people have said to me, so if anybody else has anything else to tell me, please inform me of your status. I would be most appreciative.

@ProPro

I'll get something up soon. No estimate on when soon is.

The War of the Three

@floodtalon

I suppose he's ok.

Anyway, You should hold on this CS until we see what happens when we try that thread change. After all, it's going to happen right after this battle and we will jump straight into another one, if everything goes alright.

@KoL

I'm aware, just wanted to get it out there sooner rather than later.

The War of the Three

Deranged Devil

Why not laugh? Your life has been a joke and death is the punchline!
Thomas Insania aka
The Deranged Devil of Hell

Age: 547
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Hell
Race: Vampire/Demon
Height: 5'6
Weight: Who has the time to stand still on some scale?
Personality: To Thomas, everything in life is a joke. Whether it's the War, Factions, even the Nexus itself, nothing can be taken seriously. Why should he, his actions have no true consequences in a world without death. So he chooses to do whatever he pleases, which in this case is to spread as much mayhem and misery as possible in his pursuit of power.
History: One day a very important Demon was born and taken away from his mother. But the story of Thomas begins one hour after this. The Demon burst from his mother with a strange look in his eye. One could tell from the moment of birth that something about him was distinctly off. His mother died shortly after he was born, leaving him with only a name, Thomas Insania. Nobody would claim Thomas, so he was quickly thrown out into Hell, left to fend for himself amongst the overwhelming chaos of a dog eat dog world. Against all odds, he flourished. He managed to find someone to take him in and raise him until the age of 6, at which point Thomas killed the fool and burnt the home to the ground. He wandered from village to village, finding suckers to take him in and then killing them after he had driven their lives into the dirt. From the momene he learned to walk, all he knew was that he wanted to destroy everything he saw.

This continued until he turned 18, at which point he began wandering the battlefields for fun. He would taunt dying soldiers, offering to help them and then slitting their throats just to see the looks on their dumb faces. One soldier had a little more kick to him however, a dying vampire managed to bite Thomas to dry and heal himself. Thomas lashed out in a fit of rage, smashing the vampire's head into the ground over and over until nothing was left but a pile of mush. Then he began laughing as drained the corpse of all blood, a vampire had been born.

Hundreds of years passed and Thomas began to mature somewhat. No longer would he destroy simply for shits and giggles, no his tastes had matured. Now he planned things out to cause as much pain as possible, slowly poisoning a town's water supply, cutting off limbs one by one to hear the victims scream as much as possible. It was during one of these excursions that he met a fellow psycho by the name of Harley. She revealed to him the truth behind his birth, how she had tampered with his mother during the pregnancy and injected her own DNA into him while he was but a fetus. He cared not, he had no true connection to his parents. She then revealed that he had a brother who was a prince, who had managed to rise above the rest and kill his own father. This caught his attention.

"What fun it would be to kill my own brother! The despair in his eyes as he realises that his life has been ended by his own blood, the cruelest joke of them all!" Harley took Thomas under her wing with the promise of power, enough to kill his brother as long as he remained loyal to her alone.

Powers:
Cruel Joke: Thomas is an undead Vampire, meaning that he has no true vital organs. Any wounds he suffers are purely cosmetic, the only way to kill him is to completely destroy his head or sever it in an instant.

Punchline: But the joke doesn't end there, he regenerates from wounds he suffers slowly while regenerating even faster if he can get his fangs in some warm body with blood in it.

Absolutely Batty: Thomas can sprout bat wings to fly across the battlefield at high speeds.

Knock Em Dead: Thomas packs a real punch as well, without the limits of a fragile living body he can punch as hard as he wants and run as fast as he please. This makes him into a terror on the battlefield as he runs from squad to squad, tearing each one apart like confetti paper.

Weapons:
Shadow Glaives: A matched pair of mechanical glaives, enchanted to return to their owner after being thrown and capable of spinning at break-neck speeds. Their blades are capable of poisoning anything not venom-resistant should they break skin.
Edge of Insanity: This axe defies all logic. He can seemingly pull it out of nowhere, it weighs practically nothing despite it's immense size, and is never damaged. No scratches, chips, dents, the only reason you can even tell it's been used is because of the bloodstains that cover every inch of it.
Cutting Remarks: Two daggers just as hungry as their owner, able to drain blood and hold it inside themselves like a syringe. This does nothing for the lethality of the knives, but it makes an effective quick heal for Thomas if he's ever in a pinch. Every cut drains a little blood from whatever wound they make, while a full stab can fill the knives up to capacity very quickly.
Theme:

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Well since everyone is changing their votes, I too decided to change my vote. I am now voting for Shatterpoint. : )

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Heartless-Trainyard

@yoshua171@BCTheEntity@Eklispe@ProPro@Old Amsterdam@Gardevoiran

Unfortunately for Lillian, Heartless was just paranoid enough to catch her minor mistake. His eyes widened beneath his helmet and he looked over at Chatterbox. "We have company on the roof." His voice was quiet enough that only the group could hear rather than their watcher up above. Not that it mattered considering one of their watchers had decided to go loud and reveal themselves via a drone.

"You are trespassing in a place you should not be. You will be given one minute before intervention. If you have questions, ask them now." Heartless sighed and rubbed the top of his helmet, considering the professional language being used and the advanced tech in use this was likely a PRT drone. He tucked the box into one of his inside jacket pockets subtly and cracked his knuckles with his thumbs, adopting a relaxed stance as he put his hands behind his head.

"Yeah I got a quick question. Can we just leave and pretend none of this ever happened? You get to keep the bad guys and we get to not spend the night in a prison cell. Seems like a sweet trade in your favor." Best case scenario it was just some low level thugs, worst case scenario was they had a high level Cape waiting outside for them. Best hope was that they could walk out of here scotch free and with their prize.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@ProPro
Gamble. Everyone will choose the memes this time, I can feel it.