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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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@Gentlemanvaultboy The only qualm I have is with Shocking Kill Flash Step. A stated cooldown would be great. Once that's done I'll Approve Icarus! I like the concept and plan to something similar in the future. Plot-stuff, maybe?


I can see why. Would a 3 second cool down be okay? That seems like enough for the skill to be usable while not letting him move infinitely fast backwards by continually teleporting behind himself.

As for plot I have a vague idea as to the hows and whys of Icarus's glitchiness, but always intended for it to be open to interpretation.


Name: ERROR

Nickname: Icarus

Age: 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111



Appearance: Image uploaded by Dr. Deborah Johannes on 4/14/2012



Occupation: First Year Student

History: Icarus was found wandering a Port Crescendo train terminal dazed, confused, with his physical appearance shifting every few minutes with a noticeable flicker. No onlooker reported seeing him enter the train terminal and the footage of the security camera doesn't show his arrival. Several concerned onlookers attempted to check the boys Enlil Network profile and were immediately struck by the same symptoms, whereupon emergency services were contacted.

After cordoning off the area the police, fearing some sort of unprecedented Network based virus, contacted the Port Crescendo Institute of Technology to get an experts opinion and delivered Icarus and the victims to the Institute for observation. A day later it was clear that while sleep cleared up the onlookers symptoms, with no lasting damage, Icarus's condition was not improving. Weeks of study and cautious probing through the Enlil Network found them the boys profile, completely corrupted corrupted save one passive Class Skill and his Tablet Power, which they were able to coax him into using it.

The resulting encounter with the entity now known as "Sasaki Kojiro" resulted in severe injuries to four staff members, through it did seem to stabilize Icarus. When questioned, Icarus claimed to have no knowledge of his past, anyone named Sasaki, or how he had ended up in his current state. Later interviews under more controlled conditions with Sasaki proved fruitless, as he outright refused to provide any information on his past.

Class: ERROR



Class Skills:

[Active]
  • Sure Kill Flash Strike* - What appears to be an Iaijutsu quick draw sword technique. Should the attack land the actual damage will not be inflicted until after the users sword has been sheathed, as demonstrated by Sasaki. Icarus's version has a noticeable time lag. When his attack hits the damage will be inflicted randomly some time within the next four hours.
  • Killing Field Flash Strafe* - A Skill seemingly designed to allow the user to move around their opponent extremely quickly to disorient them. When Icarus uses this Skill it is effectively random teleportation. Icarus locks on to one target and can then teleport to a random spot within a small circle around his target, always facing them. If that spot is already occupied by something he will "glitch out" for a moment before being launched out and away from what he teleported into at great speed. Icarus can carry up to one person while using this Skill.
  • Shocking Kill Flash Step* - A teleportation Skill designed to place you right behind your target. Icarus can seemingly only target himself with this skill. When used Icarus is teleported a step back from where he previously was and spawns a clone in his place. The clone is usually of a strange coloration with melting facial features. This clone mimics every move that Icarus makes precisely. Has a three second cooldown period.
  • Duel Kill Flash Blades* - A Skill designed to duplicate the users sword so they could use two at once. This Skill seems to have lost its focus and can now be used to duplicate any object that Icarus can hold in his hands. It should be noted, however, that duplicate will have properties consistent with Icarus's Unstable Sword Passive Skill.


    [Passive]

  • Unstable Sword - Any sword that Icarus fights with is unstable in his hands. Should he block with it, clash with another weapon, or even press it up against a hard surface, it has a chance to "glitch out" and suddenly start bending and stretching in impossible ways before snapping back to its real shape. This wild shape changing is equally as likely to impale him as his opponent. Possibly a mutation of a skill that improved the quality of any sword wielded by the user.
  • Bug Infection - Icarus's problems are so severe that they're infectious. Anyone with Class Skills that's hit with one of his Active Skills has a chance to have one of their Skills corrupted like his. Going to sleep will repair the corruption like a normal Network error, and it seems like there's some kind of safeguard that only allows a single skill per person to be corrupted.
  • Sword Fighter - A skill representing Sasaki's, and Icarus's by extension, immense skill with a blade. The only part of Icarus's profile not to be corrupted by whatever happened to him.


Tablet Power: BugFix - A self diagnostic Tablet Power, seemingly capable of repairing errors in the Enlil Network without the user having to go to sleep. When used it tries to repair the damaged Network in Icarus's body and reverts him to his glitchless state, a ruthless and powerful swordsman who calls himself Sasaki Kojiro, for five to seven minutes. His speed, power, and technique increase dramatically as Sasaki, along with the quality of his blade. Icarus has no awareness of what happens when he's being Sasaki, and Sasaki likewise does not remember his time as Icarus.

After this five to seven minute period BugFix breaks under the strain and can not be used to bring out Sasaki again until Icarus has gotten a good nights sleep. BugFix can be used in its broken state, but it results in Icarus's glitches becoming much more severe and harmful to himself.
Years ago, way back in the year 19XX, globe trotting banana magnate and adventure enthusiast Faintly Audacious founded, in the small town of Bliss Coast, the Audacious Exemplary Academy For Gifted Youngsters, Troubled Ne're Do Wells, and Assorted Children Of The Surrounding Countryside. It soon took on a different name, however, owing to the state of the art facilities most striking feature: the beautiful Banana Blossom trees planted around the outside that coated the ground with their striking yellow blossoms and filled the air with a sweet, fruity smell. Faintly never told anyone where she'd acquired these strange, one of a kind trees, but insisted that they had magical properties and would bring good fortune and prosperity for as long as they bloomed.

The course of years seems to have proven Faintly's ramblings about the magic of the trees true. As the academy continued to produce the likes of captains of industry, brave adventures, movie stars, and genius scientists the town of Bliss Coast quickly transformed into the largest city on the eastern seaboard. Now it is the year 20XX and you are attending Mystical Banana Blossom Academy, either as a student of member of the faculty, and though the constant banana smell wore on you at first it eventually just became part of the background of school life. That is, until you walked in one morning and noticed a weird, sickly sweet fragrance that wasn't there before and that the edges of the blossoms had to begun to brown just a little.





If you're still here, welcome. For a while I've been thinking about running something inspired by Anime Campaign, an actual play tabletop campaign on Twitch.tv run by Warpedlamp and a bunch of other really creative people. They're ability to play off one another is what kept me watching, but what hooked me initially was the concept they used for their anime superpowers.

In the world of Anime Campaign around 1 in 30 people are born with a Epithet, a word at their core which gives them power. An epithet can be any word and epithet users power is mostly based on how creative they are with interpreting it. For example, the epithet "Soup," seems like really dumb one but it lets its user not only throw boiling globs of soup at people, but also control steam and heal the sick. This gives the character a amount of wiggle room in how they intemperate their power, which is good because epithets are traditionally rolled randomly using a random word generator like this one (That's actually how I got the title). You don't have to do that, of course. You don't even have to play epithet user if you like. Normal people are more than capable of keeping up with them with hot blood and dedication. This is, after all, shonen anime.
Mission: Blackmarsh


Bergoda elbowed Rolf lightly in the side while while Zarwin expertly distracted one of their guests and leaned in close. "Try and get why they wereon the run out of the little one." Se whispered to him, before walking up behind Gris.

"Can't just go tellin' ya things like that." She said all friendly like, smashing her way into the conversation with all the grace of a runaway boulder. "Someone real important went through a lot of trouble to hire us on. We can't just give away details of an exclusive contract like this." She then pointedly looked over at the quiet elf, and mumbled under her breath just loud enough for him to hear, "At least, not around those that might be listenin'." She jerked her head conspiratorially toward the bow of the ship and walked that way.
Mission: Blackmarsh


Bergoda pulled the map back out of her pants and looked over it again. "Loooooks like we'd want a southeasterly if we wanted to make good time." She said, then whispered conspiratorially, "Don't go whole hog now. Place is a maze. Too fast and we're like to run aground."

A voice than cut through their conversation. A a pair of men walking up the dock, explaining that they had reason to get away quick. Well, how lucky for them that they just had so happened to come across this boat out here. How bloody fortuitous. Bergoda walked back to the railing, leaned against it, and studied them with her alligators eyes. "This ain't no pleasure cruise. You might just have a better chance with whatever's waiting on this shore." Then she smiled a crooked smile. "Cap'n!" She called up to the old fisherman. "What do ya say to two more? I'm all for extended a charitable hand and all, but it ain't my place to say."

@David Gorgon
"I'm more worried about the bus." Grigori said t the man as he went about healing the wounded. There wasn't much he was going to be able to do for the engine if it was completely busted, but if the only major damage was the gas line that might be something simple enough that even he could fix it. They certainly couldn't protect these people if they tried to hoof it out of the city, especially with so many of them injured. "We either need replacement parts or another vehicle. I don't think we'll find another bus, but maybe something strong enough to haul this one. A tow truck would be ideal. You seen a garage or something like that around here?"
@David Gorgon

"Hold that bus!" Shouted Grigori, running up with the women and child cradled in his arms. The woman's leg was beyond his abilities to heal, but he had at least managed to completely staunch the flow of blood. As he approached and raised one hand to the man in black. "Namaste, brother. I witnessed your explosion from up the street. Very nice." He said, walking past and tapping on the buses door. "Room for two more in there?" He asked. "And is there a doctor? This woman leg needs to be set." Girgori had never really concerned himself with how to treat injuries, either before or after his enlightenment. It hadn't seemed pertinent at either time, so he unfortunately could not do much more than this. "Do not worry, good people. You will escape. If God had intended that you should die, he would not have put us here."
Mission: Blackmarsh


"Baby..." Begoda murmured under her breath as the boat drifted into view. It wasn't as big as her old barge, but it looked sturdy and fast. "Oh what fun we could have together." It took everything she had not to leap off the wagon before it stopped and sprint to the waters edge, physical diminishment be damned, but she figured she would be more useful if she actually equipped herself first. She'd changed intro something a little more convenient for travel, trading in the comfy greys for hard brown leathers that would at least provide same protection, but had left the weaponry she'd requested of Oldrik until now because rolling down the road fully kitted out would have looked damn suspicious. So while Zarwin helped the blind out of the boat, she set about putting everything on.

She was disappointed that Oldrik hadn't been able to get her "one of them magic swords that makes you invincible what like in those fairy stories," but otherwise the man had come through swimmingly with her fairly specific requests. There was a long knife, a "real posh one" as per her request, shiny and new with a beautiful pattern etched into the blade. Could be hawked for coin in a pinch but for now went on her belt. Next came a long wicked looking black chain, about a third of which menaced with spikes designed to gnash and tear at anything stupid enough to get hit by the end. She felt its weight now like she had when she was a little girl, smacking other young hoodlums on the streets of Redport with a weapon similar to this but far less menacing, but figured that some good boat work was just the thing to get her back into shape. She rolled it up and attached it to the other side of her belt, so that it jangled as she walked.

Then there were the bandoleers. Two of them, with six grenades each. They were small, black, round, with short oil soaked fuses that could be lit with a spake even when wet. To this end she had also requested a pair of sparkers, a leather pseudo-glove worn over the thumb and index finger. The shaft of the index was inlaid with flint, while the thumb had a steel cap, effectively letting you create sparks by snapping your fingers. Both were convenient tools she'd taken from an shipment of alchemical goods once upon a time, and she'd fallen so in love with them that she'd set their escorting alchemist free on the condition that he be her contact with the local guild so she could buy more. She wondered what had happened to old Morty? She'd given those alchemists a lot of money in her time. She'd have to check in with them if she ever made her way back to the Crimson River. For now, she looped the bandoleers over her shoulder and across her chest.

Last but not least, and this one really impressed her. She'd made the request mostly in jest, not really figuring he would be able to get it. She knew that there was a market among the higher classes for pirate flags. Hell, she'd partaken in it, stealing the flags of other groups that dared cross her and selling them up the chain. She figured that's what had happened to hers, a conversation starter now hanging in some avid collectors trophy room only getting the opportunity to flap if someone opened a door. There it was, though, in black and white and red. A red skeleton set on a black background, a bone white snake wrapping around it and poised to strike right it right in the head. She took a deep breath and ran her hand over it for a moment. If any of her boys, her sweet good boys, were still kicking around out there...if any had gotten away that night...

She shook her head. Focus. She had to focus on the job at hand. No need to get sentimental now. Finish this job and she might get to hoist her flag again some day and sail with what was left of her boys. If not, well, they'd be resting on her head. She took the flag and tied it round her skull like a bandanna, her mark prominently displayed for all to see. Now she was ready. She gave Oldrik a look as she hopped down. Big badass pirates didn't hug people and bow or do any of that polite stuff, but she gave it her best. "You're a reliable man Oldrik." She said. "Your ladies lucky to have ya. We ever drink together, it's on me." Then she turned and started toward the boat.

When she reached the dock she stopped obediently in front of the boat, kissed her palm, and slammed it to the railing before stepping on. "Oi, you two." She called to Aeryn and Zarwin, patting the railing. "Come over here and introduce yourselves to the ship proper." She walked around, giving the boat a once over before turning to the fisherman. "S'good ship. She got a name?"
As if in answer to the womams desperate prayers a man tore out of a nearby alleyway into the street between her in the child. He looked round wildly, saw the women trapped, followed her eyes toward the bundle, then let his eyes straight upward to the building that was even now starting to tumble down. He took a deep breath, then sprinted toward it.

He reached the infant, sliding like a pro base runner to scoop it up, just as he heard the crack of the building giving way. He spun on his heel and began desperately sprinting back as rubble started falling all around him like driving snow. He cleared his mind of all else but the sound of the rubble falling through the air, shutting out the stench of acrid smoke, the horrid glare of distant fire, the screams of mother and child. Like water he seemed to flow around the debris falling towards him without losing even a hint of speed until the final titanic and the rushing of wind and dust broke through to his mind. He hunkered down to the ground, cradling the child to protect him from any more flying rocks, and waited for the dust to clear.

He turned round to see the building smashed to pieces on the ground barely a few yards away. He smiled. "A miracle!" he shouted, turning to the fussy child cradled in his arms. "You see little one, if I had been but one moment later we both would have been pulp! But I was not late. I showed up precisely when I did. That is what is called a miracle!"

The explanation of the nature of miracles did little for the childs mood. In fact having this large, red faced man shouting at it only seemed to increase its distress. Grigori frowned at this as he walked toward the woman. "Come now little one. You're mother is already worried sick. Show her a happy face, huh?" He faced a finger in the air, the tip of it glowing so faintly as to be impossible to see. He brought it down, tapping the babies nose with a light "boop." The change was almost instant. The baby quieted and looked confused for a moment, then its face broke into a wide grin that Grigori returned. "There, see?"

He knelt and handed the the women her baby before moving to the Girder that had her trapped, taking a deep breath and gripping it with both hands to wrench it up and free her.
Name/Alias: Grigori
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Biography: Once upon a time there was a brutal and empty hearted murderer. He had within him no trace of mercy or compassion, for he had been shown none in all his life. He used his incredible fighting skills to end lives across the world, caring not for the suffering he inflicted. An empty, wretched thing, more like a demon than a man.

No one cared when this man was betrayed and left to die in the cold, vast emptiness of Siberia. He would have succumb to the elements had he not stumbled upon what seemed to be a temple sitting alone out in the middle of the steppe. He knocked on the door and it was opened by a young man. Like an animal the murderer lashed out, felt his fingers reach the mans heart, but with a fluid grace the man reached out with his final breath and placed his hand upon the murderers head as though he were a child. There was a flash of light, a moment of pure bliss, and then all was darkness.

He awoke some time later. He was lying in a comfortable bed, next to a warm stove, with the taste of broth in his mouth and an old man smiling at him from a chair nearby. The murderer asked if the man was dead. He was, replied the old man. The murderer asked why he was not dead. He had already been forgiven, replied the old man. In his final moment the young man had redeemed him. The murderer asked the old man to explain.

Their talk that night was long. The old man was the leader of a strange cult founded by a group of executioners long ago, who had come east searching for the most painless way to kill. They had found it somewhere out here. A revelation from God that let them kill not only without pain, but inspiring a heavenly bliss in their subject. Being killed with it was comparable to being enveloped in the warm hands of God himself, and so they called it Heavens Palm. Being hit with the full force of it, they had thought, would make even demons repent in their final moments and be welcome into Heaven. However, they knew what evil could be wrought with this ultimate killing technique. They could not return with it to the amoral princes that set them to their work. However, they could also not throw away a gift from the almighty. So they had remained out here, constructing this temple and teaching wanderers like him.

The murderer asked if they would even teach a murderer like him. Yes, said the old man, for if God had not willed it he would never have found his way to their door. The murderer asked what would happen should he take the technique and use if for evil. Could you, the old man replied, having been shown a glimpse of heavens compassion? The murderer thought for a long time. He remembered that feeling he had experienced when the young man had placed a hand upon his head, a feeling being enveloped in pure love, and found for the first time a stirring in his heart. He knew that he could never use that technique for evil. With is dying breath, the young man had killed his murderer.

That was many years ago. Now, finally, the world is in desperate need of the Heavens Palm and its greatest practitioner has set off across the steppe toward civilization to test the technique against those he knows it was truly meant to combat. Grigori set out to save the souls of demons.

Devil Arms: Heavens Palm is a chi manipulation technique that sends the users chi directly into the opponents body to destroy it from the inside with even the lightest of touches. A bastard technique hacked together from Catholicism, Siberian mysticism, and Chinese martial arts, the technique causes no pain and in fact with every hit imparts building feelings of euphoria.

Firearms: None. Such mechanical devises lack the compassion necessary to redeem a demon. He can, however, concentrate his chi into projectiles that have the same effects as his fists.

Skills/Abilities:

Gods Breath- One of the foundational skills of Heavens Palm. A special breathing technique that focuses the users chi and boosts all their physical abilities. A Grigori was a peak human specimen before learning a mystical martial art from a group of Siberian Hermits the technique boosts his abilities to truly superhuman levels. To make use of this technique he, of course, needs to be able to breath.

Blood Stilling - One of the foundational skills of Heavens Palm. A technique Russian mystics used mostly on cattle. By laying their hands on the wound these men were able to completely stop the flow of blood and stabilize the patient. This is the same technique the mad monk Rasputin used to save Tsarevich Alexei Romanov during his struggles with hemophilia. This technique does not speed the healing of the wounds, just stops the patient from bleeding out.
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