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IT IS (un)DONE.
Rin said
Um, don't do that please. Writing up a post and I'd have to rewrite it if you landed on Tanya.


Aww man... *goes to unedit*
Rusalka said
XD Awww. It's too bad Thane didn't land on Tanya by accident. I woulda laughed my ass off at that!


...

Give me a second.
Name: Raniero Sciarra
Nicknames: Rani, though ten years in the future most will know him as 'Nero' since it sounds slightly more intimidating.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Italy
Role: Student > Ally > Eleventh Vongola Guardian of Cloud
Flame: Cloud and Mist (Fake/Corrupted), Sun (True)
Weapon/Fighting Style:
Mechanized Collapseable Forearm Crutch > "Irregular" Rapiers > Illusory Armaments
Overclocked Brain Implants (15 Minutes) > Overclocked Brain Implants (30 Minutes) > Flame Purification


Raniero holds steadfast to two key rules when overclocking his brain implants for whatever reason: Get it done fast, get it done properly. Can't afford to dally when you only have 15 minutes on the clock, after all. As such, he will use absolutely everything in his disposal to finish the job under the rules he's laid out for himself. Fighting dirty, psychological tricks, faking loss... You get the idea. On one hand, he lacks the "natural talent" of the others and their inherent physical power, leaving him with average speed, mediocre strength and no outstanding special abilities apart from his Flames, which still hurt even to use. On the other hand, he's extremely analytical, has the instincts of a natural born hitman, and knows how to maximize his strengths by choosing a tactic relevant to a situation. The fact of the matter is, while he doesn't look the part, he's still the Cloud Guardian and can easily operate without any outside assistance.
Appearance: As a teen, Rani appears as a rather skinny teenager with a mess of short white hair. He stands at 173cm/5'6" and has brown eyes. All in all, his posture, figure, paleness, and general appearance, not to mention his crutch, make him look sick and fragile. As an adult he... still looks sick and fragile, moreso than before due to the spread of his 'disease'. However, this is only an outward indication, he's actually rather healthy despite his lanky frame and the fact that half his body looks like hell. His hair has grown out a bit, not that you'd really get to see it since he always keeps his hood up to avoid frightening children and what not, as has his body, bringing the young 25-year old up to a good 183cm/5'11". He also no longer needs to walk around with a crutch, but prefers to for sentimental reasons.
Personality: A good word to describe Raniero would be 'empty'. He has almost no sense of self, what with not even knowing what his life was like - not to mention what he was like - up until the last five years or so. Naturally, however, something had to have filled the empty shell of a human being he was upon waking up, and eventually the young man developed a personality that is equal parts childlike and unrelentingly straightforward. To give an example, Raniero is incredibly curious - though less in the 'what does this button do?' way and more in the 'I felt like it'-type of way - which manifests in fashions ranging from testing out different horticulture methods to figuring out how he can maximize his strengths so he can make the most of his 15 minutes, and he approaches these in almost the exact same way. Furthermore, the young man has a rather strange speech pattern in which he usually talks in sentence fragments, thinks aloud, occasionally answers his own questions, and rarely uses first person pronouns unless the sentence wouldn't make sense without them as well as having slight motor-mouth tendencies. The predominant reasoning for this is his preference for efficiency and the need for a better way to arrange his thoughts, as when his implants are activated he tends to speak much more concisely, though he keeps some of the terse speech patterns. Fitting his straightforward, brutal honesty, Raniero rarely, if ever, lies. He just makes vague statements that he lets other people misinterpret. See the difference?

Raniero's sense of morality is a bit... odd. At best, it could be called myopic consequentialism, the ends justify the means except when he says it doesn't. A good example would be: tell him he'd have to kill 100 people to kill a villain, he'll do it; but tell him to kill a friend or you'll kill 100 people, and he'd likely just tell you to go right ahead before taking his pal in arm and wandering into the sunset. Quite honestly, he'd make a good left hand man, someone one to provide the unconventional, morally-ambiguous solutions nobody would be willing to think of and then act on those whether anyone would support him or not. In terms of other quirks, Rani has minor masochistic tendencies due to associating pain with significant payoff, but not enough to be really creepy. He also has an affinity for horticulture, a hobby he can often be seen doing in his spare time at home.
History:

Overview: Rani used to be a normal kid like you until he took special bacteria to the brain and fell into a coma. Now he's crutch-bound, sickly, and relies on brain implants to go about daily life. He also believes the years of his life that weren't spent being in a coma were just wacky dreams. While he is incredibly weak, he's also skilled and smart enough to take advantage of what strengths he has... But only for 15 minutes. He also has a weird speech pattern.
Other: "Don't understand any of you, likely never will. Same in reverse, maybe."
VitaVitaAR said
I might be posting again soon, eh-heh, mostly because Mizuko is extremely fun to write.... All of my characters are, really, and I hope Tanya gets some attention soon.


Well there you go!
"What to do, what to do...?" the red courier mused as he dangled his legs off the edge of some building, watching the hustle and bustle of midday Karstberg going on in the streets below him. He was breathing rather deeply, and sweating a significant amount more than he usually would have after a leisurely run through his usual pathways of choice. There was a simple reason for that, and it was because of a rather short but spurring encounter he had earlier.

Previously, Thane had been traversing the heights of Karstberg, using his usual magically augmented free-running style for a more show-offy method of going from A to B rather than his usual straightforward work routine, when he noticed a black-clad figure on a rooftop adjacent to his position. The figure was undoubtedly female though the wardrobe made it a bit difficult to discern at first. Normally, the courier would've paid someone like that no mind, but this one was also a skilled practitioner of parkour if what he saw was indeed not magically assisted like his own. The two noted each other's presence, her with a nod and a facial movement of some sort - a smile maybe? - and him with a tip of the hat and a smile of his own, before going off on their separate ways, hers to the Market District and himself to... Wherever. He had yet to set a destination for himself. Though that was unimportant. What was, was that the woman from earlier had inspired Thane to try free-running without utilizing his magic. He was good even without it, but he soon realized that his some of his skills had atrophied due to reliance on using magic to smooth things out. Shame really, but now that he knew about it, he could - just did - try to fix it.

But not now, Thane was almost out of energy. He removed the apple that he normally kept in his bag and began to consume the thing. Once that was done with, he dropped down, using his magic to give him a safe landing like earlier, before noting a diminutive lady in some religious-looking garb having a temper tantrum on the adjacent street corner. Normally he wouldn't be staring impolitely as he was, but his self control was being overwhelmed by the lack of energy.
Cake said OOOH OOH AND SHE CAN SUMMON SLIMES.


...Now I'm thinking of Fast Wheels and his Volumen Hydragyrum.
Didn't know if spells needed incantations or not, so I added it in my post just in case.
Thane was practically flying as he traversed the rooftops of Karstberg, a familiar feeling of contentment in his heart and adrenaline coursing through his veins. Truly there was nothing like the feeling of the crisp breeze and warm sun against one's face on a lovely day such as this one. As the maroon-haired courier neared the edge of the roof of what he believed to be a sort of restaurant, he mentally marked off a point on the next roof over before leaping off the edge.

'Alter Area: Contract.'

For the briefest amount of time, the distance between himself and his desired landing point shortened. It only took a moment for the distance to expand back to its usual state, but it was enough to allow Thane to land without losing too much of his valuable momentum and smoothly transition into free-running stride. Jumping from roof-to-roof might have been an advanced parkour technique, but his choice in magic made it exponentially easier to pull off. Without the momentum loss any regular traceur would take, even! All it took was a mental mark and an incantation of a verbal or mental variety.

After repeating the aforementioned process several times, Thane finally reached his destination. This time, instead of placing a point on another rooftop, he placed it on the ground. 'Alter Area: Contract," he thought for the umpteenth time, allowing him a safe landing as the distance between the peak of his jump and the ground shortened and snapped back into place just like the distance between buildings. Thane took in a few deep breaths as he felt his adrenaline wear off and his exertions catch up to him. 'Time to finish up this delivery,' he thought happily, grinning as he waltzed up to the address he was directed to. Thus, Thane exchanged the package he was carrying in his bag for a decent amount of coin before going on his merry way, along the rooftops of Karstberg once more.
A white haired young man with dark skin and a red longcoat stood atop the roof of a rather ritzy hotel. One for well off people with a lot of money to blow. Though he wasn't here for the hotel - he had neither the will to blow off money nor the want to waste it somewhere like that - rather, the red knight was there for the view. Specifically, the view of the conference building where a gathering of businessmen would be taking place. Not ordinary businessmen mind you, but ones that, while being legit in the light, had rather unsavory dealings in the dark. The STG had dispatched him to 'clean house' as it was. As the last car dropped off its passenger, Gareth removed a device from his coat and pressed the button.

Boom.

In a moment, the conference building turned from glamorous meeting area to burning, half-exploded ruin. Everyone was... dead, or would be soon enough. "Objective complete," he said matter-of-factly into a receiver, not caring that he had just committed an act of terrorism, "Still want me to get everyone take-out on my way back?"

It wasn't like there were any innocent people there anyway. Wouldn't weigh on his conscience at all. Turning around, the red knight began crossing rooftops to get away from the scene of the crime. Plus there was also some take-out he'd need to buy, after all.
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