Guess Who

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Haha, hope you didn't think I missed the RvB reference at the end of that last IC post @Lugubrious.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Applying for a spot in this RP! Note that I write in a mature, gritty and realistic fashion, swearing and reference to sex aren't uncommon.

Application

Code Name
Astral

Real Name
Ryza Shiro

Age
19

Gender
Female

Nationality
Japanese

Powers
Astral-Elemental Synchronicity
Ryza is attuned to astral patterns of the sun and the moon and draws elemental energies from them both. During the day, Ryza can wield the element of fire. At night, she can wield element of ice. When both the sun and the moon are in the sky and are visible, Ryza can wield both elements. When the moon eclipses the sun, her ice wielding powers are doubled. On the rarer occasion that the sun emits a solar flare, Ryza's fire wielding powers are doubled.

History
"Let me tell you about my life. Unlike a lot of the students here on this island, I didn't get the chance to grow up with a happy family and lead a girly life with shoes and purses and talking about boys. I was born into this world and put in the hands of a father that wasn't my own, some pushover cop who swung in after my real dad high tailed it out of Japan when he found out my mum with pregnant with me. My older brother, Nobu, had joined in some stupid little gang down the street and was being reigned in by my step-dad and the police every other night. The house was alright, I suppose, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, in a quiet neighborhood, but when your big bro is bringing girls over every night to fuck and friends over every day to drink and do drugs, ya it wasn't the greatest place to be.

So, I spent the majority of my time at school. At least there it was quiet and secure and I didn't need to hear those sluts moaning in the next room. I did what you're supposed to do at school, learn and become a responsible young adult. I joined the auto-club in our high school and even got to be the school's driver in the racing league! But, unfortunately, all good things come to an end. My brother got hooked up with the yakuza and before I knew it, there were police asking me questions about every dirty little secret in my life. People at school were stupid and drew conclusions and it basically ruined the half decent reputation I had there. Some people feared me when they found out my big ol' bro was yakuza and avoided me. Others just stopped talking to me. The worst was the teachers treated me like a bloody criminal because these damn blues showed up at the class door to question me every damn day.

So I stopped going to school and started learning at my pace, trying to distract myself from the new girlfriend Nobu had every day. Sooner or later, my brother's friends started forcing me to join them in their escapades. I don't know if I was scared cause they were thugs or if I was excited cause I got to hang out with some of Nobu's hot guy-friends. Regardless, there I was committing small crimes like vandalism and illegal street racing to win Nobu some money here and there. Problem is, I kinda liked it. I hooked up with one of Nobu's friends, we partied, we screwed, we fought, we broke up and that was that.

You might be wondering why my step-dad cop didn't do a thing about this. Well, like I said earlier, he was a pushover. He was too afraid to come clean and do the right thing by kicking in Nobu's bedroom door and arresting him on the spot. But nope, he sat there and literally watched Nobu sell some drugs to some bum and then point a gun at him to get out of 'his' house. Fuck, if I went up to that guy and said 'Boo' he'd probably piss himself. So let's just take my step out of the equation here.

Now, where do my powers come in? That whole night and day, fire and ice thing I can do? Remember when I was talking about that boyfriend I had. Well, I didn't know at the time that he was a metahuman. So when we got close, I mean real close, that son of a bitch passed it on like some sort of HIV, only that it was better and actually improved me. Should've seen the day we broke up, his car wasn't much more than a pile of ash afterward. And that was when I found out that I had powers. Sixteen years old and a fire-throwing, ice-shaping bad ass with a chip on her shoulder.

So, with these newly discovered powers, I decided that I should take Nobu's shit into my own hands and try to straighten out my family. My little brother, only three at the time, was already swearing. I mean seriously, the kid's first word was fuck and he was imitating those Nobu's disgusting groans whenever he and his girl got a little loud. So, I waltzed into the house and punched my brother. I was gonna set his pants on fire after but it turns out, it wasn't just something I could call up on a whim, at least... At the time, it required some practice. So that didn't pan out too well.

I got the beating of my life and nobody did a thing. I practiced for a few days in private to figure out how to tap into my new found power; when I did, I brought him into our back yard at night where I froze the guy's feet to the ground and shot apples off of his head with icicles. I purposefully missed one and put it straight into Nobu's shoulder and threatened him to never come back, 'leave us alone' I said.

He left. When I woke up a day later, it was to a fire alarm. The entire house has been ablaze and the only reason why I'm alive now is because it was daytime and I was able to manipulate the fire around me. I cleared a path through the flames and went to my little brother's room, the smoke had already gotten him... I then went to my mom's, she wasn't there, maybe outside. So I went outside, and all there was were fire fighters preparing to enter, my step dad talking with more blues and in tears. And there I was, oblivious to what had happened, with a paramedic looking me in the eyes and getting unsettled by the orange glow of them that the sun gave me.

When I learned what had happened, I was wrecked. The weight of my little brother's death was heavy enough. But when I heard Nobu and his band of thugs took mum and lit the house on fire, I was beyond repair. I mean, the fucker actually tried killing his family, he even succeeded a little bit. So he holds a special place in my heart that's hotter than hell during the day and colder than space during the night. So I was lost, I sure as hell wasn't going to live with my step, fuck that. I wandered about, driving some shitty car that was falling apart around me as I went from Southern Japan to Northern and back again. Along the way I got these sexy little jewels in my hands by some extreme body-modifier and some sick tattoos to go with it.

After drifting around the country for a few months, I was coming up on eighteen, I decided enough was enough. I wanted to do something right and smart for a change. I wanted to enroll in school again. But no money meant no education, so I started racing. My piece of shit car ended up becoming a eighty-thousand dollar power house and I went to college for astronomy to learn more about my unique ability. College was college, y'know... Parties, drinks, sex, spring break, thinking you're smarter than the rest, pretty standard stuff. Except my attitude wasn't really meant for it, I may have made a fireball one too many time on campus grounds. My councilor said that the college wasn't a good place for me, and that I couldn't stay there without being a danger to the other students. As I was leaving the campus, downtrodden yet again, an american in some snazzy suit approached me offered me a proposal.

Needless to say, I was intrigued by the idea, and I didn't exactly have a whole lot else to do, so I accepted his offer. Next thing I knew I was flying to America for some band of metahuman misfits. Now here I am, just landing and already being thrown from city to city as I get 'integrated' into their system."

Personality
Ryza is a bit of a problem child. She is quite rebellious and fiery, taking her pride to the next level is somebody tries to dent it. Loyalty is one of her biggest morals, she will kindly treat those who know how to keep a secret or come to her side when she needs a hand. She can't stand being called butterfly, and will often use her power as a means to intimidate if she is called that. She may come off as a bit of a bitch normally, but deep down inside, is a girl who wanted a happy family and happy life. Her desire for that makes her long for a lasting friendship with people that she can call a brother or a sister, but her exterior attitude often pushes people away. Those that do manage to breach her hard exterior, find a girl that had no control throughout her childhood. When it comes to talking, Ryza is rather unfiltered and will say what she has on her mind most of the time.

Ryza is an avid racer and a competitor at almost anything she sets her eyes on. She loves driving and she actually seems totally at ease when she in the driver seat of a fast car. When competing against somebody, she will take a defeat honorably and respect her opponent or encourage them if they lose. Ryza enjoys the company of others who are into fun competition, and that is the best way to get to know the girl behind the bad ass. She takes up a challenge on a whim if it is claimed she can't do something which can sometimes be exploited to get the best of her.

While Ryza may seem like a delinquent, she is actually very smart. She is always on time with her classes and diligent, never complaining about a bit of extra work. Ryza tries to keep her intelligence masked with a somewhat thuggish attitude, finding it funny when people think she will hit first and ask questions later, only to get a nasty surprise that she outmaneuvered and outsmarted her opponent in a battle of wits. The result: A quick thinking glass cannon.

Ryza doesn't like talking about her family, and often tries to change the topic when it comes around.

Appearance
Ryza is a small girl with short black hair. Her skin is a brighter tan, common for most girls of Japanese descent. She has some muscle definition that suggests she is very active in her day to day activities. On her left shoulder is a flaming sun, on her right is a crescent moon. Between her shoulder blades, there is a compass tattoo. Ryza has piercings on both of her ears, just small ones, and a larger piercing in her belly button. She has two precious gems inlaid in the back of her hands, a form of body modification that isn't very common. The gem in her left hand is a blood red ruby and the gem in her right hand is an azure blue sapphire. Both gems are pure and flawless, she never discloses the price of them. Strangely enough, the gems don't seem to bother Ryza in the slightest. She changes her style up every other week, which usually includes different coloring in her hair or a totally different style of clothing.

Ryza prefers colorful clothing and has a 'mix-it-up' attitude with them. She doesn't care if her top doesn't match her sweater. Ryza usually wears knee-high socks with shorts or a skirt but jeans aren't an uncommon sight with her either. She enjoys hoodies of varying style but likes the zippered ones the most. Ryza will commonly wear fingerless gloves to keep the inlaid gems out of sight or arm gloves on colder days, she doesn't keep the gems a secret but she doesn't like it when people gawk at them. Sometimes Ryza will wear caps.

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@Whoami

Looks fine. Move it to the character tab and I'll edit your character into the lobby team as soon as I get the chance.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

New challenge is up. Do it nao.

@Lugubrious

Ooh, a very interesting concept. Going to go brainstorm ideas.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

The winner of Contest 9 is @Guess Who!

Primarily this entry won because I believe this is supposed to be a Ragnarok, and that is something I liked most: You took an already existing Grimm and made it terrifying and powerful. Second, I liked the mixture of solid facts and hearsay in the description. Both of these were more than enough to offset the somewhat short nature (compared to the other entries).

Runner up is @PyroDash888 with his/her 'grandmother's story' representation of Deimos. This is most definitively a personal preference and I make no excuses for it. I love myths, stories for by the camp-fire or the hearth, fables and their like.

As for the others you made some very good entries as well: I spent the better part of a day deciding! This was not an easy contest to judge, well done all of you!

@Agent B52

I- I won? Thank you Agent!

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Yikes! My apologies for the inactivity. I figure you must be pretty worried right now about the status of your members. Never fear, I'll have a post up tomorrow afternoon.

@Lugubrious

I too was wondering where everyone else went.

@Scarifar

I actually thought that the RP died. I was planning on waiting two more days and if no one said anything I was going to delete it from my subs. Good to know I was wrong. Can't wait to see your posts.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Ryan looked at Markus as he entered the room, not turning his head though since Valerie was still trying to clean the wound on his head. 'Family'? So they're all related? Oh no. What if Ace is that dude's sister or something and he's like her overprotective big brother? That's why he told me to stop hitting on her. Or worse, what if they're all his family because this a huge ass harem? Maybe Ace is one of his many wives or something. Oh man, he's totally going to shoot me. Well, I've dug myself this deep. Nowhere else to go, but down. Ryan continued eating the meal in front of him, only half-listening now that he knew that the speech the bearded man was giving wasn't directed at him.

Hmm? Did he say 'sacred ground'? Is this some kinda religious nut job church? Or maybe it's a cult? Maybe they're all cannibals! Maybe they're going to eat us! No, they're returning us to town. Besides, why would they eat French toast if they eat people? Unless they eat people and bread! Or maybe this isn't really bread. It's people! Soylent Green is people! Soylent Green is people! Ryan looked down at the now empty breakfast plate in front of him. He had eaten all three slices that he had grabbed earlier. Then William approached him with another plate of the so-called "breakfast" and passed it to him. "N-no thanks, I'm full," Ryan said, for he had now lost his appetite.

Ryan snapped out of his thoughts about people eating people as he saw Ace get up and head to the clipboard. He was now filled with overwhelming curiosity about what she had signed up for. Ryan continued sitting in his seat waiting for her to return before asking her the question on his mind. "Hey Ace, what'd you sign up for?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Underground Casino - Antagonist

In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces.

"Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Ryan half-sprinted to the bench where the French toast sat. Taking the nearest empty plate, he piled three slices of the deliciously smelling breakfast, deciding that he'd put more on his plate after he finished what he had already, and quickly took a seat. He had been so focused on filling his empty stomach with food, that he had almost missed Valerie's question. "Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah it stopped bleeding last night, so I guess it scabbed over," he responded. Ryan grabbed next to his plate, expecting to find a fork or other utensil in his grip, only to find nothing but air. He looked around the room to see how everyone else was eating their food, only to find them enjoying it with their hands. Well, if everyone else is fine with it, I guess I can too. Picking up one of the slices, he took a bite. "Mmm, this is really good. My compliments to the chef," he complimented before taking another bit.

As Ryan took another bite, a horrible thought crossed his mind. He turned to the pink-haired, blind woman and said, "Y'know, I never cleaned it up or anything last night. The cut, I mean. You don't think it's infected or anything do ya'?" Even with the threat of becoming horribly sick hanging over his head, Ryan continued to enjoy his meal. "Mmm-mmm-mmm, a fine breakfast," he said once finishing the first slice, picking up the next. Then Ace mentioned the dirty dishes and Ryan decided to inspect the kitchen from his seat. It's no that bad. "Oh, hey. What if I help? You gave me a place to sleep, food, and now you're helping me with my head," Ryan took another bite of the delicious breakfast before continuing, "Least I could do is help you with cleaning some plates and what not."

Protea - The Ebon Flow

It really pains me to say this Lugu, but I think I'm going to have to drop this RP. When I joined at first, I had expected it to just be this, HoB, and MetaOps (and even then I was hesitant to join in fear of joining too many RP than I could handle). Soon after though, a friend of mine started a RP of his own and he needed more people so I volunteered. Not long after that, a different friend invited me to another RP he had just joined. Now I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed and feel I need to drop one. I wish you luck and I hope that the story of Protea be told without hindrance. Goodbye.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Yes! Dodged that bullet. Ryan's thoughts were filled with triumph. "Sure. I'm not gong to go shooting everyone up, but if that makes you feel better, as long as you give them back eventually, I'm fine with that." When he heard Acacia's voice, he looked away from Markus and at the stairs where he could see her bunny slippers. Aw, that's kinda cute. When the bearded man said that Ryan could finally get out of the cramped basement, the young hunter had to hide his excitement. He turned to Acacia and followed her up the steps and out of the basement, quietly singing along to Bad Moon Rising, not knowing the irony in the song choice. "I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightning. I see those bad times today," he whispered at a almost inaudible volume.

Nearing the kitchen, Ryan decided to completely ignoring Markus' threat about flirting, and tried to strike up another conversation with the mysterious, and pretty, red haired girl. "Good to finally get out of their, felt like something out of Silence of the Lambs. So, your... uh, whatever he is, called you Ace, right? Pretty strange name for a girl," he said in a teasing tone. "So, what's up with this place? Everyone's been giving me cryptic answers and dodging the question when I asked before." At the sight of food though, he immediately shouted, "Ooh, French toast."