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Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Aaron Yang

Aaron Yang

Age: 19| Gender: Male| Height: 5'11"| Magic Affinity: Water | Race: Human

Physical Description

A light skinned teen of mixed race and athletic build, Aaron doesn't have any particularly notable features; what you see is what you get.

Personality

Despite his consistently neutral expression, Aaron's eyes blaze with a hollow intensity. He doesn't say much; if at all, and usually tries to keep out of the way of others. Years of depression and failure at school have broken any spirit he may have once carried with pride. Even if the confidence of his youth had been long since cowed; transforming him into an ultimately self-centered coward-- deep down, the embers of determination begin to stir once more.

Bio

Aaron was born in a small town in the American Northeast. It was a quiet town, no real notable tourist attractions, or anyy significant features other than the surrounding mountains. From a young age, Aaron was a prodigy, everything he did, he excelled at without ever putting in any effort at all. Smart, talented, and well liked, he had a bright future ahead of him. That all changed in 8th grade. For the first time in his entire life, Aaron failed a test. How did this happen? He didn't study, he didn't try hard, and he procrastinated to the last minute constantly. Not because he didn't want to succeed, he'd just never needed to learn how to succeed. Thus began the downward spiral, in a matter of weeks, Aaron was barely passing his classes, was cut from his sports teams, and had no friends to speak of. He had gone from the town's rising star, to its greatest failure.

By the time that Aaron had finally begun to turn his life back in the right direction, he had already been forever branded a disappointment. The only people that stood by him till the end were his parents, whom he dearly loved. Even if he loved his family, he knew there was nothing left for him in that town the moment he graduated that damnable school. Three days after graduating, he disappeared. His car had been packed to leave; and his keys off their hook by the door-- but the boy was nowhere to be found.

Capacity:

A

Flow:

C

Flux:

D

Magic and Abilities:

Return By Death

Character Intentions

Though he'd never admit it, Aaron wants to become somebody that would make his parents proud. He couldn't make something of himself in the old world, but maybe... Just maybe, he could actually make something for himself here.

Maybe a fresh start was just the thing he needed.

Extra:

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

@Vocab I vote in favor of the discord

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

A high pitched whine escaped Don's lips as Malphas' knee collided with his groin, only to be cut short by the following headbutt to his chin. The large man's legs gave way beneath him as he clutched his agonized nethers. Turned out that even a peak human body was still plenty vulnerable to the classic sacktap. Yet, despite how much it could've hurt-- the physical pain was significantly less than Donovan's instincts had anticipated... Seemed the goddess saw fit to gift his new body with 'balls of steel' as it were.

To say Don was appreciative of the Moon Goddess' divine foresight would be an understatement.

After several long, painful moments of writhing, Donovan rose shakily to his feet. "Sorreh bout that lad, aye reacted on instict." he began to speak hoarsely, "I understand that yer power runs off faith... But yah gotta understand boyo-- blessed er not, that kinda faith ain't easy tah give." Wiping beads of sweat from the crest of his brow, Don made a slow hobble towards the arrangement of weapons near the door as he continued speaking to Malphas. "I understood yah just fine th' first time. Just panicked when ya started to glow like a damn lighthouse. Even if I wanted tah, aye don't think aye coulda truleh believed in yer miracle." Stooping low, Donovan rifled through the available weapons, before producing a dark blue bow. "Call meh old fashioned if yah like--" he continued, turning back toward the very man that nutshot him less than a minute prior. "But as aye see et, we're still just men, Malphas. Nuthin' more. Nuthin less..." With calm strides, Donovan approached the other man, and held out the bow. "Men aren't just given faith. Can't just take it neither..."

Donovan leveled a firm gaze at Malphas.

"Yer gunna hafta earn it lad. Just like tha rest of us."

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

Donovan nodded as the catgirl introduced herself. Leannah seemed decently reliable, and the fact that she could apparently hear guardian's current whereabouts was more than likely going to prove an invaluable tool in the coming hours. Even further, there was apparently a fourth reincarnator that had just emerged from a pod on the third floor of the decrepit stone structure.

Unfortunately for them, the stairs leading to the third floor were broken.

Luckily, Donovan had just the thing to fix that, "Aye'm on et lass, just let meh know if the guardian's gettin' close... Aye don't want tah draw that thing's attention."

Wasting no time, Don immediately took inventory of the available materials. Despite how run down the building itself was, the fact that the furniture was still in such good condition was a damn miracle; he'd be able to salvage more than enough wood and nails to get the job done. Now all that remained was to figure out how the hell he activated this 'foreman' ability of his.

But then an extremely bright light drew his attention.

Donovan spun around in a panic; his eyes wide as he locked his gaze on Malphas. To say that the glowing visage of the man was anything other than astonishing would be a lie... In that singular moment, his perception of the stranger was changed entirely.

Tearing off his coat as he made a mad dash at the human lightbulb, Don hurriedly threw it over the other man in an attempt to hide the glowing aura. "ARE YEH FUCKIN' TOUCHED???" the large man angrily hissed at Malphas, holding the smaller man's shoulders in a furious vice-like grip, "YER BLESSIN' DON'T MATTER FER SHITE IF YER GLOWIN' ARSE ATTRACTS THA FUCKIN' GUARDIAN!"

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

@malmshodes do you wanna post before I do? or am I cool to go first?

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Cu Chulainn@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

It was cold in the void.

The kind of cold that made Donovan's old bones feel as if they were about to snap.

Yet for some reason... It felt oddly comfortable; the light ebb and flow of the fluids around him gently caressing his flesh as he floated in the limitless expanse.

But with a lurch, and sudden crash-- Don found himself ejected from the darkness, and spat out into an unfamiliar room.

Once he'd finished coughing up whatever god-forsaken shit he'd inhaled, Don noticed an immediate difference. The pain was gone. Every arthritic joint, knotted muscle, and aching bone in his elderly body had gone silent. He honestly felt like he was back in his prime again... Hell, even better than in his prime! That Goddess really weren't lyin' when she said 'peak human'. the man mused to himself as a smile stretched across his face. For the few moments he'd spent inspecting his new body, he'd failed to realize that he wasn't alone until a voice called down from the staircase on his left.

When he looked to the source, Don damn near snorted as he suppressed a laugh. A young lass with cat ears and a tail! Just like the one on the body-sized pillow of his grandson Carter. The kid was obsessed with something called 'annie-may', at first he'd thought it was a girl the boy fancied at school. Unfortunately that was far from the truth; as time, and that pillow would show otherwise.

Everyone in the family knew damn well the things the kid did to that pillow.

Before he could offer any form of reply, the other man in the room; who introduced himself as Malphas, spoke first. Even if the other two were chosen by the Moon Goddess just like he was, Don had slight misgivings about the man across from him. Between the voice and his effeminate looks, Don figured the lad three shades queer. But that wasn't what he found unsettling. Rather, it was the manner with which the stranger spoke. It was the kind of big words and flamboyance that salesmen and con artists posing as 'intellectuals' would use to sell their product to an unsuspecting consumer. Furthermore, despite claiming to have a 'powerful ability' and wanting to learn about everyone else's; Malphas had yet to share what exactly this 'powerful ability' actually was. Although Donovan didn't quite trust the man, he'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Everyone here was chosen for a reason, right?

"Tha name's Donovan," the large man introduced himself as it came to be his turn to speak, "Aye can build fast as twenteh men. Not much else to it."

Though it wasn't the most transparent answer, it still held fairly true.

Turning to the pile of weapons, Donovan narrowed his eyes as he looked over the available gear. "I agree with tha lass, runnin' intuh whatever's guardin' this place is a bad idea. Even if yer abiliteh can handle et, aye'd rather not take the chance. Weh should scavenge what weh can and get outta here."

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

Skill Unlocked: Magic Analysis I (1.55)!
Skill Unlocked: Soil Manipulation I (1.15)!

System:Jason

One step closer to getting back what I've lost. Jason thought to himself as the system notified him of his restored skills. But he didn't have time to savor this small victory-- he had a decision to make, and it had to be made fast. Though creating a body from what was essentially scratch (soil, in this case) would likely be far more malleable in appearance and function creating something entirely new; be it a tool, weapon, or even a body-- was far more taxing than utilizing what the world around you provided freely.

Jason chose the stone.

With his newly regained [Soil Manipulation], Jason pulled the surrounding stones into himself as he pushed his being into them. Unlike the smooth crisscrossing lines that had strung throughout the last body he'd possessed like droplets of water-- this time felt much different. The lines this time felt blocky, and hot. Like molten metal boring thick channels into cold stone, forming interconnecting lines like that of a circuit. Piece by piece a body took shape as energy crackled throughout Jason's being; a torso, arms, legs, each rock snapping into place like magnets. Jason felt the the void once again creeping at the edges of his vision; he didn't have much time. He had to finish the transformation before he ran out of mana, and while his body felt stable, it felt... Incomplete. Almost as if it wanted to be **bigger**. However, he didn't have the time, nor mana to do so.

With all his might, Jason pushed himself away from the earth; driving back against the colossal weight bearing down upon him. Slowly, the reincarnator rose to his feet, no longer an Ectoslime-- but something entirely different.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Boomer

Name:
Donovan MacConaill
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Sporting the physique from his college football days, Donovan stands at 6'2" and weighs 220lbs (other features are as the picture shows.)
Goals:
To build a new world for his fellow man before finally joining his wife in the afterlife.
Past Life:
The old man took another sip of his coffee as he walked the dimly lit Philidelphia streets. For the last five years he'd been making this trek nightly, ever since Beatrice had last her battle with cancer. It helped him keep going, despite the loneliness he felt without her; reminded him of why he got out of bed in the morning despite the protests of his aging body. He passed by a diner; closed by now of course. Between the peeling paint and dirt-stained windows, it's age and level of disrepair were apparent. But past the moldering wood and crumbling plaster, the old man saw something else-- a memory. A tired-eyed young man was seated at one of the booths. Across from him was a scrawny, elderly fellow, wearing a well-ironed white shirt. The waitress was the most beautiful thing the young fellow had ever seen. Her name was Beatrice.

Continuing down the road, the old man continued to reminisce. The streets around him were important to him. They were where he'd walked Bea home every night from work. Where he'd taught all seven of their children to drive. Before he'd even realized; he was once again where his life took a turn for the better. A bridge. A small, dainty little thing. Not to mention ugly as sin. It'd been his first design after graduating from his civil engineering courses back so many years ago. He'd just about been ready to jump off the damn thing to his death. Just the thought of it made him chuckle. To give up on life over such a silly little thing? What a fool he'd been back then. If Reverend Stuart hadn't pulled him away from the ledge that day, and treated him to lunch-- it all would've ended there. Donovan smiled at the moon overhead, it'd been nearly 60 years since that life changing day. And in that time he'd built much more than bridges, and skyscrapers; he built a family, a legacy-- a life. One he was truly grateful for.

Donovan yawned as he bundled himself up tight in his jacket and sat down on the sidewalk of the bridge. Was it just him, or was the air a wee bit chillier than usual tonight. Maybe he was just tired. A few minutes of sleep wouldn't bring an end to his nightly stroll, would it?

Abilities:
[Physical Conditioning: Peak human]
Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.
[Soul Flare]
The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.
[Foreman]
Because of your past lifes accomplishments, you have been granted the ability to summon your own personal army of construction workers. They take an ethereal appearance and number from 5-20 depending on how many are needed for the job. These people do not tire, do not require rest or breaks and could theoretically stay active 24/7. However, they run on your own personal physical stamina and Magic ability. With proper planning, timing, and personal training, they could finish building a project that would have taken a month, in little over a week or so. All you have to do is give them direction and make sure you have your plans in hand. They are incapable of fighting, and may be disrupted with certain magical skills.
[Whispers of Suthainn]
Though this God was once known by a different name, you have given it another. What is a name, aside from how one is recognized? Oft, Gods go by many names. Perhaps this is no different. Its agelessness and ancient fury remain but a distant, fleeting, feeling.

(former desc)

You have made contact with a currently nameless God. You know little about them, save for the iconography of the Serpent and Star. The only thing you know, is that when you invoke its abilities you sense an ageless, unfathomable, yet comforting and fleeting presence. Underneath however, lies an ancient, furious anger silently watching and judging you. Whatever the case, you seem to be able to channel small divine miracles related to purification with some effort.

[Stealth (lesser)]
You’ve managed to acquire some knowhow for moving unseen and unheard. While its not going to fool any particularly vigilant person or animal, you could easily slip by unnoticed by unaware or those distracted by something else. Less agile acrobatics, and more simply being able to use your surroundings to slip around unseen.
[Point Fracture]
An ability to ‘fracture’ the flow of time on a space. A rather dangerous ability in theory but weak in practice, since it causes time in the affected small area to become twisted and knotted, merging time into a brief single point before it explodes outwards with rainbow colored shards. Weak, but effective in dealing minor injuries or disrupting singular targets or objects. This is an ability your patron has gifted, or you have learned through them in some manner. Can reasonably be expanded or modified to be stronger or divergent abilities with proper practice or use. Does not cause lasting Time Wounds in an area, and is clearly divine in nature which other divinities will recognize in some manner, even if not the specific god.

Inventory:

• Serpent Star Necklace
• Ancient Shield
• Ancient War-Hammer
• Illu Gem
• Gambeson {Equipped}

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Guess that means @Shovel is up

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Boomer

Name:
Donovan MacConaill
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Sporting the physique from his college football days, Donovan stands at 6'2" and weighs 220lbs (other features are as the picture shows.)
Goals:
To build a new world for his fellow man before finally joining his wife in the afterlife.
Past Life:
The old man took another sip of his coffee as he walked the dimly lit Philidelphia streets. For the last five years he'd been making this trek nightly, ever since Beatrice had last her battle with cancer. It helped him keep going, despite the loneliness he felt without her; reminded him of why he got out of bed in the morning despite the protests of his aging body. He passed by a diner; closed by now of course. Between the peeling paint and dirt-stained windows, it's age and level of disrepair were apparent. But past the moldering wood and crumbling plaster, the old man saw something else-- a memory. A tired-eyed young man was seated at one of the booths. Across from him was a scrawny, elderly fellow, wearing a well-ironed white shirt. The waitress was the most beautiful thing the young fellow had ever seen. Her name was Beatrice.

Continuing down the road, the old man continued to reminisce. The streets around him were important to him. They were where he'd walked Bea home every night from work. Where he'd taught all seven of their children to drive. Before he'd even realized; he was once again where his life took a turn for the better. A bridge. A small, dainty little thing. Not to mention ugly as sin. It'd been his first design after graduating from his civil engineering courses back so many years ago. He'd just about been ready to jump off the damn thing to his death. Just the thought of it made him chuckle. To give up on life over such a silly little thing? What a fool he'd been back then. If Reverend Stuart hadn't pulled him away from the ledge that day, and treated him to lunch-- it all would've ended there. Donovan smiled at the moon overhead, it'd been nearly 60 years since that life changing day. And in that time he'd built much more than bridges, and skyscrapers; he built a family, a legacy-- a life. One he was truly grateful for.

Donovan yawned as he bundled himself up tight in his jacket and sat down on the sidewalk of the bridge. Was it just him, or was the air a wee bit chillier than usual tonight. Maybe he was just tired. A few minutes of sleep wouldn't bring an end to his nightly stroll, would it?

Abilities:
Physical Conditioning: Peak human
Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.
Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.
Foreman: Because of your past lifes accomplishments, you have been granted the ability to summon your own personal army of construction workers. They take an ethereal appearance and number from 5-20 depending on how many are needed for the job. These people do not tire, do not require rest or breaks and could theoretically stay active 24/7. However, they run on your own personal physical stamina and Magic ability. With proper planning, timing, and personal training, they could finish building a project that would have taken a month, in little over a week or so. All you have to do is give them direction and make sure you have your plans in hand. They are incapable of fighting, and may be disrupted with certain magical skills.
Inventory:
"You'll start with nothing. Sorry, I'm not a weapon smith or weaver...though you do have clothes. Probably~"