HereComesTheSnow

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Have we already come across it, then?

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

What's with these foreigners and their normal names?

This isn't Kamachi at all!!!! Give me a Gorgeouspalace!!!!!

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Kara's a real hottie doncha know

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Well, if that's not the most obvious team-up in the world, I've failed as a writer.

Thermodynamic Duo a go-go.

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Karasawa Shinjiro - Burning Blood

"Fuhgeddabout it."

Name: Shinjiro Karasawa (Western Order)

Nickname/Alias: Kara-han, Grape Juice, The Righteous Delinquent of Noriaki North High, Secretary-san

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'8", and in good shape, Karasawa's appearance is generally dominated by his strangely unfitting purple hair and eyes. When not in school uniform, he tends to dress very casually, favoring simple shirts of solid colors, jeans, and white sneakers, all made out of special materials which are resistant to autoignition.

Biography: A large part of his rough and straightforward nature can likely be traced back to his place of birth, none other than New York, New York. For the first five years of his life, while his father worked a high-end position at a tech company out of the Big Apple, Shinjiro was a rough and tumble son of the closest thing America had to Tokyo, A first-generation Japanese-American in a nice, but still tough neighborhood. Standing out a bit with his asiatic heritage and small smatterings of Japanese mixed into his English (Thanks, mom), Shinjiro quickly found himself at the center of scraps that erupted from bullying. And he found that he took to them like a fish to water. Soon garnering a reputation as not one to be trifled with, up til first grade Shinjiro found himself making fast friends.

Then Dad had to move back home, and little Shinjiro was tossed into Tokyo, and the process started anew. Now brash and headstrong, he quickly made a name for himself by habitually standing up to any sort of bullying or injustice he'd seen, eschewing the guiding principle of "mind your own business" for "that shit ain't right, quit bustin' my balls". Soon enough, just as many tried to make a name for themselves off of him (especially after hearing he'd taken up karate to boot) as found themselves defending their egos against his casual lack of taking shit from anyone he disliked.

One tumultuous year later, and our boy'd found himself living in Academy City, having show great potential as a dormant esper. Living on his own for real for the first time, he admittedly found himself lost in the freedom of it all. These days he is enrolled at the unremarkable Noriaki North High School, where through some unscrutable ploy by his peers, he has been elected as the Student Council Secretary entirely without his permission or understanding until it was too late.

Personality: Seemingly at ease with living purely in the now, it can be said that Shinjiro takes each day anew, not being one much for a grand life plan. Fuhgeddaboutit! Each day presents new challenges anyway, so he really should just go with his gut and what feels right to face them! Always willing to throw himself into whatever piques his interest, his excitability and flexibility belie a wicked streak of stubbornness, an indescribable drive to come out on top. This is only pushed to even further heights when you factor in his complete confidence in his abilities, holding self-belief like none other that at times skirts the boundary towards arrogance. Part wannabe hero of justice, part complete smartass, and all unfiltered, what you see is what you get, and he'll never back down on it!

Esper Power: Burning Blood: Level 3. Whereas most espers externally control the elements, Shinjiro's power comes from within in the form of Burning Blood! Able to naturally control his body temperature by exciting his bloodstream, he uses 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit as a standard, everyday operating setting, but is capable of overclocking it from there! This produces the effect of raising his body temperature to heights of 1000 degrees, hot enough to weaken steel beams on contact!

Skills: Karate, English speaking, various kinds of secretarial work, being fearless to a worrying degree, ball-busting, strong swimmer, very heat-resistant, very cold-resistant, useful space heater, bilingual casual speak, studying in groups and only groups.

Extra: Theme music.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru IntCheck]

I'm eminently lazy, my dudes.

Karasawa Shinjiro - Burning Blood

"Fuhgeddabout it."

Name: Shinjiro Karasawa (Western Order)

Nickname/Alias: Kara-han, Grape Juice, The Righteous Delinquent of Noriaki North High, Secretary-san

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'8", and in good shape, Karasawa's appearance is generally dominated by his strangely unfitting purple hair and eyes. When not in school uniform, he tends to dress very casually, favoring simple shirts of solid colors, jeans, and white sneakers, all made out of special materials which are resistant to autoignition.

Biography: A large part of his rough and straightforward nature can likely be traced back to his place of birth, none other than New York, New York. For the first five years of his life, while his father worked a high-end position at a tech company out of the Big Apple, Shinjiro was a rough and tumble son of the closest thing America had to Tokyo, A first-generation Japanese-American in a nice, but still tough neighborhood. Standing out a bit with his asiatic heritage and small smatterings of Japanese mixed into his English (Thanks, mom), Shinjiro quickly found himself at the center of scraps that erupted from bullying. And he found that he took to them like a fish to water. Soon garnering a reputation as not one to be trifled with, up til first grade Shinjiro found himself making fast friends.

Then Dad had to move back home, and little Shinjiro was tossed into Tokyo, and the process started anew. Now brash and headstrong, he quickly made a name for himself by habitually standing up to any sort of bullying or injustice he'd seen, eschewing the guiding principle of "mind your own business" for "that shit ain't right, quit bustin' my balls". Soon enough, just as many tried to make a name for themselves off of him (especially after hearing he'd taken up karate to boot) as found themselves defending their egos against his casual lack of taking shit from anyone he disliked.

One tumultuous year later, and our boy'd found himself living in Academy City, having show great potential as a dormant esper. Living on his own for real for the first time, he admittedly found himself lost in the freedom of it all. These days he is enrolled at the unremarkable Noriaki North High School, where through some unscrutable ploy by his peers, he has been elected as the Student Council Secretary entirely without his permission or understanding until it was too late.

Personality: Seemingly at ease with living purely in the now, it can be said that Shinjiro takes each day anew, not being one much for planning or fussing over the details. Fuhgeddaboutit! Each day presents new challenges anyway, so he really should just go with his gut and what feels right to face them! Always willing to throw himself into whatever piques his interest, his excitability and flexibility belie a wicked streak of stubbornness, an indescribable drive to come out on top. This is only pushed to even further heights when you factor in his complete confidence in his abilities, holding self-belief like none other that at times skirts the boundary towards arrogance. Part wannabe hero of justice, part complete smartass, and all unfiltered, what you see is what you get, and he'll never back down on it!

Esper Power: Burning Blood: Level 3. Whereas most espers externally control the elements, Shinjiro's power comes from within in the form of Burning Blood! Able to naturally control his body temperature by exciting his bloodstream, he uses 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit as a standard, everyday operating setting, but is capable of overclocking it from there! This produces the effect of raising his body temperature to heights of 1000 degrees, hot enough to weaken steel beams on contact!

Skills: Karate, English speaking, various kinds of secretarial work, being fearless to a worrying degree, ball-busting, strong swimmer, very heat-resistant, very cold-resistant, useful space heater, bilingual casual speak, studying in groups and only groups.

Extra: Theme music.

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oh my god you actually fucking did it

time for kara-han

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy

Sarina Tala Dei – Hallway

The hallways were quite quiet where Sarina was now. Though she did hear some ruckus far down the hall, she wondered what it was while holding a Jasmine Green Milk Tea. Sarina knew most of her team. Sterling, she was alongside with him on caravan defense mission, a shameful failure of a mission. Shuai, an exuberant man she had small-talk with a few times. This Hana though, a newcomer transfer from Vale. Sarina wondered who she was as she was a transfer from Mistral as she walked down the hallways hearing voices of people. And that is when she noticed bodies of girls on the floor, were Shuai, Sterling, and a girl. That girl must be Hana by why was their bodies on the floor. At brisk pace Sarina got up to them, looked at the bodies with bewilderment as she got up to them. They are not dead so that’s good but making a glance to Hana then looking at Shuai “Hey uh…who are these girls on the hallway floor?” She then took a sip of her tea.

OOC: If y'all forgot how Sarina looked heres the anime character I based her looks on (static.zerochan.net/Yagiri.Namie.full…)

@Ayazi

@NarayanK@Crimmy

Sterling Johnson

"Dastardly dames, for sure." came the concurring, matter-of-fact voice of Sterling Johnson. "As we were just explaining to Hana here, they ran afoul of the local masked vigilante peacekeepers."

His eyes, after meeting Sarina's in greeting, wandered up to the ceiling, obviously in something quite like a deep contemplation.

"Whomever they might be."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Plank Sinatra@Lazo@Kaithas@Tominas@Crimson Raven@Krayzikk@Abillioncats@FlitterFaux

"Wait, me?"

In the next minute and a half or so, planning became a bit of a whirlwind, with a good half of the team speaking their mind. I didn't even have ample time to fully vocalize the issues I had with the leadership role being foisted upon me, as everyone spoke their piece in tandem with their introductions.

First was Ferris, who was expressing his disagreement with Ben's planning coupled with a low-effort jab in my direction. Given that it was routed in solid enough reasoning— if I wasn't confident, I could be a potential liability, I bit back my urge to retort for the sake of our team's cohesion. I knew well enough that arguments this early would shatter morale— And I didn't want that kind of blood on my hands.

I only ever want my own blood on my hands, honestly, but these things weren't always up to me.

Fire in the mix.

"With all due respect, you sound as though you try to make up for something."

Oh no...

No matter hgow politely you say it, Blaine, people are going to take umbrage with such a blunt assertion of their projected character!

I appreciate the defense, really, but please think of team unity, too! If we all end up not liking eachother, then—

Oil in the mix.

"Nobody calls Ben 'Cap' except Bastille. Moreover, our captain has decided what role we're all supposed to take,"

No, no, no!

Amy, I get it being your team's thing and all, but there's no need to get on edge over it! At the very least, stay perfectly polite about it like our new big and scary friend, Blaine! Getting on eachother's nerves solves nothing! Our team will self destruct!

I needed to nip this in the bud.

If I was to be vice-captain, whether I liked it or not... I had a responsibility.

"Guys!"

I cut in sternly, gathering most everyone's attention. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, choosing my next words carefully and diplomatically. A far cry from how I usually shoot from the hip and off the cuff, but it was necessary.

For football's sake.

"Let's all keep our heads cool, okay? If we grate on eachother now, we're gonna self destruct on the field, and they're gonna take advantage of that all day. Look, Ferris, here's an idea. Play—"

...Sand in the mix?

"The name I was born with is gone now. I've buried it," said the chameleon, catching my attention and forcing open an eye in doing so. "On the pitch, my name is Sand Vespa."

"—Gyargh"

The next word cut off with a choked noise from somewhere near the center of my throat, as the growingly familiar sight of our Atlesian transplant secret agent was replaced by the slim, lithe, tanned form of the girl who had been taking charge of the opposing team in their huddle, with her long legs, well-maintained core that was taut, firm, and doubtlessly strong through dedicated training, and complete lack of a shirt to conceal her tight sports bra—

No, wait, this was Jericho!

Jericho wearing someone else's skin!

Cut it out, man!

“What am I looking at?” her double, the original, started with a resigned tone, trying to ignore the other eyes looking at them as she confronted our Faker. “Don’t say ‘Sand Vespa’. I know we’re both from Atlas, but this…”

...

In Mistral, do as the Mistralians do.

I'm done.

I'll embrace this madness.

For the team.

"You say that, Sand, but that's exactly what I see." I cut in, folding my arms with a huff and then a small smirk. "Sand Vespa looking at Sand Vespa. Though, in this case..."

Here we are, folks. Peak comedy.

"I guess it'd be Sand Vespa Lynd, eh?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Physical Education

I'm not someone who likes to do things on the fly. Jumping headfirst into an unfamiliar situation, going off of an outdated or an incomplete understanding things... It's asking for trouble. This is something I've known to be eminently, unrepentantly, and mercilessly true for years.

I'm not the kind of guy that just goes with his gut and assumes he knows things, not at all. I like having a clear picture, and like finding it as firsthand as I can, so...

While the team began to plan and trade banter with our opponents, I was forced to direct my quipping towards the task at hand rather than anyone else.

"What on Earth is this ruleset?!"

A circular field, passing with punches or kicks, needing to bounce once every 15 meters or it's travelling—

Disregarding the former two, that one was just basketball!

Add in tackles, bumps, and the distinctions made between them regarding to how the victim must dispossess the ball, and this was getting ridiculously complex to just be picking up at the drop of a hat!

The more I flipped through, back, and even upside down the pamphlet for a laugh, the more the alien interpretations of the already hotly-debated term of "football" began to pile up. I, honestly, would have really just loved it if we could have stuck to one of the more popular two, which I had at least a modicum of familiarity with.

I've never been a particularly athletics-oriented guy, despite my intimate understanding of physical training; the sum total of sports I had any real interest in were, out of necessity, those directly applicable to a huntsman hopeful.

Judo.
Kickboxing.
Wrestling.
A smidge of weightlifting, powerlifting, and track— You know. So I knew what I was doing when I trained.

...Man, Dad didn't even get a proper chance to get me into shooting, huh?

"...Dressing as distractingly as possible is certainly an option."

But, the bottom line I'm getting at is that I'm already not a sporty person, so picking up this intricate mass of new rules that needed their own pamphlet was a big ask...

Then again, judging by the fact that Coach Roy had seen fit to distribute literature regarding how the hell to play this, I supposed our adversaries were stuck with the same predicament.

"How many people do we have who are confident in their kicking accuracy here? My first instinct's to go for the goal posts considering those are worth six points while the behinds are... one, right?"

I glanced over to the other huddle, blinking a couple times at the wild sports bra that had appeared, before refocusing and turning back in once the image had properly burned in.

"Th-Thing is... Ahem. They'll definitely stack their defense up down the midfield to limit our opportunities to score big. We need to know who can kick from far out or weird angles. I've got enough power to get the job done, like anyone else, but I haven't exactly dredged up my soccer skills at all since my second year of High School..."

Not even as part of a club or team, either.

I would probably be more shocked if my shots didn't go wide.