Kamen Evie

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when Nina said she was okay. Their attacks seemed to be working, but the creature also seemed to be charging up some sort of attack. She didn’t like that.

“Do you think we should fall back a bit, maybe?” Rebecca asked, striking up another Lucky Chant just in case.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

I am... figuring stuff out. Fell behind a bit and I'm trying to get through a bunch of schoolwork this week so I won't have as much to do later. Usually by the time I'm done with the daily quota of assignments I've set for myself (like right now) it's kind of up to random chance whether I just game for a little while to cool down or work on one creative RP-y thing before I go to bed. Will try to see where I'm at for working on a post after I finish with my workload tomorrow.

Skybound

Tally

Name: Talon "Tally" Aurora

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Phuvata

Ship role: Engineer

Appearance: The first thing one notices about Tally is that she’s very tall, even among men of her race. The second thing one might notice is that she’s absolutely ripped, though she tends to keep most of her muscles covered under a large gray coat and an old red scarf when she’s not working. Under that, she wears a plain white undershirt and a well-worn pair of blue jeans, a tool never far from her belt. Other than that, her features are rather fair, such as her pale skin and light blonde hair that tend to end up colored by various forms of dirt and grime. Her brown eyes always manage to shine through, though. She’s got an impressive set of large brown horns, which she’s rather proud of.

Personality: Tally, around those she doesn’t know, prefers to project the more intimidating exterior of the gruff, silent type. She’s bigger and stronger than just about everyone she meets and she knows it. She’s someone who likes to think, though, and her interests tend to lean towards more intellectual pursuits. She’s happy to talk to those she likes, maybe even get loud and rowdy when she feels truly comfortable, though if she feels bothered or annoyed by someone she’ll just as easily switch back to glares and single-word sentences.

Background: Tally grew up in Mehrnez, working in factories to support her family pretty much from the second she was physically able. Which was very young; she grew like a weed. It wasn’t too long before she was bigger than all her superiors, which prompted her to start thinking. It was a good way to pass the time.

In her teens, when she got her Pyxis, and people started treating her as something slightly more important than a nice pair of arms, she began thinking even more. There was something distressing about it, working and working in a system that made countless arms for a taiva that was obsessed with wars it never fought, and for what? So she could change her name that she hated? Her body that she hated? And then just keep on working until she died? As soon as she had made those changes, she left to become an Empyrean. It was easier to think on an airship. It stood a better chance of being honest work, too, by Tally’s standards.

With time, she founded it to be a fulfilling calling. A lot of her old skills transferred over nicely, and she was still learning new things every day. It wasn’t long before she felt like a comfortable and experienced engineer, and when she got the chance to work on a ship as renowned as the Fornacis, it only made sense to say yes.

Red Rose

Pyxis strength: The sphere of stasis and entropy; the potential for change

Pyxis Form: A simple, dark red pair of sunglasses.

Pyxis skill list:

-Hold: When in range of a few feet, an object will maintain its current state; an ice cube won’t melt in the heat, a cup of coffee will not grow cold, a sword won’t dull its edge, a sheet of paper won’t dissolve in the water, an overheating machine will not explode, and a dying comrade won’t give out. The effect can be maintained for a long time on simple objects, but on more complex machinery and living people and creatures, the effect is far more taxing and limited, only lasting a few minutes on machinery and under one for a living creature.

-Progress: When used in close proximity, a target will go through natural change and processes at ridiculous speeds. This can include chemical reactions, machine operations, plant growth, healing, or decay. This ability is similarly inefficient when used on complex machines and especially people, requiring a large amount of energy to heal anything more than a small cut.

-Pin: A close target will become effectively frozen in time and space, resuming its earlier velocity and trajectory as soon as the spell ends. This spell is taxing to use on small objects and is very much impossible when it comes to a person or anything larger than one.

-Combust: A powerful spell that creates forces of chaos and entropy so powerful that they result in small, localized explosions. She can either do this to an area that she is touching or to an object she is touching, turning it into a makeshift bomb. She usually prefers to use it to punch extra hard, though.

Skybound

The Giant Girl that Makes all of the Rules

Name: Talon "Tally" Aurora

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Phuvata

Ship role: Engineer

Appearance: The first thing one notices about Tally is that she’s very tall, even among men of her race. The second thing one might notice is that she’s absolutely ripped, though she tends to keep most of her muscles covered under a large gray coat and an old red scarf when she’s not working. Under that, she wears a plain white undershirt and a well-worn pair of blue jeans, a tool never far from her belt. Other than that, her features are rather fair, such as her pale skin and light blonde hair that tend to end up colored by various forms of dirt and grime. Her brown eyes always manage to shine through, though. She’s got an impressive set of large brown horns, which she’s rather proud of.

Personality: Tally, around those she doesn’t know, prefers to project the more intimidating exterior of the gruff, silent type. She’s bigger and stronger than just about everyone she meets and she knows it. She’s someone who likes to think, though, and her interests tend to lean towards more intellectual pursuits. She’s happy to talk to those she likes, maybe even get loud and rowdy when she feels truly comfortable, though if she feels bothered or annoyed by someone she’ll just as easily switch back to glares and single-word sentences.

Background: Tally grew up in Mehrnez, working in factories to support her family pretty much from the second she was physically able. Which was very young; she grew like a weed. It wasn’t too long before she was bigger than all her superiors, which prompted her to start thinking. It was a good way to pass the time.

In her teens, when she got her Pyxis, and people started treating her as something slightly more important than a nice pair of arms, she began thinking even more. There was something distressing about it, working and working in a system that made countless arms for a taiva that was obsessed with wars it never fought, and for what? So she could change her name that she hated? Her body that she hated? And then just keep on working until she died? As soon as she had made those changes, she left to become an Empyrean. It was easier to think on an airship. It stood a better chance of being honest work, too, by Tally’s standards.

With time, she founded it to be a fulfilling calling. A lot of her old skills transferred over nicely, and she was still learning new things every day. It wasn’t long before she felt like a comfortable and experienced engineer, and when she got the chance to work on a ship as renowned as the Fornacis, it only made sense to say yes.

Red Rose

Pyxis strength: The sphere of stasis and entropy; the potential for change

Pyxis Form: A simple, dark red pair of sunglasses.

Pyxis skill list:

-Hold: When in range of a few feet, an object will maintain its current state; an ice cube won’t melt in the heat, a cup of coffee will not grow cold, a sword won’t dull its edge, a sheet of paper won’t dissolve in the water, an overheating machine will not explode, and a dying comrade won’t give out. The effect can be maintained for a long time on simple objects, but on more complex machinery and living people and creatures, the effect is far more taxing and limited, only lasting a few minutes on machinery and under one for a living creature.

-Progress: When used in close proximity, a target will go through natural change and processes at ridiculous speeds. This can include chemical reactions, machine operations, plant growth, healing, or decay. This ability is similarly inefficient when used on complex machines and especially people, requiring a large amount of energy to heal anything more than a small cut.

-Pin: A close target will become effectively frozen in time and space, resuming its earlier velocity and trajectory as soon as the spell ends. This spell is taxing to use on small objects and is very much impossible when it comes to a person or anything larger than one.

-Combust: A powerful spell that creates forces of chaos and entropy so powerful that they result in small, localized explosions. She can either do this to an area that she is touching or to an object she is touching, turning it into a makeshift bomb. She usually prefers to use it to punch extra hard, though.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

A more tech-y pokemon story? Maybe even... cyberpunk?

Lot of interesting stuff you could do with this and directions you could take it, I'm really interested.

Spirit Wielders!

Lucy Selene | Thea Masters

Hider

Lucy tilted her head to the side, somehow perplexed by the question.

"I'm, uh..." She started, her gaze drifting down to the body on the floor before suddenly floating back up again. "I'm Lucy?" She caught on to the fact that the black-haired woman was looking at Lunasa, who had elected not to respond, simply staring back as she flapped in place.

"Oh," Lucy continued, with a bit more energy. "That's Luna... Lunasa, actually." The moth made a weird clicking sound that Lucy decided was one of approval.

"Are you unable to speak, spirit? Are you bound to this human through contract?" Amber asked. Thea tensed in her seat, she had a feeling the moth was a spirit. It was far too large, and she was pretty sure moths didn't hover around people like pets.

"They must be, right?" Thea said. "It's probably the only reason she's still alive. She isn't with those bugs at least, that's clear from her wounds, isn't it?"

"That is not sufficient enough for me to trust them." Amber glared at the moth, then to Lucy. "What do you know about the circumstances outside of this school, of these hostile spirits?"

"Uh, nothing?" Lucy responded, unsure of what these two wanted. She wanted to come up with something a bit snappier, but the words didn't want to come to her.

"I'm afraid Lucy is correct," Lunasa finally said. "I don't know anything about these Spirits either. I was hoping to check outside, before we ran into the two of you." It felt like Lunasa was doing that Spirit telepathy thing, but to everyone else, too? Lucy didn't know she could do that.

Amber closed and opened its hands, they cracked with a sound that was ever so slightly off, "Fine." It produced a syringe seemingly from a pouch it kept strapped to its lower back. "If you wish to stop... Bleeding, then use this, any injection site will work."

Thea looked a bit confused, she'd never seen Amber give a syringe to someone, it had always used them its self.

"Oh, neat," Lucy said, taking the syringe in her hand. "Uh, thanks." She was no stranger to needles, and found the tip quickly drifting above her arm.

"You don't know what's in that, are you sure this is a good idea?" Lunasa asked, floating closer to her Medium.

"It's not like I have that much to lose." Lucy responded. "I think..." She took a deep breath and injected the syringe into her arm.

"So this is like some sort of Spirit magic, right?" Lucy asked. "Is this gonna take a few minutes or-" She stopped speaking as she noticed that the pain she was trying to ignore was quickly fading, and stared in awe as her wounds began to mend themselves. She even began feeling more alert again.

"So that was pretty cool," The Medium said finally. "So you two are, uh, like us, then? A Spirit and a Medium?"

"I'm Thea, this is Amber, and uhm-" Amber stepped in front of her and cut her off.

"This human is bound to me. I will agree to ally with you, however her well being supersedes yours. As for the extent of our abilities, I see no reason to share that information with you." Amber picked the man up as if he were a tote bag and walked into a room in the hall. Thea looked to Lucy.

"I'm sorry about her, she can be a little prickly. She cares though... At least I think she does, she's not the easiest person to read as you can see."

"Luna's basically the same way, honestly." Lucy admitted, making sure not to pay the moth any attention in case she would take it as an invitation to respond. She watched as Amber carried the man around, beginning to realize how odd it was now that she didn't have a giant stab wound to focus on.

"So what's the deal with the guy?" She asked Thea, a raised eyebrow hidden behind her mask.

"I think he's school staff, I didn't really get the chance to ask him anything before he uh, lost consciousness." Thea didn't want to mention Amber choking the poor man out, its first impressions were bad enough. "So you don't know where those bugs came from?" She winced at the mere thought of those things. Where was Amber? It sure was taking its time. "My phone doesn't work and neither does Amber's. I don't know how we're going to get help..."

"We must assess the situation, there is not enough information to create an optimal plan of action." Amber stepped out of the room she went into. Thea looked past her, confused. "Worry not, instead of a locker, I placed him inside of a closet and thoroughly barricaded it."

Thea wanted to protest, but the thought alone was tiring her. "Okay then... we should search the school?" She asked not only Amber but Lucy.

"The origin of these spirits is most likely outside of this building. Otherwise they would already be inside, instead of attempting to break in."

"Yeah," Lucy said with a nod. "I've been looking around a bit, I've only run into more of these little ones. Luna says they're organized."

"Broodlings, yes." Lunasa said, obsessively fluttering back and forth through the hall. "I believe their origin Spirit is somewhere outside. The two of us were just on our way out to look, in fact. If Lucy wasn't so fixated on playing the hero, we probably would have found it by now."

"So that's still the plan then?" Lucy asked. She turned her attention to Thea. "Were you two thinking of leaving, too?"

"Leave? Are you confident in your ability to survive outside?" Amber looked at Lucy with still eyes. "Where did those wounds I had to heal come from? I should let you know that won't work again today."

"Well someone has to do something. If we just wait here we'll be killed eventually." Thea rolled over to a window and looked outside. Cars on the road has stopped. Were they broken as well? "Amber, let's go outside, if things get bad you can fuse with me and I promise I'll run away."

Amber averted it's eyes from Lucy and directed them at Thea. "Your baseless altruistic nature isn't cute, you know that right?" Thea flinched and gripped the armrests of her chair.

"Is that a yes?..." Amber looked back to Lucy.

"Under one condition, these two lead the way. I'm sure the flying one there can assure we are not ambushed?"

"Y-Yeah..." Lucy said. "We can do that. We work better in open spaces anyways." She looked back to Lunasa with a hand extended forwards. The moon Spirit nodded, and gently landed down on her arm before melting into it, the Medium's cloak flaring out into a pair of wings as the two merged.

"Here goes nothing..." Lucy muttered under her breath. She stepped towards the door with her staff at the ready, scanning the area outside. Deciding it was safe to exit at the moment, she shoved the door open with her shoulder, rushing outside into the rain and leaping high up into the air, hopefully out of the reach of any hostile Spirits.

But there was nothing there.

Lucy floated back towards the school and kicked upwards off the roof, seeing if she could spot anything from a higher vantage point, but she found nothing. The invading Spirits had disappeared as quickly as they came; even the storm was beginning to fade.

"Thea? Amber?" Lucy called out, slowly floating towards the earth. "I think it's over..."

"Oh... That's good." Thea took out her pad and began writing. Somehow this felt anticlimatic, as if this was just a calm before the storm. Ah, that was good, she should use that in her story.

Amber crossed its arms as it looked outside. "I gagged that man for nothing." It said. Thea blinked and looked up at it.

"What?"

"I said. I gagged him for nothing. The only reason I needed to stow him away was because he was bound to regain consciousness, so I tied him up and wrapped his shirt around his mouth."

"...Jesus Christ Amber."

_{Collab with @Piercing Light}

Spirit Wielders!

Lucy Selene

Hider

Lucy bit at the edge of her glove as she stared at the lockers lining the wall. Whatever confidence she’d had was quickly lost once she realized that she might have to go back into the cafeteria. And she hated herself for that, but she still couldn’t deal with the possibility of seeing a dead body. She’d just sent Lunasa in to clear the place out. She could still hear the Spirit fluttering about, shooting the occasional laser beam. She hoped she was being careful…

Are you done yet? She finally asked.

”Almost. I’ll take care of these and make another sweep. After that, we should leave.”

Leave?! Lucy looked back towards the door.

”These Spirits are too weak to be of any use to us.” Lunasa answered bluntly. ”It’s simply a waste of our abilities.”

And what about the kids?! Are we just supposed to leave them?!

”As far as I’m concerned, you’ve done enough for them. And you can’t handle doing any more for them. Not like this.”

Lucy didn’t respond. The moth had a point. She really wasn’t holding up. But she’d feel even worse if she left.

”Look, I’ve never heard of an attack like this in a very long time,” Lunasa’s tone softened a bit, perhaps realizing that she might have gone too far. ”This was most likely organized. If we hunt down the source of them, then that helps everyone, right?”

... Yeah, I guess.

”Then let’s at least check outside. There’s definitely some large Spirits out there. I’ll be coming back around, can you open the door for me?

”Sure thing…” Lucy said under her breath. She leaned into the door, pushing it open, and was promptly tackled to the ground. She let out a loud yell.

”Lucy?!” The Spirit’s voice echoed through the Medium’s mind as she struggled with the Swarmling clawing at her leg, making so many disgusting noises as it dug into her. She kicked it away with her other leg, sending it careening into the wall before it promptly jumped right back on top of her chest. Lunasa was saying something to her, but she wasn’t paying attention, putting all her energy into holding the beast back with her arms. A sharp tongue emerged from its underside and stuck Lucy in the shoulder, leaving a bloody hole in her dress. She yelped, and her arm buckled, sending the creature falling towards her, and she was convinced that might have been it until Lunasa appeared behind it, embedding a litany of sickles in its carapace. It promptly faded away, and Lucy slowly rose to her feet, wincing as she attempted to put weight on her arm.

”Are you okay?!” The moth asked, fluttering all around her in an erratic pattern.

”I, uh…” Lucy said through pained breaths, staring at the floor and noticing all the scratches around her leg. ”Not really.”

”Do you think you’re able to fight?”

”It’s probably a stupid idea after what just happened, Lucy started. ”But I think I’ll keep hanging back a bit once we get outside. Maybe try to keep some pressure on this, I don’t know.” She suddenly realized she was speaking out loud again. This Spirit-chatting stuff was hard.

”That works for now.” Lunasa said. Lucy cradled her injured shoulder as she stumbled towards the school entrance. That little bastard waiting for her to open the door like that was a nasty trick. She kept forgetting that these things weren’t just animals…

Wait, was that a wheelchair?

It was weird that this was the first thing that registered to Lucy, but it was. Two women, one in a wheelchair, one carrying a body… There were probably questions to be asked here, but the Medium’s mind was still stuck at “Oh god, I hope I’m not losing too much blood” for that to really register.

”Oh, ummm…” Lucy stammered, her Spirit floating closely behind her. ”Hi?”

---

Hmmmmmmm

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Evie machine almost broke

but I may see if I can push it a little more

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

Stick

Stick

Student of the Arts

Appearance

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Standing at just over 5’10”, Stick projects a rather friendly aura, with soft facial features, a warm smile that never seems to fade, big green eyes, and a messy head of brown hair that falls down to her shoulders. She has a relatively slender frame that she covers up with olive, baggy clothing, which is further covered by a fashionably cut blue poncho made from a tarp taken from an old shipping container. She also carries a bag with her, though whether it’s attached to her back or the long wooden staff she’s never seen without depends on how she’s feeling at the moment.

Personality Traits

• Friendly
• Optimistic
• A little naive
• Eager to learn
• Observant
• Tendency to fixate
• Really likes her stick

Backstory

Some time after the Blast, there emerged a group of nomadic Warriors calling themselves Students of the Arts. Their mission; find, learn, and record every Fighting Art in existence, passing their wisdom down both to their offspring and to a hidden library tucked away from the eyes of any greedy bandits or warlords.

Stick was one of these nomads, having been born into the school and raised on its stories and teachings. She was always a bit of an odd one, having a strange fascination with staves that earned the young Student her name, but she nevertheless showed endless potential and had a shining enthusiasm for learning martial arts. She wanted to leave the nest and strike out on her own by the time she hit her mid-teens. But she had to wait. Warrior or no, the wastes weren’t a place for anyone so young.

Eventually, some time after she turned eighteen, she was finally allowed to strike out on her own, and contribute to the collective knowledge of the Students. Growing up on stories of New Fennec, the countless Warriors there, and legends of the Art that could thwart a nuclear blast, she was eventually drawn there, determined to learn how to do it herself. She wasn’t just going to record an Art, she was going to make history!

Fighting Art: Gakusei no Ken

Drawing from a variety of martial arts techniques from across the world, Gakusei no Ken is the signature Art of the Students, and it is unique among them in that it is almost entirely defensive, utilizing a variety of impregnable stances developed for the purpose of analyzing an opponent’s own fighting style. In its sphere of defense, it’s relatively versatile, able to swap from weaving dodges to fluid parries to solid blocks that enable the practitioner to avoid a variety of attacks in whatever fashion they see fit.

Stick’s own addition to this style is the weapon she was named after; a solid bo staff, just under six feet long and made of reliable oak. It’s a handy tool as well as a dependable weapon, being used for vaulting, deflecting, and blocking. Though it’s far more powerful than it’s simple appearance might indicate, Stick can also attach her survival knife to the end, forming a makeshift spear.

■ A Leaf in the Wind
Stick shifts her stance and mentality to become light on her feet, embodying the wind itself. She stays in motion as often as possible, moving in circles and making graceful twists and dodges to avoid her opponent’s attacks and move around towards their back. It’s her favorite stance, and for good reason.

■ Be Like Water
Stick loosens her entire body, taking the ancient adage to heart. In this stance, she becomes almost entirely reactive, taking blows and moving with them to minimize damage or using short dodges and following up with simple strikes, pulls or grapples to send an opponent to their feet largely through their own force.

■ Tough as a Rock
Stick becomes as rigid as possible, focusing on being as sturdy and immovable as a mountain. She can focus her energy and block anything from strikes to blades to energy beams with astounding feats of strength. This stance uses up a lot of energy, so she only uses it either when she feels she has to or wants to show off.

Weaknesses
Gakusei no Ken’s greatest flaw is that it’s geared entirely towards defense, not offense. Not so much that Stick herself is weak, the Art was simply made for studying, not conquering, only offering various quick pokes and jabs to get the job done. In addition, Stick can’t completely mitigate the damage of attacks she doesn’t dodge, meaning that she can be worn down by anyone who can outlast her.

Trivia/Other Information

While Stick finds her staff to be indispensable in combat, she’s also liable to use it for just about anything else she can come up with, from carrying bags to roasting food.

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

Oroshi

Oroshi

Genesis Rider

Appearance

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Asian-American

At 5’8”, Oroshi is relatively unassuming for a Warrior, covering her head under a large, disclike black hat, her neck and the lower half of her face hidden behind a thick purple scarf, and her body concealed by a large black cloak and robes. Her olive skin and brown eyes are further concealed by her messy jet-black hair, which hangs down to her neck.

Underneath all that, her body from the neck down is almost entirely robotic; a complex network of advanced-looking machinery, electronics, and metallic gray armor plating. It all manages to maintain a sleek, refined silhouette, hiding a variety of weapons and utility systems in such a compact space. In battle, a jet-black visor folds over her face, completing the cyborg ninja look.

Personality Traits

• Melancholy
• Philosophical
• Vindictive
• Strong sense of justice
• Socially awkward
• Puts up a rough exterior

Backstory

Oroshi’s former life can only be recalled in fragments: A quiet breeze blowing throughout a village whose name is always on the tip of her tongue, working a field for a crop that changes every time she thinks about it, watching the sunset with a crush whose face is a blur, training under a master of some kind... Strange little pieces of memories that give her only the vaguest impression of who she used to be. She’d left it all behind somehow; whether she was abducted or left willingly, she couldn’t say.

Her new life began with GENESIS. They rebuilt her body, reprogrammed her mind, made her their special agent for their sinister plans of rebuilding the world in their image. None of her memories from this time were lost to her; it was more like she was viewing it all through a thick haze. She couldn’t refuse their orders, and her sense of morality had been so thoroughly wiped clean that she had trouble seeing any issue with what she was doing. The kidnapping and even murder of innocents barely registered to her.

Until one day, when she suddenly regained control. Her memory and even sense of identity were still shattered, but she had control, and some of those odd little scraps of who she used to be. She couldn’t even form a coherent reason why yet, but she knew what she was doing for GENESIS made her sick. She reached out to an occasional ally of hers, someone simultaneously out of the influence of her captors while also seeming trustworthy: A mercenary that GENESIS had codenamed Samoon. After some planning, they destroyed GENESIS, in a satisfying act of revenge.

In Oroshi’s mind, however, she wasn’t finished. Her conscience still weighed heavily on her, and she decided to dedicate herself to bringing justice to the wastes and helping in any way she could. Her travels brought her to New Fennec, in search of both tyrants to topple and a way to maintain her aging enhancements.

Fighting Art ~Okami no Kiba

An Art that was (allegedly) developed by Ninjas of old, it has since found its way to Oroshi's tribe, where she learned it and later refined it with her cybernetic enhancements. Based on blinding speed and constant movement punctuated by bounding leaps and the occasional flashy death blow, the Art isn't so much constant prodding as it is laying into the opponent hard, from every angle imaginable and more. Staying full of surprises and unleashing the best ones at the most opportune moments. Requiring extreme agility, strength, and a sharp mind, it's an Art more than suited for survival in the wastes.

■ Enhancement 01: Hidden Blades
Oroshi goes for a quick strike to the softest-looking area within reach. The moment her fist makes contact, three knives near her knuckles extend out into her target with extreme force and vanish back into her hand as quickly as they appeared.

■ Enhancement 02: Kyoketsu-shoge
Oroshi deploys an expertly-crafted knife attached to a wire rope embedded in her forearm. The wire extends out up to twelve feet, and has a variety of applications from quick ranged slices to tripping, strangling, grappling, and other forms of binding, or even as a climbing aid. It can also be completely detached from her body, allowing her to use the weight attached to the opposite side of the rope.

■ Enhancement 03: Drop Thrusters
While Oroshi’s technique and cybernetic enhancements give her more than enough agility, her back is equipped with thrusters for the sole purpose of lifting larger opponents: If she manages to get a solid grip on an opponent, she can execute an ancient ninja technique known as the Izuna Drop, jumping high into the air with them and performing a graceful backflip before taking them back down with her in a spinning, thruster-assisted piledriver. Easier to land on aerial foes.

■ Enhancement 04: Iai Blade
Oroshi’s ace in the hole: A pile bunker built into her foot. The foot-long blade can be launched forwards by hydraulics more powerful than anything else in Oroshi’s arsenal, piercing through even the toughest of armor plating. Though best used during a leaping kick, it can also be used like a normal sword, albeit one attached to the leg, and the retractable nature of the blade allows it to be used in a fashion similar to the iaijutsu techniques of legend.

■ Foreign Technique 01: Hurricanrana
A technique passed down to her from a close friend: Oroshi somersaults forwards and locks her legs around her opponent's neck and shifts her weight downwards, sending them tumbling over her head no matter how weighty or sturdy they may be. Despite originating from an Art completely foreign to Okami no Kiba, it fits in nicely with both its style and overall philosophy.

Weaknesses
The guiding philosophy of Okami no Kiba is that a good offense is the best defense; when it comes to actually standing your ground and defending against attacks, it’s got next to nothing. It also relies on being utterly unpredictable, and leaves the practitioner vulnerable should they be psyched out or their movements otherwise predicted.

As for Oroshi herself, her augments grant her ridiculous agility and enhanced strength, but have far less armor plating than the average cyborg, leaving her somewhat fragile.

Trivia/Other Information

Stick

Stick

Student of the Arts

Appearance

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Standing at just over 5’10”, Stick projects a rather friendly aura, with soft facial features, a warm smile that never seems to fade, big green eyes, and a messy head of brown hair that falls down to her shoulders. She has a relatively slender frame that she covers up with olive, baggy clothing, which is further covered by a fashionably cut blue poncho made from a tarp taken from an old shipping container. She also carries a bag with her, though whether it’s attached to her back or the long wooden staff she’s never seen without depends on how she’s feeling at the moment.

Personality Traits

• Friendly
• Optimistic
• A little naive
• Eager to learn
• Observant
• Tendency to fixate
• Really likes her stick

Backstory

Some time after the Blast, there emerged a group of nomadic Warriors calling themselves Students of the Arts. Their mission; find, learn, and record every Fighting Art in existence, passing their wisdom down both to their offspring and to a hidden library tucked away from the eyes of any greedy bandits or warlords.

Stick was one of these nomads, having been born into the school and raised on its stories and teachings. She was always a bit of an odd one, having a strange fascination with staves that earned the young Student her name, but she nevertheless showed endless potential and had a shining enthusiasm for learning martial arts. She wanted to leave the nest and strike out on her own by the time she hit her mid-teens. But she had to wait. Warrior or no, the wastes weren’t a place for anyone so young.

Eventually, some time after she turned eighteen, she was finally allowed to strike out on her own, and contribute to the collective knowledge of the Students. Growing up on stories of New Fennec, the countless Warriors there, and legends of the Art that could thwart a nuclear blast, she was eventually drawn there, determined to learn how to do it herself. She wasn’t just going to record an Art, she was going to make history!

Fighting Art: Gakusei no Ken

Drawing from a variety of martial arts techniques from across the world, Gakusei no Ken is the signature Art of the Students, and it is unique among them in that it is almost entirely defensive, utilizing a variety of impregnable stances developed for the purpose of analyzing an opponent’s own fighting style. In its sphere of defense, it’s relatively versatile, able to swap from weaving dodges to fluid parries to solid blocks that enable the practitioner to avoid a variety of attacks in whatever fashion they see fit.

Stick’s own addition to this style is the weapon she was named after; a solid bo staff, just under six feet long and made of reliable oak. It’s a handy tool as well as a dependable weapon, being used for vaulting, deflecting, and blocking. Though it’s far more powerful than it’s simple appearance might indicate, Stick can also attach her survival knife to the end, forming a makeshift spear.

■ A Leaf in the Wind
Stick shifts her stance and mentality to become light on her feet, embodying the wind itself. She stays in motion as often as possible, moving in circles and making graceful twists and dodges to avoid her opponent’s attacks and move around towards their back. It’s her favorite stance, and for good reason.

■ Be Like Water
Stick loosens her entire body, taking the ancient adage to heart. In this stance, she becomes almost entirely reactive, taking blows and moving with them to minimize damage or using short dodges and following up with simple strikes, pulls or grapples to send an opponent to their feet largely through their own force.

■ Tough as a Rock
Stick becomes as rigid as possible, focusing on being as sturdy and immovable as a mountain. She can focus her energy and block anything from strikes to blades to energy beams with astounding feats of strength. This stance uses up a lot of energy, so she only uses it either when she feels she has to or wants to show off.

Weaknesses
Gakusei no Ken’s greatest flaw is that it’s geared entirely towards defense, not offense. Not so much that Stick herself is weak, the Art was simply made for studying, not conquering, only offering various quick pokes and jabs to get the job done. In addition, Stick can’t completely mitigate the damage of attacks she doesn’t dodge, meaning that she can be worn down by anyone who can outlast her.

Trivia/Other Information

While Stick finds her staff to be indispensable in combat, she’s also liable to use it for just about anything else she can come up with, from carrying bags to roasting food.