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My 'Hero' Academia - Devil's Due

Working on a CS right now.

My 'Hero' Academia - Devil's Due - A Villains oriented Roleplay

This looks interesting.

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

@Zeroth

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The time in the cave, about a week, had given Tom time to rename himself. In a fantasy world like this Tom just didn’t feel right. Israï felt a lot more awesome. When he first woke up, the cave was completely foreign to him. Now it was a bit more familiar. As he observed what the creatures were doing. The goblins looked rather menacing in a group so he stayed clear from the bonfire. For now he had no reason to leave the place, so he didn’t fly too far towards the exist. That left him the pool and the rather blue looking crystals which the goblins gathered. Deep within though, the little wisp knew he wasn’t just a little ball of gas. No, he could project his power in some sort of way.

The week gave him some time to come to term with a few things. Back home he was normal. Tom wouldn’t have hurt a fly and how did that lifestyle repay him? Well, he died apparently. But aside from that it wasn’t all that advantageous now that he looked back on it. Constantly being nice just earned him a seat at a boring table. Out here he didn’t have any colleagues or acquittances. He was on his own which meant he didn’t have to care about anything. So eventually he decided to do something less nice: to kill something. But what? Trying to kill a goblin would bite him in the ass for sure. A slime? No, what useful things would a blob of gel leave him? A wisp was out of the question. It just felt weird to kill something that’s basically you. The only thing left to him was a pixie. So that’s what he did for most of the time now: observing pixies.

Until now, with the commotion around the bonfire, he thought it prime time to see what he could do. Suddenly his little wisp form flared up from upon a rock and went for a random pixie flying near a cave wall. At first he projected his power, attempting to push the little pixie against the wall (Use: Minor Force I). It was more a move to pin down the little flying thing, but he welcomed any damage it would do upon the frail little thing. After that he tried to project his very essence. An orb, blue in color though, flew forth from his gaseous form, ready to hit the little pixie (Use: Mana Orb I).

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

Israï

Name: Tom Hedgeworth, though he refers to himself now as Israï

Gender: Male

Species: Wisp

Appearance: Many wisps often chose vibrant colors. Sometimes aligning with the color of an element. This is not the case with Israï. He is a wisp of dark red and black. An obscuring creature mostly home in shade and midnight darkness. For the rest he is nothing more than a homogeonous, rippling blob of a certain, seemingly liquid as his core. With a more gasious 'shell' around it.

Goals: To gather power and gain superiority, maybe even apotheosis. Israï is happy he is given the chance to be more than used to be and will follow the Demon King's command. But he can chose, he will always take the path that gives him the most magical power or dominion.

Past Life: There is nothing, absolutely nothing that would set Tom apart from any western kid. Born from two, upper-middle-class parents, he lived his early life in books and on the internet gaming. He was a full-blown nerd with glasses and a lack of social skills. Tom studied computer science and went to work with an average IT company. Though Tom's life was incredibly boring, his interests were not. At night he read in books about occult rituals. During his holidays he traveled to see musea of obscure myths or odd locations. He never really got a hold of anything truly magical. But it never stopped him. He wanted something that would pull his life from the dull routine. Something that would make him feel like the mightest person on earth and give him command over others. The result: an accident at 32 years old. A truck couldn't break in time and passed a red light. Tom died on the spot.

Abilities:
- Mana Orb I - Send forth a magical orb to damage enemies
- Lesser Force I - Use minor telekinesis to project force upon a certain object
- Levitation - Float a few inches off the ground.

- Extra MP - You have extra magical energy buzzing in your body. (currently enough to cast one extra lesser spell) - Gained through the study of the occult in his previous life.

Transformations:
Wisp

Inventory: Empty

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

Israï

Name: Tom Hedgeworth, though he refers to himself now as Israï

Gender: Male

Species: Wisp

Appearance: Many wisps often chose vibrant colors. Sometimes aligning with the color of an element. This is not the case with Israï. He is a wisp of dark red and black. An obscuring creature mostly home in shade and midnight darkness. For the rest he is nothing more than a homogeonous, rippling blob of a certain, seemingly liquid as his core. With a more gasious 'shell' around it.

Goals: To gather power and gain superiority, maybe even apotheosis. Israï is happy he is given the chance to be more than used to be and will follow the Demon King's command. But he can chose, he will always take the path that gives him the most magical power or dominion.

Past Life: There is nothing, absolutely nothing that would set Tom apart from any western kid. Born from two, upper-middle-class parents, he lived his early life in books and on the internet gaming. He was a full-blown nerd with glasses and a lack of social skills. Tom studied computer science and went to work with an average IT company. Though Tom's life was incredibly boring, his interests were not. At night he read in books about occult rituals. During his holidays he traveled to see musea of obscure myths or odd locations. He never really got a hold of anything truly magical. But it never stopped him. He wanted something that would pull his life from the dull routine. Something that would make him feel like the mightest person on earth and give him command over others. The result: an accident at 32 years old. A truck couldn't break in time and passed a red light. Tom died on the spot.

Abilities:
- Mana Orb I - Send forth a magical orb to damage enemies
- Lesser Force I - Use minor telekinesis to project force upon a certain object
- Levitation - Float a few inches off the ground.

Transformations:
Wisp

Inventory: Empty

From Stardust, to Stardust: The Return(Sci-Fi Fantasy)(Always Accepting)

I'm probably joining with some theocratic empire based off space magic. I'm contemplating on making them pacifists or crusaders.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Keregar

Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00

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The lustful fire in Kieran’s eyes did not subside. In fact, it flared up a little as he licked his lips. “A clever one, are you not?” He said rather teasingly as he pulled the knife. It had cut the fabric to the lowest point of her stomach. Almost too low. Almost. He let the knife play in between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Xaelia. He turned his face towards Varzar, who sat with his back towards his older brother. Kieran heard what his brother said about him and faked a hurt look. Then he looked at Nadia “You think she’s as clever? No, I don’t think so. Look how my little brother holds her hands. The clever ones don’t do that. I bet you wouldn’t do that.” He whispered. His gaze went back to Xaelia. He let his eyes follow the cut he made in the dress and once again licked his lips. He was getting hungry. Once again he put a hand on her lower back. Though he didn’t keep it there. The hand went lower and lower until he had the right curve. He never pulled her close though. Instead, he then let a finger trailer through the cut he made in the fabric. “Hush now. Not a word and not move wrong.” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “Do you like exploring? I heard you talk about your homeland so I bet you do. You must’ve seen many places the bright sun touches. Though I am much more interested in what the sun doesn’t touch.”

Nadia asked her questions right when Kieran pulled back the little knife. “My… brothers live there too. You’ve already seen the twins. Then there is Kieran. He came with us so he should be around. But you have to look out for him. Then there is Bregrek. He never leaves his furnace so he didn’t come along. Then there is Karog and Drugal. My oldest and second oldest brother. Though they don’t live in Kereg-Kor anymore.” He explained to Nadia, never realizing or hearing what was happening behind him. “Kereg-Kor is… different.” He tried to explain. The little child knew fully well Kereg-Kor paled in beauty compared to Gemmenia. Or at least from the description of it. The trees were ugly and gnarled. The grass and moss a deep shade of green from all the blood that had been spilled on it. Not anymore though. According to his brothers the walls were once chiseled straight and true. Centuries of rain, snow and wind have weathered the black rock walls. “Then there are the other Gems. They’ve made their room pretty. Like you described home. Auntie Kyr makes sure everyone feels happy there.” He then quickly added. The room for the Gems was a diamond covered by black stone. A room made in the likeness of Gemminia itself. “There are woods… But I wouldn’t go there. Not without anyone with you. There are beasts there.” And also animals, he added in his mind. “You could live there with us. I’m sure of it!” He said with slightly faked enthusiasm. He didn’t want her to cry again. But the truth was that it was still a place deep in Drakka. A place Gems did not survive long. He had three mothers already, loved two of them but also killed one. “Yeah… you could live there.”

A loud explosion, one harder than thunder broke the concentration of both brothers in the room. They looked up from where the bang came with knowing eyes. The same thought rushed through both of their minds. The twins actually tried it. But Varzar then realized another thing. Kieran’s finger was not in a nice place. Furious like only the blood Keregar could be, he shot up and pulled him away from Xaelia. “Don’t you touch her!” he yelled.

Kieran never expected to be pulled backwards. The bigger, older Drakkan fell over backwards into the floor. Though he spared no time getting back up. Varzar put himself between Xaelia and his brother. Looking up but straight into Kieran’s eyes with a defiant stare. Tensions were rising as Kieran kept toying the knife in between his fingers behind his back. No words were said, until the door from the outside was slammed open. A flash of lightning illuminated the figure. Keregar, but something was off. As he walked in the fire light inside, his armor cracked a little more. More pieces dropped until finally his breastplate could not hold it together anymore. It broke free and fell down all around him. For a moment he looked behind him. At the back of his armor that feel. The damage was substantial. With the armor, he would have been terribly hurt. But by looking behind him, he showed his own back to the room. It was filled with ragged flesh, pale scars of lashes covered almost every inch of it. Several scars ran far, far deeper than any whip could ever inflict. He turned back to the room and looked at both the brothers. It was clear they were facing off. A small smile formed on his lips. Maybe the runt of the litter was finally showing his teeth. “I have business to attend to. Do not make me be interrupted.” He stated with a voice of stone, before he vanished into some other room. Then the twins dragged themselves inside. Covered by mud mixed with blood from the several wounds on their arms and back. Herstvich was stumbling, kept up by his brother. Though the moment he came in, he saw Kieran toying with his knife. Hitvich, almost instinctively knew why his brother suddenly got so angry again. He let him down carefully and then stomped over to Kieran, snatched the knife from his hand and pushed the tip below his chin. Forcing the Drakkan to look upwards if he didn’t want to be stabbed. “You touch this again, and I’ll flay your arm.” He said it with such cold malice. As if he would truly do it. Hitvich returned to his twin and both walked out of the room.

Kieran let out a deep sigh when both Keregar and the twins were out of sight. Though he still had Varzar, standing defiantly between him and his little game. “I hope you’re not a deep sleeper. I’d hate it if you’d miss my little visit tonight.” He said rather teasingly before he too vanished. Varzar kept his eyes on him right until he vanished through some door. Then he turned to Xaelia as he asked: “Are you alright?” When he saw her dress was cut, he turned his eyes away and grew a little red. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to…”

“Varzar.” Even without rage fueling it, Keregar’s voice was a force in of itself. He looked up immediately. “The Gems are tired. Lead them to their chambers.” The Warlord stated. It was his gift to the brides. One more night of peace.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure [STEAMPUNK, SCI-FI, HIGH FANTASY}

This sounds interesting. Definitely going for something Magitech.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Keregar

Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: Xaelia_@Ellion and Nadia_@Vesuvius00

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Hitvich stood ready for his unarmed father with Warhammer in hand. One blow would be enough to break bones. But to do that, he’d have to hit his father. The rain turned the ground to soft mud filled with traitorous gravel. About 15 feet away Keregar stood. The silence was taunting the first twin. He charged, forgetting his brother behind him in a bid to finish it quickly. Or try at least. Keregar watched as his child charged. Foolish.

Hitvich jumped high up, lifting his hammer overhead.
Keregar made a small sidestep.
The hammer landed next to him.
He slammed an elbow into Hitvich.
The first twin fell into the mud.

Herstvich looked on from a distance. His brother was barely moving now. He saw him wincing in pain. From the twins, Herstvich favored a calculated approach more. He moved sideways and his father followed suit. Like two starved predators they kept their eyes on each other as they moved in circles. Herstvich kept his weapons, two war axes, up. The tension was ramping up. Both Drakkans were waiting for the other to move.

Herstvich moved first, throwing his one axe as a diversion.
Keregar dodged but took his eyes off Herstvich.
Herstvich dashed forward.
A few feet before he reached his father he dropped into a slide.
The mud did nothing to break his momentum.

Keregar didn’t even have to look. He knew his sons well enough. Herstvich always went for the low blow if he could. He grabbed the boy by the throat before he could finish the slide. Now, like some animal caught, he was squirming. In shock he had dropped his other axe. Though Hitvich had just risen. Mud mixed with blood painted his face as he swung his hammer once more. Though Keregar caught it mid-swing. “Is this what my blood has to offer?” The old Drakkan said. He slammed Herstvich into the handle. Shattering the wood and breaking the weapon. He then threw one twin against the other. Sending both sliding through the mud.

Both twins got up. Their weapons were gone and their father hadn’t even drawn his yet. One look at each other and they knew what they had to do. Both began to slam into the ground below. The mud flung away, revealing the solid earth below. With every hit, small cracks formed below Keregar. The cracks grew and grew. Jagged rocks began to spout sideways from the cracks. The Warlord was sinking into the ground. A crown of rocks surrounded him. Herstvich stopped pounding. Instead, he reached to the water from the rain. Pushing them together and cooling them down. Steam burst forth from the crater crowned by jagged rocks. As the rocks of ice fell from the heavens, more and more steam flew up from the crater. Until Herstvich, using as much power as he could, pushed all the rain in the air together, froze as much of it as he could and threw it into the crater.

Steam exploded from the crater. Both twins collapsed onto their knees in the mud. Exhausted from the pull of their magic. “You think the explosion got him?” Herstvich asked. “I think it hurt him.” Was the answer he got from his brother.

Steam continued to rise from with the crown of jagged rocks. Shrouding the crater in a fog. For several counts, it was completely quiet. Save for the rain still falling down. It would appear even thunder was waiting for something to happen. From within the fog, a faint red glow appeared. One that grew brighter more and more. Forming the shape of armor. A few rocks jutting out shattered as if they were hit by twenty hammers at once. Making an opening from the crater. Out from the fog marched Keregar. His metal armor glowing red-hot. The drops of rain that fell on it evaporated immediately. Though the metal was not in one piece. Hot shards of metal kept falling off. He looked at his sons. Bleeding and exhausted in the mud. Their weapons shattered or scattered. Then he looked behind him. To the crater crowned by stone, filled with steam. “You did well.”

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Varzar listened attentively at Xaelia as she told him about the many areas of Gemmenia. To him it sounded like a green, beautiful paradise. A place of true wonder and beauty. Xaelia’s stories only confirmed those ideas. As she spoke of evergreen trees and large, blankets of pure, white snow he almost wanted to go then and there. He was hanging on every word she said. Then Nadia spoke. A warmth grew in the young Drakkan. She described something else entirely. Not greatness, not really. But a comfy place. A sort of place with a house and hearth. A simple life. One where you just worked the land and lived your life.

But then she began to cry. Varzar, at the sight of her tears, felt like he suddenly woke up. For a moment he was surprised. But then he realized what was happening. She missed home. Quickly he grabbed one of the few chairs still in one piece and placed it behind Nadia, letting her sit down. He also took off his own leather jacket and placed it over Nadia’s shoulders. After which he kneeled down before her and took her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I asked.” He softly said. “It’s okay. I’m sorry you’re… here.” He kept silent for a moment. “Maybe… maybe someday you can show me your home.” He didn’t know what he was saying. That was for sure. He was far too young to fully understand what it meant. But he wasn’t a kid entirely. He might not know the full picture, but in his eyes you could see that he knew what he said was a big, grave thing.

The moment couldn’t go on forever though. As another Drakkan, slender and lean appeared behind Xaelia. With a flick of his hand he took the blade she kept behind her and swirled around her. Keeping one hand on her lower back as he pulled her close to him. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he said, as he softly pushed the blade against the middle of the bare part of her chest and let It slowly trail downwards. Making sure he didn’t cut her. “You must be a feisty one.” He continued as he turned his head to whisper, close, into her ear. “Hiding a knife like that. Imagine what father would say about that.” The trailing knife reached fabric. Though it did not dissuade the Drakkan. In fact, he pushed a little harder down and began to cut the dress. Slowly. “But what if I didn’t say a thing?” he said, with his hot breath on her neck. He planted a small kiss there too before he pulled his face back to look her into the eyes. “Maybe, as a little reward I could get a better taste of you?” he said with a sly smile.

Forgotten Lands, The Great Nations

I'd like to throw in my lot as Co-GM if needed for the new iteration. Maybe GM if Dinh doesn't want the post.