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Jav

| {Full Name} |

J-αV — Justicar Alpha Five

| {Age} |

31

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Jav, at least in appearance, is a case study in enforced conformity. With her appearance magically forced to match, she looks almost exactly like every other female Justicar. She has the same height (a tall woman, about 5'11"), the same moderate figure (quite slender, and certainly not buxom), the same wavy pale golden-blonde hair down to her upper back, the same searing blue eyes that look almost unfocused. As a member of he first generation of Justicars, her skin is scarred from years of duty as a guard, but that's all that really sets her apart from her 'sisters' in appearance. As befits the tremendous amount of magic and Astral energy that was pumped into her as a child, her eyes and nails glow with a bright blue light. Her lips as well, and the entire inside of her mouth. The veins and arteries beneath her neck, elbows, wrists and thighs also glow, though less brightly, more muted. Finally, when she bleeds—though her blood is the same red as any other human's—the exposed flesh carries that ubiquitous blue glow.

But as identical as she is to the other Justicars, there's a marked difference between them. Not in how she looks, exactly, but in how she carries herself. While most Justicars walk almost robotically, with perfectly even stride and backs held ramrod straight, Jav is much more natural. Rather, she's held at a constant curiosity, eyes always roving to make sure she knows what's around her at all times. Her face is displayed proudly, haunting eyes and luminescent mouth no longer always hidden behind a blank, faceless mask. It all comes together to paint a picture of who and what she is: a shattered, divergent fragment of a once perfect unity, trying to make her own way in a world that she doesn't yet understand, but is very excited to learn about.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Jav doesn't have much, given that she only became her own person a couple days ago. Most of her equipment is Justicar issue. Principal among it is her armor, plates of golden metal worn over a skintight blue bodysuit. And alongside it is her weapon, one that she's had for long enough that it's really more like a partner now. A long handle of the same metal as her armor and wrapped in fine azure cloth projects into a massive seven-foot-long blade of blazing blue energy a foot across. As long as she's using it, at least; it's magically locked to her. For anybody else, it's a lump of useless inert metal. To complete the picture, she carries her Justicar's mask on her waist. A featureless cover of golden metal, the blue flow of magic around the edges powers an enchantment that lets her see through the metal as though it were air. She does her best not to wear it. It's more of a...reminder than anything else now.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Jav has been trained as a combatant for over two decades now. She is very skilled in martial combat, using her magical sword to great effect. She also has a decent chunk of knowledge on maneuvering through the Astral, as long as she has to equipment to do it. And finally, she's patient. She can stay in one place, unmoving, for hours at a time.

| {Magical/Psionic Abilities} |

Despite having magic infused into her to the point of glowing since childhood, Jav doesn't actually have any major magical abilities. They make her slightly stronger and faster, but nothing superhuman. Most of the magic that she runs with is an inoculation against the Astral sea. That's her main magical 'ability:' most people can't can't withstand the chaotic energies of the Astral for even a moment, but the cocktail of Astral and mundane magics within Jav gives her that ability. Not only that, but limited exposure to Astral energy is actually beneficial; the more she's exposed to, the less she needs to eat and sleep.

| {Limitations} |

For a warrior of two decades, Jav is surprisingly naive. She doesn't really know how the world works, since she's never really been a proper part of it. Also because of her unusual upbringing, she has very few applicable skills other than combat. She is a very skilled fighter, but that's about it. She also has a very unique weakness, given her bizarre semi-Astral biology, in anti-Astral weapons and technology.

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| {Personality} |

Jav is a bit of a weird woman.

Because of the years she spent as a brainwashed Justicar, she hasn't seen much of the world. She's seen the inside of Astral ships, she's seen ports very briefly. But that's just about it. So the greatest cardinal point of her personality is that she wants to see things. She wants to explore all of the fragments there are, to make up for the decades that she lost under the thumb of Doctor Teagan. And she wants to do it on her own terms; despite her usual manner, she is fiercely protective of her newfound freedom. The fastest way for sure to get on her bad side is to even allude to threatening that precious new thing that she's discovered.

Equally weird is how she interacts with people. A great majority of the people who see her do end up a bit intimidated. After all, she is a tall and somewhat imposing individual, and she glows in a number of places where most people do not typically glow. But she's actually a very soft-spoken individual who doesn't tend to talk too much. When she does speak, she is polite and mild-mannered, and perhaps even too conciliatory. If a problem can at all be solved without violence, then isn't it better that it is? So goes her logic much of the time. However, if she's pushed—if someone threatens to take away her freedom, for instance—then she is still a very skilled individual capable of great feats of martial prowess. Her fights are short and brutal; if she's been pushed to the point of violence, she has no patience for theatrical frippery. She does her best not to kill, preferring instead to knock people out or subdue them through other means. But if the situation truly calls for it, then she'll do what she must.

| {Background} |

The first thing that she can remember seeing is Doctor Teagan's face.

"Another success. Wonderful."

Her head was swimming. She was confused. She felt like she was wading through a sea of molasses. And for some reason, it seemed like she was strapped down. Then Doctor Teagan leaned down and spoke. And when she did, it was a statement that tore through through that distortion, that confusion, that strange alien feeling like a hot knife, asserting itself as a perfect and inviolable truth at the center of her world:

"You are Justicar Alpha Five. You live and die to serve. Repeat."

And, almost dreamily, she heard in a voice she did not recognize, but somehow knew was hers: "I am Justicar Alpha Five. I live and die to serve."

"Repeat."

"I am Justicar Alpha Five. I live and die to serve."

"Repeat."

"I am Justicar Alpha Five. I live and die to serve."

"Repeat."

"I am Justicar Alpha Five. I live and die to serve."

"Good. Fantastic."

After that, everything was a bit of a blur for Justicar Alpha Five. She served well, and instinctually, she fell into the perfect mold of the Justicar. Never deny commands. Never question orders. Never shy from duty. You live and die to serve. She wasn't sure how many years passed like that, really; time seemed to have little meaning for her, and that strange dreamy complacence was omnipresent and all-consuming. She was not a person. She was a tool. She was a Justicar. Justicar Alpha Five. Why worry about time? Why worry about anything but accomplishing her duty?

That all changed on one trip across the Astral, where she discovered a stowaway in the hold. A girl that couldn't have been more than eight years old. And, as was her duty—I live and die to serve—she fully intended to execute her on sight. But...something about this girl made her, for the first time, pause and question an order. She looked...almost familiar, somehow. Real, in a way that it suddenly felt like nothing else was. And she blinked away a fog from in front of her eyes. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Why did she deserve to die? She wasn't hurting anyone. She looked down at herself. What year was it? How long had she been here? Where did she come from? What was she? Who was she?

That same dreamy voice within her spoke: I am Justicar Alpha Five. I live and die to serve. And it was so calming, so alluring to listen to. But it was wrong. What was her—

She stopped in horror as the first truly clearheaded thought she could ever remember having bolted through her, just like Doctor Teagan's words had all those years ago:

I don't have a name.

All she knew was her designation: Justicar Alpha Five. How had she seen it written out before...? Justicar Alpha Five: J-αV.

J-αV. JαV. Jαv.

Jav. She would be Jav.

The stowaway went undiscovered. She even occasionally got some extra food from a Justicar of all people, and was very scared and confused.

On their next stop—the fragment Micarea—Jav left behind her wings. Too bulky, too noticeable. When the time came, she slipped out. And as soon as she was out of sight, she tore the mask off her face in public for the first time, and looked on the world with unobstructed eyes. Nameless no longer. Faceless no longer.

She looked up at the great leaves of Yggdrasil hanging above her, and she smiled. She had a name. She had a face. And there was so much out there to see.

| {Place of Origin} |

Unknown.

| {Other} |

Anything you feel doesn't fit in the other categories goes here, kthanks.

The Shattered Realms

@Dead Cruiser

So far my character is an Aether-Ship guard, basically, born and raised. So if your character has spent any time in one, they could have interacted at one point.

(There's a lot going on with my character thus far, let me know if you're interested in pursuing something like that and I can go into detail)

The Shattered Realms

C'mon Gowi, you know I can't resist loading myself down with games!

The Shattered Realms

Oh hell yes I am NOT missing this one. Sign me right up!

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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At the edge of Quinnlash's vision, the ogre crumpled into itself with one last roar, dissolving into rancid nothingness as her cannon burned it away, scattering whatever remained of it to the wind and rain.

Near the walls, Ice Queen piloted down the smoldering remnants of a Void roc’s carcass as it crumbled.

The last echo of thunder from the retreating storm rumbled in the distance.

Outside the walls, the Void's screaming grew louder.

She closed her eye and enjoyed the noise, desperately savoring the cacophony; a gorgeous symphony of explosions and screaming. Really, what could be better? What better way was there to spend her new life?

When she opened her eye again, the boiling gray clouds overhead had exhausted themselves. The final trickles of rain dripped down from the archway where she was standing, one or two more drops making its way into the soggy mess that was now her hair, braid long undone and the strands lying sopping wet over her shoulders and back. She spat a strand out in irritation, but grinned all the same. They’d made it through with…well, not a minimum of casualties—Zecimia had been a Hunter for a very long time now, and she frankly had no idea how many humans had met their ends at the ravening maws of the Void.

But she was fine. And in the end, wasn’t that what was important?

From below came a new sound, and she looked down. Far below her, she could see the heaving mass of sickening flesh that was now consuming Voidlings whole. She rolled her eye. "Fuckin’ drama queen." But Freakshow's little performance wasn’t what was making the sound. No, that was the army of skittering Void spider-things that were rapidly swarming up the walls. And, if her ears were right as usual, they were starting to climb up the forever-echoing elevator shaft as well. The smile grew wider. This was gonna be fun!

She leapt from the arched window into a quick, graceful half-turn. Or it would have been graceful, if her mop of hair hadn’t whirled around and slapped her in the face, sending her stumbling. She growled deep in her throat, hating how embarrassing it was. So in lieu of any further acrobatics, she rent her soul again, replacing the soulflame in the window where she’d just been standing. All four windows were filled now with roaring fire now. There was absolutely no way a Voidling could ever punch through. Her growl turned into a deep and protracted groan of pain, which in turn transformed into guttural words to Galiel and his cohort of imbeciles.

"Heads up. There’s about to be a lot of screaming from the windows, and you’re gonna hear more screaming and several explosions from the elevator shaft. You're safe, you'll be fine. Those fires can't burn out, and I'll be below. Don’t you dare lose focus. Rain stopped, we’re almost through this mess. Don’t fuck it up now."

Down the gaping hole in the center, she watched as the gray walls were slowly encroached with black, skittering shapes. And though they shied away from the light of the Emberstone, they wouldn’t shy away enough. She reloaded, and her pained smile grew wider and sharper. This was what she lived for.

Then, with a low chuckle, she toppled over the edge.

As she plummeted, she twisted in the air with jets of flame until she was falling legs-down. Her cannon began its low roar. Not a high charge for sure, and she certainly didn’t have a lot left in her. But the fragments that she’d torn away before were beginning to become whole again, and the flame that was her ember was burning brighter. She took aim at the leading edge of the swarm—where the fuck were they all coming from, anyway?—and her chuckle became an unhinged laugh as the flower bloomed once more. The flash of firelight lit the inside just as the lightning had Uhladein, and in the confined space, the sound of the cannon was the roll of thunder.

She let the blast carry her a ways back up the shaft, reloading as she went, and slowed her fall with a steady stream of flames. Still, by the time the thunder in Undying Light was ready again, she’d drawn level with the rapidly escalating spider-things. Another blast, another flash of lightning, another roar of thunder. This time she went straight to the other wall, striking it just as the spiders reached her. She reloaded again and kicked off the wall, forcing a jet of flame out from her foot as she did. It rolled down the tower, melting shrieking, chittering things into putrid nothing as it went. With the force from the kick she bounced back to the center of the tower, just above the encroaching black. Her smile winked out, her lips went tight. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't just keep doing this. She had something important to protect. This could no longer be fun.

Time. She needed more time. She needed her cannon to charge. Her eye flicked back up the shaft. The Void was only about fifty feet down now from the Hearthfire now, and less every second. They were so much faster than she’d thought.

Time. She had no time. By the time Undying Light was ready, the pyromancers above would be slaughtered. She hated this. She hated all of this. But she wouldn't leave them, obviously. She couldn't. Because—

The flicker of a familiar voice began to ring in her ears—

You are a pyromancer. Pyromancers like us are the final line, and have the final say. You must not shirk in your duty. You must not leave the fire. And you must not abandon your comrades.

Before she'd realized, she'd put Undying Light on her back—

You are a pyromancer. Pyromancers like us are the final line. You must not abandon your comrades.

Every muscle tensed—

You are a pyromancer.

Her whole body shook—

You are a pyromancer.

Her ember surged—The volcano erupted—

YOU ARE THE FINAL LINE.

Her eye snapped wide—ignited and incandesced within her skull—felt like it was bubbling—

And with a raw, untempered scream of agony, rage, and desperate fear—

She tapped into her inner flame—

And let the power flow.

Blazing arcs of fire roared out of her hands and she halted in the air, suspended by her own withering heat. Her untied hair flew upwards in the sudden dry wind and whipped around her head like a great ashen crown.

The lightning came, and refused to fade.

The thunder rolled forever.

The tower was bathed with a fierce and wild light as she scoured the walls around her, turning any Voidlings the blaze so much as neared into a snowfall of ash and cinders. A distant part of her was frustrated that her soul was so splintered, or else she could have done so much more _{mama would be disappointed in me.} But the rest of her mind blazed with its own flame as memories tore through it, fragmented memories that she’d buried so very deep within.

After what felt like hours but must have only been a minute or so, the lightning ebbed, and the thunder went quiet. Her embersoul raged within her entire body, the sudden and massive use of pyromancy stoking the furnace until she was sure her skin would split and she would bleed lava. The light went out of her, and she began to fall. The swarm was still coming, but she’d pushed it back enough. The pyromancers would be able to light the Hearth before they could climb to the top again. Gritting her teeth to stop another scream from tearing her throat as pain wracked her failing body, she ripped Undying Light from her back. It quaked against her, and she could feel and smell the hot metal cooking the skin and flesh of her trembling hands. She gave vent to one last roar, and one last time, the lightning flashed.

With no flame left within her to correct her course, she blasted out of the great shaft trailing fire, smoke, and ash, and slammed into the unforgiving stone wall twenty feet off the ground. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, hacking and wheezing. Her ember flared even hotter as it began to fix her blackened, battered form. She was pretty sure she was crying. Memories splintered into fractals in her mind as she desperately tried to blot them out the only way she knew how. Pulling herself to her hands and knees, she groaned through her teeth, wiped the burned charcoal stain of what was once blood from her face, and spat furiously at the pyromancers as the crystal began to glow brighter:

"You’re fucking welcome, you fucking garbage."

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Interacting With: @Asura — Location: School Hallways

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Amy grinned hugely as she quickstepped through the hallways. She was back! Everyone was back! It was a brand new year for the team, and she could not have been more excited. The first day was always an absolute joy. She'd been at MSPA for three years now—but it felt so much less time!—and she already felt like she was coming home every time she walked into the door to the auditorium. All the people to meet! All the pokemon to see! Sure, their team hadn't been winning recently. But she just knew that this year would be the year! Just a couple more minutes and they could start up again! Go Team Swanna!

Of course, she was discouraged that they'd been losing so hard for so long. It was impossible not to be. But that just made her want to push through even harder! After all, what was the point of winning if it came easy? This year, this year for sure, they would make it all the way! She picked out a pokeball with a green 'R' stenciled carefully on the regulation red-and-white case, tossing it up and down in her hand as she skipped through the hallways, paying a bare minimum of attention to where she was going. "We'll get it this year, Rhubarb! You bet we will!"

It was a good thing that she stopped tossing it up and down just as she reached a T-shaped intersection in the hall. As she darted through it (faster than she probably should have), she found herself face to face with a serious-looking boy and with no way to slow down. Then she found herself face to face with his T-shirt. And then on the ground.

"Oof!"

As she looked up and saw—and heard—who she'd bumped into, her ever-present smile grew even wider. She'd seen this person around just once or twice; must have been a new student or she would've seen him more. She made it a point to know everyone, after all. But there was only one reason someone could be walking this direction, at this time, on this day! It could only mean a new member! Who else would stay this long after school? Sure, he sounded unfriendly, but Amy didn't take that as discouragement. She took it as a challenge!

She popped back up, dusting herself off and releasing her death grip on Rhubarb's ball before slipping it back into the pouch on her belt. "Hey! I've seen you around before, but I don't think we've met!" She gave a little wave. I'm Amelia, but you can call me Amy! You coming to join Team Swanna?" Not pausing to give him any time to respond, she hopped a little in place, excited and still giving that warm smile. "We'll definitely come out on top this year! With you on the team, how could we not?"

She resumed moving towards the auditorium through the mostly-empty hallways, but this time backwards, still hopping up and down in an energetic pseudo-jog as she waited for the boy. "C'mon, slowpoke! We're gonna be late if we don't hurry!"

You Can Become a Hero!

Maki Kirika

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - Maki Kirika Hometown - Sapporo, Hokkaido Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Femme - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Attention-Seeking Kirika is hungry for attention. Forever filled with an urge to always have every eye on the room locked on her, she does her best to always draw everyone's gaze. The personality she's cultivated has resulted in what looks to be an easy confidence behind her as she moves, and though every step is filled with trepidation and fear, she does not show it easily. Fearful One of Kirika's great motivators is the fear she bears towards her Quirk. Its random activation when she was younger, coupled with the lack of any feedback about when it's active and the sheer duration it can last for, has cultivated in her a dread: what if one day, her Quirk refuses to break? What if touching someone no longer pops it open, and sleeping no longer fades it away? If these no longer work—if she no longer has the manual overrides that she needs to pull herself out of it—then what can she do if it refuses to listen to her? She vividly remembers the un-personing of her childhood. More than anything, she is terrified of being forgotten. Loyal Because of her history—both the consequences of her Quirk, and the fear that comes to her with it—Kirika has never had very many friends. She's only managed to find a really good, close friend once or twice. So when she does find one, she is intensely loyal to them. She is loyal, she is protective, she is attached. Some of it is in her nature; some of it is out of that same intense fear that they'll forget about her.

Physical Description Kirika is quite a tall girl, standing at nearly 170cm (or roughly 5'7"), with a stick-thin physique that looks more like a slender boy's body than a girl's. She feels somewhat like it should make her self-conscious, but she's thankful for it; anything to stick out more. Also somewhat helpful in that endeavor is her hair. Smooth and pin-straight, it falls in a violent silver-white curtain to more or less the small of her back. It matches her eyes, the pale gray of morning fog. The way she walks helps her grab attention as well: a smooth, crisp, snapping stride, moving perhaps a little bit more quickly than is necessary. It makes her look like she's perpetually hurrying, and it comforts her the way people look at her a little bit strangely when she's going about her business. When not wearing the dour school uniform that she's entrapped within, she wears things that, while well within acceptable range, tend to stick out a little bit. Her most common example is a tan trench coat that her father gave her when she went off to school ("In case it's raining, sweetie!"). It's a little longer on her than it is on her father, dropping just about to the middle of her shins. Personal History Maki Kirika’s first couple years were completely normal. Her mother and father, an editor and photographer respectively, doted on her. And while of course she doesn’t remember anything of that time, it was almost idyllic until she was about halfway through her second year, when her Quirk manifested and she vanished. Not just from her parents' sight. Not just from their hearing. Not just from their photos and family videos. No, her face even vanished from their memories. And so, her first memories are of smothering attention. Smothering attention and very seldom being left alone. And she didn't understand why, until one day she realized that her parents didn't notice her. The next years of her life would be characterized by a feeling of suffocation. When she was at home, it was that feeling of suffocation that worried parents give. She had very little privacy; even being alone in her room was a rarity, even up through middle school. Personal space was a thing that belonged to other people, and her mom was never too far away to reach out and touch her hand. When she was at school, that suffocation was the feeling of choking fear that comes with being forgotten. Her Quirk was unstable for a long time—still is, to some extent—and there were times when she would simply vanish, and times when she couldn't reappear. Though she always told people that touch would break it, every time it happened, she would tense up when peoples' eyes skated over her. Even worse were those rare moments when touching people wouldn't break it, at least not for a few seconds. She thought. She never could tell on her own, after all. About this time was when her attention-hogging personality began to come to the fore. She couldn't tell when her Quirk was active, it was true. At least not on her own. But if she was up in everyone's faces, when the whole room was looking at her, then she would always know. She would know. And, she convinced herself—in defiance of the facts—that the closer she was to everyone, the less likely it was to not break on touch. And with that personality came the start of a seething resentment. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she always needed to make sure people could see and hear her before she did anything. It wasn't fair that she was terrified of fading away, being un-personed so thoroughly nobody would ever remember her. It wasn't fair. But as she aged and gained some control over her Quirk, she began to experience another side of it. Yes, it was unpredictable, and when it went off without her knowing, it was genuinely terrifying. But, as she discovered when she was cornered on a city street at night before fading both her and her friend away, it could also be exceptionally useful. And that got her to thinking. Using her Quirk in public would certainly be frowned upon—if anybody could really tell, that was. But it would be difficult to learn how to keep it from activating on its own without any kind of instruction. Somewhere to learn how to properly use her Quirk, to peel back the anger that she had towards it, and to harness its burgeoning power as a force for good? Well, she'd lived in Sapporo her whole life. Ishin academy was just down the road, right? Character Arc Kirika's character arc is founded deeply in her fear. How her fear is created, how her fear is handled, and how her fear is eventually resolved. She has a remarkably powerful utility Quirk, something that could be genuinely terrifying if she were to embrace it all immediately. But she can't properly use it, because she fears it desperately. She grew up being terrified of being un-personed and forgotten since she can remember, and it's going to take her a long, long time to move past that. That moving on is going to form the crux of her character development. As she gains better control over her Quirk, her fear will slowly begin to abate. And though of course there will be moments of relapse where her Quirk activates all on its own and she returns to that instinctual fear, she will move past them, and eventually past that bone-deep fear to truly take advantage of the Quirk that she's been cursed or—she will eventually realize—blessed with. Quirk Description Kirika's Quirk, and the great object of her fear, is Null Field. At a thought, she can project an invisible bubble around her, more or less five feet across. She, and anybody within that bubble, becomes imperceptible. They'll still trigger motion detectors, infrared lasers; they're still there. But living things struggle with the same. They're not made invisible. More like...they're rendered so unbelievably unremarkable that people don't notice them, no matter where they are. The same goes for pictures of them, video recordings, and even memories; though the memory itself stays intact, there's no face to the person. Other than the somewhat restrictive size limit that requires people to stay close to Kirika, there aren't a lot of inherent factors that limit its use. Though it does constantly drain her energy when it's active, it's more of a passive drain than anything else. She may become tired and hungry a little bit more quickly and easily, but it's nothing she really notices. So duration isn't an issue. The main restriction placed upon its use is when anybody within the bubble does anything that would get them noticed for sure. Touching someone, throwing an object with an easily traceable flight path, having their footprints followed back to them; when one member of the bubble is noticed, then it immediately pops and reveals everybody. And while there's no set duration on the Null Field, once it's brought down it can't be thrown up again for at least a couple minutes. No do-overs. In addition, the field will break whenever Kirika falls asleep or is knocked unconscious—for the most part. Though unlikely, it can stay up through sleep. And this is when Kirika is the most afraid. Because if it won't break, even when she's not conscious...will it ever break at all?

Nigata Kayo

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - Nigata Kayo Hometown - Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Femme - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Narcissistic While you might not be able to tell it from first glance, Kayo is circling the drain of full-blown narcissism, obsessed with status and living on praise. Though she expertly projects a facade of a cutesy, sleepy girl, once you get past surface level she is revealed as the cold, calculating young woman she truly is. The picture is completed with her stunted empathy; so convinced is she of her own superiority that empathy for others is massively diminished. It's not completely gone yet, but it's fading all the time. Obsessive If Kayo latches on to something that she wants, she wants it to truly belong to her. This can be harmless; she can want something as innocuous as a new pen. It can also be something truly sinister, as she decides that a fellow human being is now hers. Spiteful A great deal of Kayo's life has been characterized by being hurt in various ways. The only way she could avoid being completely broken down was to build a shell of pure spite around herself, enough that even a small slight against her could have drastic consequences, and many of her motivations—including being a hero to begin with—find their start in anger and spite.

Physical Description At 155cm (about 5'1"), Kayo stands at a height just slightly shorter than usual (which only helps her, really). Her most noticeable physical trait at first glance is her long curtain of pale green hair, which she takes very, very good care of (it takes her nearly an hour to brush it out in the morning, it's a nightmare). Her skin is smooth and fine due to an equal amount of care. She has a narrow face and a sharply pointed chin. Finally we reach her brilliant green eyes, which are slightly off-putting to some people: they glow dimly in low light, and her pupils are narrow and slitted, like a snakes. She's almost always wearing a smile; it's just unclear which kind of smile it is. Personal History Nigata Kayo did not have an exceptionally good childhood. It was alright for the first couple years. Her mother—Nigata Kagami, an excellent doctor loved by all—had always been a touch strange, but she was too young to really understand anything about it. Until very early in elementary school, everything was fine. Everything was fine. And then her Quirk manifested itself just slightly later than normal. And it manifested itself while she was playing with her mother. She doesn't remember a whole lot of this time, but she does remember her mother grunting in surprise and pain and then looking at her with sudden malice. And from then on, her childhood grew harder. Her mother dropped the act, revealing herself as the raging narcissist that she was. Someone who only became a doctor for the accolades and praise. Someone who only acted nice because it made people love her. And somebody who had a minor and pedestrian Quirk to adjust her own pain tolerance. Because of her Quirk, Kayo's did very little to her. But now she knew that her daughter's Quirk was more powerful than her own. And she took offense. She became a monster to her daughter, alternately ignoring her, psychologically tormenting her, and forcing her to look in a mirror and use her own Quirk on herself until she was a screaming, crying wreck (mirrors still terrify her to this day). So it's not a stretch to imagine that Kayo began to pull inwards, and give herself the ego that her mother no longer did. This was only aggravated in school, where she would occasionally accidentally use her Quirk on other kids. And though she apologized profusely, they began to avoid her, all but one. And so, the only way for her to rationalize it and preserve the ego that she was beginning to build up for herself was to assert: they're all dumb. Everybody but Kaoru, they're all dumb idiots. And to make it worse, as her Quirk began to build in power more and more, pain stopped repulsing her. Instead, causing pain began to...intrigue her. All of these factors conspired to forge her into an obsessive narcissist who, additionally, was very fascinated by pain. And when she was a little way into middle school, these all combined to give her a horrible fixation on a classmate who she grew absolutely obsessed with. And when she fixed him with her eyes, when she caused that terrible pain, she felt a thrill like nothing else. Though she—with Kaoru's help—managed to escape her obsession, it still bubbled just under the surface, waiting for a new target. Crushing it down as best she could, she decided something then and there. If her mom was that jealous of her Quirk, then what would insult her more than becoming a hero? Character Arc As a character, Kayo is an exploration on inversions. She initially goes to IA out of spite for her mother, but eventually really, truly wants to become a hero. She starts her character arc with manipulation and obsession, and ends it with contrition and redemption. Rather than the character course of someone who wants to become a hero, aims straight for that goal and then perhaps dips down onto a dark place and becomes a villain, she is a character who starts on that dark path towards villainy, but manages to pull herself out of that doom spiral and become somebody that she can legitimately be proud of. And so, her character development over time is just that. The obsessive pit that she digs herself down into is not only a low point for everyone else around her, but a low point for her own health, safety, and sanity. The way that she crawls out of that pit—the challenges she faces in order to get there, the people that she's hurt that she needs to hopefully make amends to—is where the great majority of her character will be, and I'm very excited to see it. Quirk Description Kayo is so toxic that even looking at her can be dangerous. Her Quirk Venom Eyes can be activated any time she makes direct eye contact with somebody, directly tapping into the target's nervous system—specifically the pain receptors. With a pulse of a sickly yellow glow from her snakelike eyes, she can dial them up or down, causing either a searing, full-body pain or a deadening numbness, though she's significantly better at using the pain than she is the numbness. There are a few limits on this power. Since it requires direct eye contact, it has a limited range, and is almost completely useless, at least at the start, on people who either hide their eyes, don't have eyes to hide, can't use their eyes, or have no nerves to aggravate. Each pulse from her Venom Eyes additionally accrues a brief cooldown period where her optic nerves need to rest from the sudden stimulation.

Lem's Stash

“Come on, come on come on come on hurry up! We're not gonna get there in time!”

Saffron Mergansett

Saffron Mergansett

Name

Saffron Mergansett

Age

17

Race

Faunus (Weasel)

Nationality

Atlesian

Physical Description

Saffron—or Saffi, as her parents affectionately call her—is a short girl, standing at just under 5'2". Despite that, though, her build is slender and lithe, resulting in a somewhat waiflike appearance and a featherweight of no more than 100 pounds. Fittingly, she's not particularly strong, although she's quite a bit stronger than she looks. She has long bright orange hair that is perpetually unruly, though she does her best to keep it looking nice, and wide teal eyes that are constantly looking around at double time.

Strangely enough, unlike many faunuses, she doesn't have any kind of animalistic ears and has normal human ones instead. No tail either. For all intents and purposes, she looks human on the outside. But what she does have is a full compliment of very sharp, very angry-looking mustelid teeth and fangs. It can be very off-putting; an innocent-looking teenager opens her mouth and you think you've seen the devil. Because of this, she can't actually eat some common foods; she has a weasel's diet as well, and mostly eats meat, with some fruits and vegetables thrown in for flavor and nutrition that she can't get elsewhere.

Characterization

The best metaphor to describe Saffron is taking a car, filling it up, and duct taping the gas pedal down. She's incredibly energetic, extremely outgoing, and relentlessly high-strung. She's has a hard time sitting still for any length of time and is usually just...bouncing off the walls. A good word to describe her might be 'frenetic.' Friendly, too. She's always ready with a laugh and a smile, and has a tendency to drag other people along behind her in a kind of social gravity that she spends a significant amount of time engaging in.

Despite all that, though, and despite how hard she finds it to study, she is surprisingly smart, though it comes more in bursts of gunpowder knowledge and sudden insight than in any controlled release that someone a little bit more studious might have an easier time with (despite her smarts, she doesn't do extremely well in school). But because of that burst-of-insight knowledge, she's a...pretty terrible strategist, all things considered. It's certainly her weakest aspect as a Huntress. She much prefers going in quick and fast, making it out through sheer skill and quick wit. Consequently, of course, she has a bit of a reputation for being super reckless, and needs to consciously keep her cool most of the time to stop herself from going in guns blazing.

Backstory

The Mergansett family were...not well off. Like so many Atlesian faunuses, they were employed by the Schnee Dust Company, and all the horrible working conditions and wages that came with it. They barely had enough to live on. And life had been like for for both of them since the beginning. So, when they had their daughter Saffron, they determined: she was going to have the opportunities that they never did. And so, as she aged, they worked tirelessly, taking an insane amount of hours. They took out as many loans as they could to help their little girl find a better place in the world. And that little girl decided very early on what that place would be: she wanted to be a Huntress.

They beamed with pride, sending her to the best schools they could possibly afford, hoping she would get the best education possible and wouldn't be bullied (which, unfortunately but predictably, she was). But...she shouldn't go to Atlas Academy, right? The militarized school in this place that had sucked their souls out? Somewhere else would be better. Anywhere else. Shade Academy was too far away; it was going to be difficult for them to pay for the school, let alone transportation, and the whole family knew it. When she applied to Beacon Academy, they rejected her. The only place that was both close enough and allowed Saffron in was Haven Academy. And so she went. She'd finally made it in!

But still...she nursed an awful fear in her gut. All those loans her parents took out to put her through the best schools and get her here? They'd need to be paid back sometime. And they wouldn't have the Lien to do it. So, she decided to put absolutely everything into becoming a Huntress to help pay the bills. It's not just to protect people anymore. Now, it's to protect family.

Semblance

Saffron's Semblance is Flickerswitch, a powerful—if risky—ability. Saffron doesn't have a huge amount of Aura to begin with; Flickerswitch essentially turns it into a fuel gauge, allowing her to consume it to dramatically increase her speed, flipping and dashing around so quickly she's hard to keep track of and leaving a trail of blazing yellow light behind her. She's generally okay with it, but her energetic recklessness can get the better of her, and as of now, it's on a pretty high burn. She needs to be really careful with it, or else she can put herself in a great deal of danger.

Weapon & Fighting Style

Named (ironically) for her lack of skill in strategy, her main armament is Checkmate, a pair of quick, powerful machine pistols that can flip to a pair of chunky, tanto-point knives with frankly concerning speed, which is only exacerbated by how quickly she moves around.

And that's really what her fighting style is based around: speed. She's small and relatively weak, so she relies on blistering speed and overwhelming volume to drill through her enemies before they can tire her out and drain her down. While against one or two foes she goes all-in from the start, the strict limits on her Semblance means she is—or, at least tries to be—much more careful during extended combat.

Intangibles

Despite her recklessness, Saffron is a surprisingly good team player. It becomes much easier to hold herself back when someone else is actively creating a plan, so it makes her significantly easier to work with if there's a strategist worth their salt along for the ride.

Though of course she makes heavy use of it with her guns, she's pretty helpless at using Dust in any other way. She understands that there is a principle to it, but it would take so long to learn it! Why do that when she could be working on her strengths instead?

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Amy

"We can do it this time! We just need to try a little bit harder!"

<sub>18 | Femme

Character Synopsis</sub>

Born in a high rise in Castelia City, Amelia—but please, call her Amy—has been a social butterfly since she reasonably could. When she was in middle school, someone tried to bully her by throwing her backpack into a trash can. Those two became the best of friends and he cried when Amy's mom got a new job out in Mistralton. She still talks to him regularly.

It was a bit of a culture shock, going from the glitz and glamor of Castelia to the more industrial Mistralton, but she adapted to it quite well, and early in her high school career at the Academy—already well on her way to becoming a skilled trainer, despite having no real gift for it, through pure persistence—she'd already amassed quite a crowd of people that she was happy to call friends. She's more than ready to cheer them on all the way to Regionals!

And hey, if that means she can take Rhubard, Dumpling, and Lemon to the top with her hard-won skill, that just makes it better!

_{Character Ties}

1) TBD later if accepted. Do not fill out. Add more if needed.
2) TBD later if accepted. Do not fill out. Add more if needed.

_Pokémon

1) Rhubarb the Servine | Male | Overgrow

Tackle
Growth
Leaf Tornado
Leech Seed

2) Dumpling the Minccino | Female | Cute Charm

Double Slap
Encore
Pound
Tickle

3) Lemon the Emolga | Female | Static

Thunder Shock
Quick Attack
Charge
Spark

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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The kids apparently did not appreciate the little lesson she attempted to give them. Looked even more scared, actually. Fucking cowards. And Galeil also didn't seem to happy. Ah well, at least he recognized that they were her lessers. She gave an exaggerated shrug as she asked her to directly channel into the crystal herself.

"Oh, don't me wrong, I'd love to. Maker knows you need it up here. Problem is, my magic's real strong and real wild. I try to channel a crystal, it goes crack-pop-boom. And I assume you're not looking for fireworks in here." She gave him a half-grin and tapped her eyepatch. "How do you think I lost this eye?"

Still. As much as she joked with him, she was kinda pissed. She went to all the trouble to give those pyromancers a lesson and this was her thanks? They fucked up harder and now their teacher was angry with her? If there was a problem with their form and focus, it's because he didn't do a good enough job training them. Incompetent. But hey. She knew when she wasn't wanted. This wasn't any fun, anyway, and her cannon just hit full charge. Another exaggerated, theatrical shrug, at odds with the focused frustration in her voice. "Still, looks like I'm not needed here after all, right?" Her eye flashed a blazing yellow as she ripped a soulflame from one of the windows, hopping up into the frame and preparing to jump down again.

You must not shirk in your duty. You must not leave the fire. And you must not abandon your comrades.

"Maker damn you, Mom," she muttered. No matter how much Galeil had galled her by not training his stupid students well enough, they were still the pyromancers keeping them alive, and they still needed protection. It was her duty as a pyromancer of Midnos, and as goddamn annoyed with them as she was, she wasn't quite mad enough to ignore what she'd been taught and leave them to their own devices. It wasn't their fault Galeil hadn't trained them properly, and it wasn't really Galeil's fault that they needed to be coddled as much as they apparently did. A flash of memory flickered against her mind and she shut it down with a snarl.

So instead of leaping down like she so desperately wanted to, she remained in the arched window, sighting along her cannon just in time to watch Fianna the Bloody turn into her sobriquet's namesake. Her sword exploded into the air until it embedded itself in the keep wall. Quinnlash smirked. "Least I'm not the first one to go this time, Freakshow." She'd be back soon anyway. Death wasn't really a big deal for her. Well, it wasn't a big deal for Hunters in general as long as it didn't come too often, but it was an even smaller deal for Fianna. The blue-haired woman with the long spear was falling towards the city, still gripping the back of a dying Void roc. No point shooting that one anymore. The Ldranti with the huge fuckoff shield had gotten slapped to the side, and the melter was...still alive, actually. Quinnlash raised an eyebrow. She expected her to be a stain of charcoal on the ground by now. Seemed like this one was made of tougher stuff than the others she'd seen. And she'd just ripped the ogre's chest wide open, revealing its pulsing innards as she exploded on it.

"Goddamn. Not bad," she said absently as she sighted up her shot. The angry kid had been tossed far enough that she wasn't too close. The Ldranti had been knocked a good distance away. Both of them could still move, so neither was too much in danger, and Fianna was currently a red stain on the ground. They were mostly out of the splash zone. It wouldn't be a big explosion anyway, not like the previous ones; her soul was pretty fragmented, and she could feel her magic weakening substantially. And she was really, really bored. So, as the cannon roared beside her and she felt the burning metal blistering her skin, she belted out over the twin storms of thunder and Void in a voice that would carry for a mile:

"SHOT GOING DOWN! WATCH YOUR SHIT!" She waited for a moment, giving time for people to move out of the way if they wanted to.

And then, a whispered "Boom."

With an enormous smile on her face, she let the shot fly. A burning fireball hurtled forth, rocketing down to the ogre at tremendous speed before detonating. She'd aimed for its chest cavity, but she was high up enough that she honestly had no idea where it'd gone. It had been even smaller than she'd anticipated, honestly. Guess she had the four flames she'd ripped out of her a minute or two prior to thank for that. But the sound lit her up inside nonetheless. She leaned back slightly and called into the crystal chamber, "If you need me, I'll be up here. Keep channeling, Galeil. I'll deal with it if you need defense."

Another cracking sound. Another reload. And as she waited for the charge, she turned her attention inward, fire dancing along her fingertips. Wouldn't do to make that promise and not keep it, after all. And though the soulflames in the windows should help, one never did know, and she should never shirk her duty.

Maker damn you, Mom.