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Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

• Name: Fuyuko Yamazaki
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance:
  
• Personality: Shy and reserved, Fuyuko prefers to observe from a distance rather than actively participate in events. While polite, sometimes excessively so, such formality can be misinterpreted as coldness, and her timid personality doesn't help. Because she goes out of her way to avoid starting or aggravating conflicts, and doesn't like to fight other magical girls, some people wonder why she's even taking part in the Hex Night. The truth is, despite her usually gentle nature, she's no pushover. Just like a soft snowfall can become a fierce blizzard, Fuyuko goes all out to protect others, both from monsters and from more mundane causes of harm. The reason she signed up for the Hex Night is partly to fulfil her duty to prevent the creation of another beast, and partly because a wish could be the miracle her family needs.
• Skills: Knowledge of folktales and their various retellings, which could help magical girls with related concepts explore their abilities in more depth.
• Brief Backstory: Fuyuko grew up in a small mountain village, the elder of two sisters, with a father who owned a small bookshop and a mother who worked as a teacher. Considering her parents, it was no wonder that she had a thirst for knowledge from early childhood. Myths and legends in particular intrigued her, and she'd sit entranced as her father told her all manner of stories. As she grew, so did her fascination with folklore, her childlike curiosity and imagination never diminishing.
  
  Of course, it turned out events weren't as easily resolved as they were in books. One night, something happened that the family would never have expected in such a quiet area; the store was broken into, and several rare books were stolen. Her father was never the same again after that. Struggling financially, his sense of security in tatters, he withdrew into himself, turning to unhealthy coping techniques such as excessive drinking. This sparked many arguments between her parents, and all Fuyuko could do was try to protect her sister from the fallout, taking her for long nature walks and keeping her distracted with the same stories that served as her refuge.
  
  In the early hours one morning, she lay in bed, unable to sleep for the unusually intense wave of hopelessness washing over her. She closed her eyes, trying to drift off, then opened them again to a sight that made her sit right up. A fairy? She had to be dreaming, yet the shock was all too real when the fairy pointed out something through the window, unveiling the world to her for what it was. Shadowy, monstrous beings gathered around the house like a pack of hungry wolves, seeking to drain away any positivity the family still had. When told by the mysterious visitor there was a way she could fend them off, Fuyuko accepted in desperation. With her newfound abilities as a magical girl, she succeeded in destroying most of the monsters and sending the rest fleeing.
  
  Since then, she made sure to do her utmost to purify as many manifestations of darkness as possible, but no matter what she did, it never felt like enough. The struggles within her family continued, worsening over time despite people's efforts to help. It was hearing about the Hex Night that brought her a glimmer of hope. She signed up for the chance at the prize, a wish. In her case, a wish that her father would recover.
  
  
  • Magical Girl Appearance:
    
  • Concept: Yuki-Onna (snow spirit)
  • Archetype: A foldable fan that she can use to whip up hailstorms and blasts of icy wind. The imagery on the fan is of a full moon over white-capped mountains, as it represents an Oguni folktale of a yuki-onna, a moon princess who descended to earth along with snow.
  • Abilities:
• Frost Touch: By touching something or somebody, she can generate ice over a surface within a small radius. This can be used to partially freeze somebody in place, or to create weapons and armour of ice.
• Winter Mist: She can turn into a cloud of wispy cold mist to evade attacks. While almost immediate at first, the more often she does this within a short length of time (like the typical duration of a battle), the longer the shifting takes. If she's hit mid-evaporation, she gets injured as normal and instantly reforms.
• Vitality Absorb: When she activates this, glowing blue veins spread across her hand, which she rests on someone to slowly drain their strength and heal herself. This is interrupted as soon as contact is broken, so it's normally used to slightly weaken opponents rather than incapacitate them. It can also be reversed and used to heal allies at the cost of Fuyuko's own energy. Healing someone of a life-threatening injury would cause her to pass out.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR Just fixed the CS, hope that's ok.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR Would a white wand with streamers be better, which is what a yuki-onna from a specific legend (Oshika village folktale) is portrayed with? Or do I keep the fan, and since the Japanese fan is associated with the court, should it represent this one story about a yuki-onna who's a moon princess trapped on earth, and feature moon imagery as well as snowflakes?

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

• Name: Fuyuko Yamazaki
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance:
  
• Personality: Shy and reserved, Fuyuko prefers to observe from a distance rather than actively participate in events. While polite, sometimes excessively so, such formality can be misinterpreted as coldness, and her timid personality doesn't help. Because she goes out of her way to avoid starting or aggravating conflicts, and doesn't like to fight other magical girls, some people wonder why she's even taking part in the Hex Night. The truth is, despite her usually gentle nature, she's no pushover. Just like a soft snowfall can become a fierce blizzard, Fuyuko goes all out to protect others, both from monsters and from more mundane causes of harm. The reason she signed up for the Hex Night is partly to fulfil her duty to prevent the creation of another beast, and partly because a wish could be the miracle her family needs.
• Skills: Knowledge of folktales and their various retellings, which could help magical girls with related concepts explore their abilities in more depth.
• Brief Backstory: Fuyuko grew up in a small mountain village, the elder of two sisters, with a father who owned a small bookshop and a mother who worked as a teacher. Considering her parents, it was no wonder that she had a thirst for knowledge from early childhood. Myths and legends in particular intrigued her, and she'd sit entranced as her father told her all manner of stories. As she grew, so did her fascination with folklore, her childlike curiosity and imagination never diminishing.
  
  Of course, it turned out events weren't as easily resolved as they were in books. One night, something happened that the family would never have expected in such a quiet area; the store was broken into, and several rare books were stolen. Her father was never the same again after that. Struggling financially, his sense of security in tatters, he withdrew into himself, turning to unhealthy coping techniques such as excessive drinking. This sparked many arguments between her parents, and all Fuyuko could do was try to protect her sister from the fallout, taking her for long nature walks and keeping her distracted with the same stories that served as her refuge.
  
  In the early hours one morning, she lay in bed, unable to sleep for the unusually intense wave of hopelessness washing over her. She closed her eyes, trying to drift off, then opened them again to a sight that made her sit right up. A fairy? She had to be dreaming, yet the shock was all too real when the fairy pointed out something through the window, unveiling the world to her for what it was. Shadowy, monstrous beings gathered around the house like a pack of hungry wolves, seeking to drain away any positivity the family still had. When told by the mysterious visitor there was a way she could fend them off, Fuyuko accepted in desperation. With her newfound abilities as a magical girl, she succeeded in destroying most of the monsters and sending the rest fleeing.
  
  Since then, she made sure to do her utmost to purify as many manifestations of darkness as possible, but no matter what she did, it never felt like enough. The struggles within her family continued, worsening over time despite people's efforts to help. It was hearing about the Hex Night that brought her a glimmer of hope. She signed up for the chance at the prize, a wish. In her case, a wish that her father would recover.
  
  
  • Magical Girl Appearance:
    
  • Concept: Yuki-Onna (snow spirit)
  • Archetype: A foldable fan that she can use to whip up hailstorms and blasts of icy wind. The imagery on the fan is of a full moon over white-capped mountains, as it represents an Oguni folktale of a yuki-onna, a moon princess who descended to earth along with snow.
  • Abilities:
• Frost Touch: By touching something or somebody, she can generate ice over a surface within a small radius. This can be used to partially freeze somebody in place, or to create weapons and armour of ice.
• Winter Mist: She can turn into a cloud of wispy cold mist to evade attacks. While almost immediate at first, the more often she does this within a short length of time (like the typical duration of a battle), the longer the shifting takes. If she's hit mid-evaporation, she gets injured as normal and instantly reforms.
• Vitality Absorb: When she activates this, glowing blue veins spread across her hand, which she rests on someone to slowly drain their strength and heal herself. This is interrupted as soon as contact is broken, so it's normally used to slightly weaken opponents rather than incapacitate them. It can also be reversed and used to heal allies at the cost of Fuyuko's own energy. Healing someone of a life-threatening injury would cause her to pass out.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR Thanks! Working on my CS, should have it finished soon.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

Interested! Just a few questions first:

1) What are the monsters like? Do they "infect" people with negativity (like witches in Puella Magi Madoka Magica) or do they attack more directly? I know this probably won't come up in the RP, but this is just reference for characters' experiences.

2) How do people become magical girls?

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

At the suggestion, Roxy gave off a mix of emotions - rising panic from the mention of being in a car, as well as something more positive. That hint of hope. Maybe this was the best thing to do, Jess thought, as long as she did nothing to contribute to the anchor's anxiety.

"You'll do just fine," her mom said, pulling her into a hug. The bones in the arms around her hadn't been this prominent five years ago, Jess was sure of it. "I know you will."

Jess looked up at her with a slight smile. "Thanks, Mom. And... Thanks for this."

Once the empath had checked all belongings brought over were packed, and everyone had said their goodbyes, Jess dragged her suitcase to the car. Already she could feel that growing trepidation from Roxy. Jess took one more look at the window and waved at her mother, recalling the encouragement. Maybe if she got back to normal or as close to it as possible, so would her mom. And the more independence she gained, the fewer problems she'd cause Roxy.

Breathing deeply, she placed her suitcase in the back and climbed into the driver's seat.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

✦✧✦ Tama Miyara ✧ Angelite ✦✧✦

@Noxx @KoL

Before Angelite could react, the attacker had hurled herself right against the forming walls, plummeting onto Soma's spear with an awful tearing sound. A gasp caught in the blue-haired girl's throat. Shedding her crystal shell for faster movement, she rushed towards the broken heap of a girl. It didn't matter that this was their enemy. She needed a healer, and fast.

"Hold on," Tama urged. "I'll go get someone who can help-" Just as she was about to search for Alara, the attacker jumped up. It was as if she hadn't even noticed the ragged hole in her torso, or her gaping eye socket, both of which poured forth wiry black strands instead of blood. Magical girls sometimes had unusual ways of showing damage, but Tama had never seen anything like this.

The dark girl's injuries did nothing to slow her down as she swung her spear. Leaping between her and the exhausted Soma, Tama crossed her wings. "Get past me first," she growled, her diamond-like barrier appearing.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

♥♠♦♣ Ayumu Harasawa ♥♠♦♣ Phantasmagoria ♥♠♦♣

@I Need A Name @SimpleWriter @1Charak2

Through the shock, Phantasmagoria forced a snicker at Gaia's little speech. Those words, exactly the kind of thing she might have once said... the kind of thing she'd once have been stupid enough to say. "Wow, even now you still think life's a fairy tale," she jeered, aiming another card at a chink in a Nightmare's armour. "Suit yourself, this is nothing we can't handle anyway."

She danced out of the way of the Nightmare's claws, disappearing from view. It turned this way and that, only for a red-outlined card to fly from thin air, cleaving its head from its shoulders. Phantasmagoria reappeared in a swirl of black mist, the translucent wisps that formed the hem of her cape and tails of her jacket thickening like pollution clouds as she absorbed the dying creature. A laugh juddered through her.

"We've got ourselves that fight you were spoiling for, all right," she said, eyes gleaming as she glanced at Kiru before summoning a jackalope silhouette from her hat. "C'mon, let's get 'em before those party poopers do!"

As she leapt from building to building on the back of the giant rabbit, her grin faded at the full, sobering impact of the scene. All those broken bodies, all that blood... A sudden wave of dizziness hit. Sympathy? Surely not. She'd discarded that long ago, at least for strangers. It was more like... Memories. An old wound ripping open. Images of limbs at sickening angles, crimson-splattered concrete, eyes that would never shine with happiness again, carved deep into her mind.

Her ribs clenched, an involuntary cry leaving her lips. She tightened her grip on the mount to keep from sliding off. No! Focus! she mentally screamed at herself, tearing her gaze away from the carnage, and from the nearby light girls. Little Miss Sparkles in particular might even try to help if she noticed, and like hell did she want that stick in the mud's pity. Trying to concentrate on the corrupt energy roiling through her, she rode past the dead and the desperate. It wasn't like they had anything to do with her. And it certainly wasn't like all these people could be saved.

Before long, she caught up with the flock of Nightmares pouring down the street. "Thank you all for gathering here tonight!" she called, her stage persona covering up any weakness. "Uh-uh, forget the movies." She flicked cards at some of the creatures making a beeline for a movie theatre. "Wanna see a magic show instead? I now present my assistants!"

With that, an army of figures were upon the Nightmares. Illusory copies of every other dark magical girl in the club lashed with their weapons, manic glee on their faces as the monsters hissed and flailed. By the time the images disappeared upon being struck, it was too late for many of the mutant creatures. Cards spun through the air, the razor edges the scarlet aura gave them biting deep through armour.

Phantasmagoria jumped from the back of her shadow contruct, which faded. "Your turn, Kir-" Her shout choked into a whimper. A few feet away from her, a small form lay unmoving in the snow, stomach and throat torn open. She recognised what was left of the girl's face. The child who'd watched her earlier show.

Claws jabbed into Ayumu's left arm, yanking her away from the corpse. Her surroundings rushed past as she found herself being dragged across the ground. Several pairs of jaws spread wide, looming over her... only to let out a screech and snap upwards at the air as a giant drill burst through its back, out from its stomach. Black goo splattered all around. Just for effect, Ayumu thought, dismissing the illusion with a flick of her hand and leaping to her feet. Before the Nightmare realised it was uninjured, the cards the magician flung dug into its neck.

"And that, dear spectators, was the Drill of Death!" she announced, hoping the banter hid just how shaken she was. Distraction had been her attacker's undoing, just as it had nearly been hers. She gripped her upper arm, feeling stickiness, torn cloth, broken skin. Just an inch under her emblem. Her heart thudded. That had been close.

Reaching out and drinking in the monster's essence, she kept alert from the buzz. A cluster of Nightmares gathered nearby, zeroing in on a target concealed from view, some breaking from the group to face the magical girl about to disrupt their meal.

Phantasmagoria smirked, lifting one side of her cape and sending a murder of crows to greet them. "What, you thought you were the guests at this banquet? Life's full of surprises, huh?" She skipped towards her struggling prey, resolving to think of nothing but the hunt. "Kiru, let's tuck in!"

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

✦✧✦ Tama Miyara ✧ Angelite ✦✧✦

@Noxx @KoL

With all the strength she could muster, Tama lashed out with a wing, fused into a razor-sharp structure. It took off a Nightmare's head just as the creature lunged. Locking the other set of fragments together, she blocked a set of swiping claws, then punched with a dagger-like formation protruding from her armour. Her wings spread and split into shards again, fine threads of magic coursing between the gems, and she swung them as hard as she could to unleash a flurry of energy crystals.

No matter how many Nightmares fell, the slaughter continued, bodies lying limp and broken in the snow like discarded dolls.

Set on saving as many people as she could nonetheless, Tama threw her full armoured weight into a punch. Instead of connecting with the Nightmare's head, her fist struck a solid wall. "Ah!" She staggered off-balance, not so much hurt as jarred, thanks to her crystal shell and the natural toughness of a magical girl. She stared up at the bubble surrounding her, then at those that held civilians. The uninjured tried to run, panicking at the invisible walls that stopped them, bracing themselves for attacks, faces overcome with relief when none happened.

"Good job, Soma," she commented, "but you wouldn't mind letting me out? Gotta be on the battlefield, not stuck in the barracks..."

As a tower started to appear - no, not so much appear as rip its way into reality - Tama understood Soma's reason for protecting everyone nearby, her included. The rifts in space flung the Nightmares around as if a tornado had whipped up, Soma chanting some kind of speech that probably only made sense to her all the while.

"Huh." Tama couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. "I'm going to guess that translates to something along the lines of 'you Nightmares are picking on the wrong person'."

Surprise gave way to shock as a blur hurtled down like a meteor, right at the shield user. "Soma! Watch out!"