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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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Emeth: Then I'll be that friend who's the opposite kind of annoying, whispering "Do it, you know you want to..."
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Judging by the Internet's definitions of introversion and extraversion, you'd think everyone's either an extreme hermit or a party animal with no in between.
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Krystal: All part and parcel of the job.
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Bio
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
Even as Roxy worked, Jess could feel worry and frustration eating away at her. The hours dragged by all too slowly. When the clock on the computer finally reached twelve, the empath put away the notebook and switched off the monitor, knowing this lunchtime wouldn't be a relaxing one. Not just because of the watchers, but because of the subject she knew had to be addressed.
It turned out she was right. Even so, when Roxy approached, her confirming words made Jess' insides squirm. At first, she remained silent, as reluctant as Roxy to discuss the matter. With a deep breath, she forced herself to do so. "I figured," she admitted. "This, well... It felt like something that couldn't be ignored." She paused, stomach clenching. "What did he say? What does he want?"
Freya whirled round at the juddering crash of a collapsing building. With a sigh, she rushed over. This simulation wasn't even letting anyone catch their breath, though she supposed that was the point.
She arrived to see Samuel running to the aid of a soot-covered Eira, a short distance from a heap of burning debris, and helping out with her workload. "Eira! You ok? Ugh, do they really have to push us this hard?" she grumbled. Even more worrying was the nearby water tank, its supports straining as it began to creak loose. Freya grimaced, glancing from the impending disaster to Danielle. "Let's hope we don't wind up in the deep end literally as well as figuratively!"
No time to lose. Even if Danielle was able to help, the civilians needed evacuating as quickly as possible. As Eira and Samuel pulled a civilian from one car, Freya headed to the other collided vehicle. Thankfully, the door wasn't stuck, but the seatbelts were. Extending her claws, she raked them across the belts. Not an easy or elegant task, but after a few tries, the tattered material gave way. Freya eased two dummies from the car, metallic crunching from behind drawing her attention back to the water tank.
"Eira, if that tank falls, think you can freeze the water in time?" she called, with a twinge of guilt at the other girl's exhausted state. This all seemed rather over the top, even without factoring in the most recent stroke of bad luck. Surely pro heroes didn't have to deal with all hell breaking loose at once.
As that glimmer of gladness eased Roxy's stress, even if just by a tiny amount, Jess gave a sigh of relief. The motorcycle servicing would be a help to the anchor, not a hindrance. She needed to break the habit of assuming the worst, but that wasn't easy when in some cases, the worst was a likely possibility.
"We'll let you know as soon as it's finished," she told the biker, smiling up once she'd taken his details. Acting polite now wouldn't make up for having been rude earlier, however unintentionally, but all she could do was try to salvage the situation at least somewhat.
As Roxy busied herself, so did Jess, replying to emails and booking appointments. Both of them had things to take their minds off events for now, but they'd have to address what was going on before long. The thought cast its shadow over the empath no matter how she occupied herself with office duties.
She'd ask at lunchtime, she decided. That secondhand sense of dread, of bracing for a daunting task, told her there was no ignoring this.
Purry snoring rumbled through the schoolyard air. Under a tree, the source of the sound lay curled, a petite brunette. Leaves drifted down and settled on her, which she batted away in her sleep. As she brushed a hand against the side of her face, her eyes blinked open. She let out a sleepy murmur, then sat bolt upright.
"Aw, crap! The combat practice!"
After a quick check of the time on her phone, she gave a sigh of relief. She stretched, yawned and stood, ambling towards the building. After all those utterly mind-numbing academic classes, it wouldn't do to be late now that something different was happening. And a true hero was never late.
Once she'd changed, Freya joined up with the others in the vast expanse of empty space, squirming a little as she glanced down at her skin-hugging bodysuit. A little daring for her liking, but oh well, at least the light and stretchy fabric allowed her to move without restriction. She pulled at her hood, making sure to hide the tufts of hair sticking up on one side from her nap, hoping she wouldn't get a lecture about image.
After all, it was skill that would make people here shine today. This was it, finally a chance to put what they'd learned to good use. Would lessons like this live up to descriptions she'd heard? How starry-eyed she'd been as she'd imagined following her sister on the path to success... How naive she'd been. She sighed, watching as buildings rose before the group. This had better be about what it took to be a hero, not about fame and glamour.
Like a cat awaiting the right moment to pounce, Freya crouched, muscles tensing, eyes alert. Mr Hayes raised his arm. Then, BOOM. As a roar of explosions, accompanied by smashing cars and disturbingly realistic screams, signalled the lesson's start, Freya was off into the chaos.
So much for hoping it wouldn't be too gruelling, Freya thought as she scaled a tree and climbed onto a wall for a better view, her motion remarkably quick for someone who slept so much. Of course, she'd figured hero work wouldn't be as easy as a certain someone made it seem.
Movement in an alleyway caught her attention. She leapt down, careful not to make any noise while scurrying towards the scene of the crisis. One robot slammed another into a wall, LED light eyes flaring as it held a knife to the dummy's throat.
Freya sprang, landing a flying kick on the mechanical villain's shoulder. It dropped the knife and spun round, swinging a fist, which the hero-in-training dodged just in time. Noting its lowered guard and off-balance position, Freya jumped and slammed her boot against its side. Metal crashed against concrete. Before the robot could right itself, the feline girl slipped behind it, plucking the specially made white band from her belt and slapping it against the steel wrists. It constricted like pulled and released elastic to bind the robot's arms.
"Whew..." Freya scampered from the alleyway, leaving the restrained villain struggling to no avail. "One down, a gazillion more to go."
Fuyuko's introduction was much more sedate. She bowed, her hair hanging in her face and partially obscuring it. "It's nice to meet you, Shining Fist," she replied in that soft voice. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. Yamazaki, otherwise known as... uh, Fuyuko. No snappy magical girl title I'm afraid."
For all the other girl's friendliness, her astute observations put Fuyuko on edge. Kinda-sorta enemies... Not only had Shining Fist guessed right about her magical nature, she somehow knew they were soon-to-be rivals. Mere assumptions, or were there things the warrior wasn't letting on? Was someone spying on potential opponents for her? Could this someone even be the masked watcher, secretly an ally instead of an enemy?
The breath Fuyuko drew to inquire caught in her throat. If she asked, an explanation might ease her worries to some extent, and even if there was none, it would let on that she suspected something. The problem was, she'd also confirm her participation. "How..." she began. Such a simple question - How did you know we're enemies? - but the rest of the words wouldn't form.
"How, uh, should we go about this?" she asked instead, scurrying after Shining Fist. "I mean, this person sneaks up without a sound, and they move pretty quickly... Do you have a plan?"
Hero Name: Cait Sith Quirk Name: Feline Quirk Type: Mutant Quirk Description: Freya has the physical attributes of a cat, which manifest in a variety of ways. Firstly, this Quirk grants her enhanced agility and flexibility, making her a nimble fighter. While falling, she can twist around in midair and land in a way that minimises damage, although falls from great heights will still injure her as they will anyone else.
Another application is to extend claws from her fingertips that can be retracted at will. Each claw is an inch long, and if broken off, will grow back over the course of a week.
While she has acute night vision, her ability to see colours is diminished. She can't see red or pink, only dull shades of blue, green and yellow.
Whereas the average person needs around eight hours of sleep, Freya needs at least ten to feel fully rested. She tends to be lethargic in the mornings, becoming more active at night. For obvious reasons, this can cause issues with her school schedule.
Inventory & Possessions:
From her casual clothes to her hero costume, Freya wears clothes that are either loose or stretchy, so that they're easy to move in.
She almost always has seafood-flavoured snacks of some kind with her.
In her wallet is a photo of her and her sister, back when they were younger and got along better.
Sample Post:
No matter how cute a kitten seemed when playing, it only did so to become a hunter later on.
"Can't catch me!" The elder of the two children bounded across the room, turning and sticking her tongue out. Her deep-set, leonine eyes glimmered. "If a lion's the king of the jungle, that makes me the queen, and nobody beats a queen!"
The second child giggled as she raced around after her sister. "Wanna bet, Fliss?" The use of the nickname Felicity hated earned a mock growl. "And lions don't really live in the jungle, silly." In a remarkably fluid movement for someone her age, Freya leapt at Felicity, who dodged.
"Ya see?" The older sister grinned. "Point still stands, I'm going to be the greatest hero this world's ever seen! Just try catching up with me then!"
Breathless laughter filled the air as the children played. Such carefree merriment, however, couldn't last. The young had to start putting what used to be a game into practice as they grew. And growth wasn't always for the better.
"C'mon. Up." A nudge from a foot roused Freya from her sleep. "I said up."
The housecat girl stirred, her only reply a groan in the back of her throat. One yellow, slit-pupilled eye opened, fixing Felicity with a look of nonchalance before closing again. She yelped and hissed as the nudges became a kick. "Ugh, alright, alright Fliss I'm up," she mumbled, uncurling from the rug to stretch and stand. The satisfied expression plastered all over her sister's face sickened her through and through.
Felicity's sneer grew. "Glad to hear it. In case you'd forgotten, I like my sleep too, but the difference is I earn the right to rest. And don't call me Fliss. Just call me Sphinx." She gestured to the door. "So, still want to be a pro hero like me, or are you wimping out?"
She really doesn't want to know the answer to that, Freya thought, skulking after the person she'd grown up with but now barely recognised. Yes, she did want to be a pro hero. No, she didn't want to be like this particular one.
The obstacle course set up in the yard proved just as gruelling as ever. Felicity's sheer strength and skill propelled her over hurdles and under tunnels with minimal effort. "I knew it," she called, barely out of breath. "I knew you couldn't even hope to catch up."
Scrambling over netting, Freya kept that composed facade while every fibre of her seethed. What she lacked in brute force, maybe she could make up for in agility and reflexes. "You sure about that?" she said as she crouched atop the structure, mustered all her energy and leapt.
No sooner had she landed at Felicity's side than a jab from an elbow knocked her off-course. Gritting her teeth, she rolled from her sprawled position and glared up at the figure towering over her.
"Give up already," the so-called hero spat. "I don't know why I even bother teaching you a single thing. For that matter, I don't know why I even bother visiting." With that, she strode away. Once alone, Freya made no effort to suppress her shuddering as she slunk to curl up in a patch of grass.
This had never been about training. It had been about putting her in her place, just as always.
It was only later, on her own terms, that she headed back to the training ground. There was nobody nearby to smirk or mock, and some day, that last laugh would be hers. As long as she didn't lose in a different way, that was. As long as Cait Sith didn't let heroism do to her what it had done to Sphinx.
As Freya reclined afterwards for a well-earned nap, her mind drifted to playtimes of the past. If only reality could be more like childhood dreams.
Appearance:
(With black tights and ankle boots)
Name: Kerianne Morley Age: 17 Gender: Female
Hero Name: Nightwatch Quirk Name: Shadow Warp Quirk Type: Emitter Quirk Description: By touching her hand to a shadow, she can turn it into a portal leading to another shadow within 10 feet and her line of sight. It cannot be her own or that of anything she's taking with her, as they would disappear and disrupt the link. She can transport objects as long as they're things she can physically carry, but at this stage, not people.
If she overuses this, she becomes increasingly dizzy and disoriented. This side effect sets in faster if she warps into or out of a moving shadow, or if the light is such that an object or person casts multiple shadows. In the case of these multiple shadows, sometimes she accidentally warps out of the wrong one.
Ironically she cannot use her Quirk in complete darkness, as she needs to be able to see where she's going.
Inventory & Possessions:
Her clothes are always neat and tidy, casual wear and uniform alike. At school, she makes sure to have her shirt tucked in and her tie correctly done up at all times.
A portable camping lantern, which helps with her training - she places it in ways that make objects cast several shadows, and tries to get around that issue.
An iPhone with a surprising amount of rock, punk and metal music, as it helped her through some tough times, although she keeps her playlist a secret.
A photo album with old pictures of her parents. There are no pictures of her foster families, except for the most recent one.
Sample Post:
Years on, Kerianne still couldn't get used to seeing her mother like this.
"Hey Mom..." Taking in the sunken-eyed figure behind the bars was harder than ever today, considering what she had to tell her. A ghost of a smile tugged at the girl's lips, before her expression settled back into solemnity. She took a deep breath. Best to get to the point. "I've, uh... I've got some news."
Her mother advanced, prison shirt hanging off her frame. "Hey Keri. Hm, would this be good news or bad news? If you've gotten yourself into trouble again..." She gave a hollow chuckle. "I guess I'm not exactly the right person to lecture you. That seems to be your newest family's forte, not mine."
Kerianne shook her head. "No, it's not that, in fact it's kind of the opposite. Whether it's good or bad depends how you see it." She paused, glancing down at the floor for a second. "I-I went through with it, Mom. I signed up for UJ. And... I'm in."
The seconds that ticked by felt like minutes, hours even.
"Ehh..." She shuffled her feet. "Probably not what you wanted to hear, but I've been thinking, and I decided it was for the best." Immediately she regretted her words. Here she was, trying to convince her mother that putting people like her - people driven by desperation - behind bars was the right career path. She looked at her shoes again, then into the former villain's eyes, expecting anger or disappointment to darken them. Instead, she saw relief, although a soft sigh accompanied the look.
"You know," her mom replied, "I can't say you're wrong. There are worse paths to go down. Much worse paths."
Kerianne bit her lip, unsure what to say. "Don't worry," she finally answered. "When you live with a Quirk counsellor, you kind of end up reining things in anyway. I mean this is the longest anyone's kept me. We discussed this, and decided it'd be a chance to go a step further. You know, make up for everything."
A grin brightened her mother's face, restoring that lively air Kerianne hadn't seen since childhood. "Keri, I'm so, so proud of you. So glad you're getting this chance." Her voice softened, trembled. "Please, take that road, not the one your father and I took. Believe me, it's not worth it. Not worth it at all."
Throat tightening, Kerianne nodded. "I'll do my best, Mom," she said, stepping forward and letting her mother wrap those frail arms around her through the bars. She returned the hug, her resolve strengthening as she spoke. "I'll do my best to really make you proud."
At the sound of a cough, she broke away to meet the glare of a guard. "Time's up, kid," the warden announced.
For a moment longer, Kerianne's gaze rested on her mom. "Well... I'll let you know how things go. And how Dad takes it." Once they'd said their goodbyes, the blonde headed from the room. The building's oppressive atmosphere did nothing to diminish the brisk purpose in her steps.
The daughter of villains, becoming a pro hero... Was it truly possible? Was there hope where there seemed to have been none? If her mom thought so, supported and believed in her despite everything, this truly was an opportunity she had to take.
Sorry I took so long, some stuff came up, but here's my CS:
Appearance:
(The gloves are fingerless for her claws.)
Name: Freya Leander Age: 16 Gender: Female
Hero Name: Cait Sith Quirk Name: Feline Quirk Type: Mutant Quirk Description: Freya has the physical attributes of a cat, which manifest in a variety of ways. Firstly, this Quirk grants her enhanced agility and flexibility, making her a nimble fighter. While falling, she can twist around in midair and land in a way that minimises damage, although falls from great heights will still injure her as they will anyone else.
Another application is to extend claws from her fingertips that can be retracted at will. Each claw is an inch long, and if broken off, will grow back over the course of a week.
While she has acute night vision, her ability to see colours is diminished. She can't see red or pink, only dull shades of blue, green and yellow.
Whereas the average person needs around eight hours of sleep, Freya needs at least ten to feel fully rested. She tends to be lethargic in the mornings, becoming more active at night. For obvious reasons, this can cause issues with her school schedule.
Inventory & Possessions:
From her casual clothes to her hero costume, Freya wears clothes that are either loose or stretchy, so that they're easy to move in.
She almost always has seafood-flavoured snacks of some kind with her.
In her wallet is a photo of her and her sister, back when they were younger and got along better.
Sample Post:
No matter how cute a kitten seemed when playing, it only did so to become a hunter later on.
"Can't catch me!" The elder of the two children bounded across the room, turning and sticking her tongue out. Her deep-set, leonine eyes glimmered. "If a lion's the king of the jungle, that makes me the queen, and nobody beats a queen!"
The second child giggled as she raced around after her sister. "Wanna bet, Fliss?" The use of the nickname Felicity hated earned a mock growl. "And lions don't really live in the jungle, silly." In a remarkably fluid movement for someone her age, Freya leapt at Felicity, who dodged.
"Ya see?" The older sister grinned. "Point still stands, I'm going to be the greatest hero this world's ever seen! Just try catching up with me then!"
Breathless laughter filled the air as the children played. Such carefree merriment, however, couldn't last. The young had to start putting what used to be a game into practice as they grew. And growth wasn't always for the better.
"C'mon. Up." A nudge from a foot roused Freya from her sleep. "I said up."
The housecat girl stirred, her only reply a groan in the back of her throat. One yellow, slit-pupilled eye opened, fixing Felicity with a look of nonchalance before closing again. She yelped and hissed as the nudges became a kick. "Ugh, alright, alright Fliss I'm up," she mumbled, uncurling from the rug to stretch and stand. The satisfied expression plastered all over her sister's face sickened her through and through.
Felicity's sneer grew. "Glad to hear it. In case you'd forgotten, I like my sleep too, but the difference is I earn the right to rest. And don't call me Fliss. Just call me Sphinx." She gestured to the door. "So, still want to be a pro hero like me, or are you wimping out?"
She really doesn't want to know the answer to that, Freya thought, skulking after the person she'd grown up with but now barely recognised. Yes, she did want to be a pro hero. No, she didn't want to be like this particular one.
The obstacle course set up in the yard proved just as gruelling as ever. Felicity's sheer strength and skill propelled her over hurdles and under tunnels with minimal effort. "I knew it," she called, barely out of breath. "I knew you couldn't even hope to catch up."
Scrambling over netting, Freya kept that composed facade while every fibre of her seethed. What she lacked in brute force, maybe she could make up for in agility and reflexes. "You sure about that?" she said as she crouched atop the structure, mustered all her energy and leapt.
No sooner had she landed at Felicity's side than a jab from an elbow knocked her off-course. Gritting her teeth, she rolled from her sprawled position and glared up at the figure towering over her.
"Give up already," the so-called hero spat. "I don't know why I even bother teaching you a single thing. For that matter, I don't know why I even bother visiting." With that, she strode away. Once alone, Freya made no effort to suppress her shuddering as she slunk to curl up in a patch of grass.
This had never been about training. It had been about putting her in her place, just as always.
It was only later, on her own terms, that she headed back to the training ground. There was nobody nearby to smirk or mock, and some day, that last laugh would be hers. As long as she didn't lose in a different way, that was. As long as Cait Sith didn't let heroism do to her what it had done to Sphinx.
As Freya reclined afterwards for a well-earned nap, her mind drifted to playtimes of the past. If only reality could be more like childhood dreams.
Amber looked up from the claw marks to her friend, who took back the stone. "Thanks for the offer, but it's probably best if you hold on to it," she told her. "Maybe I shouldn't collect any rare crystals until Alma's better trained."
As Aedre took the blame, Amber shook her head. "No, no need, it's not your fault, Almandine's my responsibility." She stood up, but the other trainer was already heading towards the first employee she spotted. Hearing their brief conversation, Amber relaxed a little.
She sat back down, smiling up at Aedre as she returned. "Ah, good. Seems like this is just another hurdle beginner trainers have to face." Resting her hand on the green Pokeball, she added, "Still, I'll have to teach her to respect public property. As well everyone's property for that matter."
When Aedre asked about plans, Amber tilted her head, thinking over what still needed to be done in Mesalon before she left for Vareena. The caves to explore had been the main thing to draw her interest, but yesterday's encounter - informative as it had been - wasn't something she wanted to risk repeating. "Well, I guess all that's left for me to do here is the gym battle," she replied, then glanced at her Pokemon. "Got to make sure you're all prepared though..." She trailed off. One of the five was missing.
"Tacita? Where'd you go Tacita?" Turning her head, she groaned at the sight before her. On the table, where her last piece of croissant had been, was an empty plate. Right next to it, the Rowlet preened crumbs from her feathers and gave her trainer the most innocent look she could.
"Ahem." Amber fixed her with a glower. "Looks like Almandine isn't the only one I need to teach a thing or two. Just what is it with thieving Pokemo..." Remembering the Sneasel footprint, she stopped, her face an awkward rictus as she shifted her eyes towards Aedre. Her friend hadn't needed that reminder.
"Ehh, sorry." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I wasn't referring to... that. I'm guessing you'd rather focus on other things for now."
Jumping on board, I should have a character within the next few days depending on schedule, probably a hero since there are so many villain applications.
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction. <br><br>I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.</div>
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