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Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

Alrighty, here you go. I'm very interested to get your feedback on him.

The once and future king

Xevna Drowl Proeth Aestram Obble

Xevna's starting clothes are lower-quality than those pictured, with no armor or ornamentation. In addition, his mustache is a bit thicker, and curls down toward the ends. He stands at 6'4", and weighs about 200 lbs

Name: Xevna Drowl Proeth Aestram Obble (formerly Evan Lobb)
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality: Xevna can be a difficult man to place. He is polite, modest, and cordial, but his degree of understanding can at times seem to go beyond empathy and appear uncannily like mind-reading. A firm believer in hard work and personal responsibility, he cannot abide by unfairness and injustice, though he is himself rather self-centered and bears a strain of elitism. Though dignified, he is not haughty or arrogant—outwardly, at least. He dislikes conflict and fighting, but in competition is more than happy to end things as conclusively as possible. With what appears to be boundless ambition and cunning, kept in check by a gentle and compassionate demeanor, he's the sort who possesses a kind of inherent authority. While he weighs all things by what benefit they bring him, he truly does value the lives of others so long as they don't impact him negatively.

Background: Though born into a fairly wealthy Nevadan family in 1944, Evan Lobb did not sit on his hands and wait for fame and fortune to come to him. He applied the same notions of hard work and personal responsibility that lifted his parents out of poverty in order to catapult himself ever farther. His ambition and intelligence drove him to take risks, and while many didn't pay off, he never ceased trying to make something more of himself. While this took the form of schoolwork and social involvement early in his life, by the time he reached his senior year in high school he was already working part-time at the local phone company and on set to graduate as a valedictorian.

University ensued soon after, and seldom did the young man find himself with free time. Nevertheless, he supplemented the beginnings of his career and the furthering of his education with as many connections as he could make; though some thought of him as less than genuine or even conniving, he proved to be a steadfast and charismatic friend. At all times he kept a close eye on developing technologies, his hand seemingly poised to grab on once something caught his eye. As such he made a number of notable investments both before and after graduating with a Master's in economics, but nothing that panned out in a major way. A month after graduation he married Maurine Brunner, a fellow economist with whom he'd fallen in love during his lengthy college stay, and the pair entered the workforce together.

Life went well from there, if somewhat unremarkably. In 1985, however, Lobb struck gold; with enough capital set aside for just the right opportunity, he seized the chance to start his own business fulfilling a perceived need. Taking a colossal gamble, he quit his job as a Wall Street consultant and founded Apex, a resale and shipping service that took advantage of the fledgling internet. His bet paid off; Apex expanded by leaps and bounds, becoming an international institution handling all manner of products and services in the space of 20 years. Apex grew into a modern-day trading empire, with Lobb buying into businesses with stunning frequency and pushing the company forward with calculated relentlessness. In addition to shipping and selling commodities of all types, Apex harbored its own public television channel, publication agency, commercial brands, philanthropy, and university of science. Evan himself owned vacation homes in a handful of countries, and supposedly his own small island in the Atlantic. Rivals he either bought up or shut down, with every risky ploy he made derided by the media as nigh-suicidal only to pay dividends in the end. He supported beneficial organizations through charity, though his high standards for such organizations and relatively low payout brought a great deal of negative attention upon him.

By the time he reached 65 years of age, even after handing off his mighty company to the oldest of his three daughters, Evan Lobb was the wealthiest man in the world, his name synonymous with capitalism itself. Of course, there were many who thought of him as the ultimate evil, the very incarnation of greed and the lust for power, who in full seriousness referred to himself behind closed doors as the World Master. Those claims aside, there could be little doubt of either his pragmatism or opportunism, nor of his brilliance.

Regardless of the contents of his story, it came to an end in 2018. While out of the house, visiting a local college as a guest speaker, he tripped over an uneven section of sidewalk and fell. Though rushed to a hospital, his age greatly exacerbated his injuries, and he died of complications within a day. Upon reincarnation, he chose for himself a new alias, scrambling together names and titles to arrive at a sobriquet that belies power with silliness.

Gift: Ability – Control theme

Quirks and Perks:
Younger (Reincarnated much younger than when he died)
Knowledge (Business)
Very Perceptive
Charismatic (Authoritative)
Lucky

Equipment: None

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

A few pats of a paper napkin around the lips and Elliot was good to go. “Delicious, delicious carbohydrates,” he declared under his breath as he pushed open the diner door and waltzed out into the city air. Where to now, he wondered? Without bothering to answer the self-administered question he started to walk. Half the fun of large cities, he felt, was wandering around until something caught his eye. After this morning's events he felt rather disinclined to encounter any trouble, so the less reputable parts of town wouldn't do, but anywhere else would be just fine. With an dispassionate look on his face and his hands in his pockets he meandered between the Denver streets, focused solely on putting one foot in front of the other, another faceless figment of the everyday crowd.

In the course of his aimless trek Elliot found himself sequestered in a corner of Quaestor's Emporium, a multi-level bookstore whose prodigious carpet, carved wood, and filigree marked its faithful appeal to an earlier era. Sitting in a comfortable albeit reduced-price armchair by a low screen displaying a fireplace, flipping through a book on advanced barbecue techniques that captured his attention, made Elliot feel somewhat like a refined gentleman enjoying some free time in his mansion's study. The idea that he might get his life in order to that degree amused him, but his concentration lay mostly upon the incredibly in-depth methods outlined in the book. From detailing beginners' mistakes and their remedies to explaining the vastly different meats that could result from subtle variations in seasoning and grill position, the author truly knew his stuff. The portly man's visage on the front, wearing a big smile and bearing a giant slab of roast on a skewer, belied the unfathomable complexity of his subject. 'Never judge a book by its cover' was the adage, and Elliot knew all too well both how widely that principle applied and how widely people ignored it.

Despite thinking about that for a moment, Elliot did not allow any piteous musings to ruin his time with the volume, and by the time he replaced it on its shelf his mind raced with possibilities. Assumedly the HQ had a kitchen of some sort, but would the staff let a Ward try out recipes of his own? To even reach that point, he would need to get enough money together to buy ingredients. One thing he knew for certain: were his indomitable mastery to apply itself to the realm of cuisine and result in some heavenly morsel, the fruit of his labors would be for him alone. Who, after all, would help him plant the wheat?

Back into the early afternoon sun. A haphazard series of twists and turns through the avenues came next, with Elliot eyeing a number of stores but not deigning to enter. Without much of anything burning a hole in his pocket, he felt better than usual about stone-facedly walking past the homeless, but even still the sight weighed on his conscience. Who really needed help? Who would try to hurt or steal from him? Who would squander charity on drugs or alcohol? Who would tell the truth? Who were there because of their own wrongdoing, because of honest mistakes, because of another's neglect or misdeed? What could he really do to help? Legitimate concerns, but regardless of legitimacy, Elliot did not want to see people so miserable.

So he tried to make sure he didn't see them.

That couldn't stop him thinking, of course. Once being a superhero fails, I really should find a soup kitchen or something that'll actually help people. Hopefully they'll let me sample my own wares—once I'm out of the Wards, I'm as out of a livelihood as any of their clients. Not a hero, not a villain. Just a nobody. All because the ignorant morons fail to recognize my genius. “Ugh.” He glanced from side to side. Don't you people think less of me. My life is suffering, too.

Another couple of hours passed before Elliot grew too thoroughly bored with the city. “Back to the gilded cage I fly,” he muttered as he oriented himself back toward HQ. Hopefully he would encounter nobody but security on his way to his room. Seeing one of the girls' faces scrunch up with disgust as he passed by, together with the smog inhaled during his wanderings, might make him puke.

Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

Hey there. I've been watching with some interest, liking what I've been seeing, and may be applying in the near future.

I do have a question. My primary idea involves a character that was very old in the old world but upon reincarnation is somewhat younger, say, 40. I take it that doesn't count as one of the extremes you're prohibiting?

✧ Adventure Must Continue ✧

Helena

@Ithradine

From their hidden position, the scouts of Darkmoon Cathedral peered intently at the decorated carriage as its trek came to a halt. For her part Helena made sure not to watch too intently, for even in this important moment she remembered from experience that some people tended to 'feel' the eyes of dire onlookers upon them, and even the slightest chance of giving away her position could not be tolerated. The vehicle, once stopped, divulged a somewhat pretty woman with inhuman features in what appeared to be semi-ceremonial garb. Curious, Helena observed as she approached the woebegone village with an aura of serenity, drawing people to her like moths to a flame. Before she could take action, her paladin escort confronted her about something, and despite the relatively short distance and the party's generally keen senses they could not discern any hint as to the sudden conversation's contents save the momentary outrage on the woman's face.

A few seconds later the warriors seemed to relent, and with a warming smile once more the woman began her task. One after another villagers went to her, and health radiated from her palms to wash away all their ills. Healing Touch? Helena ventured to guess. As a Cantor, Tatter most likely used it at some point, but such a paltry restorative magic paled in comparison to Recover, which could heal a huge burst to even a Supreme Lord, or Treat, which provided a constant stream of health at range.

The process of healing continued, and Helena pulled herself down from the ravine wall where she'd hoisted herself to get a clear view. Hypotheses swam through her mind but, wondering if her subordinates could provide, she whispered to the other four, “What do you surmise?”

Odile spoke first, perhaps trampling Gretchen, who seemed ready with an answer as well. “Some sort of priestess, with her paladins. They look pretty weak to me. Since she came from the south, there could be an established church of some sort down there, or maybe another village and she's making the rounds with her escort.”

Without a moment's delay the witch Gretchen continued. “None of the envoy are human. The paladins are elves and the priestess a beastkin, most likely kitsune, if the species also exists here. May have something to do with that squabble between them. Humans and demihumans are often at odds. The envoy could be trying to curry favor with the human populace by ministering like this.” She tapped a wizened finger against her mask's chin. “Or perhaps demihumans are the ones in power here, and they're trying to make peace.”

A snort resounded from Tungus. “Hmph. Could just be that they're good people. We shouldn't over-analyze.”

Helena shrugged. “True, but not useful.” She hoisted herself up again to see if the situation changed. If this woman did represent some sort of religious establishment with region-wide influence, she could be a tremendous source of information. Out of her group, only Helena herself looked human -if a bit sickly- so she could head over and inquire. However, that meant thinking up a story and potentially dealing with bothersome questions, and more definitively, it would mean risking disobedience to Volaris' imperative. As tempting as squeezing the priestess would be, she could not risk it.

“If nothing happens, we'll head south,” she declared. “See if the caravan's last destination is near enough to scope out.”

Something happened.

In the distance there came a rumble, rather like a thunderclap. Helena whirled around to look at the forest and saw a trace of orange light over the trees. An instant later a wave hit her, raising the air temperature by a couple degrees. Her allies felt it too. “Commander, I'm sensing a tremendous magical discharge,” Gretchen reported, her whisper low and urgent. “To give off a wave like that from so far away we can't even see it...the power must be immense.”

Helena's muscles tensed, and her mind raced. An explosion at the Cathedral...? Impossible! That could mean only one thing. “One of the fools has gone and attacked something,” she muttered, her voice sharp enough to make her underlings flinch. “No change of plans. We have our mission.” Hopefully, the ambient disturbance wouldn't disrupt things here.

Tatter

@Lauder@Achronum

An immediate dilemma—how could one survey the guardians when most of them had left the Cathedral and dispersed who-knows-where? Tatter floated back and forth over the hallway's carpet while Es, still plagued by the shock of her demonic ascension, sat against the wall nearby hugging her newly-purple legs. Even here, halfway up the lofty Thaumaturgium, the drop on the other side of the wooden railing made Es even more sick to her stomach. At first Tatter scorned her for it, but looking back, it made sense in a medieval world where few buildings ever soared above three floors. How grand the Cathedral of the Moon must seem!

After a few minutes of ghostly pacing Tatter decided where to proceed. Hooking a few strands around Es, who gave a small squeak of protest given what happened last time, the ubergeist grabbed her and flew back into the open air, up to the Thaumaturgium's top, and through the door leading farther upward still. One corridor stairway later, the pair reached a room of countless candles and melted wax, where on the floor a teleportation ring drawn in the hardened milky substance took them to the Fallen Kingdom.

Having never seen it before, Es could only stare wide-eyed at what appeared to be an immense expanse of sunny fields. In one direction stood a structure of incredible grandiosity, and in the other lay a small hut. Tatter made a beeline for it, and after pushing open the door revealed another teleportation ring to take her and her demonic captive upward.

The pair appeared in the entrance of an utterly gargantuan arena, the warp spitting them through the darkness of its main gate. “Well, we're here,” Tatter remarked to Es, who looked more overwhelmed than any being the Soul Twister could remember. “Perfectly place for testing magic. I hope you'll continue to write down our results.”

Still dizzy from the trip, Es found it in herself to nod. “Uh...uh huh...”

Tatter released the former elf and surged toward the battleground. As the reached the edge of the seating area, she spotted a familiar figure out on the sand, sitting at a table of roots and vines. “Jack!” she cried as she threw herself over the railing and floated down toward him. The pumpkin gentleman stood up from his table as the lady approached and gave her a bow.

“Hello again, my dear!” he greeted her warmly. “Care to join us?” He motioned his hand at the table, and Tatter noticed that a few of her ally's pumpkin monsters were standing around it, all decked out with stylish hats and bow ties, and bearing cups of tea in their tendrils.

“PFFFFFAHAHAHAHA!” Tatter wailed in laughter. A moment later she composed herself, wiping a pretend tear from her eye. “That's hilarious. And so you. How have you never done anything like this before?”

Jack gave a polite smile. “I'm glad I could entertain, though I'm afraid I personally fail to grasp what's so amusing about my garden party.”

“Right.” After glancing back to watch Es making her way down the stairs into the arena, Tatter asked him, “Why'd you come here?”

Seating himself, Jack replied, “After setting up a perimeter with the esteemed Rule34, I endeavored to seek Lord Volaris out for new instructions, yet neither I nor my entourage can seem to find him anywhere. As such I decided I would patrol the entire Cathedral in the other guardians' absence and make sure my sentries are in place. I invited Rule34 along, though he got left behind somewhere. Still, he may arrive at any time.”

Tatter nodded. She drifted over the table, flipping about, and lay herself upon it. Jack looked annoyed, to which the geist yawned in reply. “...Yeah, Volaris went somewhere. He's having me and that creep Lexicon test people's magic. He might be coming too.” Es appeared in her peripheral vision, inviting a cautious look from Jack. “Oh, that's Es. Prisoner from before the guild moved. Tested the old Beast Within on her. Don't know if she's useful yet, but since I used the guild's resources I guess I gotta make sure they don't go to waste.”

A quiet laugh in disbelief could be heard from Es. “W-what a candid explanation...”

Turning her attention back on Jack, Tatter stared into his eyes from her upside-down position. “So, wanna help? Actually it's not optional, so I don't know why I asked. If Rule comes he should help too. Your spawning abilities'll be super helpful.”

Jack put down his cup of tea and sighed.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

The Lady in White

Location: Downtown
@Lazo

Evaporated like mist by the sunlight, perhaps, no eerie specters patrolled outside the building where Pithy, Dew, and the basilisk hunkered down for the night, but nevertheless something in its proximity had changed. In the middle of the street, an old-fashioned vendor’s wooden cart lay abandoned, its display cases and cushions all but empty. Only one bore any trace of what the mobile shop’s owner might have been selling: smack dab in the middle of the main shelf, without any sort of container or protection, stood a golden arrow pinning a piece of parchment to the pine.

That note bore lettering in an ugly, scratchy style, not so much childish as that of someone who had learned the language, then gone through life without ever caring to improve. Getting what you want just got a lot harder, it read. You got strong enemies, and the College may be the least of them. Your next opponent cut a deal with a real powerful bunch and is coming for you from city center. This can even the odds for you. After having to deal with that upstart Barnaby, it’s only fair you enjoy the same boon. Just stab it in, won’t be fatal. Don’t have to if you don’t want, but you’ll probably be wiped out otherwise. Good luck.

- a friend

The Cereal Killer

Location: Oldtown
@Propro

An empty moment passed before the wounded man stirred with a sudden jolt. A violent cough wracked him as he heaved onto his side, sending spittle flying across his chin and cheeks. With panicked breathing, he writhed around, eyes rolling from side to side as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Garbled words issued from him, barely discernable as questions like What happened? Where am I? What time is it? Confusion and agitation held Cyril firm, and more than anything he seemed to lack awareness. Feebly he attempted to pick himself up onto his hands and knees, but his limbs failed to support the weight of his body. After a moment of trying he slumped down onto his chest, head against the ground, and his eyes swept the horizon without focusing.

Inari

Location: What Lies Beneath
@Kapuchu

The entity known as Marotte tittered. “You fl͜a̷t͞t̶er ͝your͝self͡. Únli͟k̀e ͞our̛ ͢m̸a͜st̶er ͞I ̵do ǹot̨ s̷e͞èķ y͏o̢u͝r approv̀a̷l.̸” It made its fingers into a tent and from eyeless, crescent slits stared down at Lily over them and its hooked nose.

Nothing useful could be gleaned from the grotesque living mask of the jester as Lily disappeared, though Egon’s dispassionate gaze spoke for itself, and though I.O.’s round black eyes blinked a few times in succession he did appeared nonplussed. A few questions circulated unspoken among them: did this woman intend to play around with them, perhaps as an act of defiance to her master? Why did she follow her dismissal of what she took to be Marotte showing off with her own spectacle? Only a moment had passed in the new life of this fourfold companionship, but already Lily rubbed them the wrong way. Nevertheless, with their orders to support Lily holding firm, the denizens of Deadbeat Sky put aside the matter to proceed.

Their new acquaintance’s words infiltrated their minds, reaching them all at once, but out of the trio I.O. replied first, his answer sensible and concise. “Sure. Won’t find the enemy here, after all.” One at a time the three guardians began to move. They formed a single-file line with Egon taking the lead, Marotte prancing along behind him, and I.O. lumbering in the rear. Down the staircase they strode with purposeful haste, the titanic insect in particular taking a half-dozen steps with each of his paces, despite his rather diminutive legs.

As they approached, Lily’s unsuppressed conversation with Brucie carried to them over the empty, dead air of the great cavern. Marotte tilted its head in reply to her supposition that shapeshifting cost it any degree of effort, but he only ventured a response to its proclamation. "Ah, a͜ ̀f̀ellow̶ j̕ok̀est͠e̶r̶! ̵P͟erhap̕s͘ w̢e w̶ill gét̀ a͟loǹg."̕

A moment later the group approached Lily’s location, and in organized fashion they spread out to stand abreast, with the smaller guardians on either side of I.O. A moment passed before, after a puff of his cigar, Egon addressed her, “Since ya set the meetin’ time ‘n all, ya must be ready to head out.” The smoldering cinders of his inner eyes lay on the enormous hole in the distance, through which morning sun streamed through. “We’s good to go.”

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

A few moments’ conversation ended with both Skinner and Anger knowledgeable about one another’s findings. With both halves of the equation put together, all that remained would be to crunch the numbers. While Leonard would be continuing his perusal of the US National, Arthur could take his pick from the selection that now awaited him. “Hmm…” he mused allowed, looking over the two categories of choices and –more importantly- the proximity between pairs of them. “Given how early it is, can’t expect our comedian to be performing just yet, eh, Hogan?”

Twisting the edge of his mustache with one hand, he drew with the index finger of his other on the map splayed over the driving wheel. “Capital Laughs…somewhat near Hillwood Museum and Gardens. And Chinese Menu Comedy is very close to the National Cherry Blossom Festival. But this Theodore Roosevelt Island is right by two of the clubs.” He glanced at his reptile companion, not because he expected the crocodile to have a useful reply, but because an idea occurred to him. “Well, I’d like to get you some time to enjoy yourself. Roosevelt Island is as good a place as any.” Tossing the map into the passenger seat, Arthur began the laborious process of pulling the van out of its spot and departing the library premises.

Midday traffic made the trip a fair bit longer and more uncomfortable than it should have been, but not too much time passed before the not-at-all-suspicious white vehicle came to a stop at a parking lot on the water’s edge. Across a footbridge lay Roosevelt Island, and from here Arthur could look across the river at the stretch of building that housed the two somewhat obscure comedy clubs he read about earlier. He extracted himself from his seat, slammed shut the door, and strode around to the van’s backside. The back doors flew open, bathing the cooped-up creature in sunlight. “Alright, bud, let’s go. Nice area to walk around in while we look for the guy.” He waved a hand at the scenery across the bridge. “If you don’t mind, I’ll tell people you’re trained. If they ask me to prove it, I’d like you to lend a hand. Okay?”

Kokoro Academy - A My Hero Academia RP (12/12 Slots)

Goro Douglas

Name: Douglas, Goro
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:

While naturally inclined toward slenderness, his is a body he has worked to strengthen. The majority of his form is rubbery and fiercely luminescent, though toward the extremities it becomes ordinary skin, though very tan. Goro stands at 5'9” and weighs 150 lbs.
Personality: Goro is empathetic, polite, eloquent, and highly moral, but also tends to be overanxious and can act brashly. Moreover, he possesses a powerful inferiority complex that convinces him that the reason people don't like or respect him is that he doesn't do enough for them to prove his worthiness. He doesn't typically take the initiative in interacting with others, and is inclined toward both giving up on others and thinking little of himself. However, he does fundamentally want to help others out and make their lives easier, reasoning that everyone deserves peace and happiness, and on occasion he does manage to open up and let his light shine.
Abridged History: The son of an immigrant from America and a native Japanese woman, Goro faced a troubled upbringing, due in no small part to his quirk. Despite possessing a power that seemingly demands that he stand out, he spent much of his childhood trying to hide once it manifested. His parents, though eternally strapped for cash and somewhat hindered by his father's lack of familiarity with the culture, provided for him as best they could, but he remained a social and economic outcast. Though things often seemed bleak, he never stopped admiring the world's heroes, particularly those who through will and ingenuity turned mundane or unfortunate quirks into formidable tools of justice. Desperate to make something of himself, he often volunteered or took odd jobs, and when the chance came he worked part-time alongside school. His sights never left heroism, however, and he made it his goal to enroll at a hero academy.
Quirk: Vitalight – a Mutation-type quirk that's led Goro's tissues, primarily on his torso and head, to produce large amounts of light not unlike sunlight. Though this quirk is always at work, Goro can to a degree control how much light is produced and how strong it is, most acutely through his face. The light he gives off contains a very high concentration of energetic nutrients, and when a steady amount is provided to another individual, it contiuously replenishes stamina and -if the subject has a quirk- also continuously 'refills' that person's quirk, allowing it to be used longer and a bit stronger than normal. Goro can also 'flash' his light in a very strong, directed burst capable of blinding or even stunning a target.

Of course, Vitalight is not without its drawbacks. Support provided to someone else demands that Goro continuously shine his light on not just that target but that target's skin, which means he has to concentrate to maintain his aim and that support can't be given to heavily-clothed targets. More glaringly, Goro possesses a finite amount of extra light to give, drawing from his own stamina. Bursts take an impractical amount of stamina, and said bursts are ineffective against enemies wearing eye protection, not facing him, and even closing their eyes.

Questions:

• Given its reputation, why apply to Kokoro Academy?
  “I'd like to say that it's because this school, in a way, is the most appealing. To be candid, my family is not terribly well-off, either in terms of money or social standing. That means other schools are simply beyond our means. Plus, while my quirk is good it isn't scholarship material and I'm not the sort of natural prodigy that some of the other schools are looking for. Most people in my position would have chosen a normal career, but I still want to be a hero, so I'm taking the best path I can.”
• Why do you want to be a professional hero?
  “There's a lot of suffering in the world. A lot of people struggle to live day to day, whether that means finding a job, finding a partner, or finding a reason to live. I've had it rough myself, but I always looked up to real heroes. No matter what heavy burdens weigh upon them, they persevere and attempt to make the world a better place. So that's what I want to do, too. To ease the suffering, and especially to take a stand against the kind of people who're more than happy to make things worse for everyone.”
• What kind of professional hero do you want to become?
  “I see myself becoming a support hero, the kind of person who's a pivotal part of a team or the partner anyone can rely on. My quirk can make other people stronger, after all. I'd be more than happy to be a 'hero of heroes', so to speak, by which I mean I help out the people who're so busy helping others that they might not realize they need help themselves.”
• Best describe yourself in five sentences.
  “W-well...I am conscientious, always trying to do right by others and by the law. I'm somewhat of a perfectionist, so for me there's no ' it's good enough' or 'it's probably nothing' or 'it's not my responsibility'. If I make a mistake, I own it and learn from it; there's never a limit to doing and being better. Even if I don't become the next number-one hero, I know that I can in some small part make the world a better place, so I suppose I'm an optimist too.”
• What are you interests and hobbies?
  "I work a lot outside of school, and with free time I also do some volunteer work, but as for typical hobbies I'd probably say gymnastics and reading. Healthy mind, healthy body. If it counts, I also tend the roof garden on our apartment. There's a certain satisfaction to growing your own food, you know?”
• Are there any notable accomplishments you want to us to be aware of?
  “...If you mean academic accomplishments or awards, I'm...uh, not in possession of any, regrettably. Always someone just a bit better.”
• Tell us something about your quirk that most might not know? Any events or memories, be it joyous or ill, tied to it?
  “With my quirk, growing food is much faster than usual. The roof garden I mentioned is very important to me, since our family's poor. It's kept us going during the especially hard times, and the feeling of giving back to my parents when they've done so much for me is like nothing else in the world. Makes me feel like I'm really making a difference for the better. And when I've had extra, I take it to the shelter I volunteer at. The gratitude of the people there...it's the same way. That feelings like I really can be a hero.”
• Why should we consider you over the other applicants? What can you offer that they cannot?
  "I touched on this in the 'five sentences' section, but I'd say I offer a solid work ethic, a positive and honest attitude, and versatility. My quirk can be used for offense or defense, helping injured civilians or search-and-rescue in dark places. As for me personally, I can step into whatever role I'm needed in. Leader, follower, risk-taker, compassionate friend, whatever; I'll figure out what it's about and give it my all. I want nothing more than to leave this world more full of joy and peace than I found it."

Kokoro Academy - A My Hero Academia RP (12/12 Slots)

Here's my application! I hope it proves satisfactory.

The thoughtful outcast, Goro

Name: Douglas, Goro
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:

While naturally inclined toward slenderness, his is a body he has worked to strengthen. The majority of his form is rubbery and fiercely luminescent, though toward the extremities it becomes ordinary skin, though very tan. Goro stands at 5'9” and weighs 150 lbs.
Personality: Goro is empathetic, polite, eloquent, and highly moral, but also tends to be overanxious and can act brashly. Moreover, he possesses a powerful inferiority complex that convinces him that the reason people don't like or respect him is that he doesn't do enough for them to prove his worthiness. He doesn't typically take the initiative in interacting with others, and is inclined toward both giving up on others and thinking little of himself. However, he does fundamentally want to help others out and make their lives easier, reasoning that everyone deserves peace and happiness, and on occasion he does manage to open up and let his light shine.
Abridged History: The son of an immigrant from America and a native Japanese woman, Goro faced a troubled upbringing, due in no small part to his quirk. Despite possessing a power that seemingly demands that he stand out, he spent much of his childhood trying to hide once it manifested. His parents, though eternally strapped for cash and somewhat hindered by his father's lack of familiarity with the culture, provided for him as best they could, but he remained a social and economic outcast. Though things often seemed bleak, he never stopped admiring the world's heroes, particularly those who through will and ingenuity turned mundane or unfortunate quirks into formidable tools of justice. Desperate to make something of himself, he often volunteered or took odd jobs, and when the chance came he worked part-time alongside school. His sights never left heroism, however, and he made it his goal to enroll at a hero academy.
Quirk: Vitalight – a Mutation-type quirk that's led Goro's tissues, primarily on his torso and head, to produce large amounts of light not unlike sunlight. Though this quirk is always at work, Goro can to a degree control how much light is produced and how strong it is, most acutely through his face. The light he gives off contains a very high concentration of energetic nutrients, and when a steady amount is provided to another individual, it contiuously replenishes stamina and -if the subject has a quirk- also continuously 'refills' that person's quirk, allowing it to be used longer and a bit stronger than normal. Goro can also 'flash' his light in a very strong, directed burst capable of blinding or even stunning a target.

Of course, Vitalight is not without its drawbacks. Support provided to someone else demands that Goro continuously shine his light on not just that target but that target's skin, which means he has to concentrate to maintain his aim and that support can't be given to heavily-clothed targets. More glaringly, Goro possesses a finite amount of extra light to give, drawing from his own stamina. Bursts take an impractical amount of stamina, and said bursts are ineffective against enemies wearing eye protection, not facing him, and even closing their eyes.

Questions:

• Given its reputation, why apply to Kokoro Academy?
  “I'd like to say that it's because this school, in a way, is the most appealing. To be candid, my family is not terribly well-off, either in terms of money or social standing. That means other schools are simply beyond our means. Plus, while my quirk is good it isn't scholarship material and I'm not the sort of natural prodigy that some of the other schools are looking for. Most people in my position would have chosen a normal career, but I still want to be a hero, so I'm taking the best path I can.”
• Why do you want to be a professional hero?
  “There's a lot of suffering in the world. A lot of people struggle to live day to day, whether that means finding a job, finding a partner, or finding a reason to live. I've had it rough myself, but I always looked up to real heroes. No matter what heavy burdens weigh upon them, they persevere and attempt to make the world a better place. So that's what I want to do, too. To ease the suffering, and especially to take a stand against the kind of people who're more than happy to make things worse for everyone.”
• What kind of professional hero do you want to become?
  “I see myself becoming a support hero, the kind of person who's a pivotal part of a team or the partner anyone can rely on. My quirk can make other people stronger, after all. I'd be more than happy to be a 'hero of heroes', so to speak, by which I mean I help out the people who're so busy helping others that they might not realize they need help themselves.”
• Best describe yourself in five sentences.
  “W-well...I am conscientious, always trying to do right by others and by the law. I'm somewhat of a perfectionist, so for me there's no ' it's good enough' or 'it's probably nothing' or 'it's not my responsibility'. If I make a mistake, I own it and learn from it; there's never a limit to doing and being better. Even if I don't become the next number-one hero, I know that I can in some small part make the world a better place, so I suppose I'm an optimist too.”
• What are you interests and hobbies?
  "I work a lot outside of school, and with free time I also do some volunteer work, but as for typical hobbies I'd probably say gymnastics and reading. Healthy mind, healthy body. If it counts, I also tend the roof garden on our apartment. There's a certain satisfaction to growing your own food, you know?”
• Are there any notable accomplishments you want to us to be aware of?
  “...If you mean academic accomplishments or awards, I'm...uh, not in possession of any, regrettably. Always someone just a bit better.”
• Tell us something about your quirk that most might not know? Any events or memories, be it joyous or ill, tied to it?
  “With my quirk, growing food is much faster than usual. The roof garden I mentioned is very important to me, since our family's poor. It's kept us going during the especially hard times, and the feeling of giving back to my parents when they've done so much for me is like nothing else in the world. Makes me feel like I'm really making a difference for the better. And when I've had extra, I take it to the shelter I volunteer at. The gratitude of the people there...it's the same way. That feelings like I really can be a hero.”
• Why should we consider you over the other applicants? What can you offer that they cannot?
  "I touched on this in the 'five sentences' section, but I'd say I offer a solid work ethic, a positive and honest attitude, and versatility. My quirk can be used for offense or defense, helping injured civilians or search-and-rescue in dark places. As for me personally, I can step into whatever role I'm needed in. Leader, follower, risk-taker, compassionate friend, whatever; I'll figure out what it's about and give it my all. I want nothing more than to leave this world more full of joy and peace than I found it."

Kokoro Academy - A My Hero Academia RP (12/12 Slots)

I'm interested in throwing my hat into the ring, but it looks like you might have enough applications to have a full roster anyway. Is there still a reasonable shot at getting in at this point?

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Following his return to the van and a quick 'hello' to Hogan, Arthur seated himself behind the wheel and pored over the list he extracted from the library's database. He did not take long to conclude that out of every option, DC Improv appeared to be the most popular, or at least the most visited. That meant a decent chance of finding his target there—at least, compared to the chance of finding the person of interest at any of the others, for there were many choices for how little there was to go on. Trying to find a single person at any one of these places seemed no better than fumbling in the dark, or throwing a dart blindfolded. He needed to narrow down his search.

Arthur glanced through the window, back at the route he came. Should he go back in and try to find more information? A lightbulb went off in his head. He was, after all, part of a team. A moment of rummaging in his pockets produced Skinner's business card, and the mustached man set about punching the numbers into his phone.

A couple rings came through the line, then a click? “Hello?” Hogan would be able to hear from the van's from. “It's me, Arthur. I've just gotten a list of the city comedy clubs. If you've turned up any info on any gardens or anything, we can help each other out by figuring out places to go that have both clubs and gardens nearby.”