Lugubrious

Jigokuraku Academy

@Delta44@Stern Algorithm@ShwiggityShwah

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A few words from a skinny guy a couple feet to Goro's right bade him look Shun's way. Despite considering the possibility of teaming up with someone else mere moments ago, the turquoise-topped boy's direct suggestion of it made him think twice. Reaching up into his hood to rub the back of his neck, Goro wondered if that would really be a good idea. True, the offputtingly-young exam giver did not prohibit cooperation, but if this test determined whether or not an individual would be entering Jigokuraku, engaging in teamwork might be the biggest blunder one could make.

As he pondered the issue at hand, remaining on guard for the start signal that could come at any moment, he made an effort to take notice of everyone who spoke up and how they responded. A stuttery purple-eyed girl agreed with the idea of cooperation and tentatively began to outline a strategy, while a girl with harshly-divided black and white hair voiced both her intentions and her compliance with the idea in a rather self-aggrandizing manner. Goro made a mental to keep a look out for what she could do. In the meantime, he happened to notice a fellow a little way off from the group of students, quietly engaged in a serious one-man jam session. Either he really loved his craft, Goro reasoned, or it had something to do with his quirk.

The next moment he, along with everyone else, was confronted by a tall black-haired girl's authoritatively belting out her conclusions. Unseen to his peers, Goro's eyebrows rose; he had not considered that the proctor's spectacle with the dummy might be a trick. But how unfair that would be! If the Jigokuraku staff saw fit to throw curveballs from moment one, things would be difficult to say the least. His surprised brow became furrowed as he mulled over the rest of what the prominent speaker said, particularly as she started drawing up battle plans as though teamwork was a given at this point. He did not expect her to appear before him a moment later.

He straightened out, slightly startled, and made eye contact. Hers lay a bit too high on his face, though he could not at all blame her. She introduced herself as Mari, and inquired as to his plans. As someone still on the fence about the idea of group-working a test, he tried to keep his reply vague. “Oh! ...Well, I suppose I'd be more on the rescue side of things, though I've got a killer surprise in store in case of villains.”

She seemed to already be looking elsewhere as he spoke, trying to cover as much ground as possible. Unbeknownst to Goro, his utterly imperceptible mouth meant that Mari could not read his lips whatsoever, meaning that unless her hearing aids worked particularly well this morning his response might miss her altogether.

A moment later the semi-egotistical chick piped up again with a clarification that seemingly flew in the face of what she said earlier. Moreover, her attitude seemed to have changed, from boldly declarative to thoroughly contemplative. Despite that Goro knew that every word that came out of her mouth now made total sense. A test meant a challenge of one's personal ability, and the individual either passed or failed. Muddying the water with teams meant not only things like less capable students riding others' coattails but also things like splitting up the point-conferring dummies.

When she finished he gave a nod, bobbing his light up and down. “We can't make our own interpretations of things like tests because of what we think heroes would do. Right now we're just students, so that's how we should approach things. And I've never taken a group test.” It occurred to him that some of the others, Mari and turquoise team player in particular, might think that he was being critical. He didn't allow this to worry them, reasoning that the most helpful thing to do would be to not withhold important information, whether or not it went against what they said.

For a moment he found himself distracted by the dramatic finale of the rocker guy from earlier, who sent himself skidding across the cracked pavement to slap Black-n-White on the butt. Goro blinked twice to make sure he didn't misunderstand the situation. After seemingly realizing himself, as if the whole thing could have possible been an accident, the dude played it off as though nothing was wrong. “Now that's a power move,” Goro joked to himself. Not just making the competition stronger, but making his first impression 'butt toucher.'

Whatever anyone else might have aid about the incident was trampled under the wrathful shout of the turbine-bearing dude. While Goro's face curled up in disgust, he could not find himself discounting much of what the guy said, though he by no means needed to be such a dick about it. If he felt like making an enemy of every potential classmate, Goro decided, good for him. When he needed help, Goro would be there anyway.

Still, the jerk's words did fire something up in him. Cruddy quirk or no, Goro would be putting every ounce of himself into his test. Being a hero someday meant shining on this stage now. In the silence that followed the aggressive tirade, Goro said, “Petty insults aside, he's not wrong. Today each of us has to show what it takes to start down the road to being a hero. That probably means showing what we can do alone.” He smiled again, the light from his face becoming a touch warmer. “Once we ace it, though, we'll be a team, and I'm sure we can all be friends.”

Jigokuraku Academy

@follycle

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A dreary, overcast sky, so replete with lazy, heavy clouds that they sunk down to blanket the ground as thickly as they did the air—this felt typical for Kirisama, and mundane to its residents. No mystique surrounded the dark silhouettes moving in the distance, nor the lamplights seemingly suspended in midair, nor the glaring beacons cruising along the city's roads. Today, however, a citizen might glance with some curiosity at the roving spotlight that shone from the side of the bulky form of a bus as it passed him or her by. This yellow stream, very much like a ray of sunlight, pierced the fog to alight on some interesting bit of the scenery for a moment, then divert elsewhere as the vehicle moved on.

For Goro, a resident of Kirisama for less than a year, the fog still held some of its mystique. Kirisama might be a pile, maybe even worse than his home town due to all the villain activity over the years, but it looked at least half-redeemable when only half-visible. The fog and the unknown, half-glimpsed shapes within it brought to mind clips of an American movie he'd happened to see some time ago. In it, he remembered, a rolling, nightmarish mist birthed forth horrific monsters to terrify the residents of some hapless American town. Of course, he felt no fear, but between that and sort of feeling like some kind of sentry, scanning the outside for any sign of trouble, there remained just enough of a thrill for him to avoid succumbing to boredom.

Then again, the inside of the bus was far more interesting than the outside, though in an altogether different fashion. Goro's lack of contact with people that might be termed 'non-civilians' prevented him from establishing any kind of expectations in the first place, but never would he have expected this. His eyes, just as radiant and his face and therefore invisible to anyone who might glance at him, had already spent some time roving among the bus's occupants while the light from his face went out the window. Out of the sixteen young people jouncing along the ragged road in their ramshackle kid-container, ten were of the fairer sex, and Goro couldn't help but be feel overwhelmed.

From the punkish-looking one to the cat-eared girl to the aqua-haired miss, all stood out to him as strikingly attractive. Just thinking about that made Goro furrow his brow, as though he'd already committed some heinous act that might lead the others to hate him. He needed to be thoughtful about every action he took, taking every precaution to avoid coming off as weird or servile while also being as considerate and compassionate as possible. That didn't just go for girls, of course, but for dudes and teachers too. People might blow him off or not take him seriously, he knew, because of his light, and if he did not strive to prove himself the perfect samaritan at every chance, nobody would like or respect him.

Sighing, Goro held a hand to his temples, temporarily blocking the light. The stress would remain with him forever, but letting it mount like that just now would only make things harder. After tightening the drawstrings on his hood, he resumed his vigil and the wait for the bus's jerky chugging to cease.

-=-=-

Once the bus reached its destination, the passengers -out of boredom or eagerness- did not hesitate to disembark. Goro made sure to allow everyone in his vicinity to go before him before vacating the bus himself. Outside, he was struck first by the cold and then by the sight of heaps of rubbish, the neglected rubble left behind by some tragedy. It stretched out before the group until it vanished into the fog, making it look very much like some ancient ruinous waste rather than just a destroyed section of town. “...How sad.” How many people lost their livelihoods -or even their lives- when whatever wrecked this place came through? What were those people doing now?

Goro shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. Today he needed to focus on the test that lay before him. Once he became a hero, he knew, he could really start helping people like those whose homes and jobs once stood here. Crossing his arms to show his seriousness, he gave the unknown girl who seemed to be the test giver his full attention. She spoke of villains and civilians, which he couldn't discern meant actual people until she produced a little dummy. Her rather rough treatment of it prompted him to stare after the doll incredulously, but in the end he knew that meant a bit less skin off his back. If this test required any formal rescue training, after all, he'd be screwed before he even began.

What the girl said about villains bothered him a touch, since there wouldn't be much point in their special treatment if they were dummies as well. Compared to what Goro took some of the others' quirks to be, like the blue guy's turbines or the collar-wearing girl's metal limbs, his quirk boasted very little use in combat. He could only do one thing offensively. “Just gotta hope that's enough,” he breathed, saying it aloud in an effort to psych himself up. Once again his eyes flitted between the students. Things would be easier if he could strike up some kind of partnership, since allies could benefit way more from it than he could. But who would agree to such a thing? Goro didn't even want to think about approaching someone to ask.

The stranger's brief explanation came to a close with her already halfway through the crowd of students on the way to the bus. Goro moved out of the way with room to spare, wondering about when the signal would come. The anticipation alone made his heart start to beat faster. Noticing another student doing some warm-ups, he took the idea and started to stretch himself, staring out across the rubble while trying to think of a game plan.

Lost in thought, he almost jumped in surprise when a voice a few feet away from him cried out an enthusiastic encouragement. The pretty, red-haired girl it belonged to looked pumped to get started—a bit of warmth and sunniness on a dull, heavy day. He blinked twice. That was what he should be doing! The realization that he'd been thinking only of himself was embarrassing, but he knew how to make up for it.

He clapped his hands, a smile appearing on his face though nobody could see it. “Hear, hear! With a group like this, we're gonna do great.” The last thing he wanted to do was to go out on a limb in front of strangers, but the others would get that crucial first impression sooner or later, so he might as well try to make it himself. “Good to meet you all! Dogorasu Goro, at your service.”

Jigokuraku Academy

Goro's family moved in after the reclamation.

Jigokuraku Academy

The Light-headed Lad

Character Quote: “I've got you. Don't hold back!”
Name: Dogorasu, Goro
Age: 15
Height: 5'10”
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Decently toned, though not large
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. This light, replete with energetic nutrients, continuously replenishes the stamina and -if applicable- the quirk of the target. This 'replenishment' delays or reduces the onset of quirks' negative effects while refilling whatever bodily resources they use

Description: Though he grew up in rather dark circumstances as the son of a poor and somewhat disreputable family in Rumoi, Hokkaido, Goro manages to be a ray of light to those around him—in more way than one. Of course, as a result of his Quirk his skin pretty much everywhere but his extremities glows a warm yellow, so much so that practically nobody has ever seen his face for the light given off by its surface. However, he's also empathetic, polite, considerate, and generous, believing that everyone deserves peace and happiness, and acting often to help them come about. This spirit of his developed, rather than dimming, during his bleak childhood, strengthened by his parents' determination to provide for him as best they could even though money was scarce and misfortune prodigious. However, during the period after the move, even that might have not been enough had Goro not had a chance encounter.

He knew about heroes, of course, but other than the single grizzled guardian of his hometown, Kingfisher, he had never really met one. For a time Goro thought, after reading about heroism in book and watching it in movies and TV shows, that the professionals were something of a sham. Thriving on publicity and gathering wealth in a made race for that number-one spot, they seemed more like celebrities that than heroes. Did they fight villains? Sure, but he never saw them volunteering among the poor or sick, trying to save not just lives, but people. A time after his family moved, however, he found someone on the roof of his apartment building. Sitting right next to Goro's usual spot was a dull-eyed man in a labcoat, tinkering with a golf cart-sized mech designed like a sumo wrestler. Goro remembered being struck by how tired and sad the man looked, and he asked if he could help.

The two ended up talking for a while, and though Goro wasn't much help mechanically, he learned quite a bit. The stranger, Honda, was one of the professional heroes he reviled, but he was also a man struggling both to feed his family and to shoulder the burden of being responsible for the lives of others and not always being able to save them. Through Honda, Goro learned that heroes weren't supermen whose whims decided the fate of lesser beings, but humans who suffered just as much as the rest. He learned that they, too, need help sometimes--and he learned that anyone could do good in the world, hero or not, no matter their power or the scope of their achievements, so long as they tried.

Goro carried those lessons with him into the future. The ideas of peace and happiness for all, mere ideals for all but himself and his family in his youth, drove him to act. When able, he worked odd jobs and volunteered to make money and help others, including using his Quirk to grow crops on his apartment's roof for food and sale. With his parents and the heroes like Honda as an example, who strove to remain strong and do good despite all that assailed him, he sought to make a difference in others' lives through compassion. Aside from those examples, however, he found he was spurred on by a strong inferiority complex. It drove him to seek approval and validation through service or kindness whenever possible in order to prove his worthiness of being liked and respected by others, and in order to try and prove himself a good person. Whatever good he did, he felt compelled to keep it up, lest others forget what he did for them and why they bothered having him around. This somewhat self-sacrificing behavior, moderated by conscientiousness, strong morality, and good judgment, remained with him. Eventually, he decided that he would try to become an official hero after all. To do so, he needed to find a school, and he soon found that -all things considered- there was only one option.

Miscellaneous: His hobbies include gardening and cooking, both of which he's pretty good at. While not a player of sports, he does like watching them, and he exercises daily.

✧ Adventure Must Continue ✧

Helena

@Ithradine

A quick peep over the ravine's edge confirmed that the priestess seemed to notice, as well. A mixture of curiosity and worry adorned the woman's face, and when her guardians moved to evacuate her, she did not resist. Curiously the humans appeared to be unaware, which baffled Helena given the noise, vibration, and ambient rise in temperature, but she soon reasoned that her senses must simply be more acute than theirs. Regardless, the holy company made haste to depart, with the carriage rolling out once again in a matter of moments. Ah, well, Helena thought. Can't be helped. At least there seemed to be no impulse to find out what the source of the disturbance was, which is prudent. Though no benefit to the Cathedral came to mind, the ghoul commander could not stop herself looking over the faces of the peasant crowd. Every one of the humans looked more full of life, able to stand a little taller with smiles of joy on their faces. That woman...even if here just for a moment, she changed these people's lives for the better. A hint of a wistful smile tugged at the corners of Helena's mouth. She would not at all have minded such looks of happiness and fulfillment directed at her.

“...Commander?”

With a slight start, Helena turned about at speed. Tungus, who spoke, instinctively recoiled, but the visage of annoyance on Helena's face was not meant for him. Her loathing fell upon herself for having let herself be distracted by something of no consequence to her guild. Composing herself in an instant, she clasped her hands behind her back and replied. “Yes?”

Tungus pointed a thumb in the direction of the southern road. “Spotted some'ne 'eaded this way, boss. A ways out and movin' slow, but take a look.”

After moving across the ravine toward where it sloped up and going prone, Helena did exactly that. Through the fronds of grass her sharp eyes could make out a solitary individual, also human, clothed in white. The cleanliness and the starkness of her garb contrasted the pastoral world around her utterly, but not so much as the weapon she possessed. Held in one hand as easily as Tatter might hold her Steward's Wand despite appearing heavy enough to tax any human, the scythe glimmered in the daylight menacingly. The lady in white walked as though in a trance, no emotion shown on her face nor awareness given to her surroundings, in the direction of the village. More than that, however, Helena got the feeling that this mysterious new arrival was headed toward her.

The notion intrigued her enough to give the situation some thought. Scythes, though ostensibly implements for farming and fittingly unwieldy, often appeared as the weapons of choice for reapers, liches, and devils, whose natural abilities made moot the tools' impracticality. More to the point, they carried with them the connotation of death, supposedly reaping lives as effortlessly as they reaped grain. Could it be that this stranger sensed death, or undeath? Not unreasonable to assume, though why then would she be targeting Helena? I'm no expert of monsters, but I'm sure that ghouls are not undead. I was returned from death, but using a flawed Revive spell rather than necromancy, which Tatter used Ghoul Vitae to complete. More plausibly, the stranger could sense monsters, or perhaps malefic auras. If so, that tidbit might just be the most poignant info Helena found so far, since it would mean that measures would have to be taken for aura or essence masking for future expeditions.

Helena backpedaled back down into the ravine until she could crouch while remaining out of sight. Urgency in her voice, she gave her orders. “Head deeper into the ravine so that you're out of sight and move into the forest with Wide Warp. Lieutenant Gretchen, Warp back here after you move the two of them. Our aim is to maintain stealth and disengage, of course, but if that woman can detect us through some extrasensory method, we must deal with her. Go.” The group, save Helena herself, began to move at once. They hurried into the lowest point of the ravine and a moment later vanished in a black cloud, leaving their commander alone to watch. This will tell us who she's after, if any of us. Could be that her target's the village itself, or perhaps the priestess and her crew, though this one's moving far too slowly to have been in pursuit of that carriage. If it turned out that the stranger could sense Helena despite the magical masking provided by the Skulker's Veil, things could get interesting.

Tatter

@FalloutJack@Ithradine

With a solemn, woeful air, Jack patted his oblivious Bruiserjack farewell and retreated to an optimal distance. After watching the corpulent plant monster looking around for a moment, the pumpkin dandy threw a beseeching glance Tatter's way. “Must I truly invite annihilation upon so innocent and innocuous a henchman? Barely has my piteous creation begun its ponderous existence, yet for the sake of your hideous experiments I am obliged to exterminate him.” Jack laid the back of one hand against his orange forehead to emphasize the tragedy of the situation.

Tatter's disregard, meanwhile, could not be more pointed. “You can just make more, pal. Besides, I'm doing this because Volaris asked me to. You're not going to go against the will of Supreme Lord, are you...?”

She knew that Jack never intended to, but rather was compelled to milk the situation for dramatic effect. As she expected, he shook his head in theatrical fashion and squared his stance. “Vine Scourge!” he cried, and one of his hands shot out to form a barbed tendril. He lashed it across the Bruiserjack, slicing into its rubbery flesh and sending a spray of greenish fluid into the air. The creature moaned, but Jack did not relent, whipping it again and again until it was covered in bleeding gashes. A moment later his vine arm retracted, and he called out, “Infect!” His arm twisted to form sickle-like protrusion replete with dripping spines, and with an expert step forward Jack smashed it into the Bruiserjack. A second later clouds of poisonous gas welled forth from its bleeding wounds, bringing the monster to its knees in a moment.

With a nod as his final farewell, Jack altered his arm one last time, making it into a thorn-covered scythe. “...Expunge!” At maximum force he ripped into his own minion with the weapon, and its afflictions exploded, a massive amount of fluid blasting from each wound. Gurgling its last, the Bruiserjack fell apart into drenched chunks.

Jack recoiled, rushing to brush the plant matter from his cloak. “Eugh! How repulsive! I don't remember those attacks being so...hideously visceral. I imagine I shall have nightmares for days.”

A giggle could be heard from Tatter. “Guess everything works then, maybe even better than it used to. Got all that, Es?”

The demon elf nodded, holding up her stack of papers. “Yes, Miss Tatter! All of Jack's spells and actions exceed expectations.” Her gazed hovered over the gigantic patches of corn seeded, grown, and engorged moments ago.

Tatter sighed, crossing her arms. “Kind of a shame neither Rule nor Lexicon showed up. Where is everyone?”

She looked at Jack expectantly, but he didn't seem to notice. Her woven brows narrowed at this. “Hey, you're not ignoring me, are ya pumpkin head?”

The gentleman held up a finger. In his empty eyes a subtle lime-green glow could just be made out. “My sentries! They behold the magnificence of Morningstar, poised to enter the Cathedral. She seems to have a captive. Her dulcet tones address Lord Volaris.” The glow faded, and a look of irritation came across his face. “It would be my joy to bid her welcome, yet here I am, sequestered on the fourth floor.”

Already Tatter was soaring away, making a beeline for one of the great banners hanging over the spectators' seats. “Don't worry your hollow orange noggin there, Jack. I'll zip on over and say hi. Make sure to clean up your mess!” A moment later her body hit the tapestry and went limp as her spirit transferred through the enchanted cloth.

-=-=-

Just after Morningstar made her way through the Cathedral's main entrance, watched at all times by Jack's pumpkin monster sentries, one of the nearby wall hangings began to unravel itself. The lengths of cloth danced through the air like a flock of flying snakes, and when they grew close enough they wove together into the shape of a young girl. Tatter did not bother forming her lower half, as usual, instead letting those strands drift about in a fittingly ghostlike manner. Her bright teal eyes fixated upon the new arrivals, and the sun from outside shown upon her mischievous smile.

“Hey Starry. How's it been? Volaris isn't here right now -or pretty much anyone else, for that matter- but if you'd like to leave a message...?” She snickered, floating closer so that she could get a good look at the old, battered man in Morningstar's clutches. “So who's this ancient mess? If you violated Volaris's orders to stay stealthy already, he must be pretty important...” The Ubergeist caught a glimpse of the bones poking through Lucius' wounded back and grimaced. “Ew! Honestly, he could go at any second in this state. Want me to fix him up? If you were planning an interview, it'd be better if he remained conscious.” She put her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer from the king's captor as though he weren't there.

Jigokuraku Academy Int Chek (Hero Academia AU)

The light-headed lad

Character Quote: “I've got you. Don't hold back!”
Name: Dogorasu, Goro
Age: 15
Height: 5'10”
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Decently toned, though not large
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. This light, replete with energetic nutrients, continuously replenishes the stamina and -if applicable- the quirk of the target. This 'replenishment' delays or reduces the onset of quirks' negative effects while refilling whatever bodily resources they use

Description: Though he grew up in rather dark circumstances as the son of a poor and somewhat disreputable family in Rumoi, Hokkaido, Goro manages to be a ray of light to those around him—in more way than one. Of course, as a result of his Quirk his skin pretty much everywhere but his extremities glows a warm yellow, so much so that practically nobody has ever seen his face for the light given off by its surface. However, he's also empathetic, polite, considerate, and generous, believing that everyone deserves peace and happiness, and acting often to help them come about. This spirit of his developed, rather than dimming, during his bleak childhood, strengthened by his parents' determination to provide for him as best they could even though money was scarce and misfortune prodigious. However, during the period after the move, even that might have not been enough had Goro not had a chance encounter.

He knew about heroes, of course, but other than the single grizzled guardian of his hometown, Kingfisher, he had never really met one. For a time Goro thought, after reading about heroism in book and watching it in movies and TV shows, that the professionals were something of a sham. Thriving on publicity and gathering wealth in a made race for that number-one spot, they seemed more like celebrities that than heroes. Did they fight villains? Sure, but he never saw them volunteering among the poor or sick, trying to save not just lives, but people. A time after his family moved, however, he found someone on the roof of his apartment building. Sitting right next to Goro's usual spot was a dull-eyed man in a labcoat, tinkering with a golf cart-sized mech designed like a sumo wrestler. Goro remembered being struck by how tired and sad the man looked, and he asked if he could help.

The two ended up talking for a while, and though Goro wasn't much help mechanically, he learned quite a bit. The stranger, Honda, was one of the professional heroes he reviled, but he was also a man struggling both to feed his family and to shoulder the burden of being responsible for the lives of others and not always being able to save them. Through Honda, Goro learned that heroes weren't supermen whose whims decided the fate of lesser beings, but humans who suffered just as much as the rest. He learned that they, too, need help sometimes--and he learned that anyone could do good in the world, hero or not, no matter their power or the scope of their achievements, so long as they tried.

Goro carried those lessons with him into the future. The ideas of peace and happiness for all, mere ideals for all but himself and his family in his youth, drove him to act. When able, he worked odd jobs and volunteered to make money and help others, including using his Quirk to grow crops on his apartment's roof for food and sale. With his parents and the heroes like Honda as an example, who strove to remain strong and do good despite all that assailed him, he sought to make a difference in others' lives through compassion. Aside from those examples, however, he found he was spurred on by a strong inferiority complex. It drove him to seek approval and validation through service or kindness whenever possible in order to prove his worthiness of being liked and respected by others, and in order to try and prove himself a good person. Whatever good he did, he felt compelled to keep it up, lest others forget what he did for them and why they bothered having him around. This somewhat self-sacrificing behavior, moderated by conscientiousness, strong morality, and good judgment, remained with him. Eventually, he decided that he would try to become an official hero after all. To do so, he needed to find a school, and he soon found that -all things considered- there was only one option.

Miscellaneous: His hobbies include gardening and cooking, both of which he's pretty good at. While not a player of sports, he does like watching them, and he exercises daily.

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

So, we've got a pretty good cast in the works here, looks like. After seeing what the first few characters got I'm super interested to see everyone's Gifts.

Jigokuraku Academy Int Chek (Hero Academia AU)

Goro will be making a return once I remix his sheet.

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

Yeah, it was probably an inch big on my screen. Its large now after the edit.

Ah yeah, that's a pass on the Genius Intellect thing.

Also, was that his real name? I mean, its cool if he wanted to change names, just mention what his previous name was.

@Protean Pair

In the background I mention in the first sentence his name was Evan Lobb, but I can put it in parenthesis in the Name section too if it helps.

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

@Lugubrious I'll read up on the sheet, but by giving it a quick scan, here are my suggestions.

- A better and larger image.
- Younger, Charismatic (Authoritative), and Lucky are okay. Understanding probably just change it to Perception.

What do you mean by Genius Intellect? If its a Knowledge Perk, then its cool, but you have to pick a specific field of knowledge and should coincide with your background.

@Protean Pair

I'm not sure about how the image is displaying to you, but to me it's quite large. I'll screencap and then upload the screencap in place of what I have now.

As for Genius Intellect, I just mean he's very intelligent, not specifically knowledgeable in one area. That relates to his ability to take in, process, and act on information. If that's not good, I can replace it with something else.