Lugubrious

World of Light

Tora & Poppi

Level 6 Tora (42/60) and Level 5 Poppi (38/50)
Location: Lumbridge, the Land of Adventure

Geralt's question caught Tora a little by surprise, since he'd been paying much more attention to practicing punches with the Mech Arms while waiting for others to come. Loosening his stance, the Nopon dropped one Mech Arm and reached into one of his pouches. “Tora have new shooty right here!” He produced a gun from his pouch and handed it to the Witcher. “Couldn't implement Ether tech, meh, so instead made battery-operated. It fire plasma blasts, put holes in things real nice, meh. Will burn through charge fast, but can charge with electricity, and has mini solar panel. Just leave out in sun or ask techy person to charge for you.”

Poppi raised her hand. “If change to electric element, Poppi can charge for friend Geralt! Pleased to help, so ask anytime. Within reason,” she added.

After a handful of minutes, just about everyone had gathered around Brother Grimm for the trip. Some no doubt would want to take their own possible organic transportation, but Peach stepped up to make sure that everyone knew how long a trip this one would be, and over rough terrain besides. Any beast riders would surely fall behind. “I also wanted to thank each and every one of you,” she told them. “Grave danger lies ahead, unknown enemies with unknown powers, but here you are ready to jump in for the sake of the worlds. For that I commend you.” She waited a moment as the collected townsfolk clapped, then beckoned the heroes to join her. “Alright, let's get underway. We have a champion to put to rest.”

The engines of the tremendous monster truck roared to life. Tora and Poppi hurried to climb aboard. Peach hadn't been idle during the many hours of the day; she'd enlisted help to enlarge Brother Grimm's already-spacious bed even more, adding benches and handrails to accommodate heroes. The vehicle might not be quite as fit for battle anymore, but it could take everyone where they needed to go, and after a minute to get everyone stowed, it started to. At the princess's bidding the motorized behemoth lurched into motion and got the trip underway. It'd be a long and bumpy ride.

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Brother Grimm rumbled across the landscape, pancaking the grass of sprawling plains and skirting around crops of forest. When it eventually drew close everyone got a good look at the glittering waters of the southeastern lake, made peaceful once again by the efforts of heroes yesterday. Peach drove a wide berth around Territorial Rotbart, the remarkably overlarge and extremely powerful ape just wandering in the open for no good reason. Swampy lowland posed no problem for the monster truck's mammoth tires; it rolled straight through. All the while a crisp breeze blew across the rolling land, beneath an azure sky. Tora took it upon himself to bask in the warm sun once he got done tinkering with his toolkit, and to enjoy the open wild.

The heroes spotted a couple palces of interest, including tree forts, towers, a temple up in the mountains, and even an elaborate mansion just sitting out in the open. Nobody could escape noticing the massive tree that loomed in the southernmost reached of the Land. But everyone had a job to do, so they heeded Euden as he guided them toward their goal. It didn't take long to be able to spot it—the giant black sphere sitting at the far end of the region, wreathed in purple energy. Peach drove steadily its way.

Euden warned that the group would encounter a turning point, and he did not steer them wrong. Gradually the lush, abundant land turned barren, rocky, and eventually twisted. Briars and brambles sprouted from its paltry soul, and pools of lava welled to the surface in places. The terrain worsened, turning the already-bumped ride into a constant series of herky-jerky jockying. Cracks started appearing in the ground, crevices and ravines and canyons. Monster sightings became more frequent and their subjects more formidable, with a few errant attacks now and again. Keese flocks flew close, mactera drew near to lob globs of acid, a couple vicious scorpions leaped from passing cliffs, and a few bullet gangs appeared to take potshots. Nothing really to worry about. The rhino beetles, however, were large and hard enough to cause a real jolt if they got beneath the truck's wheels, and they seemed nigh-impervious from the front. After a time Brother Grimm came to a large furrow with no bridge across and came to a stop.

The orb lay another couple miles out, across mountainous terrain. Euden eyed the canyon gravely. “The point of no return,” he affirmed. With one hand he pointed at the opposite side. “We can jump it, especially in this thing, but since it's lower on that side we can't get back up so easily.”

Peach thought about that. Then she put the Brother Grimm in reverse. “If Kamek supersized Bowser,” she said, rolling over an errant scorpion as she backed up. “And we got our fliers to help, I'm sure we could get it back across.” After reaching a suitable distance she put the monster truck in drive and floored it. The beast belched out flame as it thundered forward, moving closer and closer. “Hold on!” She yelled. A moment later Brother Grimm ramped off the canyon's lip, soared through the air, and landed on the opposite side.

It landed on its tires, but the impact was immense. The airbags deployed, keeping the princess's head in once piece, but anyone in the back who didn't hunker down could very well be thrown clear. Dust flew as Brother Grimm slid to a stop, a few bits and pieces bouncing off the dusty earth. Tora had bounced into the sky, but as always Poppi was ready to retrieve him. She caught her masterpon and landed by the truck just about as Peach, Euden, and any other in-cab passengers extracted themselves from the airbags. The far side of the canyon appeared to be a semicircular cliff, most of its edges walled off by stone, with only one zigzagging route forward for now. “W-well,” stammered the prince, more than a little shook. “That turned out pretty well, all things considered.

A few seconds passed before the walls and their tops started to bubble. Purple particles seeped from the ground, and from the wall-stains and dripping pools came a number of creatures. Smooth and purple, with bulbous clothing and red eyes, the Primids emerged in large numbers, many of them armed with various items, particularly medieval equipment. Alongside them came Borboras, Tickens, and Bytan. Feyesh and Armights took to the sky.

Tora's eyes just about bugged out. “Mehmehmehmeh! This needlessly large welcome party!” Poppi handed him the Mech Arms, and not a moment too soon. The first Primid let loose with its cannon, firing an explosive ball at Brother Grimm that Tora jumped to block, and the party summarily got started.

Epithet Erased: Use Your Words

Hello yes I'm still alive.

Yes I'm stumped with Amalthea, so any ideas for a Face epithet? Cause all im thinking is masks.

@Majoras End

One thing I thought up that Gentleman didn't was making others face; that is, forcing others to face your character and be unable to look away.

Since epithets can derive from personal connotations as well, Amalthea's experience could inform Face. I know you're thinking of making her someone with a public image, so if she experienced great pressure to be beautiful or perfect Face could derive from that. Alternatively, she might have suffered some sort of accident that damaged her face, creating feelings of loathing or pain.

Also, 'face' as a wrestling term means the hero character!

Epithet Erased: Use Your Words

A quiet moment of reassurance passed between Noelle and Heath. They could hear other resort-goers collecting themselves nearby, and once a few more seconds passed they withdrew from their embrace. “Okay,” Heath said, breaking the silence with rationale. “Let's try to figure out what happened. Once we know what's going on, we can try to figure it out.”

Someone else drew near, the portly, bearded fellow who'd been minding one of the beachfront stands. Noelle's first instinct, borne from stress, was to urge him to get away, but she got herself under control People got together in times of uncertainty, of course. Two became three, and then a moment later three became four. The fourth, a muscular man in nothing but swimming trunks, Noelle remembered as the guy who'd bumped into some girl by the stairs. The bearded man wasted no time in striking up conversation.

“So, uh, hey there. Interesting turn of events, huh? I mean, talk about crazy. What in the world was that? Where are we? No signs of civilization, but I can see bits and pieces of Otterholt Point scattered about. It's like that storm picked up the whole resort and scattered it around, maybe across this whole island. At least, I think it's an island. Like a deserted island, the type you'd see in a movie. Like that one with Tom Hanks? Anyway, it sounded like your kids are gone. I saw the whole thing go down on the beach. We should band together to make sure everyone's okay. We also have to make plans in case this place really is deserted. First things first, in a survival situation...”

Noelle wasn't facing him. She took a look around to see if anyone else was about, but saw nobody except another small cluster of people a couple hundred feet away and then two of the Texan frat boys down by the water, trying to wash the sand out of their faces, a man closer to the jungle, and an older woman sitting against some driftwood. In that first group Noelle recognized the sword girl, the bratty girl, and the very same notebook-bearing girl who accidentally ran afoul of Mr. Muscles. There were two boys too, but Noelle didn't recall seeing them before.

At the moment, one of the boys watched as Jessica tried to downplay her crying, unimpressed a little saddened. Haywood had been sitting and watching her the whole time, and if that wasn't full-blown, from-the-heart bawling, he didn't know what was. Maybe panic got to her or something. Come to think of it, why wasn't he panicking? Haywood thought about it. Remote island, opportunity for adventure, nobody that he was worried about getting hurt -if he was fine, surely his buds were too-, and no authority to get in his way. There didn't seem to be any way off this island, but he felt pretty sure that rescue would come eventually. It was a big place, probably full of resources that he could use to get by, and the coast guard or something could track the storm's path to find our where all the missing people were. But maybe Jessica hadn't reached the same conclusion he did.

“Easy, Mad Dog,” Haywood assured her, helping to get her to her feet. Given her size he didn't need to struggle to support her weight. He glanced between Aurora, Penny, and Jude. “She's fine, just a little excited. In no time at all we'll be running rampant over this paradise...” he suddenly pivoted, trying to turn off the 'blaster' persona. “Or something. Hey, any of you know what the hell happened?”

Noelle wondered that herself. She turned her attention back to the group as the beardman's own hypothesis got cut off by the strongman. “Yeah, it was an epithet for sure,” he confirmed. “I was in the water when the storm kicked off, and it came out from the spot where you saw the glow. Could've been an epitome.”

Heath frowned. “Epitome? Like...a super-epithet?”

“Kind of. In a life-or-death situation, someone can manifest an epitome, the absolute use of their epithet. Only something like that could dump a whole resort on an island somewhere.“ He glanced around to see if anyone else could offer a better idea. Nobody could. “Given the circumstances, if we're gonna work together, we should get on a first-name basis. I'll start.” Crossing his arms, he held his head up high. “Roscoe Lafayette. Former wrestler, current boxer. My epithet's Oceanic.”

Heath spoke up next, going into more detail to be of more help. “Heath Pieler. My epithet's Jingle. I can repeat sounds and keep things from being forgotten.”

“I'm Noelle. Noelle Pieler” Noelle said, adjusting her glasses. Honestly, it was a miracle she still had them, having found them lying just a little twisted under her when she awoke. “My epithet's Train. I'm able to boost forward, carry people, and heat up from eating fuel.”

The last man looked excited. “Well hey, aren't we a regular bunch of inscribed?” he remarked. “The name's Harry Hedlon, I work at Diversion. The epithet I've got is Sect. I can bring out these little clerics that can cast miracles, like in Dungeons and Dragons. Healing, banishing other inscribed's summons, de-eviling...you name it, we got it.”

“What about them?” Heath said, pointing down the beach.

The group of adults looked at the group kids. “Plan first,” Noelle said, thinking of the pigtailed blonde girl. “It's hard enough to get kids to listen anyways, especially teens. If we don't have a solid plan, they'll brush us off and do their own thing. Might anyway.”

Roscoe nodded, finding that sensible. As it happened, he'd already been thinking. “'Cause of my epithet, I've got a lot of experience with oceans, and I'm a real good swimmer. I could swim out to try and find help, but I need to know I'm going in the right direction. So if you see any seabirds, check which direction they come from. That'll be the direction of land, close enough for me to reach.”

Simultaneously Heath and Noelle objected, but Noelle let Heath go ahead. “We've gotta find Tuck and Lucy. That comes first for us,” he insisted.

“Oh, that's okay. Very understandable. I can keep watch for birds,” Harry offered. “We should find a spot to set up camp, like I was saying earlier. Try and make some tools from sticks and rocks, and set up something to catch rainwater or try to find a spring. That's the stuff they do on TV shows. If you don't get a supply of fresh water, you're first off the island, every time!”

One of the Texans walked up. His friend had gone to talk to the old lady. “Howdy folks,” he said. “Sounds like y'all're keepin' your heads and makin' plans over here. Name's Mike Carmichael. Anything I can do to help?”

Harry was only too happy to fill him in. Noelle, meanwhile, volunteered to go over to the teen cluster while Heath went over to check out the beach hut. She approached with a concerned look on her face and tread familiar ground conversation-wise. “Hi, kids. Are you all alright?”

World of Light

As a heads-up, I would like to move us ahead tomorrow evening, roughly 30 hours from the time I'm posting this.

Epithet Erased: Use Your Words

This was one insistent dude. He just wouldn't stop standing there, listing out his points nice and neat and one by one, wearing a bizarrely conflicting expression the whole time. Haywood and Jessica weren't buying what Mark was selling. He existed as another in a long line of adults thinking he knew what was best for them, but he thought wrong, and without their respect nor the teeth to back his argument up his words were worthless. Just as Jessica did when confronted with that auburn-haired teacher, Haywood knew that adults had to follow the rules, so Mark couldn't do anything to make his words stick. And Haywood was only too happy to let him know.

“My choice, huh?” He swelled up, poised to say something amazingly cool. “Alright, here it is. You can suck a fart outta my ass, how 'bout that?” Haywood laughed, pushing off the rock. “But seriously, keep botherin' us and you'll get nice and acquainted with that officer over there, just like my pal says. Inscribed on mundie harassment, never looks good.”

He started stalking down the beach at a steady pace with his hands in the pockets of his swimming trunks, trusting Jessica to follow him. This time he made sure via visual confirmation that Mark wasn't on their tail. “Jeez,” he said once in the clear. “What a riot. I tell ya, some inscribed are so pushy. Like havin' some tacky trick makes you important.” Haywood ended up looking at a commotion in the surf on the other side of the glorified bouncy castle called the Floating City. “Some kid drownin'...?” he asked.

The salt water stung, but Noelle kept her eyes wide open as she plunged underneath. Her heart beat like a prizefighter, filling her veins with adrenaline. Between her, Heath, and Lydia, no sign of Tucker could be found above the surface. Her realization of the only alternative filled her with terrible dread. Her son was already beneath the water.

She tore through the shallows as fast as her muscled could take her, struggling against the resisting water. Without firm footing she couldn't effectively use her own epithet to move faster, and with nothing on hand to build up heat with she couldn't amass enough strength to compensate. The coolness of the ocean would have doused her fire, anyway. After almost blacking out from holding her breath Noelle broke the surface, gasping for air. She looked left and right, her soaked hair whipping around, but saw nothing, not even the cloud rolling in. Where was the lifeguard!? her mind screamed. She spotted Heath instead, and shrieked at him, “Where is he!?”

At that moment, there came a tremendous cracking sound, like a fracture in the earth. A wave of current hit Noelle, washing her back, but it didn't come from the sea. It radiated out from a source beneath the surface fifty feet away, and as the cloud cover began to darken the sky she could see something glowing under there. “Tucker?!” Noelle rushed in its directing, thinking of nothing but her boy. The water around the light started to boil, and she watched it grow frothier and angrier as something rose to the surface. The wind whipped across the top of the water, slinging stinging spray, and lightning flashed overhead. A voice, deep and unfamiliar, bellowed above the wind.

“He's gonna blow!”

Then came the thunder.

Noelle didn't know what happened. One moment she was in the water, swimming with exhausted muscles toward where her son was about to die, and the next a wall of wind slammed her in the face. The cyclone expanded as a sphere from the epicenter, sweeping up sea, sand, towel, chair, shop, and stone, and dozens of people with them. Everything was chaos, bodily punches of water and debris, calamitous wind and terrific cacophony. The gale devoured everything, and shortly after, everything went black.

Act I – Oceanic

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Act II – Castaway

The sun crept into the darkness, like early morning rays filtering through blinds to intrude upon the eyelids of someone trying to sleep in. Oblivion felt nice and comfortable, and Noelle didn't want to wake up and face another day. Hard to believe her vacation was over already...could days really pass that quickly? For a brief time, she'd enjoyed peace and relaxation. Her, Heath, Lucy, and...and...

Noelle's eyes shot open. Tucker.

She sat up with a gasp. Everything came flooding back. She had to find Tucker. He was...drowning. About to be lost at sea. Then...it all got dark...a sudden storm...

Noelle blinked, looking around. Where was she?

She sat on a beach, but not the beach she knew. Yellow sand stretched out on either side of her, and gentle waves lapped at her legs. The beach sloped downward, and there was no end in sight in either direction. From her position the coast curved in a rough crescent shape, totally unlike the one she knew. When Noelle turned to look behind her, she found lush green vegetation, shrubs and palm trees. Large rock formations started to pile up, the land trending steadily upward. She could see enormous pillars of stone towering above the jungle. Getting shakily to her feet, she took in her surroundings. She stood in totally unfamiliar land.

Well, not totally unfamiliar. She saw one of the resort's beach huts lying on its side, carelessly thrown there. Now that she got another look, a number of items that might have been at Otterholt lay strewn on the beach. And some people, too. Her eyes landed on one, and she sprinted over. “Heath!” She knelt by his side, trying to shove him awake. “Heath, get up!”

After a few moments he started to stir, and a couple seconds after that he opened his eyes. “Ohhh...Noelle? What happened?”

His wife looked around again. Nearby, some of the others were getting up too. “I don't know,” she said, tormented. “We were looking for Tucker, and then this storm hit out of nowhere.”

“Tucker...” Heath sat up, groaning. “Oh God. Is he here?”

Noelle had been looking. She shook her head. “Not here...but he has to be somewhere. But I have no idea where we are.” An unknown island, a spotless horizon. No civilization in sight, just a portion of what must be the wreckage of Otterholt Point. Baffled and anxious, Noelle breathed anything but easy. “And where...where's Lucy? Oh...oh no...”

“Calm down,” urged Heath, as he hugged her tight. “We're okay. We can figure this out and find our kids.” But he was worried too. For all he knew, whatever happened had stranded his family on an uncharted island.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Making a giant flesh mech sounds like fun. Graft would be interested, should he come by an abundance of resource.

You Can Become a Hero!

I hope you enjoy my application.

Don't look! ...Ahaha, unless...?

Hidoi Hora

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Hidoi Hora

_Age

15

_Origin

Mashike, Hokkaido.

_{Physical Description}

Standing well above the national average at 5'11”, especially for his age, Hora is on the thin side and cuts a lanky figure. Most of him is pretty normal, but toward his extremities his skin becomes darker and rubbery, almost plantlike in form and composition. His hands and fingers are a little larger and thicker than normal because of this. His standout feature, however, is his head. With his skin going plantlike at the neck, his head is a green-tinged black bulb with shoulder-length, vinelike cords for hair. While his mouth is pretty normal, albeit with thin lips, and so is his nose, his eyes are uncanny.

Five of them occupy his lower forehead, with the middle completely vertical above the nose and the two on either side lower and tilted toward the center. Like all the eyes his quirk can create, Hora's eyes have whites that fluctuate between yellow and light green, with glowing purple diamond-shaped pupils and concentric irises that constantly expand from the pupils, starting out purple but darkening to read before dissipating into the 'white'.

_{Characterization}

The Hora most people know is distant, surly, and vindictive, the sort who rarely speaks up on his own but is quick to respond to a challenge or slight. He is indeed defensive, but not out of malice or an overabundance of pride; rather, he strives to keep himself in one piece mentally by looking after himself and not subjecting himself to any sort of suffering. While he cares about others' thoughts and opinions -and really, others in general- he's quick to cut out anything that he perceives as toxic or damaging, which makes him seem judgmental, intolerant, and strict...to strangers, that is. To anyone who might treat him with respect of friendliness, however, Hora's someone else entirely. He's more receptive than a satellite dish and will bend over backwards to repay those who're good to him in kind. With people he like's he's talkative (even to the point of gushing about things he likes), quick with a joke (even bad ones), and self-sacrificially loyal. It's noteworthy that, due to his quirk, he's a bit attention-starved and quite touch-starved. In short, others can expect him to echo their treatment of him. Kindness should be rewarded, and unkindness should be punished. Overall, he means well, and wishes the best for people as a whole.

_{Personal History}

Hora grew up in the small but charming town of Mashike on the island of Hokkaido, and during every stage of his life his quirk has played a constant part. While both of his parents had mutation-type quirks, neither of them sported nearly the disfiguration that their son did. Still, given the frequency of mutation-type quirks among the populace, things wouldn't have been different for Hora if not for the particulars. Aversion drove people off, compelling them to look away and flinch from touch, and that left Hora friendless and isolated. He wanted to socialize and communicate, but he didn't really know how to approach people and -for a time- hated himself. He felt ostracized, blaming himself for others rejecting him. His parents were no idiots, however, and knew that such treatment could lead him down a dark path, so they made especially sure to love him with all their hearts. Even during hard times when money was scarce as Hora's parents clashed frequently on what was best for their little family, they purposefully worked to keep things together. In the end, the family's bonds held. With his parents' love, and with the adoration of his baby brother, Hora grew to be someone who wanted to see others smiling, healthy, and happy. Still, he remained somewhat prickly and defensive, preferring to spend his afternoons and evenings outdoors roaming the chilly countryside, keeping company with the birds, squirrels, and trees.

In his adolescence Hora looked after himself, working hard in school and enjoying time with a few friends when possible. He never again hated himself; in fact, he refused to. He wouldn't let anyone make him, and if anyone tried, he shut them out. Hora stuck to those who 'really mattered' in his mind, those who could see him for who he really was. When others looked down on him he worked to prove them wrong. When someone thought he couldn't do something, his heart drove him to get it done. That attitude propelled him near the top of his class, a position in student government, and even the acclaim of his fellow students as he won a sort of pageant called Number One in his senior year—not for looks, or for popularity, but for spirit.

While he had the idea from an early age, it was a chance encounter that solidified his path in life. One day a cargo ship lost control in the nearby sea, and barreled toward Mashike without a way to slow it down. Hora, having been lazing around in a tree by the docks that evening, saw the whole thing. Filled with horror at the idea of the ship crashing into the harbor and causing untold destruction, he was filled with the urge to do something. He wanting to the water's edge and try to avert the ship with his quirk, but he was too terrified to move. Instead, a hero came to the rescue. Swashbuckler, a heroine who often worked with the coast guard, appeared to fill the harbor with a massive amount of seafoam that slowed the ship's approach and averted catastrophe. Afterward, Hora approached Swashbuckler with shining eyes to tell her that he wanted to be a hero too and use his quirk to do awesome thing like that, but the pirate hero couldn't meet his gaze. “I'm sorry,” she told him, “But people expert heroes to look a certain way, and have flashy quirks. You couldn't possible become a hero.” That sentence hurt, but it lit a fire beneath Hora. It was the ultimate challenge—the ultimate way to prove everyone wrong about him. He renewed his studies and sought to apply at the toughest school he could find, ready and willing to do whatever it took to become a legendary hero, beloved by all.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

The motivating force behind Hora to begin with is spite. He's a character whose circumstances perfectly set up a resentful outcast archetype, but because he was treated with love and raised well, he knows that such behavior would be destructive and self-indulgent, and chooses to be better than that. Instead, he is self-assertive, though not in a bullying sort of way. Monstrous of appearance and often neglected and maligned as a person, he want to stick it to everyone who ever thought poorly of him as he grew up, or who might see him and think of him as hideous or a villain, by becoming a hero renowned for his compassion and diligence--'kill 'em with kindness' is his axiom. While it's occurred to him that becoming a famous and beloved hero would also help to reassure and inspire others with deforming mutation-type quirks struggling through life, and teach them that one's quirk doesn't inform one's destiny, that notion is absolutely secondary to the first.

However, it doesn't have to stay that way. As he develops, Hora might discover that helping people is more of an end than a means to an end. The secondary motivation might eclipse his first, and he could let go of his spite in order to become that compassionate and diligent hero wholeheartedly, who stands as a beacon to those who might think themselves accursed because of their genes.

Of course, that's the endgame, and it's only one possibilities. Deciding to do something based on spite is a gamble: betting that one has what it takes to do what others say they can't. Hora may not have what it takes. He's tackling Ishin for the challenge, to be molded into the sort of exemplary hero that Ishin's designed for, but he's not a genius, a natural hero, or a whiz kid. He'll have a tough time at the school, both at the courses and at cultivating the personality of a hero. It may end up being too much for him, and despite his potential he could find his dream deferred. It'll depend on the sort of people that reach out to help him on the way, if any reach out at all. Still, he's not out to be some pity case at all and will try to reach out on its own, so I see him playing off other personalities a lot. His relationships among other students, and his ultimate fate, I'm very interested to see to fruition.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Mutation

_{Quirk Description}

Aversion manifests through eyelike biological structures. While it applies to Hora's real eyes, the others -which can be quickly grown and afterward absorbed at will on any part of his body large enough- are vestigial and nonfunctional for sight. When an eye is open, it exerts a psychic pressure that incites aversion. This includes visual aversion (making others want to look away from him), touch aversion (making others uncomfortable and even unwilling to touch him), and audio aversion (compels others to want to stop hearing him). The feeling of aversion has been inscribed as instinctual or primeval, like fingernails on a chalkboard or something highly disgusting.

Once made, Hora can 'flex' his eyes to increase the effect, forcibly preventing others from looking at him and making it much harder to touch him. If flexed strongly enough, Hora's eyes can incite aversion in nonliving things as well, diverting their paths to not avoid him. Opening new eyes to use takes both focus and stamina, with more eyes taking so much focus that Hora can't do much else while keeping them open, be it defending himself, staying aware of threats, or even moving. Flexing is even more taxing, making Hora tired faster and taking more focus. Developmental paths for this quirk include more eyes, more types of aversion, aversion type specificity, flex strength, and redirection.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Most of Hora's skills stem from his outdoorsiness. A good runner, swimmer, and climber, he boasts a natural agility and stamina that long practice have only accentuated. Surprisingly good with his hands, Hora can craft and tie basic things with ease. He can light fires, catch fish, and prepare simple meals without any issue. This even extends to setting up hammocks or tents, and he knows a bunch about various common plants and animals.

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Overlord: Momento Mori

aand that should work. Ms. Tickles is on the case!

@Archmage MC

It seems like you had Light save Rodias from his couch. Were you aware Talim has already attempted to spirit Rodias away?

Epithet Erased: Use Your Words

Wearing a gleeful look, Haywood listened intently to Jessica's explanation. Of course, it made perfect sense! Nothing ever went down at tourist spots or resorts. When someone thought crimes, they thought of banks, offices, pawn shops, and convenience stores, as Jessica so helpfully proved. That bearded guard, standing there and scratching off the personal information of that goody two-shoes and the white knights, probably constituted half of the security force here. Once someone scouted it out, it'd make for the perfect hit! “Smart move!” he remarked before snickering. “And sending the captain out too, instead of someone a little...more discreet.” The sandcastle incident came to mind. “Interesting. Wish my captain took the initiative. She's too busy getting her hair done off our fees to actually take charge.”

She went on to ask if he and his friends brought their uniforms, which he brushed off. “Pssh! Please, what are we, amateurs? Course we did! Never know when you gotta blast!”

His show of confidence came to an abrupt end as Mark spoke up behind the two, causing Haywood to leap in the air in fright. “Gah!” he cried, before blushing with embarrassment as he hurried to compose himself. “I mean, gaah...gah ha! I thought I heard someone minding other peoples' business!” Motioning for Jessica to keep it cool, he crossed his arms and treated Mark to a derisive smirk. “Who're you calling bad? You seen too many superhero movies?” A brief moment of silence struck as he seemed to come to a revelation, after which he burst out in a fit of giggles. “Bahahaha! What, you thought we were serious? Just kiddin' around, dooood.” He really enunciated the word, trying to make the intruding adult feel and look the fool. “You've got nothing on us, mister superhero. Just a couple kids goofing off on vacation.” Haywood glanced at his new friend for confirmation. “Isn't that right?”