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【MANTOU】

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Hello!

It's your local steamed bun. Nice to meet you! I go by Mantou or Mant-- whatever you want, really.

You can usually find me playing Casual, and sometimes I'll dabble in Advanced if I have the time. While I'm not the best at writing, I definitely enjoy learning as I go. It's a big reason I stick around.

As a student, I always try to find time to reply. With that said, time management can be difficult, so I don't sign up for over 4 RPs at a time. Other than fandoms (that I'm not a part of), I can generally enjoy any genre of roleplay. So far, I've played in fantasy, supernatural, slice of life, horror, and wuxia (discord) settings.

Additionally, I live in the Philippines, and so I follow the (GMT +8:00) timezone.

That should be about it for important details.

Feel free to message me if you'd like to talk or discuss RP concerns!
如果你出于某种原因需要用中文和我交谈，我们可以。但只有一点点。

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In Symphony of Espers → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - @ERode@FamishedPants[OwO]@BrokenPromise


After what seemed like a split-second, the Protector released a breath it had no idea it was holding until then. Truth be told, it had its eyes closed while the whole thing went down. From the moment the detonator flew into the air to the minute Cobra had taken his last breath... it was all such a blur, but thankfully, it was over. The hulking titan slumped in its posture, its spear grazing lightly along the ground and its shield finally dimming down as the mana around it flowed back into the tired esper's body.

While Sir Agent Silhouette immediately went off to take care of his teammate, and Apollo took some time to heal the injured Klava, the Protector transformed out of its... work attire. After looking for the nearest women's bathroom, it began by lifting its spear into the air, leading to its entire suit of armor to be enveloped in a pulsating blue light. Each wave took away a part of the esper's armor first, then its weapon and shield, and finally, a good portion of its height.

What remained was now... Aria. A petite and delicate (if not frail) individual-- and a nursery teacher in a rush to get home after a long workday. The tiny figure darted from outside of the cubicle and into the lobby once again to avoid getting in the way of Agent Silhouette's cleanup. Along the way, the esper attempted to wave at Valkyrie as she was escorted down, but after considering the state the gunner was in, she simply decided to save it for another day.

After all, right now Aria was... hungry. Her stomach grumbled shockingly loud-- a voracious appetite fueled by the mission. After seeing Klava head off in the direction of the food trucks, Aria gunned it right after her.

A few seconds later, she doubled back to ask Apollo if he would... perhaps... maybe... want to, like... join them.


In Symphony of Espers → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - @ERode@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise


The giant rectangular box on Cobra was completely unfamiliar to the Protector, and the sentinel simply tilted its head from behind its shield to visibly question what it was. Either way, it was sure that the thing spewing flaming bullets at it was in no way good for the team-- let alone for a single freelancer such as itself. In that moment, all the mana around the sentinel's shield pulsed repeatedly as if being hit by hard, fiery, lead rain. Perhaps it was not that great of an idea charging in head-first like this...

As if its thoughts were the cue, Klava and then Sir Agent Silhouette made their entrance. The Protector took a moment to thank all the gods that heard its concerns before beginning to right itself. The yuki-onna was a welcome sight, and so was a frozen Cobra arm, and most especially one less opponent to worry about. As expected from a professional G.E.M.I.N.I. Agent!

However, it needed to make a move quickly. By then, Cobra had seemingly pulled out his trump card... and getting blown out of the city didn't seem like a good option. The Protector was afraid of heights, you see. However, if they were to do nothing, they'd have to face him again in another mission-- and this was the last time it needed to be bothered over an opponent's well-muscled chests!

With the ice still encasing his arm, the Protector inhaled a deep breath. It looked directly at Cobra, and made a show of lowering its head as if to concede.

However, after a couple of seconds, it shot up once again, this time focused on the detonator. It sent a thrust forward with its spear and brought it back in a wide arc, sending a rush of gravity to meet with the detonator in question, and if it worked, would yank it right out of Cobra's grasp in time.

In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - w/ @FamishedPants@BrokenPromise


With Kumambamon out of the way, the Protector turned to Sir Agent and gave him a thumbs-up before focusing its attention on the gaping hole in the floor. A few steps forward brought into earshot the voices of a couple from the floor below them-- Perhaps more mascots? How many kumamons did these people have ready? The Protector thought to itself. Along with this, they were seemingly the ones to blame for the smoke that inched closer and closer to them. The yellow smoke looked threatening, and with no idea of how it could affect them in their esper form, the Protector decided not to risk it. Even as their perpetrators shot through the hole, it did not want to see the situation escalating-- it had to move fast.

"There are more of them downstairs-- I will try to take care of them." The Protector hurriedly readied itself a simple prayer and formed a pulsating blue dome around its already-armored body. With a little more protective insurance, the sentinel took a few steps into a running leap, effectively hopping into the man-made hole and landing on whoever was unlucky enough to be standing in its way. It readied itself to begin its attacks before coming to a pause.

Before it stood one kumamon, looking only a little different from the first one she'd met, save for the pretty hair, and beside them...

Was this... the King it heard of? Where were his buttons? No, scratch that, where was his whole dang shirt? The Protector could only feel its cheeks blush furiously once more. It was always like this, damn it! The fewer clothes people wore, the more indecent it felt to the Protector. Still, it could not help the raging warmth spreading beneath its helmet. A string of helpless rationalizations flew into the titan's head at that moment - surely it was reasonable to admire beautiful bodies, was it not? It was. Surely! HOWEVER! These were their opponents! And no good looks or exposed muscley chests nor abdomens could sway the sentinel-- at least not too much before it came to its senses. The Protector raised its spear arm and gave itself a slap, and then attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Perhaps these were the voices they'd heard earlier on the stairs. At once, it will begin to swing and thrust its straight-headed spear at the two Kumamons, willing its long reach to attempt to strike at their critical points.

"P-please cover yourself up, at least!" The Protector would shout, disregarding the fact that a change of clothes in the midst of battle would be silly.


In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - Stairs+Landing w/ @FamishedPants@BrokenPromise


The first thing The Protector thought of was the safety of its allies further away. It overflowed with the desire to assist them, but they were on the other side of the hallway, across the expanse that now almost looked like the inside of a microwave, with those strange, curvy lines floating in the air that indicated its quickly-rising temperature. The smell of singed carpeting and slightly burnt flesh from the fallen bodies caught in the heat was unbearable-- and if that was the barbeque this disrespectful, nonsense-speaking Kumambamon was referring to, then the Protector felt it had all the right to slightly lose its patience with the dark mascot. It would help Sir Agent Silhouette take care of this delinquent before anything else.

The Protector glanced down before moving, taking note of the yellow smoke that seemed dangerous enough to keep the first-floor dwellers at bay for now.

So as Kumambamon began to charge, the Protector did the same, half out of irritation, and a half to direct the attention away from Sir Agent Silhouette. It mentally prepared a prayer in the form of a melody, tucked its shield out of the way, and then swung its spear towards Kumambamon to send forth a commanding bout of energy aiming to keep him locked in place. "I did not give you permission to move!" The Protector's deep voice rumbled from within the armor, fueled by the self-righteous passion of a teacher disciplining a misbehaving student. This was new and oddly invigorating. It kind of felt like a movie. Perhaps it was enjoying its power a little too much-- but who would want to take disrespect sitting down, anyway? The Protector nodded, successful in its rationalization. It made a mental note, for after this task was over, to emphasize the importance of respect to its students tomorrow morning. Maybe even put together a cute little presentation based on tonight's mission.

"Sir Agent Silhouette," The Protector inquired politely, holding its concentration on restraining the mascot. "Perhaps we could teach him a lesson?"


In Into the Pines: An American Frontier Horror RPG → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Dropping some interest for this for the survival horror! I'm not too well-versed in the American history but I'm down for the research.
In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - Fighting all sides w/ @ERode@OwO@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise


The Protector thought for a moment that the pain in its legs radiated all the way to its tush. It struggled hard to suppress a yelp upon realizing that that was not the case after looking back to see Apollo's hand grab its metallic rear. Why? Why? What is he-- The confusion didn't have enough time to settle in as a comforting glow washed over the two of them, all of a sudden feeling the pain leave its legs.

Embarrassed that it took some time to piece together what was happening, the giant metal suit of armor bowed its head to Apollo in shy thanks, suddenly feeling awkward holding its spear and shield. "T-thank you..." Its deep voice rang out from within.

Then, a loud *CRUNCH* sounded through the air, along with a chorus of "holy shit"s and "what the hell"s. The Protector sighed a breath of relief when it realized it was the work of Agent Silhouette, who looked doubly terrifying in action. Despite his horrifying guise and equally ghastly voice that surpassed even the creepiest urban legends in Japan to date, he worked for the greater good nonetheless.

"Servant Sofron, at your services!" The Protector turned its attention to the butler who... unfortunately did not seem so out of place anymore-- and for good reason. A flaming skull flew towards them and then dipped into the ground, scorching the area around them. Within a metal suit, it was guaranteed to be cooked before it could do anything, and thus made a quick decision.

"Let's go!" The Protector's gravelly voice called out to the remaining Apollo before following Agent Silhouette to move away from the zone of burning ash. It coughed as the smoke began to fill its helmet and obscure its vision, but not enough to get it to curse. Even still, it held a vigilance that was far from new to nursery teachers watching out for their class, and successfully spotted a person in black armor aiming to harm its ally.

In turn, the Protector noticed itself weakening-- the bright blue glow around its armor and especially its shield noticeably dimmer than before. This was not right. This melody was... strong.

...and so the Protector had to be stronger. Perhaps this was what one of its students would say.

With Agent Silhouette attempting to direct his work towards another man, the Protector opted to take on Kumambamon with as much strength as it could muster. Two seconds was all it needed as it thrust forward its spear towards the black suit, sending forth a melody that would keep Kumambamon from moving... for the time being, at least.



In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - Clearing the Staircase and Heading Up the Landing w/ @ERode@OwO@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise


“Ah…!” The red hot searing pain of the bullets grazing past its legs didn’t come immediately, but when it did, it burned. Growing up sheltered and never having had to suffer bruises and scratches before was a thing, along with the fact that she hadn’t been an esper on the field for a long time. Whenever she got hurt, it wasn’t something she could easily ignore.

But she was committed. If she had scars, maybe her students would find them cool. She could tell them stories. And besides, Apollo stood behind her doing his best, and the thought of being the one to protect him almost made the metal suit of armor blush had it not been for the anticipation of being shot at again.

“Sending down a gift. Could you make sure the three lvl 10 goons stay where they are?” The Protector nodded as if Klava could see. Right on cue, it looked up to see a motionless body explode into ice-- once again, it was a beautiful sight, and perhaps a little grizzly. The Protector didn’t mind, it was simply thankful. However, Kumamon and his men began to head back up the stairs, their attention seemingly turned to Klava. The bullets still came, but this time, only from Kumamon’s men. The Protector felt a surge of worry for their ally above them, but not after hearing: “Sayonara, suckers!”

“Welcome back, Klava-san.” The Protector waved at the yuki-onna when she came back around. In the time it took for her to encase their new target, it had prepared a melody. “I shall begin the... hustle.” It rushed to the bottom of the stairs, hobbling slightly. Its speed was no good, but thanks to Klava, the men were trapped and it didn’t matter.

It forced a charge up the stairs, sending a powerful thrust forward with its spear, effectively slicing through the jugular of one of Kumamon’s men and impaling the man encased in the ice behind him. The Protector leaned its weight into the spear, then pulled it back to shatter the ice and release the men, letting their bodies fall down the stairs. Strange how it felt a little pleased with this. Two down, Kumamon left, and more to come!

The Protector proceeded to bash through the ice with its shield, the hobble in its legs somewhat evident as it crashed through. When it reached the landing, it raised its shield in response to the spray of bullet fire, and from behind it cast a melody.

A strong magnetic pull erupted from the shield as it violently pulsed a bright blue, snatching the guns away from their aggressors and hauling them over to the Protector's side. Perhaps the other espers would find this handy, and at least for now, the men were weaponless.

"Ugh-- I have all their guns." The deep, gravelly voice spoke into the earpiece, a little bothered by the stinging in its legs.



In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
ON-SITE: G.E.M.I.N.I. Assignment - Currently getting shot at!

Was there an earthquake just now? It did not bring up good memories, definitely not. The sentinel had half a mind to run and duck for cover before realizing it was at the frontline for a good reason. Keeping this in mind, it stood its ground against the men.

The Protector's struggles were soon cut short as a mobster shooting beyond its reach suddenly froze over, resembling an almost splendid ice sculpture. Had it not been for their current circumstances, the Protector would have pulled out its cellphone to take a quick photo, but alas, this was not the time nor place, and so the titan kept its shield raised. Quietly, the sentinel gave thanks to the woman with a cute toque in its mind.

A few seconds later, the beautiful ice sculpture suddenly exploded into a magnificent display of lights. Dazzling as it was, the Protector did not blink so as to take in the view and be able to recount it for the kindergarteners later on. It lowered its shield to get a good view; it was not every day that you could get to safely view fireworks at such a short distance. Surely, they would enjoy hearing about this! The Protector promptly raised its shield up again once the blinding light caused the ice sculpture to violently explode, bringing with it shards of ice that it could only hope didn't pass through its guard and accidentally hit its allies further behind.

The Protector heard thumps of hurried footsteps next, and before it realized, the haphazard spray of bullets from behind it let loose. Upon realizing it was Apollo, the sentinel felt grateful for a moment before realizing that across the hall was their employers' team. It intended to call out to him before it was subjected to a violent bodily shudder-- which was absolutely strange, given that this esper's body was simply a metallic vessel...

"G.E.M.I.N.I Agent Silhouette has arrived, I will make use of the opportunities you provide me with to the best of my ability."

The fact that this "voice" was accompanied by what sounded like a hundred more, while also seeming to come from within the sentinel's head instead of the earpiece... was straight up horrifying, it was simply glad that they were on the same side! This was not something the sentinel would be mentioning to the kids. Nope. It was not a nursery teacher's job to give their kids nightmares, after all.

Suddenly, the floor shook, and from the top floor emerged a fully-armored person. Thanks to the many cartoon re-runs it watched with its students during their downtime, the sentinel couldn't help but think its stature was similar to Kumamon. However, things took a more serious turn once two body-length shields appeared on either side of Kumamon.

”Well I’ll be! If it isn’t the watchmen rejects!”

The Protector moved as soon as Kumamon raised his shotgun. With a side sweep, it unleashed a melody with its spear-- the note caught the buckshot in midair, suspending it harmlessly as the sentinel took a step forward and swung down, forcing the pellets into the ground.

As the rooks around the shotgun-wielder got ready to contribute their own share of bullets, the Protector brought itself in front of Apollo, raising its vibrant mana-brimming shield in order to provide them both with cover in the meantime.


In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
Reporting to: G.E.M.I.N.I. Agents

The Protector waved at the sunny woman with the green hair named Binky as she extended her greetings back. And in response to the Breacher asking for a picture, the Protector gave her a solid thumbs-up. It did not know what for, but the kind woman seemed excited about it, and to that, it would happily oblige.

Then, it proceeded to bump fists with the very tall man who called himself Apollo. The Protector was thankful it was not in its human form, otherwise, perhaps the blush on her face would’ve been obvious. After the bumping of the fists, the deep, gravelly voice uttered a simple, “Hello, Apollo--” then it turned away almost immediately to greet the next newcomer, seemingly a little flustered.

“--good evening, miss Klava,” The Protector said to the woman with the cute hat. With much thanks to her queries, they now knew that snacks were kept in another vehicle. Perhaps it would come around after the mission was over. The armored titan nodded to itself, a little bit hopeful about the ice cream.

It was not long before it noticed the presence of the lavender-haired woman. A sudden appearance for sure-- if it had not been for her preschoolers pulling varying degrees of pranks on her day in and day out, she would have probably jumped a little from the fright.

From then on, the Protector stood upright in respect to Veronica, listening to her plan of action. It gestured a small wave to Binky as she apologized in the middle, understanding the pain of being new to the Shimr app. As the preparation continued, it noted the important names: potential hostage situation, basement prison, King Cobra, the Rottweiler, and… spit roast? The Protector nodded at the end, satisfied at having understood at least 99.9% of the plan.

“Get into positions everyone. Daylight is about to fade.”

The Protector made its way around the back with Binky, Klava, and Apollo.

"Understood, miss, I will go first." The deep voice spoke.

Noting its cue, it uncurled itself out of the vehicle and raised its spear and shield. First, it started in a march, and then it ran. Three members lounging around the back entrance-- probably on break. Heavy thumps sounded as it carried itself over to the windows while its shield openly welcomed a round of bullets. The sentinel thrust its spear through the window, its tip finding its home inside the neck of an unfortunate gang member. With a gentle kick, it freed its weapon of the bleeding man and threw itself over the window and into the building's entrance.

Then it raised its shield high in the air, a bright blue shining iridescence flowing around its frame. In an instant, a shockwave erupted from the object, and with a sharp jerk, a couple of men were helplessly pulled towards the shield, one unlucky fellow skewering himself on the Protector’s outstretched spear. Another gentle kick freed the body, while the other man simply rammed into its shield. A simple stab-through made short work of him.

Upon clearing the back entrance floor, it would wait for its allies to advance up to the staircase.


20 | Female | The Freelancers | Guardian
Protector's Treaty | Spear, Shield | Arcane | Aegis
Protector's Stronghold | Shelter
Protector's Mandate | Gravity | Fortification
[Weightless (4), Suspend X (4)], Blink (4), Restrain (4), Pull (2), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Shield (4)]

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: B | 500

[Bronze Touch][Pull][AoE]= -40 Mana

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 460

In Symphony of Espers → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
ARIA: THE PROTECTOR | PSPD #11
Reporting to: G.E.M.I.N.I. Agents

The teacher waved her last remaining student goodbye and watched him be driven off before shifting her attention to the Shimr app. A quick swipe and she was all set. With hands clasped tight around her keychain, she muttered a small prayer in her native tongue before her body dispersed into light, transforming into...

...a massive 8'0" suit of pure, leaden armor. On its back rested a massive shield that seemed to add on more to the giant suit's weight, but it seemed to not mind. Each of its weighted steps sounded heavily throughout the area, accompanied by a little jingle as the keychain attached to its cuirass shook. It showed up at the given assembly area stated in the app a little earlier than the meetup time. Tardiness was a no-no, after all. A slight whirring noise came as its metal head rotated left to right to scan the area. It was not hard for it to spot the three women standing together.

One was heavily plated in armor, much like itself. It admired her shield, giving her an internal thumbs-up. The other seemed to have green hair- this, it was sure the little students would love to see. The third seemed apprehensive but had an air of seriousness about her, especially taking into account the rifle in her arms. The fourth stood relaxed, in a shiny, seemingly well-maintained suit of armor.

The Protector hauled itself to the group, eager to meet its teammates. It towered over the trio and greeted politely:

"Good evening, everyone. I am Protector."

A deep, gravelly voice rumbled from within the confines of the helmeted suit of armor.

"And you?"


20 | Female | The Freelancers | Guardian
Protector's Treaty | Spear, Shield | Arcane | Aegis
Protector's Stronghold | Shelter
Protector's Mandate | Gravity | Fortification
[Weightless (4), Suspend X (4)], Blink (4), Restrain (4), Pull (2), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Shield (4)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: B | 500

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 500
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