Matsuri

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

@TheHangedMan RWBY got pretty dark this year...

and I love it

Zodiac Masters [UPDATED!]

Name: Koko Aozora

Age: 22

Role: Reincarnation of the Rooster Monk

Preferred Weapon: Bow and arrow

Personality:

Simply put, Koko is a nervous wreck. Whenever she tries to speak she stutters a lot, so it's a bit hard to figure out what she's saying on occasion. She tends to stay away from huge crowds and often people in general, in fear she'll embarrass herself in front of them. Koko also tends to over analyse situations, believing that people are unpredictable and anything can happen at any time.
Her social awkwardness and lack of interaction with other people as a child may be a result of these traits. In reality though, Koko is a compassionate individual, and always tries her best to fix her wrongs.

Bio: Will be revealed later on in the RP, but one thing I will tell you is that she was home schooled for a majority of her childhood.

Appearance:

I wanna be a HERO! - One Punch Man-inspired anime superheroes RP

Aya Kagamine

• Name: Aya Kagamine (Kagamine Aya)
• Hero Name: Ayaka (a combo of her first and last name), though she is sometimes referred to by her real given name.
• Age: 22
• Gender: Female
• Appearance:
  Aya is a woman of average height, standing at around 167 cm. Her short black hair is swept to the left and she's easily distinguished by her somewhat large, deep red eyes and athletic figure.
• Superhero Appearance:
  Aya's closet is mostly made up of an array of different hoodies. Aside from that, she's often seen wearing knee length shorts and simple running black shoes.
• Personality:
  Aya's personality isn't anything too out of the ordinary; she's often perceived as a short tempered and fierce person. Stubborn, fearless, and brutally honest, Aya doesn't really attract much positive attention.
  
  Although she seems very impatient and hot headed, Aya's actually a very passionate and determined person. Whether it be saving the city from a monster blob or simply trying to express her artistic skills, Aya will see it to the end. She's even a bit socially awkward too, for, well… reasons. Aya will usually be the one to linger in the background, but once that spark lights the fire there's no going back.
• Equipment:
  - Shoulder bag: Where Aya keeps all that lovely jubbly spray paint can stuff.
  
  - Spray paint cans: Not your typical set of spray paints.
  
  - A bottle of perfume: Perfume in your eyes is never a nice thing. So, don't piss of Aya to the point where she has to resort to this. Just… don't.
• Abilities:
  With her not-so-normal spray paints, Aya can use a variety of different abilities.
  
  - Red Can: This allows Aya to spew flames from her can. By spraying it on someone or something, her can emits regular flames with regular effects.
  
  - Yellow Can: This allows Aya to spew lightning from her can. By spraying it on someone or something, her can emits large sparks of lightning to either shock the opponent (mentally and physically) or deal some damage to wear down an opponent.
  
  - Green Can: This allows Aya to temporarily set up barriers by spraying a circle around herself. These barriers aren't overly strong, and can only fully function if the ring is less than or exactly two metres in diameter.
  
  - Blue Can: This allows Aya to produce gusts of wind from her can. By spraying the paint in a zigzag motion, Aya can increase the power of her wind attacks.
  
  - White Can: This allows Aya to make cool ice structures and such. Basically toned down Elsa from Frozen in a can of spray paint.
  
  - Black Can: This allows Aya to spew smoke from her can. By far one of her most dangerous cans. Even though this can be used for something as simple as a smokescreen, inhaling large amounts of this stuff can pretty much kill you. So, stay away from it. It'll save your life. Unless you're another annoying little villain. In that case, snort all the smoke you want. It's not like Aya's going to complain anyway.
  
  These unusual spray paint cans do have their unusual weaknesses though. Refills are needed whenever the cans are running low, and the less 'paint' means the less effective its abilities become. Also, these cans are only able to be used when physical contact is made with them, so Aya must keep her hands wrapped around the cans at all times during usage. For some reason, these cans only need regular refills to be able to be used again... Aya never really went into depth about it, but she assumes there's something in the can that converts red refills into fire, blues into ice etc.
• Skills:
  - Freerunning: Aya's athletic build gives her a great advantage in this. Her added experience makes her a talented freerunner, so she is able to make escapes quite quickly.
  
  - Parkour: Another talent Aya possesses. Again, her athletic body and experience makes her a natural at this.
  
  - Hand-to-hand combat: While she doesn't particularly exceed in it, Aya can throw a couple of good punches and kicks. Although these hits may start off strong, they seem to quickly weaken as time passes.
  
  - Precise perception: Surprisingly enough, Aya is very good at telling whether people are lying or not. While not necessarily a superhuman ability, her extreme perception is almost like no other. Her chromesthesia is one of the reasons for this. Through people's voices, Aya is able to tell the difference between truth and tale; if she sees green in your voice then it's game over for you.
• Brief Backstory:
  
  Hider

  As a child, Aya wasn't very social with her classmates. For some reason, the girl just saw the world very… differently. She would always see colours. Lots and lots of them. Aya didn't even need to know the names of the people in her class to know who they were. As long as she knew their colours she would be able to tell which one was which in a heartbeat.
  
  But, Aya was still young, and so was everybody else in her class. It was only her that viewed the world from an entire different light, though, and the kids around her didn't seem capable of accepting that. Nobody was fond of this weird little girl, which caused her to feel lonely and alienated from the other children. She wasn't any different from them, so why where they being so harsh on her? She didn't even do anything wrong, did she? So why was she seeing so much red and green in their voices? The thought of seeing those colours spilling out of another child's mouth made Aya want to gag. It made her upset.
  
  It made her lonely.
  
  As the years passed, Aya decided she had enough. She wasn't going to tolerate this nonsense anymore.
  
  First, it started off with small comebacks. Then actual arguments. And after that came the daily bickering between classmates.
  
  Then a well deserved punch to the face.
  
  This angry build up continued through to her teen years. Getting into fights and heated arguments were the norm at her middle school, and God knows how many times her parents had to persuade the school to keep her in. She wasn't going to take anymore ridicule from these people, and so her reputation as a seemingly insane delinquent rose.
  
  That was, until she found a way to actually calm herself.
  
  Art.
  
  The stroke of the brush, the grating of the pencil against a canvas; Aya completely fell in love with it. She could express herself in ways she wasn't able to before, and for the first time Aya felt at peace. It wasn't like the blank sheet of paper was going to judge her thoughts anyway, so why stress out trying to get her feelings out there? The girl would spend the rest of her time painting and drawing, and eventually, a newfound love for spray paints had blossomed. All those ugly greens and reds she had seen… She could finally let her true emotions show through her own paintings.
  
  And so, time passed and Aya found herself living a normal life in a generic apartment somewhere in Ginmura. Before becoming a hero she decided to sell her artwork online, hoping it would earn her some money to pay these pesky bills. Sure enough, it did. Balancing her life as a hero trying to defend a city and as a simple artist spraying paint on a piece of card for money wasn't going to be easy, but she still intends to gain some recognition in the art industry.
• Hero Rank: B-Class
• Theme Song: Aya's Theme

I wanna be a HERO! - One Punch Man-inspired anime superheroes RP

A certain angry painter

• Name: Aya Kagamine (Kagamine Aya)
• Hero Name: Spectrum
• Age: 22
• Gender: Female
• Appearance:
  Aya is a woman of average height, standing at around 167 cm. Her short black hair is swept to the left and she's easily distinguished by her somewhat large, deep red eyes and athletic figure.
• Superhero Appearance:
  Aya's closet is mostly made up of an array of different hoodies. Aside from that, she's often seen wearing knee length shorts and simple running black shoes.
• Personality:
  Aya's personality isn't anything too out of the ordinary; she's often perceived as a short tempered and fierce person. Stubborn, fearless, and brutally honest, Aya doesn't really attract much positive attention.
  
  Although she seems very impatient and hot headed, Aya's actually a very passionate and determined person. Whether it be saving the city from a monster blob or simply trying to express her artistic skills, Aya will see it to the end. She's even a bit socially awkward too, for, well… reasons. Aya will usually be the one to linger in the background, but once that spark lights the fire there's no going back.
• Equipment:
  - Shoulder bag: Where Aya keeps all that lovely jubbly spray paint can stuff.
  
  - Spray paint cans: Not your typical set of spray paints.
  
  - A bottle of perfume: Perfume in your eyes is never a nice thing. So, don't piss of Aya to the point where she has to resort to this. Just… don't.
• Abilities:
  With her not-so-normal spray paints, Aya can use a variety of different abilities.
  
  - Red Can: This allows Aya to spew flames from her can. By spraying it on someone or something, her can emits regular flames with regular effects.
  
  - Yellow Can: This allows Aya to spew lightning from her can. By spraying it on someone or something, her can emits large sparks of lightning to either shock the opponent (mentally and physically) or deal some damage to wear down an opponent.
  
  - Green Can: This allows Aya to temporarily set up barriers by spraying a circle around herself. These barriers aren't overly strong, and can only fully function if the ring is less than or exactly two metres in diameter.
  
  - Blue Can: This allows Aya to produce gusts of wind from her can. By spraying the paint in a zigzag motion, Aya can increase the power of her wind attacks.
  
  - White Can: This allows Aya to make cool ice structures and such. Basically toned down Elsa from Frozen in a can of spray paint.
  
  - Black Can: This allows Aya to spew smoke from her can. By far one of her most dangerous cans. Even though this can be used for something as simple as a smokescreen, inhaling large amounts of this stuff can pretty much kill you. So, stay away from it. It'll save your life. Unless you're another annoying little villain. In that case, snort all the smoke you want. It's not like Aya's going to complain anyway.
  
  These unusual spray paint cans do have their unusual weaknesses though. Refills are needed whenever the cans are running low, and the less 'paint' means the less effective its abilities become. Also, these cans are only able to be used when physical contact is made with them, so Aya must keep her hands wrapped around the cans at all times during usage. For some reason, these cans only need regular refills to be able to be used again... Aya never really went into depth about it, but she assumes there's something in the can that converts red refills into fire, blues into ice etc.
• Skills:
  - Freerunning: Aya's athletic build gives her a great advantage in this. Her added experience makes her a talented freerunner, so she is able to make escapes quite quickly.
  
  - Parkour: Another talent Aya possesses. Again, her athletic body and experience makes her a natural at this.
  
  - Hand-to-hand combat: While she doesn't particularly exceed in it, Aya can throw a couple of good punches and kicks. Although these hits may start off strong, they seem to quickly weaken as time passes.
  
  - Precise perception: Surprisingly enough, Aya is very good at telling whether people are lying or not. While not necessarily a superhuman ability, her extreme perception is almost like no other. Her chromesthesia is one of the reasons for this. Through people's voices, Aya is able to tell the difference between truth and tale; if she sees green in your voice then it's game over for you.
• Brief Backstory:
  
  Hider

  As a child, Aya wasn't very social with her classmates. For some reason, the girl just saw the world very… differently. She would always see colours. Lots and lots of them. Aya didn't even need to know the names of the people in her class to know who they were. As long as she knew their colours she would be able to tell which one was which in a heartbeat.
  
  But, Aya was still young, and so was everybody else in her class. It was only her that viewed the world from an entire different light, though, and the kids around her didn't seem capable of accepting that. Nobody was fond of this weird little girl, which caused her to feel lonely and alienated from the other children. She wasn't any different from them, so why where they being so harsh on her? She didn't even do anything wrong, did she? So why was she seeing so much red and green in their voices? The thought of seeing those colours spilling out of another child's mouth made Aya want to gag. It made her upset.
  
  It made her lonely.
  
  As the years passed, Aya decided she had enough. She wasn't going to tolerate this nonsense anymore.
  
  First, it started off with small comebacks. Then actual arguments. And after that came the daily bickering between classmates.
  
  Then a well deserved punch to the face.
  
  This angry build up continued through to her teen years. Getting into fights and heated arguments were the norm at her middle school, and God knows how many times her parents had to persuade the school to keep her in. She wasn't going to take anymore ridicule from these people, and so her reputation as a seemingly insane delinquent rose.
  
  That was, until she found a way to actually calm herself.
  
  Art.
  
  The stroke of the brush, the grating of the pencil against a canvas; Aya completely fell in love with it. She could express herself in ways she wasn't able to before, and for the first time Aya felt at peace. It wasn't like the blank sheet of paper was going to judge her thoughts anyway, so why stress out trying to get her feelings out there? The girl would spend the rest of her time painting and drawing, and eventually, a newfound love for spray paints had blossomed. All those ugly greens and reds she had seen… She could finally let her true emotions show through her own paintings.
  
  And so, time passed and Aya found herself living a normal life in a generic apartment somewhere in Ginmura. Before becoming a hero she decided to sell her artwork online, hoping it would earn her some money to pay these pesky bills. Sure enough, it did. Balancing her life as a hero trying to defend a city and as a simple artist spraying paint on a piece of card for money wasn't going to be easy, but she still intends to gain some recognition in the art industry.
• Hero Rank: (I'm guessing a high C to a low B, but that's up to you.)
• Theme Song: Aya's Theme

(I suck at writing backstories so... eh.)

Zodiac Masters [UPDATED!]

Ah, okay then. I'll probably reserve the rooster, if that's all right?

I wanna be a HERO! - One Punch Man-inspired anime superheroes RP

*struggles to breathe*

sorry, i got a bit excited because there was this one RP that never really got far but now this one's spawned up and i just feel happy

Will get a CS some time.

Zodiac Masters [UPDATED!]

This plot's got me interested!

Is it OK if I reserve the Ox? I'll probably get a CS up in an hour or so.

Academy of Noble Arms

"Yo, fencer with the glasses, get over here and take a seat."

She would, later. Right now, she was just observing these other students from the door. Even from here she could eavesdrop on the conversation the colourful haired girl was having with some guy. Well, a few guys as it seemed. She then glanced at the one wearing similar glasses to Claire herself.

"You're more full of shit than those two idiots who got themselves shot. I don't even need my 'useless' rocks to beat the stuffing out of you and try not to talk about me when I'm right here. It makes you look even more stupid than you are."

Ooh, it seems another battle is about to begin! Exciting!

Damn, this girl. She had wit. And Claire liked that. But, it was probably best for her and the glasses boy to settle things themselves. It wouldn't hurt to stay away from the violence, right? Eavesdropping was one thing, getting involved was another.

"Have you ever played chess?" the boy asked. He flicked what seemed like a bullet into the air, and in a split second he had his gun to purple girl's neck.

"This is referred to as a checkmate."

Woah, woah, what is going on? You do not bring a gun to a battle of words! What is this boy thinking? Did he attempt to challenge someone to a battle of wits unarmed?

"One more word out of your disrespectful mouth and I'll put a bullet through your cervical vertebrae and paralyze you for life, Even if your noble arm is capable of stopping my bullets; Human reaction time isn't fast enough to catch them before they hit you. You have no chance of success here, so how about you sit down and keep your mouth shut around me next time."

Ooh, comeback...

"You know, I hate when people use chess analogues in real life. It's a lot more complex. For instance, you should never assume you have one opponent," another boy responded.

Patting her hands on the table, Claire struggled to keep her giggles in. This sort of witty war was already already keeping the girl at the edge of her seat.

I am really starting to like this class! Well, these people anyways…

"So . . . I assume this isn't a class activity?" someone spoke out. Clearly a boy's voice.

"Because if it isn't, I'm gonna have to ask you all to stop, please?"

Claire turned her head towards the seemingly clueless newcomer.

Aw, and it was just getting good… Oh well. I still have an entire year to see these people in action.

The chesnut-haired girl eyed the grey head with the sword, hearing him ask for their instructor's location. Come to think of it, this instructor was later than usual. Actually, he was very late. Some kid had pointed a gun to another student and he wasn't there to stop it.

"If he was anywhere near where I was, chances are he got stuck in traffic. There's been a terrorist bombing nearby, and the damages plus investigation have slown down traffic as a result."

"Terrorist bombing?"

Claire's eyes widened. She had definitely heard of the terrorist group causing havoc in the Philippines on many occasions, but the realisation that she they were in the vicinity made her gulp. The least she wanted was to get bombed on her first day at the academy.

"In any case, we should probably wait for awhile. If he doesn't arrive after ten minutes, I'll go make a report to the Grade Leader and see if we can get a substitute, though in that case it's most likely we'll be having a free period."

More time for Claire to 'socially interact' with others then.

She walked up to the small classroom crowd, placing her hands on the table near them.

"So, how are you people doing?"

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@allyouwittylotatthetable

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

*lays back in chair and laughs*

Vera is totally not insane

Like, totally

damn it im all about these crazy creepy characters now aren't i

Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Vera Meadows and Jocelyn Blackwell

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With a gasp, Jocelyn's eyes popped open. Her breathing was fast paced and seemed almost irregular, like she was running some sort if race. She was sweating a whole lot as well.

Damn, that strike to the head really got to her.

Jolting out of bed she scanned the bedroom. Just a quick check to see if there were any remaining suited psychopaths in the area. Oh, and bullet holes. There should have been a lot of buttholes bullet holes.

Surprisingly, there were none to be seen. The sheets seemed fine and the walls were anything but damaged. It was like nothing had ever happened. Like it was all just some trick, an illusion to be exact. Pretty creepy, to be honest. And Jocelyn was experiencing the full extent of it.

Once she actually managed to balance herself she saw a small piece of paper float onto the ground. Picking it up, she read:

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Patricia and I wanted to stay by your bed for a bit longer but we were called back to the house by your mother. It seemed like an emergency, so we couldn't stay long. Sorry. If you need us, don't hesitate to call us, okay?

Octavia.

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Jocelyn read it over again and smiled. Octavia was such a considerate person. Maybe even too considerate. Maybe even too considerate to the point that Jocelyn was worried out of her mind about the woman herself.

"Emergency?"

Well, that's what it read on the paper. Placing it onto the desk the girl got dressed, picking out some new clothes for her first school day. She continued to ponder in the hallway, her face cold and serious.

"Someone was trying to take it again."

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First period flew by quicker than Jo had expected, and now she found herself suffocating in the cafeteria. Being only 4'11 was bound to get her killed at some point.

"So crowded… And I thought the school was hard to navigate through…"

"Ah. Jocelyn, was it?"

Startled, Jo spun around on her heel, almost toppling into a nearby table. She held her breath, gazing up at the tall brunette.

"O-Oh… I mean, yes! Good morning to you, Vera."

The towering teen smiled. "Good morning to you too, Jocelyn. You seem to be doing well on your first day."

Jocelyn quickly nodded. This feeling again… Every time Vera was in her presence, Jo just seemed to freeze up on the spot.

What is with her… I mean, she seems nice and all, but why do I feel so uneasy when she's around?


"Are you all right, Jocelyn? Is there something on my face?"

"Oh… Sorry about that. I'm just a bit tired today. That's all."

The little lady looked away, avoiding eye contact with Vera. Quite an impolite thing for her to do during conversation, but this time would probably be the only exception.

Smiling, Vera took a step closer. "Maybe if you grabbed a bite to eat you would feel a little better? I strongly suggest that you try this cafeteria's food. You won't regret it, I can promise you that."

After being shoved into the queue, Jocelyn had to lightly tug onto Vera's dress just so she could see where she was headed with her. Oh well, the girl was only thirteen anyway. She was still growing, of course. That's what Jo hoped at least.

Suddenly, just before Jo could reach the glorious looking sandwiches in front of her, another student bumped in, tossing her back into Vera. Maybe it would have been better to stay hidden behind her acquaintance instead.

"Please, you really shouldn't cut into the line like that-"

"Huh? Since when did a small fry like you have the permission to tell me what to do? Pipe down pipsqueak, I ain't listenin' to you."

Jo reluctantly drew herself back from the slightly taller boy. He was pretty average, about 5'6 at the least. A fight wasn't what she was looking for, but she had to set this one way or another. That food wasn't going to stay sparkling in all its delicious glory without her taking some.

"Look, I really don't want to cause a scene, but can you please just-"

Gently placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, Vera stepped forward, leaning towards him. "Please, you really shouldn't cut into line like that. If you're not able to follow simple instructions, then I'll assume you're brain is just as simple."

Vera leant in again, this time whispering in the boy's ear so Jocelyn wouldn't be able to hear. "Also, since when did a small fry like you have the permission to order other people around as you wish? Pipe down pipsqueak, nobody's listening to you."

Then, a smile.

Her eerie voice sent shivers down the boy's spine, like a cold, ominous wind that blows across a graveyard. Her smile, eyes, voice; it was all a literal definition of creepy.

But it seemed to work well, so Vera went on with it.

That was... a bit unexpected.

Taking a step forward, Vera let the boy scurry to the back of the line, dragging Jocelyn forward. The little girl eyed the mouthwatering array of sandwiches, each of them with their own exotic and unique flavour. Their high prices made little Jo's eyes widen, though. Why was picking out sandwiches such a stressful choice?

"Jocelyn, would you like to sit with me?"

Snapping out of her food hypnosis, the mini mage looked up.

"Oh, yes, of course. Hold on… you bought two?"

Vera held up the plastic wrapped sandwiches in her hands. "Yep. One for you and one for me."

Jocelyn gasped at this girl's undeniable generosity. Okay, she was pretty nice. Still iffy, but nice.

"Ah, you really didn't have to buy one for me as well! If you want, I can pay you back-"

"Don't worry Jocelyn, that will not be needed. You deserve it for trying to stand up for yourself back there. I like people like that."

It's also best if I try to be nice to you, especially after scaring the living daylights out of that boy earlier on. Wouldn't want to make a bad impression on a younger mage.

The two sat at a table, biting into their not so well deserved food. The young Jo's eyes sparkled with glee, her face much brighter than usual.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

"It really is! I mean, yes, it is. Also, thank you for buying this for me, Vera. I'll be sure to buy you lunch the next time we meet here."

The brunette chuckled. A real chuckle. For the first time in ages her mask had been lifted. She had to admit, the girl was downright adorable.

"Oh, no, it's absolutely fine. Small things such as this don't need much in return."

The little lady took another bite out of her sandwich. She gazed up at the clear blue sky, sighing.

"Is there something wrong, Jocelyn?"

"Hm? Ah, no, I was just thinking."

Vera tilted her head to the side. "Is something troubling you? You seem quite concerned."

"Oh, no, not at all! Well… um…"

Jocelyn looked away again, her lips dropping into a small frown. Flashbacks from the night before replayed in her head, making her shiver. Everything had just happened so fast, faster than Patricia could run around a football field with her blinding speed.

Jo tried her best to put up a convincing smile, which most likely failed to hide her true emotions. "Please, you don't need to worry about me! I'm fine, really."

A blast of lightning struck the ground out of nowhere, making little Jo shriek. A table was hurtled towards the two girls, blowing their expensive food off their own table, as well as sending it flying along with it.

"Wha-What was that?" Jo exclaimed, almost falling off her chair in shock.

"What… was that?" Vera muttered, eyes widened slightly at the creature that stood before them.

How can you act so calm when someone just blew your sandwich away with a table?

Vera glanced at the astonished Jocelyn, trying to speak over the screams of the other students. "Please, don't be frightened, Jocelyn. You just have to get used to things like this. I remember on my first day someone called in a giant snake in the exact same area. It wasn't all that pretty, trust me."

"Greetings, humans. I, am Sorcha, Radiant King of the heavens and the Wandering Tempest of the North."

The two saw someone else approach the dragon lady, or 'Wandering Tempest of the North' as it seemed to refer itself to as. Even from such a far distance Vera could tell this boy was pissed off.

Pissed off because it wasn't just Vera's sandwich that got blown away by this dragon's extravagant entrance.

The girl had to try her best to hold in her giggles. It was an expensive sandwich, yes, but getting worked up over something so little made her snort. Oh well. This was definitely an amusing scene to keep watch of.