Matsuri

Akatsuki Academy

Makoto Kanemaru

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"Akatsuki Academy… This must be it."

Like any other dark and gloomy day, the large red moon loomed over the city's buildings. One of those buildings being Akatsuki Academy; Makoto Kanemaru's next destination.

The building was much larger than she had expected, even though it was to be expected. This wasn't a time to be distract though. With a wave of students – or 'critters', as she liked to call the smaller ones – attempting to sweep her through the gates, Makoto couldn't just stand around and let herself topple over. The crowd would only continue to grow with another ten students entering each second.

Then, a small thud.

"A-Ah, sorry about that! I didn't meant to, uh…" a squeaky voice apologised. If she remembered correctly, this was a school for the… older students, was it not?

"Huh?"

As she cocked her head around, the smaller girl shrieked. Makoto simply raised an eyebrow.

"Er, sorry, was I in your way or–"

"I-I'm terribly sorry! Please, d-don't hurt me!"

And just like that, the little critter scuttled off. Again, Makoto raised an eyebrow. Why did she have to run off like that?

Ah, of course. Hair worn down, eyes dark from no sleep, dressed in mainly black. Coupled with her naturally pale skin and naturally looming figure, it was a literal recipe for the perfect Halloween costume.

Okay, now she was just being a tad too harsh on herself. Makoto couldn't help it if she happened to be taller and paler than most girls, right?

Well, the truth's the truth.

"Welcome to Akatsuki Academy, applicants. I'm the Senior Instructor Reiko Asamiya, however most of you might have heard of me by the moniker of Scarlet Sage. I'll be handling your education along with the other teachers. Now that the introductions have been made, let me go straight to the matters at hand. I'm sure most of you think you are here to become heroes and heroines, to fight for justice and defend the weak. Thus, before anything more is said, I ask of you. What is a Chaser?"

Was that rhetorical?

"Hold up quick question, is this place just filled with a bunch of basic white skinny bitches? Because that all I'm getting from looking at most these people here; some of you mother fuckers need to eat a god damn sandwich."

Makoto blinked.

"Well, I do see your point, some of the people here don't really look that physically fit…" Makoto muttered, looking over the crowd herself. After glancing over, she looked back at the… rather tall boy.

"…also, maybe a sandwich wouldn't do so good on its own… Having a healthy meal and exercising each day should be able to build up some proper muscle, you know?"

If her father were to hear of this conversation he would most likely be face palming right now. As much as he loved his daughter to bits her oblivious nature was sure to send anyone into rage.

"The average teen does have what it takes to build more muscle as they grow older, regardless of their race. It's the truth."

The few surrounding students where probably quaking in their shoes as to what could possibly follow up next. Makoto's blank, seemingly clueless expression was making it even more likely.

"A chaser is a cool dude who fucks shit up!"

"It means your a hero of the Crimson sky !! Bound to protect people that can't protect their selves!"

It seemed the question wasn't rhetorical after all.

Come to think of it… it's actually a much more complicated question than that…

Maybe Makoto would wait and see what the others said first.

Masked Heroes (Fantasy Crossover, eg.: do whatever you want(within limits))

*expresses interest*

Akatsuki Academy

I'm sure Makoto would be fine with anyone on her team.

Makoto

"Your decision, your outcome."

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Name: Makoto Kanemaru

Title: Lantern

Gender: Female

Race: A measly little human

Age: 16

Height: 5'9

Weight: 143 lbs

Appearance: Makoto is a tall girl of Japanese descent with a slender and athletic build. Her most prominent features are her unusual golden eyes and thick, waist length black hair. Her pale skin, towering height and ghostly appearance seem to intimidate most people, and her looks have even been compared to the famous Yuki-onna on multiple occasions. For personal reasons, Makoto quotes that she hates the colour of her eyes.

Makoto isn't a very colourful person when it comes to clothing. She's mostly seen in a grey leather jacket and combat boots, and a black turtleneck top and leggings. She also wears a special belt to hold her sword by her side and black fingerless gloves to increase the grip she has on her sword. During battle, Makoto will most likely tie her hair up into a single high ponytail.

Personality:

People say appearances can be deceiving – Makoto is one of those people who fit into that category perfectly. Although, not in the 'negative' sense others think of it to be.

Unlike what her ghastly appearance says, Makoto is actually a very talkative person, and enjoys socialising with others. However, some may see her as quite rude and harsh, as she is very honest and true to her own feelings and opinions. Because of this she has very few close friends, though Makoto is usually the one people will we seek for advice. She's also very observant and perceptive, and is a good listener.

Makoto is quite strong minded and hard to knock down, and will always do what she thinks is best. If she thinks its fair, she'll go with it. She hates people forcing others to do things when they don't want to, as she believes people should be able to make decisions for themselves rather than having others decide their futures for them. She strongly disagrees with things such as and related to 'fate', again relating to her opinion how people decide their own futures. This also means she dislikes fortune telling, star signs etc.

Short Bio:

Because my bios make me cringe

Golden eyes. That was the first thing her mother ever acknowledged about her. Not the fact that she was now truly alive and breathing; she had golden eyes. Once the newborn Makoto had first opened them, her mother was delighted.

Delighted in the wrong way.

She knew her daughter was going to succeed. She knew she was destined for greatness from the very start. That must be a good thing then, right?

Not necessarily.

As Makoto started to grow, her mother loved and cared for her, teaching her many valuable things and filling her with her own ideals, hoping her daughter would become a 'strong woman' like herself. 'Fight for the city and you will be rewarded with praise.' As a young child, Makoto went on accordingly with her mother's teachings, and was beginning to be taught how to wield a sword. Makoto's undying loyalty towards her mother seemed unbreakable, and it looked like she wasn't ever going to leave the woman's side.

However, all things changed when her little sister Michiko was born. Makoto, now six years of age, was delighted to learn of Michiko's birth. But the mother? She was not at all pleased. Instead of the expected golden, Michiko's eyes were a dull brown.

She knew her daughter wasn't going to succeed. She knew she was destined for nothing from the very start. That was a very bad thing.

Very bad.

As she had predicted, Michiko wasn't anything special. She was useless at studies and iaijutsu, and was beaten down countless times for it. Makoto, horrified by this inhumane visage, did her best to protect Michiko. Unlike her little sister, Makoto was always loved and cared for, so why not Michiko as well? They had the same blood rushing through their veins, so why was it Michiko that always got hell and not Makoto? It just wasn't fair in her eyes.

So, as soon as she discovered the real reason behind this discrimination, Makoto became engulfed by rage.

It was when Makoto was around thirteen when she decided to face her mother head on. She thought it was absolutely ridiculous that her little sister was being treated differently because of the colour of her eyes. It even got so extreme that Makoto even threatened to gouge her own eyes out, until her father stepped into the scene to break the two up. Enough was enough, and so, a few weeks later Makoto moved out along with Michiko and her father. There was no way she would tolerate her mother's cruel actions any longer.

Manifestation: Sacred Touch - Makoto's manifestation is something called 'Ductility Manipulation'; the ability to manipulate the toughness, softness and resilience of any solid, nonliving material. This allows her to make her sheathed sword strong enough to dent steel, sharp enough to slice through brick or flexible enough to bend at a 90° angle. Many Kanemaru Chasers in the past preferred to 'toughen' their swords with this ability to create devastating blows.

This ability does have its flaws, though. First of all, this ability cannot affect gas, liquids or living things, such as trees or water. Secondly, this ability takes about a minute to charge up, so in that time the user must wait to be able to use it. Thirdly, only materials in a one metre radius can be affected by Sacred Touch, which is why it is recommended to incorporate it with fighting styles that use weapons. Finally, the user must have their hands on the material to be able to use Sacred Touch. If they are to let go or lose their grip, then the manifestation will lose its effects (this is also why Sacred Touch doesn't go well with archers). Makoto is also only able to manipulate one property at a time, so it is impossible for her to strengthen and sharpen her sword at the same time.

One of the most notable flaws to this manifestation is its unusual 'time limit'. A person may only use Sacred Touch for as long as ten minutes each day. If Makoto were to use Sacred Touch for four minutes, then she is only able to use it for six more minutes if she plans on fighting with it later on. If she were to use it for ten minutes straight then she will not be able to use it for another five hours. After five hours, any minutes that have been used up will be replenished.

Weapons: Kanemaru – A shinken sword that has been passed down the Kanemaru line for many years. Its most striking feature is its golden blade, which, although often mistaken to be forged out of gold, is actually a special metal that gives off a very bright golden light when Zetsu is channelled through it. This light can be used to distract opponents by revealing only a 1/3 of the blade from its sheath and flashing it in the enemy's eyes.

Weirdly enough, those that have used this sword rarely fight with it unsheathed. They instead use the sword sheathed to deal fatal internal damage as well as outward, using the manifestation Sacred Touch that is usually passed down to make for some frightening blows. According to Makoto's mother, no youkai has ever survived to see the entire blade of this sword.

Equipment: Nothing special, maybe just a shoulder bag to carry money, food and small essentials.

Other:
Lantern
"I will win this fight; it's the truth."

Glare
"So… Finally gonna get serious now, huh?"

Crack
"Bastard..."

Akatsuki Academy

Hope the CS is good!

Makoto

"Your decision, your outcome."

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Name: Makoto Kanemaru

Title: Lantern

Gender: Female

Race: A measly little human

Age: 16

Height: 5'9

Weight: 140 lbs

Appearance: Makoto is a tall girl of Japanese descent with a slender and athletic build. Her most prominent features are her unusual golden eyes and thick, waist length black hair. Her pale skin, towering height and ghostly appearance seem to intimidate most people, and her looks have even been compared to the famous Yuki-onna on multiple occasions. For personal reasons, Makoto quotes that she hates the colour of her eyes. Rumours have been going around that Makoto's eyes are so bright she can see through the dark, although that isn't true at all.

Makoto isn't a very colourful person when it comes to clothing. She's mostly seen in a grey leather jacket and combat boots, and a black turtleneck top and leggings. She also wears a special belt to hold her sword by her side and black fingerless gloves to increase the grip she has on her sword. During battle, Makoto will most likely tie her hair up into a single high ponytail.

Personality:

People say appearances can be deceiving – Makoto is one of those people who fit into that category perfectly. Although, not in the 'negative' sense others think of it to be.

Unlike what her ghastly appearance says, Makoto is actually a very talkative person, and enjoys socialising with others. However, some may see her as quite rude and harsh, as she is very honest and true to her own feelings and opinions. Because of this she has very few close friends, though Makoto is usually the one people will we seek for advice. She's also very observant and perceptive, and is a good listener.

Makoto is quite strong minded and hard to knock down, and will always do what she thinks is best. If she thinks its fair, she'll go with it. She hates people forcing others to do things when they don't want to, as she believes people should be able to make decisions for themselves rather than having others decide their futures for them. She strongly disagrees with things such as and related to 'fate', again relating to her opinion how people decide their own futures. This also means she dislikes fortune telling, star signs etc.

Short Bio:

Because my bios make me cringe

Golden eyes. That was the first thing her mother ever acknowledged about her. Not the fact that she was now truly alive and breathing; she had golden eyes. Once the newborn Makoto had first opened them, her mother was delighted.

Delighted in the wrong way.

She knew her daughter was going to succeed. She knew she was destined for greatness from the very start. That must be a good thing then, right?

Not necessarily.

As Makoto started to grow, her mother loved and cared for her, teaching her many valuable things and filling her with her own ideals, hoping her daughter would become a 'strong woman' like herself. 'Fight for the city and you will be rewarded with praise.' As a young child, Makoto went on accordingly with her mother's teachings, and was beginning to be taught how to wield a sword. Makoto's undying loyalty towards her mother seemed unbreakable, and it looked like she wasn't ever going to leave the woman's side.

However, all things changed when her little sister Michiko was born. Makoto, now six years of age, was delighted to learn of Michiko's birth. But the mother? She was not at all pleased. Instead of the expected golden, Michiko's eyes were a dull brown.

She knew her daughter wasn't going to succeed. She knew she was destined for nothing from the very start. That was a very bad thing.

Very bad.

As she had predicted, Michiko wasn't anything special. She was useless at studies and iaijutsu, and was beaten down countless times for it. Makoto, horrified by this inhumane visage, did her best to protect Michiko. Unlike her little sister, Makoto was always loved and cared for, so why not Michiko as well? They had the same blood rushing through their veins, so why was it Michiko that always got hell and not Orihime? It just wasn't fair in her eyes.

So, as soon as she discovered the real reason behind this discrimination, Makoto became engulfed by rage.

It was when Makoto was around thirteen when she decided to face her mother head on. She thought it was absolutely ridiculous that her little sister was being treated differently because of the colour of her eyes. It even got so extreme that Makoto even threatened to gouge her own eyes out, until her father stepped into the scene to break the two up. Enough was enough, and so, a few weeks later Makoto moved out along with Michiko and her father. There was no way she would tolerate her mother's cruel actions any longer.

Manifestation: Strength of a Thousand – Simply put, Makoto possesses strength far greater than that of the average human. She applies her immense strength to her fighting style, using her sheathed sword to create devastating blows.

Weapons: Golden Trail – A sword that has been passed down the Kanemaru line for many years. Its most striking feature is its golden blade, which, although often mistaken to be forged out of gold, is actually a special metal that gives off a very bright golden light when Zetsu is channelled through it. This light can be used to distract opponents by revealing only a 1/3 of the blade from its sheath and flashing it in the enemy's eyes.

Weirdly enough, those that have used this sword rarely fight with it unsheathed. They instead use the sword sheathed to deal fatal internal damage as well as outward, using the enhanced strength that is usually passed down to make for some frightening blows. According to Makoto's mother, no youkai has ever survived to see the entire blade of this sword.

Equipment: Nothing special, maybe just a shoulder bag to carry money, food and small essentials.

Other:

Akatsuki Academy

Been lingering and definitely interested. Will get a CS up in the morning :)

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

Aya Kagamine

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Port District

“Whatever! Just wait until my next robot attacks this idiot city, it’ll look amazing while it does it!”

"Heh, it better. It would be kinda pointless to destroy somethin' that already looks like a pile of junk."

Aya got back up onto her feet, looking down directly at the younger boy. Valence was such an easy tease.

“You should be more focused on surviving this!”

The woman watched as the large robot aimed its giant metal arms at her, preparing to shoot. Oh well, at least this robot didn't look as bad as the others.

"You have got to be shitting me!"

The bullets came at, well, an average bullet's speed, but still fast nevertheless. Whipping out a white can from her bag, Aya sprayed at them, freezing the bullets in place and creating a wall of clear ice. Using her fiery red can she melted it away, watching the bullets drop to the surface.


"Damn it… Where'd the little runt go?"

As she continued to glance around, more bullets came flying towards her. Maybe melting the ice wall probably wasn't the smartest idea.

Then again, Aya wasn't the smartest person either.

"I'm sure we'd all do without the crappy hide 'n seek act, Val! Y'know, it'd be easier if you'd just come out already so I can sock your little face in-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Aya was knocked sideways, falling onto her butt and meeting eye to eye with a… robot girl?

"The hell was that for? Couldn't ya see that I was kinda in the middle of-"

Looking to her left, Aya saw the indentations of the bullets on another one of the large metal crates. Any second late from that life saving tackle and B-Class Ayaka would be no more.

"Holy shit… Uh, sorry 'bout that, you just totally saved my ass and I'm screamin' at you for it…"

Damn it. The awkwardness was just too much to handle. Gently pushing the girl off, Aya scrambled to her feet, a red can in her right and a white one in her left. Sure, going after young Valence would have been a smarter idea, but seeing as this other hero could actually fly, she figured it would be better for her to go after Val rather than the robot.

"All right… How about we add a touch of fire and ice to this crappy paint job?"

Using the ice of her white spray paint can to cross over the crates, Aya eventually arrived near the clump of metal. Standing atop another crate, the woman raised a confused eyebrow.

"So, uh… Is that supposed to be its head or…?"

Once again, the robot began to shoot. Thankfully, Aya was cautious and prepared. She leapt down onto the smaller crates and landed safely onto the ground, letting them block the bullets for her. No more pesky bullets making holes her back anymore.

The hooded lady slipped through a small gap and ran towards the robot at top speed. Aiming her can towards its feet, a shot of ice froze wrapped itself around them, freezing them in position. Her red can was next, sending a spiral of flames towards the stationary robot.

"If I can melt that ice into water then it might fuck up the robot or something…"

@VitaVitaAR
@Poke

Black Moon, White Night: An Urban Fantasy Visual Novel Inspired RP Reboot with a twist

Kana Yamaguchi

"Thank you for taking time out of your schedule to accompany me."

"Oh, it's absolutely fine," Kana responded with another smile. "I'm actually a bit hungry myself, to be honest."

Things seemed to be going quite smoothly as of now. As long as Kana kept up her charming facade, she wouldn't be dead before the battle began. Stocking up on food would also give her a boost of energy, too.

Being the polite gentlewoman she was, Kana held the door open for the mini mage and stepped on behind her. Ah, the smell of freshly made ramen. Definitely something that would send Kana's grumbling stomach on overdrive.

"Wow, to believe it would be this busy during this time of day..." Kana muttered. The restaurant was bustling with countless customers, deafening anyone else that dared to step inside. Glancing around, Kana eventually found the supposed owner of the restaurant conversing with another young lady.

A lady with red hair.

That woman… Kana had spotted her roaming around the city for the past few days. A newcomer, perhaps?

Or maybe, mage.

There could be a chance that this red head was, though. Getting a rough idea of the surroundings was a way to gain a good advantage against the other mages, so it wouldn't be surprising to have her wander around anywhere and everywhere. But then again, she could just be a normal human being… For some reason, red hair just screamed 'different' in Kana's eyes.

Kana then turned back to the little mage beside her.

"So, anything you're thinking of getting? I do highly recommend their seafood ramen. It's one of my favourites, actually."

If Kana could find the opportunity to speak with this supposed mage, she would.

Academy of Noble Arms

"You are Ms. Claire Leroux correct? I am Alexsis Shorbrooks and if I'm not mistaken you are my partner."

Claire whipped her head around at that mention of her name, facing her new partner. Her face lit up with joy and relief, her chestnut eyes sparkling with glee.

"Finally, I have found you!" she exclaimed, speeding towards Alexsis. She grabbed the girl's hands, a wide grin spread across her face.

"Indeed, I am Claire Leroux, sixteen-years-old and France-born! It is nice to meet you, Alexsis!"

Releasing Alexsis' hands, Claire put her hands on her hips. "So… I am actually not familiar with this place, so… any ideas on what we can do for the time being, Alexsis?"

@The ghost in black

Black Moon, White Night: An Urban Fantasy Visual Novel Inspired RP Reboot with a twist

Kana Yamaguchi

"Excuse me, miss, but could you possibly suggest somewhere nearby I could buy dinner?"

Kana glanced up, facing the girl. The one-eyed girl to be exact.

"Um…"

Shit, she had to think of something, and fast. This definitely wasn't any ordinary girl, so Kana had to be wary. I mean, how often would you see a (seemingly) young girl with an eye patch and a sword strapped to her back walking down a park in broad afternoon daylight? If she wasn't a mage, then Kana wouldn't know what to believe anymore.

Kana placed her mask on her face, smiling sweetly at the girl.

"Oh, of course. There's actually a restaurant that specialises in ramen nearby. Would you like me to walk you?"

Of course, Kana was going to act courteous to this supposed mage. Not only that, but she would need something to feed her stomach before everything turned to hell in the evening. Making good first impressions was probably the safest thing to do, too. Even the smallest of weapons could have the most destructive potential.

Black Moon, White Night: An Urban Fantasy Visual Novel Inspired RP Reboot with a twist

@Raineh Daze Sorry, will hopefully get a post up soon.

By the way, is Miu currently speaking in English or Japanese?