McFazzer

War Notes

<Snipped quote by KoL>

*Phases through all things*

@TheWindel

*phases on the same plane of existence and Windel and bumps into*

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

There may be some minor edits if I can find more appropriate or fitting images or if I discover any typos, naturally

Toni Sparks

Appearance:
with two rather elegant looking sleeve tattoos of dragons covering her arms
Costume: Toni doesn’t really have one at the moment, so far she’s just put on the tacky star-shaped sunglasses whenever attempting to hero. 'Cos priorities.
Name: Toni Sparks
Gender: Girl
Age: 14.
Height: 165cm
Weight: 60kg

Personality:
Toni is a bit of a paradox as she is simultaneously incredibly lazy and equally clever, mostly being clever enough to find a way to keep being lazy. It's either all or nothing for her. She is a lover and once she gets attached to someone she truly and dearly cares for them. It is this tendency to do all she can for those she cares for that gets her in hot water so to speak. She’s very excitable prone to physical contact which often manifests in an almost compulsive need to hug. Toni tends to voice her worries and opinions aloud irrespective of others around her, when people take offence she grumpily tells them not to eavesdrop.

Background:
Toni is a self-made woman. Well as in that she had little option but to strive to be so as she ran from home at a young age and a lot of her education up until applying for schools was self-taught. From a young age Toni earned her way by renting out an internet café booth for weeks at a time and making full use of the internet. Learning everything from classic hero literature to advanced mathematics. Dedicating herself to getting into a Hero school that has a boarding system so she wouldn’t have to scrape by as best she could each week. Going to pachinko parlours and making net profits being how she earned most of her money and then spending the bare minimum needed to get by. All so she could afford to earn her place.

Komei Academy was the place she earned her way into. The ranking system didn’t exactly appeal to her, but the school had what looked like a great cafeteria and the board even at the lowest level was better than the desk sized cubby she was using as a temporary home. Warm bed. Three meals a day. Proper education. Komei Academy was going to be Toni’s foundation for a stable life.

Quirk:
‘tis a secret~

Talents: Toni likes to cook, mainly because she likes tasty food and doesn’t want to be beholden to other people’s skills. It’s less of a talent and more a passion. She has a strong memory that while not photographic by any means allows her to be good on tests. She personally doesn’t really see it as being smart, simply good at recalling things she has read. Toni is also oddly good at sports video games, with her favourites being golf and tennis games.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

@Riegal

Nice to see you too! Given the current character balance though, Tommy might become Toni :P
(And maybe the quirk may be a quirkier one... still debating that one)

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

@Riegal Hi stranger. Fancy seeing you here

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

I'd like to offer up interest. I do look forward to playing in a world where the right thing can be done simply because it's the right thing.

War Notes

@KoL It is Clean being stupid, that was the idea. Clean's biased and probably isn't a good person really. I understand Princess, Clean's just an asshole. I'll try to be better with him moving forwards :)

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Watching the sergeant slink off... disdain, contempt and disgust simply filled Clean, making him feel anything but. Straightening his tie and grimacing he seriously considered stabbing the sergeant in the back, but that would simply get messy. Probably a court marshaling, being discharged before even getting beyond being a cadet and then executed. Letting himself simmer in his disgust, Clean clenched his teeth and a vein in his neck bulged. As he imagined the head fly off the sergeant's shoulders... he could swear he saw the mismatched girl bending out of the way almost as if she were made from rubber.

Hmm... a suppose a strong opponent is something hard to get out of your head, flexibility like that... how should I deal with it? he got stuck in his own head fighting a ghost... a memory... it was maddening. Before falling into a state Clean stalked off ignoring those around him, even the one that was the whole reason for him intervening. This whole place is filthy. Watching dust settle and moving into the mess hall, Clean saw the aftermath of Leblanc's intervention. It looked rather standard for her, either a bruised body or ego for everyone but her. Then there was a tone of voice.

Imperious. Brooking no argument. A tone he knew well, it's nobility. Even in his head the word dripped with vitriol. Inherited positions led to complacency. It's easy to look down and give orders if you have laurels to rest on. To prevent an outburst, Clean pivoted on his heel and leaned against the wall outside and listened in.

Hmph, look at me letting personal bias cloud my judgement. shaking his head is deprecation, Clean listened to the marching orders given by her majesty. The village. It caused conflicting emotions, he hated this fort, but he also hated that nobility was kicking out not only him, but also the wounded from Arcadia, forcing the burden on the local population. Still, nobility aren't the class mere cadets or even a captain can disobey without good reason. Entering the room Clean pointedly ignored the princess and saluted his captain.

"Cadet Crispin Clean will gather what supplies we have left and will attempt to assist the Arcadian troops in finding proper accommodations within the village proper for their wounded."

@KoL

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Relaxation. It was an odd concept after recent events. Everything rushing and colliding until it all screeched to a halt. Debriefs and analysis of gathered information that thankfully Clean was able to avoid being a part of, the only thing of note really being that he encountered the mismatched girl that tried to abduct Althea and failed to capture her due to what could only be called abnormal flexibility. The kick was something else as well, her strength had to be at least equal to his own swing of the axe to be able to knock it from his grip so easily and it was all a reaction to an unexpected situation from her.

“Well, since I can’t seem to get this mismatched girl out of my head I’ll have to just capture her.” Soldiers moved past and kicked up dust causing Clean to frown and move of the road and onto the cobblestone path that led to lodgings. Rounding the corner there were his comrades trying to talk down a well-built soldier and too many soldiers in need of medical attention. The commotion had obviously brought everyone’s attention and quickly heard the Sergeant’s words from mingling stationed soldiers. Walking towards the soldier from behind, Clean looked him over and let his imagination take hold, his blade hamstringing the soldier quickly enough that he’d only feel a cool breeze brushing him, before collapsing to the ground as his legs gave way and writhing in what would probably be immense pain and the blood would pool and drain through the cracks in the earth… it would require immediate medical attention and the soldiers at the gates would no doubt also be treated once the medical staff were made aware.

“Nope, can’t do that. Court martial would be the result if I’m lucky. I need justifiable self-defence as a safety net first. Better not make a mess out of this.” Staring disdainfully at the ‘Sergeant’ Clean moved over towards the stricken girl.

“You don’t have to ‘play bitch’ to Aquaria. You’re obligated to play nursemaid and get soldiers proper medical attention. Your failure to comply will be reason enough for Aquaria to dissolve any direct trade routes to, from or even through this area. Justifications such as ‘the soldiers stationed there can’t be trusted to protect us’ will be made.” Letting his words sink in, Clean stared the Sergeant in the eyes, his icy blue eyes seeming all the colder with every word.

“Everyone here has seen your actions and you will most definitely be offered up as the sacrificial lamb to appease those dissatisfied and you’re nothing but a fool if you think you can keep this from getting out. The wounded are no doubt going to hold a grudge for one. Not to mention you’ve struck a soldier from Aquaria. If this reaches the wrong ears I’m sure execution would be the least of your worries. So, how about you perform your duty sergeant?” The rank simply dripping with sarcasm, Clean barely managing to keep his poker face, let a mocking smile tug at the corner of his lip never fully forming. If the Sergeant lost his temper again Clean would gladly match anything he dished out.

@KoL

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Clean was a logical person and pragmatic. The bad pun wasn't just spur of the moment. The words were to remove her direct attention from Althea while he followed up with a clubbing to the ribs, leaving her gasping for breath while the force of the blow knocked her to the ground where she could then be pinned. Instead the swift kick from the girl’s steel boots, with flexibility that was almost inhuman, tore the axe from his grip and into the white powdery snow.

"What on earth?" was all he could manage at the bizarre scenario that he took part of. Seeing the toothy grin, Clean raised an eyebrow and instead of diving for the axe again pushed up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles, leaving his whole attention on the girl in front of him. Leaning down with one eye shut tight as he was in something akin to a runner’s start, Clean took aim at her waiting for a sign and a gap between slashes from Mercy.

CRACK. FLASH.

Althea set off a blinding light reflected off of the mirror like white snow, closing his blinded eye and opening the closed eye, Clean launched himself at the mismatched girl with arms outstretched, hoping to grapple her to the ground, leaving her incapacitated.