Mcmolly

Plague-Hunters 2

Awesome! I'm gonna be touching it up a bit, but nothing looks game breaking, right? I tried to keep in mind that group B are supposed to already be established hunters, but didn't want to go overboard.

Plague-Hunters 2

WIP, lemme know if everything looks good/canon/what needs to be changed!

Willo

Name: Willo Luelle

Race: Half-Harpy

Age: 20

Appearance: Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.

Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.

Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.

Biography: Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.

This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.

From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.

It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.

What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.

Personality: Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.

That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.

Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.

Strengths: Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.

Weaknesses: What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.

Weapons: Cinderwill

A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and warped blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.

Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.

While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.

When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.

Vitae Spells: Flitter- The edges of Luelle’s form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.

Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar

Additional Notes: Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

Seeing as we don't really have an example of Itsuko as a teacher, it's hard to say exactly how she'll do. But regardless of both arguments, I think it's best to keep in mind that it is a school for assassins and if she can't do her job properly by teaching all of the students she's assigned, not just the one's she's in a flirtatious relationship with, then she likely won't be a teacher for long.

Plague-Hunters 2

Ah, fair point, yeah I'll hold off on anything concrete until then. Thanks for the heads up!

Plague-Hunters 2

@NanoFreakV2 Awesome! Will be heading out to classes shortly, but will certainly have a CS ready for review by this evening.

Plague-Hunters 2

Huge fan of all three of the inspirational-universes, if there's still any slot open, I'll happily take one!

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky [Discontinued, Hiatus]

@GingerBoi123

Cinwi shot both Shiina and Tsuyoshi an incredulous scowl, though her face was, infuriatingly enough, not the best at conveying anger to its fullest nature. Still, a scowl was a scowl, and if the look wasn't enough, the heat in her cheeks and the flicker in her eyes would get the message across: they had poked the dragon.

"I'm not new you shithea--hey!" she spat, hopping off of her seat and scuttling after Tsuyoshi. "I know what the fucking board is, meatbag.

This was true for the most part, the idea of a mission board wasn't exactly a riddle. But while some of the Youkai Cinwi had scrapped with before might have been related to these missions, the girl had never properly come and accepted a contract. The ranks were odd to her, and she couldn't justify spending time on the lower ones. The weak threats would sort themselves out, and the havoc they might cause would be inconsequential compared to what the bigger targets might do.

Then again, humans were strange, and their empathy for each other tended to overpower their care for themselves. It was part of the reason she was fairly sure they wouldn't be around nearly as long as the Youkai. No, wait, no bad Cinwi, it's fine to be angry with them but no more of the Youkai supremacy, dammit.

Her attention turned back to Shiina as she began to tell them of the more drastic mission that might require their combined efforts. A sharp grin split Cinwi's maw, and with a dismissive wave to Tsuyoshi she started back to the front. "Yeah yeah, thanks guy. Don't get roasted or nothin'."

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

Yep still around o/

NCQuest: Smith's Rest

Thanks! o/

NCQuest: Smith's Rest

Eli had to shake the feeling back into her limbs after disconnecting from Blur, the neural separation having left her a tinge numb, though it was likely more the cold than anything else. She listened closely once again as the captain debriefed them, her attention honed upon the idea that there were possibly more like Bishop. A troubled pit formed in her gut, could she make it through another one-on-one like that? She'd clearly been out-matched, and while the shotgun had been a necessity for survival, the fact that she had to use it at all made her bitter. Even when he had taken the shot, Eli wasn't sure if he had anything else up his sleeve, and had it not been for Jingo's admittedly impressive acrobatics, the fight's outcome might have been severely different. It pained her to think that Bishop might enjoy some form of validation in the afterlife, but in the end he was there, and she was still firmly planted on the earth.

It wasn't until they were dismissed that Eli remembered she had neglected to eat before mission. But the urge to see the state of her living quarters won out against her hunger, and despite assurances that the stop would be brief, her stomach still growled in protest. She moved briskly through the base, silent with eyes avoiding any she passed. It might have seemed rude on the outside, breezing past the hard-working individuals who were breaking their backs out in the frost, who might have simply wanted to congratulate the pilots on their success, but Eli was of a one-track mind. They did their jobs, she did hers, and as she opened the door to her room, she knew her job was to inspect it, and then get something to eat.

But things were rarely so simple.

"Lizzy!"

Eli was barely able to suppress a shout of surprise, and she stared with wide eyes as the tiny, bundled-up form of Vera hopped off of her bed. The girl was donned in clothes similar to her own, but atop her head was an old, weathered ushanka. Eli recognized it from when Vera's parents had still been around, it had belonged to her father.

The girl scrambled over and wrapped her arms around Eli's waist in a hug, and before she returned the gesture, Eli shut the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Celina said I getta be your assistant!" Vera chimed, and Eli held back the same cringe she did every time someone used her mother's first name. The girl pulled a small piece of paper from her jacket and held it out. "Oh yeah, this's for you."

Letter/Vera's actual reason for being at the base

Elizabeth,
Due to recent events it has become evident that Vera's safety is at risk in Smith's Rest for the time being. Will explain later in the case that things do not blow over. She is unaware of the potential danger and will stay that way until further notice. As well, I've given her her father's old hat, seeing as she won't need to hide out there. Try not to let her lose it. Keep her safe.

Eli stuffed the paper into her pocket and turned back to Vera. In the back of her mind she worried if her mother was in any danger herself, but decided that it couldn't be anything she couldn't handle. With any luck, word that her daughter had moved on to become an NC pilot would deter any possible trouble. For the time being however, she had the younger girl to worry about, and in an instant Eli's whole demeanor changed. She smiled and gave Vera's nose a flick.

"Well then, care to assist me in getting some food? I'll tell you all about the mission today."

Vera's eyes lit up. "Wo-oah, you went on a mission already? Like you got to pilot and everything?

Eli nodded, heading out and towards the cafeteria with Vera close behind. The girl held tightly onto Eli's jacket with one hand, a tad shy to her surroundings, but she looked far happier than she was nervous. After all, what kid didn't want to be around giant robots?

"Didja get to blow anything up?"