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Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

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With a small yawn, Seraphima made her entrance to The Horizon's cafeteria. It had been almost a year, and she still was uncertain about the eating habits of the other pilots. She imagined some of the towns people who would pilgrimage to the monastery while she was living on the convent, and some of their manners were no better. However, she had always deduced that they had come to the monastery for free food and relaxation. Many of them were starved and yearned for the nourishment. However, she was certain that food was no luxury on The Horizon. They lived like gods in the oversized ship.

Compared to the convent and the rest of the world, Seraphima felt spoiled beyond comparison. Perhaps, the other pilots had a disregard due to their surroundings. Regardless, it was not her place to judge, even if she did find it a little repulsive. They had their reasons, and the best she could do was ignore them. They had other more dignified qualities aside from their lack of table manners.

Her hand gently tugged at the komboskini around her neck. She had no qualifying reason for why she chose to show it off, but it comforted her nonetheless. She knew what she would be having at the cafeteria. She would have a simple soup. The soups were nothing compared to Sister Iosophia's cooking, but the warm hardy liquid was always filling and comforting. It was also easy to digest, which left her with less energy being consumed by her stomach.

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

Serahpima Drakos

S E R A P H I M A D R A K O S

^{A G E :}

20

^{G E N D E R :}

Female

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

_{T H E M E}

Standing at Olympian height, Seraphima is 1.70 meters tall. She has dark brown eyes and dark , straight and long hair. Her build is slight but strong. And her complexion is pale and natural. She has small lips, which she tries to keep in a genuine upward curve (when not in battle).

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}

Being modestly cheerful and deliberately polite and delightful are the forefront of Seraphima's personality. She is passionate about being a good person. However, she has a temper, which occasionally flairs when she feels that her perfectly-constructed-view-of-how-life-should-be is toppled by someone else's reality. Stubbornly, she believes life should be how she sees it. Fortunately, Seraphima has a compassionate side that can persuade her to be much more accommodating than she sometimes feels like being.

On the battle field, Seraphima is collected, analytical and unmerciful. Her good girl behavior morphs into deliberate killing with justified means. She is sharp and up front, not curtsying behind manners. Although, she is not below throwing, thank you's and sorry, but you were in the way's from time-to-time.

_{H I S T O R Y :}

Born to a large Greek family, Seraphima was jam-packed in the middle of two older brothers and two younger brothers. They tussled with her. They doted on her. They protected her. And, ultimately, when she reached the age of 16, she chose a path less taken by taking the vows of a monastic. Two years living on the monastery and not yet having had the opportunity to take her vows, the monastery where she was residing was demolished by the Warped. Many of her sisters were killed or mutated. In fact, Seraphima was wounded, as well, and regardless if was a miracle of God or something else entirely, she did not mutate. She attempted to return home only to find her family had seemingly suffered the same fate as the monastery. Having nothing left, she vowed to protect humanity from the Warped by the best means possible and decided to offer herself as a Frame Pilot.

_{S K I L L S :}

Having grown-up among so many boys, Seraphima learned to take a few punches and land a few, as well. Her style is more like a mixed martial art, as it's nothing taught by a teacher other than the streets of Greece and her brothers. With that said, she also has a good shot. Her father made sure of it. Therefore, it's safe to say, Seraphima is much stronger and tougher than she looks.

She is studious and enjoys researching topics extensively. Therefore, she is quite knowledgeable, and due to her time living on the monastery, she knows many natural remedies. Although, she would not call herself an expert, just extra resourceful.

^{C H I - M E C H A F R A M E :}

K-01

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

_{A B I L I T I E S :}

K-01 can glide through the air at high speed, like a mechanical bird. She has agile maneuverability, despite some weight for extra defense mechanisms. Shooting options for explosive beads are displayed on her wrists along with tactical gloves for establishing punishing blows, suited on her hands. The gloves also allow extra grip for climbing and gripping (i.e. scaling a building without the use of her jet-glider). She has a utility belt wrapped around the waist, which is packed with disks, darts and daggers. Oh, and the sequence on the back of her belt helps weigh the suit during flight and is able to project a momentary force field to weaken blows against her. To help keep her in the air and deliver kicks and stomps are a pair of mechanical boots. The boots also have retractable claws that allow the suit better stability when on rougher or distorted terrain.

_{O T H E R :}

She wears a komboskini around her neck for good luck on-and-off the battlefield.

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒔 - 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕

Serahpima Drakos

S E R A P H I M A D R A K O S

^{A G E :}

20

^{G E N D E R :}

Female

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

_{T H E M E}

Standing at Olympian height, Seraphima is 1.70 meters tall. She has dark brown eyes and dark , straight and long hair. Her build is slight but strong. And her complexion is pale and natural. She has small lips, which she tries to keep in a genuine upward curve (when not in battle).

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}

Being modestly cheerful and deliberately polite and delightful are the forefront of Seraphima's personality. She is passionate about being a good person. However, she has a temper, which occasionally flairs when she feels that her perfectly-constructed-view-of-how-life-should-be is toppled by someone else's reality. Stubbornly, she believes life should be how she sees it. Fortunately, Seraphima has a compassionate side that can persuade her to be much more accommodating than she sometimes feels like being.

On the battle field, Seraphima is collected, analytical and unmerciful. Her good girl behavior morphs into deliberate killing with justified means. She is sharp and up front, not curtsying behind manners. Although, she is not below throwing, thank you's and sorry, but you were in the way's from time-to-time.

_{H I S T O R Y :}

Born to a large Greek family, Seraphima was jam-packed in the middle of two older brothers and two younger brothers. They tussled with her. They doted on her. They protected her. And, ultimately, when she reached the age of 16, she chose a path less taken by taking the vows of a monastic. Two years living on the monastery and not yet having had the opportunity to take her vows, the monastery where she was residing was demolished by the Warped. Many of her sisters were killed or mutated. In fact, Seraphima was wounded, as well, and regardless if was a miracle of God or something else entirely, she did not mutate. She attempted to return home only to find her family had seemingly suffered the same fate as the monastery. Having nothing left, she vowed to protect humanity from the Warped by the best means possible and decided to offer herself as a Frame Pilot.

_{S K I L L S :}

Having grown-up among so many boys, Seraphima learned to take a few punches and land a few, as well. Her style is more like a mixed martial art, as it's nothing taught by a teacher other than the streets of Greece and her brothers. With that said, she also has a good shot. Her father made sure of it. Therefore, it's safe to say, Seraphima is much stronger and tougher than she looks.

She is studious and enjoys researching topics extensively. Therefore, she is quite knowledgeable, and due to her time living on the monastery, she knows many natural remedies. Although, she would not call herself an expert, just extra resourceful.

^{C H I - M E C H A F R A M E :}

K-01

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

_{A B I L I T I E S :}

K-01 can glide through the air at high speed, like a mechanical bird. She has agile maneuverability, despite some weight for extra defense mechanisms. Shooting options for explosive beads are displayed on her wrists along with tactical gloves for establishing punishing blows, suited on her hands. The gloves also allow extra grip for climbing and gripping (i.e. scaling a building without the use of her jet-glider). She has a utility belt wrapped around the waist, which is packed with disks, darts and daggers. Oh, and the sequence on the back of her belt helps weigh the suit during flight and is able to project a momentary force field to weaken blows against her. To help keep her in the air and deliver kicks and stomps are a pair of mechanical boots. The boots also have retractable claws that allow the suit better stability when on rougher or distorted terrain.

_{O T H E R :}

She wears a komboskini around her neck for good luck on-and-off the battlefield.

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

Serahpima Drakos

S E R A P H I M A D R A K O S

^{A G E :}

20

^{G E N D E R :}

Female

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

Standing at Olympian height, Seraphima is 1.70 meters tall. She has dark brown eyes and dark , straight and long hair. Her build is slight but strong. And her complexion is pale and natural. She has small lips, which she tries to keep in a genuine upward curve (when not in battle).

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y :}

Being modestly cheerful and deliberately polite and delightful are the forefront of Seraphima's personality. She is passionate about being a good person. However, she has a temper, which occasionally flairs when she feels that her perfectly-constructed-view-of-how-life-should-be is toppled by someone else's reality. Stubbornly, she believes life should be how she sees it. Fortunately, Seraphima has a compassionate side that can persuade her to be much more accommodating than she sometimes feels like being.

On the battle field, Seraphima is collected, analytical and unmerciful. Her good girl behavior morphs into deliberate killing with justified means. She is sharp and up front, not curtsying behind manners. Although, she is not below throwing, thank you's and sorry, but you were in the way's from time-to-time.

_{H I S T O R Y :}

Born to a large Greek family, Seraphima was jam-packed in the middle of two older brothers and two younger brothers. They tussled with her. They doted on her. They protected her. And, ultimately, when she reached the age of 16, she chose a path less taken by taking the vows of a monastic. Two years living on the monastery and not yet having had the opportunity to take her vows, the monastery where she was residing was demolished by the Warped. Many of her sisters were killed or mutated. In fact, Seraphima was wounded, as well, and regardless if was a miracle of God or something else entirely, she did not mutate. She attempted to return home only to find her family had seemingly suffered the same fate as the monastery. Having nothing left, she vowed to protect humanity from the Warped by the best means possible and decided to offer herself as a Frame Pilot.

_{S K I L L S :}

Having grown-up among so many boys, Seraphima learned to take a few punches and land a few, as well. Her style is more like a mixed martial art, as it's nothing taught by a teacher other than the streets of Greece and her brothers. With that said, she also has a good shot. Her father made sure of it. Therefore, it's safe to say, Seraphima is much stronger and tougher than she looks.

She is studious and enjoys researching topics extensively. Therefore, she is quite knowledgeable, and due to her time living on the monastery, she knows many natural remedies. Although, she would not call herself an expert, just extra resourceful.

^{C H I - M E C H A F R A M E :}

K01

_{A P P E A R A N C E :}

_{A B I L I T I E S :}

K01 can glide through the air at high speed, like a mechanical bird. She has agile maneuverability, despite some weight for extra defense mechanisms. Shooting options for explosive beads are displayed on her wrists along with tactical gloves for establishing punishing blows, suited on her hands. The gloves also allow extra grip for climbing and gripping (i.e. scaling a building without the use of her jet-glider). She has a utility belt wrapped around the waist, which is packed with disks, darts and daggers. Oh, and the sequence on the back of her belt helps weigh the suit during flight and is able to project a momentary force field to weaken blows against her. To help keep her in the air and deliver kicks and stomps are a pair of mechanical boots. The boots also have retractable claws that allow the suit better stability when on rougher or distorted terrain.

_{O T H E R :}

She wears a komboskini around her neck for good luck on-and-off the battlefield.

Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

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Advent of the Dawn —A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP

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Avalia

_{T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R P L A Z A
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , S O P H I E , L E A F , S L I C K
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Helo
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

Aurora could hear the twinkling of the water splashes from the pool and its cool ambiance decor. The sound merried with Slick's deep voice. She found it a refreshing sound. Aurora knew how to swim, but like many things, she refrained from certain possibilities only for necessity. Letting out another sigh of a smile. Aurora agilely mused over Alette's comment, which probably meant as much as the drink itself. The elf wished she could offer some comfort to the little creature, but under such conditions, there was really nothing she could do. Alas, her eyes turned towards Slick's glittering aura and voice.

"Only on special occasions do I allow myself to drink. As a spiritual advisor, my mind must have clarity at all times." Aurora's mind considered her actual thoughts of contemplating her dream as she spoke, and in light of this, she wished to remain whimsical in her speech, desiring not to disrupt any of the excitement. However, Aurora unfortunately stumbled into being serious on default. "And despite what dear Sophie has spoken, someone must mind the whole group, especially while under such arrangement. The responsibility has been given to me twice as much, now." Her white eyes cast downward, avoiding the shimmer of the outlaw as she reminded herself to keep her composure.

Her face tilted upwards, again. The smile remaining, "This is a place to be enjoyed, of course. Perhaps, we should accompany our friends to the pool, even if we wish to remain on the perimeter." There were other fun things to do amongst the bustling of Myriamor. However, Aurora believed keeping the group together was wiser.

The Digital Expanse {Digimon x Megaman RP}

C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

Suzi held her breath when Kudamon made its attack against the Mettaurus L. She only let go of hr breath when she saw a wound gnashed against the glitching creature's arm. The cry she had been holding was still quivering on her bottom lip, but she felt something inside of her lighten. She knew this feeling. It was not foreign to her, but it was weak. She wished for the feeling to grow stronger. However, Kudamon was throwing its Holy Cartridge at the Mettaurus L, again, and there, the dark feeling squeezed her chest.

There were other children spread about the area, but she hardly noticed them. They all had partners, different yet similar to hers. She dared not take her eyes from Kudamon. The act was held very much to the idea that if she stopped concentrating on the little white monster, their contract -- Suzi's faith -- would be broken, and all of a sudden, Kudamon would lose its power.

"... Go! Kudamon!" Her voice tried to project through the chaos. She was unsure if Kudamon heard her voice; but with the sparkle that the Holy Cartridge projected from the now blazing sun, she believed the Digimon had heard her; and her encouraging spirit was something of more than just helpful encouragement, "I believe in you!"

Avalia

_{T I M E : M O R N I N G
L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R B E D & B R E A K F A S T
I N T E R A C T I O N S : C A E L A N , R O S A R I A , S O P H I E , N U A L L Á N , J O M A R I
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : W A T E R F L A S K , W A Y F I N D E R , T R A N S M I S S I O N B R A C E L E T}

Aurora enjoyed the light breakfast, using her cutlery and other such utensils with graceful gestures that paralleled that of a creature with his eye sight. Her senses told her to ignore the small-winged one. Romance was such a monster at times. It was much like the tongue, such a small but powerful thing. When the two combined, she would rather not listen. However, the small creature came and began entertaining her intoxicated self with her hair.

”…” Aurora has nothing to say as she allowed the movement to hum through her hair. The tipsy sounds were pleasant in their own right. Unfortunately, there was little Aurora felt she could do to truly dissuade the pixie from minding herself so selfishly. Her endeavors appeared so remote and distracted by the liquor that Aurora found perhaps the little one would be more secure in her strands of hair.”You are causing quite a sensation, my little dear one,” she smiled sweetly. The knit in her brows loosened, and a gentle look softened her usual face of concern. ”I have quite the responsibility, now, do I not? How am I to do anything with you being languid? You ought to hold stronger to your convictions.”

Her head tilted as a small laugh sighed from her. Despite her relaxed disposition, her mind was combing through her dream. It seemed suitable, now that the dream has happened. If not for her father, she wished for Nuállan to be near for some sort of dutiful conversation. Princess Rosaria should have been made aware of her vision, but the light elf has hesitated. Yet, it may very well be nothing but a glimmer of a false reality. She hoped so, if not for herself then for most certainly her loyalties.