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I watched the movie "Ready Player One" recently, and in it the Summon the original Gundam... And it was epic. However, I spent the next hour and a half talking to my wife and friend who joined us about which Gundam I would have summoned if I could have summoned any Gundam. My wife, nor the friend that were with us, care about Gundam at all. So, there was that. But when I was done, I still didn't have an answer, but I was down to like... five or so.
I watched the movie "Ready Player One" recently, and in it the Summon the original Gundam... And it was epic. However, I spent the next hour and a half talking to my wife and friend who joined us about which Gundam I would have summoned if I could have summoned any Gundam. My wife, nor the friend that were with us, care about Gundam at all. So, there was that. But when I was done, I still didn't have an answer, but I was down to like... five or so.
Reposting my character here first, just to get an official approval stamp before posting it to the character sheet. Also, gets people to see it without hunting for character relations and what his power does. shrugs.
Name: Hirikawa Reiji
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Ostensibly Serious. All. The. Time. Rarely cracks a joke and is quick to anger. Doesn't get along well with most other people, but still somehow manages to earn their trust and respect. Holds loyalty more important than anything else, and betrayal as the worst thing you can do, outside of this he doesn't really have much of a Moral Compass. Doesn't drink or smoke, but not for any reason other than he doesn't like the flavor.
Appearance: Reiji has shoulder length black hair that is kept unkempt at most times. He is lean and trim giving anyone who sees him the idea that he is weak but probably very fast, which is true. He is tall for a Japanese man, standing near 6 feet tall, so he has quite the reach with the Katana he keeps on him, whenever possible. His skin is fair and smooth, further eluding to his skill with the sword - If he wasn't good, he'd be dead or covered with scars - or giving the appearance of being untested, which is untrue. His eyes are the type of bright amber brown not commonly found, perhaps closer to honey when seen in the raw daylight. Almost always wears black, but if he deviates it is to wear whites, blue, or grey.
Fear: Oneirophobia - the Fear of Dreams. Reiji has developed the ability to manifest dreams from his target, good or bad, and manipulate them to his will, utilizing visions of grandeur to bolster the confidence of a team mate or tricking a foe into false bravado, drawing on calming dreams to reduce panic or alarm, or simply twisting a good dream into a bad dream. The love of your life leaving you for your childhood best friend, your favorite pet being killed over and over again, being forced to kill your own parents during a special memory.
History: Reiji was born in one of the few remaining rural the countrysides in Japan by his grandparents. His grandparents were traditionalists and keepers of the old ways, teaching him of the Ayanokoji and Yokai. However, this taught belief manifested in terrible dreams. Sometimes they were just nightmares, sometimes they were waking dreams, sometimes they were pleasant. The dreams could last for only a few moments, or he could be locked in a coma-like state for days. He developed his fear of dreams, or Oneirophobia, due the terrifying and uncontrollable nature of his dreams. As a teen his Grandparents passed away and he was forced to move into the mega-metropolis that was the rest of the country of Japan. He quickly adapted to his new environment, but did not bond well with the other students in his school- he was often despondent and lethargic due to a lack of sleeping - being afraid to dream will do that to you. Once he graduated from High School he decided to dedicate himself to his swordplay and went on a journey around Japan to the dojos and learn wherever he could, challenging anyone who would accept. This developed a name for himself and a bit of a reputation. Eventually, he heard of a specialist in America who might be able to help Reiji overcome his fear of Dreams and he moved to New York to meet with the doctor, this is when he was recruited for P.H.O.B.I.A.
Extra: To this day, Reiji believes in the supernatural and superstition. Don't ask to see his sword.
Relationships: TBC
Name: Hirikawa Reiji
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Ostensibly Serious. All. The. Time. Rarely cracks a joke and is quick to anger. Doesn't get along well with most other people, but still somehow manages to earn their trust and respect. Holds loyalty more important than anything else, and betrayal as the worst thing you can do, outside of this he doesn't really have much of a Moral Compass. Doesn't drink or smoke, but not for any reason other than he doesn't like the flavor.
Appearance: Reiji has shoulder length black hair that is kept unkempt at most times. He is lean and trim giving anyone who sees him the idea that he is weak but probably very fast, which is true. He is tall for a Japanese man, standing near 6 feet tall, so he has quite the reach with the Katana he keeps on him, whenever possible. His skin is fair and smooth, further eluding to his skill with the sword - If he wasn't good, he'd be dead or covered with scars - or giving the appearance of being untested, which is untrue. His eyes are the type of bright amber brown not commonly found, perhaps closer to honey when seen in the raw daylight. Almost always wears black, but if he deviates it is to wear whites, blue, or grey.
Fear: Oneirophobia - the Fear of Dreams. Reiji has developed the ability to manifest dreams from his target, good or bad, and manipulate them to his will, utilizing visions of grandeur to bolster the confidence of a team mate or tricking a foe into false bravado, drawing on calming dreams to reduce panic or alarm, or simply twisting a good dream into a bad dream. The love of your life leaving you for your childhood best friend, your favorite pet being killed over and over again, being forced to kill your own parents during a special memory.
History: Reiji was born in one of the few remaining rural the countrysides in Japan by his grandparents. His grandparents were traditionalists and keepers of the old ways, teaching him of the Ayanokoji and Yokai. However, this taught belief manifested in terrible dreams. Sometimes they were just nightmares, sometimes they were waking dreams, sometimes they were pleasant. The dreams could last for only a few moments, or he could be locked in a coma-like state for days. He developed his fear of dreams, or Oneirophobia, due the terrifying and uncontrollable nature of his dreams. As a teen his Grandparents passed away and he was forced to move into the mega-metropolis that was the rest of the country of Japan. He quickly adapted to his new environment, but did not bond well with the other students in his school- he was often despondent and lethargic due to a lack of sleeping - being afraid to dream will do that to you. Once he graduated from High School he decided to dedicate himself to his swordplay and went on a journey around Japan to the dojos and learn wherever he could, challenging anyone who would accept. This developed a name for himself and a bit of a reputation. Eventually, he heard of a specialist in America who might be able to help Reiji overcome his fear of Dreams and he moved to New York to meet with the doctor, this is when he was recruited for P.H.O.B.I.A.
Extra: To this day, Reiji believes in the supernatural and superstition. Don't ask to see his sword.
Relationships: TBC
I should be able to Port my character sheet over from the interest check later today. I'll do a little to play with the formatting too, maybe.
And for anyone curious, that is a customized Gundam Barbatos from Iron Blooded Orphans, which is in my opinion one of the best non-cannon Gundam Series. You can tell its Barbatos because of the high-heels. I'm not joking.
So, I'm bored, so I am making yet another Werk. This one is just for funsies, I guess, so I am going to go ahead and stack it all the way, full 100/100 + unlock, because, its for funsies. Lemme know what you think. Boss, if you like it, feel free to use it somewhere, somehow.
Framewerk Code Name: Ryoto (Two Swords)
Appearance:
Number of Framewerk Systems: 2/2
Signature Weapon System (Twin Thermal Katana):
1 - Sword Skill 1: A set of specialized sword skills that allow for greater battlefield maneuverability.
a - Dive Strike: Using additional thrust behind the sword strike it will carry the Werk one space in the direction of the strike, completely leaves the werk without the ability to defend itself. Strike cannot be blocked, but can be deflected, further pushing the space traveled in the deflected direction as well. Can be used to strike from one space away as well.
b - Spinning Jump Slash: A flashy jump in the air the turns into a spinning, whirling dervish. Can be used against groups of opponents, a single opponent that is known to be able to block the first strike, or as a defensive maneuver. A highly defensible move.
c - The Leaping Uppercut: A nearly unblockable attack where Ryoto squats low and leaps into the air striking from low to high, sending the werk traveling up into the air, where the thrusters are then fired sending it in a direction one space, there is the opportunity for a second (standard) downward slash if there is an opponent where he lands.
2 - Sword Skill 2: An additional set of specialized sword skills that allow for greater battlefield maneuverability.
d - Rolling Strike: The werk either strikes and dives into a somersault, or somersaults and comes out of it with a strike. Slower than the dive strike, but can be stopped to defend if needed. Still moves the werk one combat space.
e - Perfect Defense: A stance that allows the Werk to perfectly cancel out a single attack against it, but cannot be used with any movement that turn.
f - Flip Strike: The werk will flip through the air, usually around an opponent or other obstacle to strike at a foe with the blades out and ready to strike even in the spinning rotation. If the first blade is blocked, the second blade will have a greater chance of evading defenses. Strike moves the werk one combat space in the direction of the strike.
Secondary Weapon System:
1 - Deflect: Using the swords to catch and deflect attacks intended for Ryoto. With enough time to prepare the attacks and can reflected back at the attacker.
2 - Dragon's Roar: The face on the chest of the werk opens up and a shot-gun blast of laser beams shoots out for a short range attack.
Weight Class: Ultra-Light with strategic armor placement to protect vital points and joints.
Special Ability:
- Seven Heavenly Swords: Seven energy swords are drawn from the face on the chest and are controlled as if with magic. They do not need to be handled by the hands of the Werk but rather float around as needed to attack and defend within a short distance.
Also: Funfact: This Werk is controled using a body mimic system, where the pilot has to actually go through the movements physically in order to make the werk make the movement. This requires a special kind of plug suit, plus vocal controls.
Framewerk Code Name: Ryoto (Two Swords)
Appearance:
Number of Framewerk Systems: 2/2
Signature Weapon System (Twin Thermal Katana):
1 - Sword Skill 1: A set of specialized sword skills that allow for greater battlefield maneuverability.
a - Dive Strike: Using additional thrust behind the sword strike it will carry the Werk one space in the direction of the strike, completely leaves the werk without the ability to defend itself. Strike cannot be blocked, but can be deflected, further pushing the space traveled in the deflected direction as well. Can be used to strike from one space away as well.
b - Spinning Jump Slash: A flashy jump in the air the turns into a spinning, whirling dervish. Can be used against groups of opponents, a single opponent that is known to be able to block the first strike, or as a defensive maneuver. A highly defensible move.
c - The Leaping Uppercut: A nearly unblockable attack where Ryoto squats low and leaps into the air striking from low to high, sending the werk traveling up into the air, where the thrusters are then fired sending it in a direction one space, there is the opportunity for a second (standard) downward slash if there is an opponent where he lands.
2 - Sword Skill 2: An additional set of specialized sword skills that allow for greater battlefield maneuverability.
d - Rolling Strike: The werk either strikes and dives into a somersault, or somersaults and comes out of it with a strike. Slower than the dive strike, but can be stopped to defend if needed. Still moves the werk one combat space.
e - Perfect Defense: A stance that allows the Werk to perfectly cancel out a single attack against it, but cannot be used with any movement that turn.
f - Flip Strike: The werk will flip through the air, usually around an opponent or other obstacle to strike at a foe with the blades out and ready to strike even in the spinning rotation. If the first blade is blocked, the second blade will have a greater chance of evading defenses. Strike moves the werk one combat space in the direction of the strike.
Secondary Weapon System:
1 - Deflect: Using the swords to catch and deflect attacks intended for Ryoto. With enough time to prepare the attacks and can reflected back at the attacker.
2 - Dragon's Roar: The face on the chest of the werk opens up and a shot-gun blast of laser beams shoots out for a short range attack.
Weight Class: Ultra-Light with strategic armor placement to protect vital points and joints.
Special Ability:
- Seven Heavenly Swords: Seven energy swords are drawn from the face on the chest and are controlled as if with magic. They do not need to be handled by the hands of the Werk but rather float around as needed to attack and defend within a short distance.
Also: Funfact: This Werk is controled using a body mimic system, where the pilot has to actually go through the movements physically in order to make the werk make the movement. This requires a special kind of plug suit, plus vocal controls.
Name: Hirikawa Reiji
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Ostensibly Serious. All. The. Time. Rarely cracks a joke and is quick to anger. Doesn't get along well with most other people, but still somehow manages to earn their trust and respect. Holds loyalty more important than anything else, and betrayal as the worst thing you can do, outside of this he doesn't really have much of a Moral Compass. Doesn't drink or smoke, but not for any reason other than he doesn't like the flavor.
Appearance: Reiji has shoulder length black hair that is kept unkempt at most times. He is lean and trim giving anyone who sees him the idea that he is weak but probably very fast, which is true. He is tall for a Japanese man, standing near 6 feet tall, so he has quite the reach with the Katana he keeps on him, whenever possible. His skin is fair and smooth, further eluding to his skill with the sword - If he wasn't good, he'd be dead or covered with scars - or giving the appearance of being untested, which is untrue. His eyes are the type of bright amber brown not commonly found, perhaps closer to honey when seen in the raw daylight. Almost always wears black, but if he deviates it is to wear whites, blue, or grey.
Fear: Oneirophobia - the Fear of Dreams. Reiji has developed the ability to manifest dreams from his target, good or bad, and manipulate them to his will, utilizing visions of grandeur to bolster the confidence of a team mate or tricking a foe into false bravado, drawing on calming dreams to reduce panic or alarm, or simply twisting a good dream into a bad dream. The love of your life leaving you for your childhood best friend, your favorite pet being killed over and over again, being forced to kill your own parents during a special memory.
History: Reiji was born in one of the few remaining rural the countrysides in Japan by his grandparents. His grandparents were traditionalists and keepers of the old ways, teaching him of the Ayanokoji and Yokai. However, this taught belief manifested in terrible dreams. Sometimes they were just nightmares, sometimes they were waking dreams, sometimes they were pleasant. The dreams could last for only a few moments, or he could be locked in a coma-like state for days. He developed his fear of dreams, or Oneirophobia, due the terrifying and uncontrollable nature of his dreams. As a teen his Grandparents passed away and he was forced to move into the mega-metropolis that was the rest of the country of Japan. He quickly adapted to his new environment, but did not bond well with the other students in his school- he was often despondent and lethargic due to a lack of sleeping - being afraid to dream will do that to you. Once he graduated from High School he decided to dedicate himself to his swordplay and went on a journey around Japan to the dojos and learn wherever he could, challenging anyone who would accept. This developed a name for himself and a bit of a reputation. Eventually, he heard of a specialist in America who might be able to help Reiji overcome his fear of Dreams and he moved to New York to meet with the doctor, this is when he was recruited for P.H.O.B.I.A.
Extra: To this day Reiji believes in the supernatural and superstition. Don't ask to see his sword.
Relationships: TBC
Count me in! Oneirophobia, here I come! (Fear of Dreams)
Zim was mostly keeping to himself as the party progressed, other than the Princess seemed to have latched on to him in her cold way while she waited for the chance to meet with the cute girl in the red dress. Then, the moment Zim was waiting for happened, Katya made her appearance. Was it just him, or was she actually glowing? He saw how she was dressed and once again regretted his decision to have come in the parade uniform. He liked what he saw, he had always had a thing for exposed necks and shoulders and the leggings only seemed to extend her legs further, however he worried that perhaps she would get cold. Maybe the parade uniform would come in handy, he could offer her his coat if it came to that. Though, in the back of his head he worried about what the regulations would say about such an action, and both of them not being in proper uniform. He would take the chance, should the opportunity arise. Zim thumbed the hairband tied around his wrist once more and resolved himself, this stupid, and immature, dance he had been doing with himself around his feelings for her was going to come to a close, one way or another, very soon. He had taken the first step with confirming things with Ariin. Now he was going to take the second step in getting closer to the object of his affections. He turned to Elizabeth, setting down the drink he had been sipping and excused himself. She was in the middle of dribbling on about something in her snide tone, Zim stopped listening a long time ago. He was already stepping away from her when she gave a flick of her hair and let of one of her trademark, "Hmph!" Zim paid it no mind as he continued on the way across the room.
Zim took deep breaths to control his heart rate as he took his strides across the room to the wall that Katya had landed at. All the same, he was acutely aware of the fact that he was more nervous about this moment than he had been about going into combat for the first time in Black Star. Zim reached up and scratched the spot on his shoulder where his tattoo was at the thought of his Werk, 'Wish me luck, partner,' Zim thought to himself, 'This is a battle I have to fight alone.' He immediately hated that he even thought that, hoping that he would get the cliche's out of his system before he made it over to Katya. Just a few more steps before he was within greeting range, one more long slow breath. This was it, he clenched his jaw tight like he was about to get punched in the gut, he released the tension as he exhaled.
"Hey there, Katya!" Zim said in an uncharacteristically happy voice. 'Tone it back, fool,' Zim reprimanded himself.
"Listen, I've wanted to talk to you for a while now," Zim said as he settled on the wall next to Katya. He untied the hair tie around his wrist and held it out for her to take, "I think we can call it even now, but I don't really want to give this back to you. I've grown attached to it, or rather, the thought-"
Zim was cut off by the commotion happening on the dance floor. Was that Irina dancing? She was better than he thought she would be... but who in the world would be dumb enough to ask her to dance, then again, who in the world had enough clout to actually get her to dance? Oh, the new girl that Elizabeth seemed pretty eager to be introduced to.
"Anyway, I've grown attached to the thought of having you near me," Zim said, but as he spoke the crowd erupted into a cheer as the girls dancing intensified their frenzies. Zim had no idea if Katya had heard him. When the crowd quieted down again he tried again. "I like having you near by," Zim said again, "You give me a reason to fight beyond revenge." 'Damn, another cliche'' Zim swore at himself as he was once again interrupted by noise on the dance floor. It wasn't the crowd this time, but Irina being... well, herself. 'Poor girl, didn't know what she was getting herself into with that one,' Zim thought to himself. But then it went on too far when the girl went running from the room crying.
"I'm sorry, excuse me," Zim said to Katya as he made his way over to dance floor where Irena was now moving to the wall. "I don't know who that girl is, or what might have happened to cause that kind of outburst, but I think you should leave," Zim said firmly to the woman as she punched the wall. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the flash of Elizabeth's red hair as she ran out into the hallway after the girl.
Elizabeth didn't see which way she had gone, and had already lost track of her, so she wandered for a while trying to find her but eventually was forced to concede. She decided that it wasn't worth going back to the party now that the cute girl was gone, so she went back to her quarters for the rest of the night.
Zim took deep breaths to control his heart rate as he took his strides across the room to the wall that Katya had landed at. All the same, he was acutely aware of the fact that he was more nervous about this moment than he had been about going into combat for the first time in Black Star. Zim reached up and scratched the spot on his shoulder where his tattoo was at the thought of his Werk, 'Wish me luck, partner,' Zim thought to himself, 'This is a battle I have to fight alone.' He immediately hated that he even thought that, hoping that he would get the cliche's out of his system before he made it over to Katya. Just a few more steps before he was within greeting range, one more long slow breath. This was it, he clenched his jaw tight like he was about to get punched in the gut, he released the tension as he exhaled.
"Hey there, Katya!" Zim said in an uncharacteristically happy voice. 'Tone it back, fool,' Zim reprimanded himself.
"Listen, I've wanted to talk to you for a while now," Zim said as he settled on the wall next to Katya. He untied the hair tie around his wrist and held it out for her to take, "I think we can call it even now, but I don't really want to give this back to you. I've grown attached to it, or rather, the thought-"
Zim was cut off by the commotion happening on the dance floor. Was that Irina dancing? She was better than he thought she would be... but who in the world would be dumb enough to ask her to dance, then again, who in the world had enough clout to actually get her to dance? Oh, the new girl that Elizabeth seemed pretty eager to be introduced to.
"Anyway, I've grown attached to the thought of having you near me," Zim said, but as he spoke the crowd erupted into a cheer as the girls dancing intensified their frenzies. Zim had no idea if Katya had heard him. When the crowd quieted down again he tried again. "I like having you near by," Zim said again, "You give me a reason to fight beyond revenge." 'Damn, another cliche'' Zim swore at himself as he was once again interrupted by noise on the dance floor. It wasn't the crowd this time, but Irina being... well, herself. 'Poor girl, didn't know what she was getting herself into with that one,' Zim thought to himself. But then it went on too far when the girl went running from the room crying.
"I'm sorry, excuse me," Zim said to Katya as he made his way over to dance floor where Irena was now moving to the wall. "I don't know who that girl is, or what might have happened to cause that kind of outburst, but I think you should leave," Zim said firmly to the woman as she punched the wall. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the flash of Elizabeth's red hair as she ran out into the hallway after the girl.
Elizabeth didn't see which way she had gone, and had already lost track of her, so she wandered for a while trying to find her but eventually was forced to concede. She decided that it wasn't worth going back to the party now that the cute girl was gone, so she went back to her quarters for the rest of the night.
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