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A Certain Chaotic Academy [Raildex RP]

Shun Hibari

Shun Hibari

Male|16|5'10 & 152lbs|AB-

_Epithet
Moment

_String
Light Side
_Faction
None
_Biography
A boy that was too sharp, too clever, and too intelligent for the small town he grew up in. His own personal world was just too dull and boring, which built up a shroud of apathy. His parents sent him to Academy City where he'd be better able to fit in with likeminded kids his age and befriend him. His parents only wanted the best for him, yet it seemed he still couldn't make friends. Shun's intelligence went beyond the norm for even kids of Academy City. Even if the Power Curriculum Program only churned out a Level 2 power for him, it didn't bother him all that much.

What Shun wanted was something stimulating that would break his apathy and give him something that would truly stir his passion for long times to come. As a result of that pursuit, he engaged in dangerous delinquency that could threaten his life. He's been through some minor adventures in Academy City that got the blood pumping, but nothing truly exciting enough to put a real smile on his face. He only barely kept himself out of the Dark Side because he hasn't explored all of the Light Side.

He had to apply to Hybrid Academy to get the most out of this city. The place where chaos is the norm must be the school that will showcase unpredictable and stimulating elements.
_Personality
A humanlike slothful apathy that degenerated into an inhuman uncaring personality. Shun treats everyone and everything like blade of grass or a gathering of dust. Unpredictable people garner his interest, but they eventually become predictable after a bit of observation. Anything that stimulates him will reveal a childlike curiosity from him for a moment, but he'll slip back into apathy sooner or later.
_Skills
Versed in street fighting, extremely good observational and analytical skills, and average at cooking.
_Extras
-Calls things boring a lot.
-Owns a gun with no ammo.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

@Vocab

I'm fine with a discord server.

Persona ~ The Beholder

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The hopeless shout John let out just in case that anyone would respond proved to be fruitful, much to his relief. The voice seemed to come from a lady, probably one in her twenties if he had to estimate. "Oh, thank god." He let out a sigh as the realization that he wasn't alone took hold. Though...

'Should I listen or should I go forward? Staying here is dreadful, but going forward is also scary. What the hell should I do?' He chose to walk. The claustrophobic dread of being alone in a foggy area like that was too taxing on his mind. Moving closer to the voice while she's walking closer to him would speed things up a tad.

"Just wanted to get some food and look where that got me. I should've just stayed inside and followed my usual habits. They haven't betrayed me yet at least." Muttering to himself provided a modicum of comfort that he really needed at the moment.

Straining his eyes, he saw two hazy figures through the mist. He sped up his pace a little bit with his brain blaring warning signals to him. He heard a single voice, so why are there two figures? He neared closer to those two figured with bated breath.

"What the hell..." Amazingly enough, he didn't scream and completely lose his shit over the two figures that became clear. He did however lose the strength to stand and fall on his ass. A monstrous creature that barely resembled an insect and a midget of a woman that was laughing herself silly. The sheer ridiculousness of this scene and how it seemed to pound at his sanity forced John to his feet. He stood up and spoke before even catching his breath.

"Just what the hell is this?!"

@Smike

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Vane

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The monotonous and boring wait for the class to start was broken up by Vane's fellow students. Their colorful nature naturally painting over the dull atmosphere of the room with their own vibrant life. Jeim's presence brought a smile to Vane's own features with the possibility of a fight ever so present. As he looked on at the blatant flirting between Jeim and Pablo, he became even more amused at the interruption.

"Come on, Kim. Let them enjoy themselves while the rest can study. It's not like the studious will be all that distracted by something like this, right?" This was a wonderful day aside from the early morning that forces him to wake up at a murderous time.

Though that little Japanese girl makes him want to act a little bit more like Keith and mess with her. Her self-assurance and unparalleled confidence is screaming at Vane to just poke and prod at it a little bit.

And so he did. "Aw, that was a little rude, little girl. Nobody really knows the truth of the world, so we're all ignorant there." He closed his eyes and felt a little smirk come on to his face as he pushed a little further.

"I'm already living in Utopia anyways. Guess that means I'm smarter, more rational, and a better ruler than you are, though you'll get to where I am with a little more experience when you grow up some more." He didn't even bother holding in his laugh.

Mahoukyo: Magical Mishaps

Shouyou Tenma

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A research facility by the Akechi... A man clad in a kimono was lost in thought with only the sound of a vehicle to keep his mind company. He's familiar with those types of buildings, but the confusing thing is how the Rikimaru found it and why they're going after it. He can theorize all he wants, but there's no conclusive evidence to deduce the truth.

The mission Shouyou and others were hastily gathered for has the man slightly worried. All missions carry the risk of death, but Shouyou refuses to send anyone to the afterlife. He has a pipe dream that this situation can be diffused without fighting, but he's expecting an unfortunate fight. Plus, they were given permission to use all the force they feel is necessary. He sighed with a frown before speaking lightly.

"The Rikimaru Family is already raising tensions on the city. Since there's no need to increase that any further, would it not be best to use nonlethal means to take them down?" Shouyou is blind to the reason why the Rikimaru's doing this.

This was supposed to be a nice retirement for him where he could be free to pursue anything he wanted in life. A peaceful journey to a satisfactory end, yet the government interfered in that and now the Rikimaru family is the reason why he's being called back to a battlefield where there are only people. To say he's disappointed wouldn't be wrong. Also...

"Roya, please be careful." He doesn't mean to come across as patronizing, but Roya is still a child. He feels that it's his duty to worry for kids like him.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Michael Klein

Michael Klein

Age: 18 | Gender: Male | Height: 5"10 | Magic Affinity: Wind | Race: Human

Physical Description

A young man just entering the cusps of adulthood with the skin of a typical white American. He possesses black hair and gray eyes. His lively face sometimes lets people underestimate his age. Michael typically wears sports jackets, pants, and running shoes for his daily activities of running and weightlifting. His fit body is hidden by the baggy clothes he always puts on. He has a faint scar on his right temple.

Personality

Michael is a naturally optimistic and cheerful person. He's always looking for the positives in life and he dislikes negativity. His sunny disposition can sometimes be a revitalizing medicine for those who are down, or it can be annoying for the who dislike that kind of enthusiasm. No matter the problem, he'll never let anything get him down for long. Michael can be a naive person with where he places his trust, though he's not a complete fool. No matter how evil the person though, he will always look for the good in them. That unrelenting belief is an acknowledged danger, but he doesn't care anyways.

Michael is also what you can call an exercise nut. He loves any activity that gets the body moving, like running, soccer, basketball, etc. If he's feeling really good on a day, he'll try to drag any friends into his activity as well with the excuse that it's good for them. His bold and loud nature matched with his likes can make him an overbearing person to more introverted people.

Bio

Michael had a normal family and lived in a relatively urban area in Florida. His parents were both gentle, kind, and most of all quiet people. Nobody knows where Michael got his boundless energy from. He was certainly a minor headache on his parents with all the things he wanted to do. Luckily, they directed him to sports and other activities that used up all that energy so he wouldn't be an energetic menace at home. From a young age, Michael became the extroverted jock that people know him as. Naturally, he wasn't the gifted type of genius with both good grades and an excellent physique so he was forced to study a lot just so his grades wouldn't fall to the wayside.

It was a normal life with a couple of bumps here and there, but it was a nice one. The moment he turned 18, he got a job and moved out of his parent's house. He kept up the jogging, but had to sacrifice other extracurricular activities to earn some money for his college tuition. He was blessed with wonderful parents that paid for his first semester, but it wouldn't feel right relying on them like that, so he bounced.

A nice, small apartment with a cheap rent suited him just fine. Budgeting was always difficult because he wasn't really experienced in this area, but he eventually got the hang of it. On a sunny day, he went on one of his jogs and then the world he always knew shifted into something unrecognizable.

Capacity:

B

Flow:

D

Flux:

D

Magic and Abilities:

Return by Death

Character Intentions

Michael wants to return to his own world, though it's not an extreme priority that he'd forsake his morals for it. If he can return home peacefully, then it'll be fine. If he can't return home without causing problems, then he'll deal with that when he gets there.

Extra:

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Michael Klein

Michael Klein

Age: 18 | Gender: Male | Height: 5"10 | Magic Affinity: Wind | Race: Human

Physical Description

A young man just entering the cusps of adulthood with the skin of a typical white American. He possesses black hair and gray eyes. His lively face sometimes lets people underestimate his age. Michael typically wears sports jackets, pants, and running shoes for his daily activities of running and weightlifting. His fit body is hidden by the baggy clothes he always puts on. He has a faint scar on his right temple.

Personality

Michael is a naturally optimistic and cheerful person. He's always looking for the positives in life and he dislikes negativity. His sunny disposition can sometimes be a revitalizing medicine for those who are down, or it can be annoying for the who dislike that kind of enthusiasm. No matter the problem, he'll never let anything get him down for long. Michael can be a naive person with where he places his trust, though he's not a complete fool. No matter how evil the person though, he will always look for the good in them. That unrelenting belief is an acknowledged danger, but he doesn't care anyways.

Michael is also what you can call an exercise nut. He loves any activity that gets the body moving, like running, soccer, basketball, etc. If he's feeling really good on a day, he'll try to drag any friends into his activity as well with the excuse that it's good for them. His bold and loud nature matched with his likes can make him an overbearing person to more introverted people.

Bio

Michael had a normal family and lived in a relatively urban area in Florida. His parents were both gentle, kind, and most of all quiet people. Nobody knows where Michael got his boundless energy from. He was certainly a minor headache on his parents with all the things he wanted to do. Luckily, they directed him to sports and other activities that used up all that energy so he wouldn't be an energetic menace at home. From a young age, Michael became the extroverted jock that people know him as. Naturally, he wasn't the gifted type of genius with both good grades and an excellent physique so he was forced to study a lot just so his grades wouldn't fall to the wayside.

It was a normal life with a couple of bumps here and there, but it was a nice one. The moment he turned 18, he got a job and moved out of his parent's house. He kept up the jogging, but had to sacrifice other extracurricular activities to earn some money for his college tuition. He was blessed with wonderful parents that paid for his first semester, but it wouldn't feel right relying on them like that, so he bounced.

A nice, small apartment with a cheap rent suited him just fine. Budgeting was always difficult because he wasn't really experienced in this area, but he eventually got the hang of it. On a sunny day, he went on one of his jogs and then the world he always knew shifted into something unrecognizable.

Capacity:

B

Flow:

D

Flux:

D

Magic and Abilities:

Return by Death

Character Intentions

Michael wants to return to his own world, though it's not an extreme priority that he'd forsake his morals for it. If he can return home peacefully, then it'll be fine. If he can't return home without causing problems, then he'll deal with that when he gets there.

Extra:

Pokemon: Chronicles

Gerard Harloc

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Gerard Harloc

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Aspiring Champion | Gerard | 16

Appearance:

Gerard stands at the above average height of 5"10 with a moderate build covered up by dark clothing. His face is usually set in a lazy position accompanied by a neutral frown. His blonde hair and magenta eyes form an odd contrast with the gray clothes he wears. His most comfortable black jacket is what he wears almost everyday.

Background:

Gerard was a boy of few words growing up, preferring to merely observe in silence. He had a hard time understanding others. Unlike what his countenance suggests, he wasn't all that lazy of a person. The place he grew up, Viridian City, had two areas where the boy could let loose his love for exploration. His parents surprisingly accepted him walking throughout the routes as long as they were close to the city, but were very careful in reminding him of the danger of Pokemon. It was a nice, peaceful life without any bumps. Unlike kids back then, Gerard wasn't all that interested in Pokemon. He treated them with ambivalence and minute apathy.

His father was slightly disappointed with his lack of interest in Pokemon as the man himself was a trainer back in the day. He did hand him a Pokeball just in case he changed his mind, but Gerard doubted that it would ever happen. He was perfectly content in living the life he was now up to getting a normal job and living all the way to the grave. At least he thought that way until he came into contact with a male Nidoran at age sixteen. There wasn't anything special about the Pokemon to him and he doubted the creature saw anything special in him.

Yet the moment their eyes crossed each other, it was like electricity surging through their bodies. On instinct, his hand reached for the Pokeball he still had on him. Catching that Nidoran was the trigger that changed the direction of Gerard's boundless passion. It was a goal that didn't have any strong motivations behind it, but he at least wanted to become a champion of a league. His mother was slightly unhappy with the risk he took, but his father was ecstatic with him. Since he was a newbie on his road, his father enrolled him in Pokemon Masters Academy to get all the experience he needed. The boy himself didn't care as long as he explored more of the world and reached the zenith of his dream.

Personality:

Gerard at his core is a stoic person. He doesn't usually have much to say on a topic and tends to keep his thoughts to himself. He prefers to observe rather than make judgements and he doesn't talk with others unless he feels that he must. A major flaw in his character is his weak ability to understand and empathize with others. It requires an amount of effort he feels that just isn't worth it, which is the only lazy part of himself that matches his face. He at least makes a good listener.

The boy loves learning and is skilled at adapting to his surroundings. After catching his first Pokemon, he heavily researched on how to care for it, the moves it can learn, and the best ways to train it. He took like a fish towards water on his path to becoming a trainer as seen by his relentless pursuit of knowledge on Pokemon.

What are some ways you would like to affect the story:

Gerard's role would be best suited to exploring the vast archipelago of Marvalo while getting involved in many battles. Through that adventure, he would grow his empathy and learn to connect better with people and Pokemon. I think it would be interesting for Gerard to fight against a sinister Legendary, like Eternatus, Giratina, or Yveltal.

Pokemon

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^{Nidoran ◼ ♂ ◼ Stoic | Stubborn ◼ Poison Point}

Nidoran is a power hungry young Pokemon that took an instant liking to Gerard due to the similarities it could feel between them. It listens to its trainer's orders as long as it gets stronger and stronger.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Vane

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"Pablo and Cynthia, huh? Well, I'll talk to you guys later." Vane waved them off before opening the door and entering the classroom. He picked out a random seat and immediately became comfortable in it, not showing any desire to move from it. A seat near the back of the classroom where it'll be a nice and quick exit out of the class once it's over.

It seems there are a lot of interesting people entering this class. Some that are faintly familiar and others that don't register in his memory. "First is gonna be Virgil..." he muttered to himself before resting his cheek on his hand.

He shook those gluttonous thoughts out of his head. Before anything else, he needs to get his boring classes out of the way before moving onto the really fun stuff. His academic skills aren't bad. He'd even say they're quite good, but they just aren't fun. Vane started humming a nigh-silent tune to himself, waiting for the class to begin.

Persona ~ The Beholder

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A seemingly normal morning with undercurrents of misfortune readying to assail the slouching man paid off in a terrible way. The professor lecturing the class jumped right into what was to be expected of them and even got into the beginnings of music theory.

At one point, John could feel the wizened teacher focusing more on him than other students. His assumption was that he had an aversion to those who relied on the internet instead of the finer arts with a basis in reality. So, he's already slightly on the man's bad side just from barging into the room with his phone already out. And as if the day couldn't get any worse, when the lecture was over, he went straight home to grab a bite to eat and a mug of coffee only to find a lack of both necessities in his dorm room.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no...!" He felt a surge of irritation and panic well up within him. He's going to have to go out and stock up on those extremely important items.

Running out of food? Acceptable.

Running out of the most important instant coffee? Unacceptable. Screw that. He absolutely can't go without it, or he'll crash like a jet with no fuel.

So, here he is, sitting in a slouched position on his bed. He's glaring at his reflection shown by the powered-off laptop's sleek monitor. What should he do? Since it's about evening, that means there should be more people going home instead of running to a convenience store.

He sighed and stood up to grab his wallet, keys, and phone. Once more he hesitates in front of the door, feeling even more unsure of himself than earlier in the day. He shoved all of it down and repressed it before heading out to his local convenience store. A quick walk from there back to his abode.

Though it seems the weather had other ideas with the sudden mist and all surrounding the stressed man. "H-huh? What's going on?"

John lost track of where he was going and his normally sharp mind was mired by this situation that induced fear in him. He could feel his arm shaking, so he tightly grabbed his wrist to shut it down. He bit his lip and cobbled up some ideas to suppress his dread.

'Calm down. You can think this through logically. Try to remember your surroundings. I can put together something.'

John took deep breathes and started walking straight forward. "Alright. I'm not where I was before. The lack of any sounds prove that," he muttered to himself. He then took one more deep breath before shouting.

"Is anyone out there?!"