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Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Well, that was easy. Renauld had already found a party. At least, people who wanted him to join. An extraordinarily large woman had parted the crowds of cold loiterers to directly confront the lackadaisical looking mage. Her size had only been dwarfed by her personality; curt and surly. Rather than a greeting, she offered a job. Well, less 'offer' and more 'demand.'

"Ah, me?" Renauld paused as he took a brief look around. He was indeed the only mage that she could have been talking to. "Er, yes. Sure. I'm Renauld, by the way. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

Before the large warrior had a chance to respond, a familiar voice emerged from the crowd. Someone who Renauld had worked with in the past. He had introduced himself, most likely looking for another job.

Then more emerged. Like moths to a flame, three more people arrived. The first of which was a forlorn looking woman with a red scarf. Forlorn? No, there was something else in her eyes. Maybe it was nothing. The second and third were much more... noticeable? One had an appearance that could only be described as unique and iconic. The other was a talkative one who made an elevator pitch. His name was Argentum. What kind of name was that? Renauld kept his thought to himself. He was a phalanx which... was a strange class? His previous party had been composed of the standard roles: two warriors, a priest, a paladin, a thief, and a mage. He didn't really have any experience with working with other classes.

Well, it was probably better to let the big girl who called him out choose the party members. For now, he'd just stay quiet.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

An object may be found, hmm? Thoughts crossed Xu Jian's mind. Maybe there was something they were missing. It wasn't the brightest of rooms. They may have been a hidden switch on the wall or a plug shaped key hidden behind a rock somewhere. All it would take is someone to look for something. Which, by some miracle of generally bad planning, nobody had done.

"Paul, you heard the lil' lady. Go search around this room and see if you can find an actual key. Or go outside and find a rock that looks like it'd fit perfectly in this hole? I'm going to try to provolone this door open."

So she shoved her staff into the hole. As she had done so, it had shortened in length. This, of course, had a reason. It increased in girth as it had done so, squishing and stretching iron to perfectly fit into the hole. If something didn't happen, she'd push and spin the rod. If nothing happened after that? Well, at least she could extract Albrecht's glowing marble from the hole to make room for the actual key. Really, it was a win-win situation.

Unless that hole was connected to a 120/240v three-phase powerline.

Then Xu Jian would probably die.

Lostman Grafitti

Well, it was about time to line up at Galaxy. Before Marina tossed out the Sudoku book that had lost all entertainment value, she tore out a few pages and stuffed them into her pockets. Now that the weird woman left to see her shrink, Marina felt like she could speak again. Even though it was just a minute, it felt like an eternity. That's how awkward it was. They could have had a riveting conversation about why she was known to Yasuo as 'taser lady' or why she would go and speak to them in the first place. That was her surliness flaring up, though. Better to ignore whoever that woman was.

Keep her eyes on the prize. With Yasuo, she had lined up outside of the building. A good seat was at the front and to get one, one had to wait at the front doors. The two of them would wait there until the doors were open. Then? Well, Marina would do something. She hadn't actually decided what, nor has she seen face-to-face if the drummer really was one of her killers.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Even with his carefully curated winter gear, it was still as frigid as always. For each breath he exhaled, a bellow of frigid smoke emerged. Such a cold winter made Renault wonder if his choice of spells was correct. Had he chosen fire, he would be able to keep warm. That was beside the point, though. Such petty things shouldn't trifle him. What he picked was what he picked. No amount of willpower could change the past. Actually, would it have been possible to flex in another contract with a fire spirit? That would be a question for later. He'd ask the sadistic receptionist that stood at the mage guild if he could.

Not that it mattered.

He didn't even have the money to get another spell. Spells were expensive. It had cost him his entire endowment from Mathers to join the mage guild. Even though his former party could make serious coinage, he had to spend all of his gold just to catch up to them. The only nest egg he could make was a total of 7 silver. An entire seven silver. If he stretched it as much as he could, how many days could he last? One week? Two at the most. Not long enough to wait until the winter was over. No, he had to get back into action. Hunt some monsters, but without the help of his former team. For a mage? That was pretty much a death sentence.

The answer was obvious. Renault had to join a new party. He was—thank the gods—a semi-experienced mage. Mages, after all, were an extraordinarily powerful force. They were weak and fragile, but a good mage could decimate hordes of monsters before they even got close to the frontlines. Even if he wasn't good enough to keep up with the big leagues, he could still make a killing if he just knocked himself down to where his skill actually was. Even if it was risky, dying from exposure and starvation in the middle of winter was probably worse than getting stuck with a sketchy party. If he could just get five silver from hunting, he would basically double his breathing room.

And there Renault was. In the middle of the square, scoping out parties illuminated by the bizarre orange glow that always came with the snow. Light from fires and the moon reflected unimpeded thanks to the snow's white nature. Even though the sun was nowhere near close to breaching the horizon, there was enough light to see everything. The less fine details, at the very least. It had been a long time since he had looked at the bounty board. His party leader would choose each bounty that his party had gone to complete. Now, it was up to Renault to finally see what quests remained in the desolate winter.

A good amount.

Purifying skeletons was cheap and easy. It was basically like fighting oversized ice cubes, just more stubborn. Skeleton mages were terrifying, though. They silently cast their magic and were generally unaffected by things. The Ravager-Wyrm was also cheap. A large worm that was misspelled? Most likely. It was more of a threat to the landscape than people, though. 13 silver was an okay amount for brand new adventurers, but if it was split between more than three people? Only enough for some food. Salamander riders seemed like a good choice for a decent party. Magic was effective against most things. The Embalming Hunter wasn't a good matchup for Renault. Had he been a fire mage, he would easily be able to torch the beast's lair. He wasn't. No point in dwelling over it. Bringing supplies to the fort was the real money maker. If you did it right, you could get ten gold every 3 or so days. It was probably difficult and soul crushing, but the possibility of making fat stacks was there. The other two were a bit difficult. Both of them were like raids; large bosses surrounded by their troops. Unless Renault got an amazing party that he could trust every step of the way, he would have to avoid those two like the plague.

Renault needed a party before taking his thoughts any further. Don't miss the forest for the trees. Would the better metaphor have been 'don't skip steps when building a chair?'

Well. He would just wait by the bounty board for now, trying to not freeze his buns off as he scoped out groups that looked like they could use another member.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Renauld

Moniker: Renauld

Gender: Male

Countenance: At 5'11" with an okay physical build, Renauld is nothing special. While blessed with good health, no amount of effort has been done to hone his gifts. He has a fairly soft appearance; not a single trace of ruggedness is found in his face or body. His hair is similar. Like a fine silk, light brown hair messily sits atop his head and is styled with only simple brushing. His eyes are brown and uninteresting, but still hold a sense of brightness only held by optimists.

Facade: Renauld is polite. He speaks to others with as much respect as he can muster and is very mindful of what he says in that regard. Rarely does he ever explicitly state something that could possibly offend; in that regard, one could call him spineless. He actively avoids conflict between people, agreeing with both sides instead of trying to mediate or find a solution. He's often seen as 'out there,' appearing as apathetic to most causes. He pays attention to his relationships with people, though. Often a great listener, he talks about problems and issues with people.

Competence
Vibrance – B+
Gestalt – C
Conformity – D
Physique – C
Composure – C-

Statball

Class: Mage
Abilities:

• Magic Missile - A ball of light about the size of a fist that bursts from the end of the caster's staff to hit someone.
• Icicle Spear - The caster creates a spear out of ice and shoots it in the direction the caster is pointing. It freezes what it comes in contact with.
• Breath of Blizzard - A frigid cone extends from the caster, blasting out cold winds accompanied by frost and hail.
• Ice Wall - The caster erect a wall of ice anywhere where they can clearly see. Once destroyed, ice instantly vaporizes.
• Frost Shackles - The caster targets an area which they can clearly see. After a moment, the area will freeze over, locking down the feet of any within the area.

Equipment:

• Undamaged Wooden Staff - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. It's a simple stick, but miraculously has not been so much as scratched during its tenure.
• Simple Mage Guild Cloak - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. Simple off-white cloth cloak with a triangular pattern dyed with the colour of the guild on the hood.
• Winter Gear - Basic clothing for keeping one's body warm during the winter. Linen undergarments with wool layers over top and an unpadded coif.
• Simple Boots - Often forgotten, foot care is important for wet environments. Good quality, but nothing special.
• 7 Silver

My Hero Academia: Another Story

I literally shitposted my way to a chance at a second character

Hero

Judith Astera

Arachne

Costume

Main
Battle

└Appearance:

Standing at 5'3", Judith is a lackadaisical beauty. While blessed with a good face, her body is rather thin and unimpressive. To call it lithe would be a misnomer; there's not a single bit of suppleness in her. She's stronger than she looks, but only because she looks like a twig. Her presence is similar. The way that she talks, moves, and expresses herself is slow and meek. To the point of seeming air-headed, Judith acts with very few cares in the world. Judith's aesthetic are things that are comfy. Thick wool sweaters, ultra soft pants, and shoes that cross the boundary of slipper and sneaker are all regulars in her ensemble.

└Age:

16

└Gender:

Female

└Quirk Name:

Weaver

└Quirk Type:

Emitter

└Quirk Description:

By combining a mixture of sweat and skin cells, Judith can form sticky threads that she has control over. As long as the threads remain attached to her body, she can control them. Because of this control, Judith can quickly weave extremely durable netting, webs, and ropes on the fly. The threads are incredibly durable and elastic, but become less elastic but more durable the more she layers her threads. The stickiness of each thread can be freely controlled by Judith so long as the thread remains attached to her body. Once the detach, they can't attach at all.

Despite her cells having a strong enough bond to repel water and most adverse conditions, both strong acids and strong bases can dissolve the bonds. Additionally, strong enough cuts can still slice through the threads. Blunt trauma, however, remains ineffective at dealing with them. The speed at which she makes the threads isn't incredibly impressive either. She can't fire off ropes of webbing like Spiderman and the absolute maximum she can make in one motion is a two foot long length of fabric the width of her hands.

Because she requires both sweat and skin cells, she needs to drink enough water and be careful not to overuse her power. Slight overuse will result in her skin turning raw and pained. Moderate overuse will cause scrapes and minor bleeding. Severe overuse, which is obvious when it will come, will cause her epidermis to be completely rubbed off, exposing (and cutting) the dermis layer.

└Inventory & Possessions:

Judith's costume is a defensive measure. Created out from a durable cloth-wire blend, it can repel basic trauma and cuts with relative ease. Since Judith's threads can attach to the insides of the coat, she can much more easily move in the suit as one would believe.

✤ Delve ✤

By some miracle, the bolt didn't strike centre of the flying kobold's body. Had it struck dead-on, it would have shattered stone and bone, a much harder target than simple flesh. Instead, it passed through the beast's entrails. While the entrance wound was a clean, bolt-sized hole, the exit wound was much worse. It tore and ripped flesh. Blood spewed from the new orifice as viscera had been carried out by the projectile. But the kobold didn't die. It was merely knocked off course and landed to Oben's right. That didn't mean it was some super kobold or that kobolds were extraordinarily strong. No, the mutt shivered and tried to crawl away from the swordsman he once tried to attack. It couldn't get any strength to do so. All it could do was splatter blood and move dust.

The second kobold was significantly more lucky. As clear of a shot it was, the chance of striking two targets with one bolt, one of which had been moving at an adequate speed, was unlikely. The bolt cleared over top of the second kobold's head and struck the wall with tremendous force. It barely sunk in. It quickly fell out of the newfound hole and rolled into the ground, unharmed by the hard collision.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Quinn Leiurus || Anarchy Red

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Same old same old. The trip back to the prison was more of before, but this time Alcatraz was new and improved. While the exterior and the entrances were still as visually abandoned as ever, the inside was new and improved. This time, Quinn could see rooms that had been repaired, organised, and filled with basic necessities. The irony of living in a prison cell wasn't lost on her. Well, Quinn's kayfabe was still intact. So long as her identity as a villain and her identity as a person were separate, she could freely roam the streets. Some of her comrades couldn't, so it was much more of a gift than one could think.

Like before, she was first to arrive. She still wore her costume—demon mask, wig, and punkish attire—when she entered. This was more of a habit, though. It was easier to be a villain if you acted like one. To act like one, you had to look like one. Plus it was really cosy clothing. The innermost defensive layer also acted as a soft padding, so the coat was a lot more comfortable than it looked.

"I see that this place is actually funded this time around," she joked as she no longer had to step over random cables and tiles on the ground, "series B or what?"

Well, that was the extent of her sociability. It was easier to shit on heroes than it was to make friends with villains.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Renauld

Moniker: Renauld

Gender: Male

Countenance: At 5'11" with an okay physical build, Renauld is nothing special. While blessed with good health, no amount of effort has been done to hone his gifts. He has a fairly soft appearance; not a single trace of ruggedness is found in his face or body. His hair is similar. Like a fine silk, light brown hair messily sits atop his head and is styled with only simple brushing. His eyes are brown and uninteresting, but still hold a sense of brightness only held by optimists.

Facade: Renauld is polite. He speaks to others with as much respect as he can muster and is very mindful of what he says in that regard. Rarely does he ever explicitly state something that could possibly offend; in that regard, one could call him spineless. He actively avoids conflict between people, agreeing with both sides instead of trying to mediate or find a solution. He's often seen as 'out there,' appearing as apathetic to most causes. He pays attention to his relationships with people, though. Often a great listener, he talks about problems and issues with people.

Competence
Vibrance – B+
Gestalt – C
Conformity – D
Physique – C
Composure – C-

Statball

Class: Mage
Abilities:

• Magic Missile - A ball of light about the size of a fist that bursts from the end of the caster's staff to hit someone.
• Icicle Spear - The caster creates a spear out of ice and shoots it in the direction the caster is pointing. It freezes what it comes in contact with.
• Breath of Blizzard - A frigid cone extends from the caster, blasting out cold winds accompanied by frost and hail.
• Ice Wall - The caster erect a wall of ice anywhere where they can clearly see. Once destroyed, ice instantly vaporizes.
• Frost Shackles - The caster targets an area which they can clearly see. After a moment, the area will freeze over, locking down the feet of any within the area.

Equipment:

• Undamaged Wooden Staff - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. It's a simple stick, but miraculously has not been so much as scratched during its tenure.
• Simple Mage Guild Cloak - Given to all initiates in the mage guild. Simple off-white cloth cloak with a triangular pattern dyed with the colour of the guild on the hood.
• Winter Gear - Basic clothing for keeping one's body warm during the winter. Linen undergarments with wool layers over top and an unpadded coif.
• Simple Boots - Often forgotten, foot care is important for wet environments. Good quality, but nothing special.
• 7 Silver

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

now we just need a priest

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finding a healer is hell in a handbasket