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The Will of God

Invariant, That's enough. You just wanted to get the final say when the GM already said this discussion was over. Get over it.

Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

~Ashling McGuffin~ - Komari, Phoebe, Christian, Sam, Briggs

Everyone seemed to pile into the kitchen at once. One fool telling her not to kill herself, the other saying she shouldn't use sacrifices or whatever and one trying to defend her. She blushed dark red and raised her voice with enough volume to startle the nuns back home.

"QUIET!" She herself stopped talking, her small mouth turned into a pout and her forehead twisted into a scowl. Once she had their attention, Ashling folded her arms, still holding the knife. "I'd been thinking what I might make for everyone to settle their rumbling bellies, eh? And yes, I was considering taking it for my own defense purposes. Afterall, I'm trapped in a school full of people what want to possibly kill each other." Her shoulders slumped a bit an she looked down. "I don't want to be in this situation." Her hazel eyes once more found them. Her voice took on a challenging tone, but the glaze of her eyes would tell them it wasn't out of aggression, but fear. "Is that a problem?"

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/\Christian Urel/\ - Ashling, Komari, Briggs, Phoebe, Sam

Christian followed them last into the cafeteria's kitchen. His long legs walking rather than running to catch up to them. As he arrived, he could see the situation had gotten out of hand. After the girl holding the knife.. Ashling, yes... that was her name, said her bit, Christian slowly walked past everyone towards her.

~Ashling~

As she focused on the people that were there, her eyes turned to Christian and widened, a bit fearful of the Goliath of a man in front of her. She slowly backed up, holding her knife out in front of her. She was so scared that tears began to well into her eyes and she shut them tightly, expecting the worst.

/\Christian/\

Christian knelt down as he came to her and gently pried the knife from her hand. Ashling's eyes opened quickly, confused and surprised as she looked at him. Christian put a hand on her hair and ruffled it slightly, giving her a smile. Ashling looked at him through her tears of fear, understanding his silent reassurance, and practically bowled him over when she hugged him. Christian was so surprised he took a step back but regained his footing quickly and looked down at her, her head barely reaching the bottom of his chest. He smiled once more and rubbed her back, setting the chefs knife down onto the kitchen island.
He looked over at Sam and Briggs, gesturing with his eyes that perhaps they should take her outside. Clearly she was stressed enough to hug a stranger, she needed some consoling that Christian just couldn't give her with his predicament.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Jira didn't lose focus until his song was at an end. He began tuning the lute as he mulled over the rhythm and rhyme necessary to respond to his... darling. As he focused on plucking the strings and testing their tightness, he responded to the girl beside him, his voice not so goofy but more soft with his diverted concentration.

"Yeah, yeah,
This is where it is.
Some kind of adventure
Some kind of shiz.
That dark dude
What brought us here,
By chance just up
and disappeared."

It almost just sounded more like a poem than a rap, but there was enough rhythm for it to pass. He turned his face, concealed by his mask, to the red haired merchant as he set his lute flat on his lap.

"I know your hair
Your voice
Your what and where,
But I've yet to collect
The name
Of my maiden so fair."

Retaking Jump City

I shall post after Pyro. Warning Reptar, you may either be forced to go or left behind

Shifting Worlds

If you watch it with my signature, it makes the baby ducks that much more metal

Shifting Worlds

Name:
Anita Rikken

Gender:
Female

Age:
19

Appearance:


Shifter Appearance:
Phoenix




Abilities:
-Knowledge with blades, specifically katanas
-Decent hand to hand combat
-Evasive maneuverability
-Fluent in Japanese
-Competent to "key points" of German, Swedish, and Spanish from her fathers various travels. (i.e. where is the bathroom, hello, goodbye and other 'necessities')

Powers:
Currently possessing:
-Flight [in-shifted form(s)]
-Fire Manipulation/Conjuring
-Capable of making softball sized fireballs and throwing them. Also used as a light source in the dark
-Setting her body ablaze/Rising heat temperature to combat cold or used defensively. Future development can become hot enough to melt steel in her grip
-'Curling.' Making small lines of fire, drawn from her hand like a pen, and manipulating it like a thin, burning rope. Has been used to assassinate targets when the didn't suspect it but drawing it across their neck or sending it down their throats. Very difficult to control and requires all of her concentration. (This is because fire is a substance that is out of control and WANTS to be out of control. To manipulate it from becoming less than a thin line is something that takes lots of mental strength and shouldn't be attempted when tired)

Future possessing:
-Healing Tears
-Advanced healing speeds (her own body)

Background:
Anita's always lived under the close watch of her father. Her mothers unfortunate death when Anita was but three years old left her father rattled, but never truly did break his spirit. A travelling entrepreneur, Anita's father never allowed her to settle in one place for long. Germany, Sweden, Spain, Japan and the USA were the most frequent jumping points her father's company, Ruudware, had them move to. She never did spend much time in the European countries however. At the most, it was for a week at a time and the only person she talked to aside from the occasional random stranger was her dad. It was lonely, spending many hours in hotel rooms on her own. Sometimes she even spent days on her own depending on what her dad had to do. Thus she learned to take care of herself, achieving an independence from her father and finally came to a point where she'd leave the hotel to see what was around on her own. Spiteful of their constant moving, Anita often fought with her father, so stubborn as to want to stay in one place for longer amounts of time than her fathers job permitted. On an excursion to Japan selling water purifiers Anita had the chance to sneak away from her hotel and explore the nearby grounds. She stumbled onto a dojo practicing feudal style swordsmanship. Fascinated with the teachings of the blade master, she watched for a while and made up her mind that she would stay.
Her father was none too pleased to learn she wanted to stay, so much so that for days on end the two of them did nothing but argue. Eventually, however, Anita managed to win him over by the skin of her teeth, and only because he'd missed his flight from how much arguing they had gone into late into the night, causing her father to oversleep. Fed up, her father found her a place to board at the Dojo she had found in exchange for her assisting the blade master and that she become and remain a honor student in school. She spent years after that studying, working hard on her grades, serving the blade master, and learning the way of the sword. It was hard work in the Dojo, but it was just as rewarding. Her daily duties including fetching fresh well water from the hill, sweeping, cleaning, laundry, polishing the wood floors and beating the tatami mats. Exercises started in the wee hours of the morning, having her run, doing pull ups, ab work and other miscellaneous body building exercises before even thinking about training with the sword. It wasn't all chores and fighting, however, as when her bond with the blade master grew, he introduced her to his more gentle hobbies, things he considered necessary to balance the life of a growing warrior. Of course, Anita was at first abrasive to the idea of 'gentle' hobbies, those being gardening and cooking, but it wasn't long till she warmed up to both, finding joy in them that she couldn't have comprehended before. Life was nice, she'd even been on her way to getting herself a possible boyfriend. That is, if Hiroi from class 3-1 really did have a crush on her...
Her kind reality came to a grinding halt when on the way to school her body erupted into a mass of flames and wings. She'd brought down a powerline from the scale of her transformation. Several people living over the city she lived in panicked, believing her to be a great fireball in the sky. Several hours later she managed to calm down and land on the side of the nearby mountain. She had no idea what had occurred and didn't know what to do. After many hours of crouching in the woods, naked, confused, and scared, she finally decided to return to the dojo, stealing a kimono from a clothesline when no one was looking. Her blade master passed no words with her as she entered, only giving her a queer glance as she slid the paper door to her room shut. It was a few days later the government came, explained the situation to a baffled blades master, and removed Anita from her home in Japan.
They put her through rigorous stealth training, using her background at the dojo to her advantage to quickly excel her in the ranks and train her to be a viable assassin. Learning to manipulate fire was more difficult and took much time to conquer. Even now, she still struggles with it a bit. Time will tell if she will adapt to her new abilities. But one thing is for sure. She's never missed her dad or her sensei any more than she has in her entire life.

Personality:
If Anita could be summed up in one word, it would be 'Tsundere.' She is feisty, tough, hot tempered, and stubborn. She is not above mischievous antics or pranks on others that piss her off. However, to anyone that tries to get close to her or shows her they don't mean her any wrongdoing, she is quick to soften up. She is easily embarrassed and lashes out at others when she feels she's truly in the wrong. That being said, anything to do with romance is quick to draw her in. She truly does love the idea of being in love and secretly wishes some boy would come around and sweep her off her feet like she's one of the lamer Disney princesses; having a really girly side that adores stuffed animals, candy, and other 'girlish trinkets.'

Other:
Theme:


When she gets mad she sets her hair on fire to intimidate others. This is actually a bird-like trait of 'intimidation.' Where most birds fluff their feathers to make themselves look bigger on instinct she uses fire-hair.

The Will of God

Likewise, Athos, Flamelord, I've played a bisexual harem-owning cult leader that twisted the word of 'god' to kill hundreds of innocents that were seen as demons. Yeah. Fucked up! I'm actually still friends with two others from the rp I played as that antagonist with because we enjoyed each other and respected our abilities to rp so well. But if there's anything I've learned, being the antagonist is sooooo fun. Not because they're twisted necessarily but because typically their personalities are so outlandishly different from your own that you get a new perspective on your own outlook.

Jangel, You're missing out on a golden opportunity if you ask me. Order for hot girls to make out in front of you at gun point. Saw off a mans leg. Blow shit up. OWN the antagonist!

Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

Thank. after someone else posts i'll get onto a response

The Will of God

Evie was only silent for a moment. Her magical girl clothing was fully formed around her and the breeze blew the hair away from her eye. In that moment, she considered her life at home. Her trips in an out of seeing the psychiatrist, her mother always shaking her head when Evie told her her desire for change, her fathers nose turning up and telling her to be 'realistic.' The years at the academy, receiving her tome and learning her abilities... it had all been for everything and nothing. In this moment, Evie's eyes only sought the Jesters. It was not hesitation, not was it for fear.

That moment Evie took was her goodbye to all she had known.

She outstretched her own gloved hand and interlaced her fingers with the Jesters. "I have been ready for a long time." She smiled a small, trusting smile. Whatever lie ahead... She would be ready for.

~

Ace no longer looked to Yuki but to his Superior. He had heard all the explanations before, having been at the meetings with Jester and Sachiro. His own fate was resigned, nailed to what may become of the will of she. What dark future lay ahead for the knights he'd fought alongside for nearly 60 years now, Yggdrasil did not know. For what he did understand, he may have to fight against them for once.

"Harbinger of Destruction, Ender of Universes..." Ace spoke quietly, his eyes turned from his knights and to the projection laid before them. "The Great Beast... ushers in an era of new." He looked to his Superior, his usually bright and relaxed eyes dulled by what was to come. "Is that not right, Mistress Sachiro?"

The Will of God

......
I gotta say something.

semi-passionate speech

Jangel, YOU, are not your character. YOU are a catalyst, a writer of your character. Putting YOURself into the shoes of YOUR character defeats the purpose. That just makes it a self insert. Characters don't always do things we agree with and that's fine. Are you scared we'll think of YOU differently just because your character does something we don't agree with? My god man take a damn chance.

Using words like 'We' or 'I' when talking about your characters is a toxic habit that forces you to look at the character like you would yourself and you're holding yourself back. Not to mention... it's not fair to the character. Let them be who they were meant to be. Do not write AS them but FOR them. Think of them as... well... your 'kids' in a way. I can't tell you how much I learn from my characters. Some are so much wiser than I or still have so much to learn but I'm proud of them because they are all my creations and I refuse to hold them back because 'I didn't agree with what they were doing or what they were meant to be.' You chose to be the antagonistic force man, and damn it, you should take full advantage of it.

I could get all hell firey passionate about what it means to own a character and I held myself back here. Please don't take this as an attack, this is how I feel about what it means to own a character.