Renny

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲 (A Magical Girl/Boy RP)

@January I've been lurking for a little while. Just wanted to let you know I'm interested in this. Currently cooking up a CS.

✤ Delve ✤

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Second Floor
_{Late Morning}

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"Yes!" Oben shouted with glee.

Of course the first floor was easy, not one adventure in their party should've had any problems but that hadn't lessened Oben's duty to feign joy or to hide his unease. He had to put forth some kind of answer for his supposed reaction to victory... right? No, yea, that was exactly what he needed to do. Though he mourned the suffering of the kobold, he much preferred for a monster to die than an human. With a sly turn and the sound of managed iron, his nodachi was placed comfortably back in his sheathe.

At that same moment he noticed Penn dashing from kobold to kobold, eviscerating their corpses and plucking the gems from their cavities. It was truly something fascinating to watch. Since he had always been alone, Oben was use to doing it himself. It was a tedious job but Penn made it look easy, fun even. He would remind himself to genuinely praise her whenever possible. After she had picked up the gems and the one body that Oben had beheaded with help from the bolt-shooter, they were on to the second floor.

Oben landed with a soft thud, approaching the map laid out by the others. Apparently they were to pick the next path. Oben gave Dahlia a curious look; wondering if she was prepared for all the ways this seemingly easy task could go wrong. With so many minds and different personalities, all of which had some brashness to them, this could turn quiet-literally into a free-for-all. Once Varanense had fleshed out his own plan, Oben stepped away from the map. This was the perfect opportunity to get a better look into their insights and from there speculate as to why they decided such arguments.

Good, now I get to dive into their minds a bit.

Meanwhile though, he'd eliminate himself by saying, "I couldn't come up with anything. Your plan is better than nothing. And its a good one too... I think." He flashed a kind grin and folded his arms over his chest.

Rurouni Kenshin - Stand of the Shinsengumi

I'm super popular, thought Nagatoki.

A grin flourished on his lips as he followed behind the others, mirroring their moves with near perfect accuracy. As the conversation fell into priorities, volunteer work, and ultimately useless babble, Nagatoki stepped up next to Fujimaru. Like the Captain he put his hand to chin and feigned contemplation. As Fujimaru began to speak, Nagatoki dropped his act and instead started to busy himself as they all deliberated.

Crap, the hell should I do while everyone is running their mouths, Nagatoki folded his arms over his chest. They can all wait outside to be honest. With my skills and infamy, I could probably take the Mad Dog down all by myself. His cheeks reddened at that thought, an obviously large smile on his face.

"The Bright-Eye Manslayer will be known worldwide. But that can only happen if I gain even more political-power. His mumbles tapered off to the musing of selfish indulgences.

✤ Delve ✤

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First Floor
_{Late Morning}

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Oben whistled an impressed tune after getting over the initial shock. He eyed the beast with pity, shaking his head solemnly as he sauntered towards it. "Must be painful," he murmured, thinking of all the ways he could ease the kobold tremendous pain. Which deathblow would make its life and death seamlessly intertwined? One moment it was breathing in agony, the next would be a rather perfect, eternal slumber.

He pulled back his nodachi in a formal stance, jutted forwards, and extended the blade aiming for its head. Whether it was a clean strike or just another messy blow would be up to how quick kobold reacted."Don't struggle, I know it hurts."

Anomalous

@Artifex No problem. I'm just glad to be part of the fold.

As for the classification system, I prefer the new one over the old. This one just "feels" more to the point. I imagine the new system would be offered to the public as a early warning system or something and the old one would be meant for N.O.V.A and other Variant agencies around the world.

Anomalous

Jayson Vargas

N.O.V.A. Profile

Name | Jayson Vargas
Alias | None
Age | 20
Gender | Male
Appearance | 5'8" - 130 lbs - Slim
Notoriety | Watched
Variant Type/Danger Level | Mentalist / RED LEVEL
Abilities | Surveillance, first-hand accounts, and attempts to secure the target has all ended in spectacular failure. Subject Jayson Vargas has displayed the usage of strong, wide-reaching telekinetic powers. From infantile studies done with the permission of his parents, it has been documented by premier scientists at N.O.V.A HQ that he draws on the kinetic energy around him to fuel his ability. Telekinesis, telepathy, barrier-creation, and self-healing are powers both seen and documented-the latter two seemingly instinctively done. The target however appears unaware of his Variant abilities and as such other powers are speculated to exist within his telekinetic array.

[Gear]

Attire | None.
Armament/Equipment | None.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]

Affiliation | Independent
Alignment | Free Spirit

Personality/Habits | Jayson has a difficult time concentrating on any one thing for extended periods of time. His mind flutters about when left alone, often time leaving him in a physical daze. Without the mind-dulling effects of music or other literary fancies, Jayson tends to dream or daydream in most cases of the countless inconceivable concepts seeking his attention. Many of which he hardly understands. The voices of people around him often scurries into his mind-space and despite this, his fear of standing out keeps him from seeking outside help. His need for freedom won't allow him to be hospitalized, however he's intelligent enough to know that his psychotic breaks, and quirks, could cause trouble. Until he gets it all under control, he's decided to play on his introverted tendencies.

Occupation/Trade | Freelance Artist/Animator

Skills/Talents | Drawing, exceptional analyst of situations

Family | Garrod Vargas (Adopted Father - Alive) & Natalie Vargas (Adopted Mother - Alive)

Background | At the age of four he was orphaned. By ten he was adopted by Garrod and Natalie Vargas, raised as their own with enough space to develop into himself. The Vargas couple moved around a lot up until they settled in New Haven. By this time Jayson had just turned seventeen and he had cemented a few bad habits. He distanced himself from most people; though he had many talents and was reasonably handsome, he lacked the confidence. He holed himself up in his home, at the age of nineteen, after saving up a bit of money from his side-gig of animating, he moved out of his parents home and into Ville Rouge.

Now twenty, he animates out of his own apartment and rarely leaves. He hear the voices of people hunting him, watching him, and waiting for an opportunity. Any reason to "Bring him in". Because of this a bit of paranoia has entered his life. Since before his adoption, Jayson had always felt something swelling around him; the paranoia has turned it into a thorny overcoat. Always itching and digging into his skin.

Rurouni Kenshin - Stand of the Shinsengumi

@vancexentan I'll get a post up tomorrow. Sorry about the lack of activity.

Anomalous

@Artifex Don’t know if I missed it or not but was Jayson approved?

Anomalous

@Zoey White Obviously a wizard. Patrick Star is a starfish. No one wants to be a Patrick Star

Anomalous

@Zoey White Lol I think he's already a bit OP. Though I had thought about it myself.