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@pkken
Aaand the character to go with the PM'd quirk.

Cool cool! It's been... a while since I joined an RP that had stats that weren't just fluff and for show, so this should be fun.

And to let other players know (to maybe help with planning backstories that work together), my current idea for a character is a rather tomboyish girl who's a star volleyball player at the school the kids go to. I haven't really thought about her personality in-depth, but I do know that one of her defining traits will be her desire to be looked up to, as a sort of role model or hero.

I should have sheet up within two days~. Speaking of, @Matador, should there be a 'Personality' section on the CS? Not sure if you meant to omit it or not, so just want to ask to make sure.
Amano Nanase

The young woman couldn’t help but giggle lightly at the Servant’s words, finding his (understandable) love of the sun amusing. ”Of course,” she responded.

She made it to the meeting just as Zelretch had begun to speak, which brought a light blush of embarrassment to her cheeks, as she had been the only one not to arrive in exactly a ‘timely manner.’ Thankfully for her though, she hadn’t interrupted or missed anything, so no harm had been done.

Her focus rezeroed as their mission was explained. This is what she was entrusted with. Enter the singularity with her allies, and work to retrieve the Holy Grail at the center of it to set history back on its rightful course. A clear mission.

She felt more at home than she had since first heading off to the facility.

Her attention was brought to the girl who introduced herself as Meran—an alchemist and support for the Masters and Servants. As Nanase listened to the girl speak in her monotone voice, she found something about her to be greatly intriguing. Nanase stepped forward, gently taking one of the phones from the girl with a small smile and light bow of her head. “Thank you very much,” she said quietly, gaze moving from Meran’s eyes to the phone. She found it quite impressive, to say the least. Making things was not a talent of hers in the slightest, let alone something so high tech—destruction suited Nanase better, however much that fact may have pained her to dwell on. She gave Meran another quick glance and smile to convey her gratitude before turning away to head towards the light spilling from the portal. Meran was certainly interesting, and Nanase wished to perhaps speak with her just for the sake of having a conversation, but such an activity would have to wait for now.

Stepping through the portal that connected the building to the singularity, Nanase took a moment to glance around her new surroundings as the strange dizziness brought on by the Altar subsided.

She watched the distance as the Archer Servant, Atalanta, used her Noble Phantasm to clear the skeletons that walked the hills. Seeing a Noble Phantasm in action for the first time was impressive.

Nanase glanced towards her Servant, a half-smile on her lips. “I wonder how your Noble Phantasms compare, Ozymandias. I bet they’re as pretty to look at as they are destructive.”

The girl paused, watching how her allies were choosing to act for a moment. “How would you like to proceed?” she asked the Rider, already beginning to reinforce her lower body in preparation.

@PKMNB0Y



Penthesilea

“Does it feel liberating, running around like that~?”

The question brought the faintest blush to Penthesilea’s face, though she did her best to not show any further reaction. After moment of pause, as they stepped into the room where Zelretch awaited them, she replied. ”You may use a Command Spell to have me change clothing, if you wish,” she half-joked, though her tone was flat.

The Berserker listened to Zelretch speak, not all too interested until the location of the singularity was revealed. Body and mind tensed. Greece. The Trojan War.

The words of warning that Zleretch had preceded that information with were all but forgotten by the Amazon.

▉ ▄ █ ▌ ▌ ▌ ▄ ▄ .

The odds of him being there, alive, were high. Penthesilea could find him.

In this life, she could kill him.

She could feel the madness brought on by her Servant class beginning to take hold of her. It was undignified, to be summoned as a Berserker. But she would take the power such a vessel granted her, if it meant revenge. Of course, that was exactly why she had been classified as such.

Easily keeping her urges in check for now, Penthesilea followed after Estelle.

From the first step, she hated everything she saw.

The Servant watched as Atalanta laid waste to the skeletons Estelle was pointing to. Antsy to get on the way, she nodded at girl’s command, and moved to scoop her up in a princess carry. Though Penthesilea herself was fairly small, Estelle’s childlike body proved easy to hold. The Amazon briefly wondered if she would feel indignant at being held in such a way... but it was the fastest way for them to travel together, so either she would deal with it or slow them both down by insisting to walk.

“Hold on, Master,” the Berserker said before taking a few steps and leaping powerfully off the ground. Being sure to land as lightly as possibly to minimize any force placed on Estelle, she jumped again, through the field of arrows and towards the smoke.

@VitaVitaAR
@McFazzer
Ooh, fem!Tommy would be cute haha

@pkken
Awesome, good to know, thank you! I'll get to work on that CS and Quirk as soon as I can, then. Just have a post for another RP to get done and a couple irl errands to run.
@McFazzer
Heyo~

It was actually your post in the IC that got me to start considering joining, so thank you for that, I suppose! Now I just need to start thinking about how to retool Reina so that she fits in this RP while still retaining the things that make her her; she probably can't view herself as quite as much of a failure if she's been accepted into the 2nd best hero academy, after all x)
Wowow, very popular RP here :o

@pkken
If there's room for one more, I'd love to join. The last MHA RP I was in fell through pretty quickly, so I'd like to explore the character I was playing there some more. I'd be able to PM you her Quirk for review later today, and have a CS done hopefully tomorrow--a day after that at the latest.
Oh awesome, been a while since I played Devil Survivor. Much interest from me!
Expressing interest~

A bit different than RPs that usually catch my eye, but this seems fun. I'd be most interested in playing the Knight, most likely a male--though I wouldn't mind playing a character of either sex to balance out numbers or something if need be.
Amano Nanase


Nanase sat with crossed legs a few dozen meters away from one of the building’s entrances, enjoying the bright sun and soft breeze. Perhaps ironically, she had never had as much freedom in her life as she did on this island that was far away from any other landmass.

It was a strange feeling, to not always have someone with an eye on her in some fashion. Despite having found the island’s scenery to be beautiful from the moment she had arrived, she had had a hard time convincing herself to spend some time outside, too used to the mansions full of authority figures she had lived in her entire life.

She was growing accustomed to this temporary home of hers, though, as was evident by the diminishing anxiety in her stomach at being outside of the facility.

The girl let herself fall into the grass, splaying her body out as she lifted her hands above her head to eye the compression bandages wrapped around her wrists and forearms. Fiddling with the bindings idly, her thoughts continued to drift.

It wasn’t like there weren’t any authority figures here—Zelretch cut quite the confident figure, and even the Servant she had summoned herself wasn’t very interested in fitting the definition of ‘servant’ much.

Ozymandias, summoned under the Rider class. Nanase suspected many of the other Masters would have found him... overbearing as a Servant, but truth be told, she was grateful for his personality. She’d do her duties as his Master, and he could do as he saw fit—he was one of the stronger Servants summoned, and he appeared to be quite on board with the their goal of saving the world. As such, in the few days since she had summoned him, she had come to trust he’d stay on her side as long as she stayed useful herself—which was not something she was worried about.

A voice from the speakers lining the outside of the facility caught the girl’s attention. She glanced over towards the building, causing blades of grass to tickle her cheek. As she scratched it, she shifted onto her knees and stood.

So it was beginning.

Her expression lost all hints of the relaxation she had been experiencing moments before, replaced by an emotionless focus.

”I may be a minute later than others, Ozymandias,” she said to the Rider as she began a light jog. “I’m outside.”

@PKMNB0Y



Penthesilea


The Amazonian Queen had been in the bathing room where her Master was, musing on the girl’s many maids while in her spiritual form. She had been learning bits and pieces of the small girl since her summoning, and one thing that had been obvious from the start was that she was of some high status. Penthesilea herself had had handmaidens in life, but she found it strange how her Master let hers do so much for her. A difference in culture, of course—being summoned as a Servant allowed her to not be completely shocked by the current world thanks to the knowledge innately granted to her—but it still seemed like an unnecessary show of weakness to allow oneself to be doted upon in such a way.

Estelle though, despite her appearance that seemed several years younger than even the Amazon’s own teenage appearance, was not quite what one would consider weak. In physical prowess, she was certainly leagues below an amazon child, but her ability as a magus was another thing. The Servant could tell simply from a glance.

She had a... strong personality as well. Perhaps gratingly so, but Penthesilea could appreciate it, despite what it sometimes brought on... like the mention of her outfit only moments after being summoned. She hadn’t reacted much to the comment at the time—after all, her state of dress was practical and had been completely normal in her life. But as the few days had gone by, the Berserker had found herself dwelling on her Master’s words more often than she would have liked, and with an uncomfortable measure of self-consciousness.

Her clothes were quite out of place among her new companions. Modesty was far more valued in this time and society, causing her to begin to wonder and worry if the clothes were drawing attention to her femininity.

For now, at least, she had convinced herself that this was how an Amazon queen dressed. Though it would have been simple to wear another outfit, her pride kept her from doing anything more than keeping her weapons in their spiritual form. Any who took issue with it could bring it up with her. And any who made mention of whatever ‘beauty’ they found in her as she wore such clothing would likely end up with a fist to the face... if she was feeling particularly merciful in that moment.

A call to gather the Master and Servants rang throughout the facility, and moments later came her Master’s command.

Berserker materialized just behind Estelle as the girl walked off. She glanced to maid and nodded reassuringly. “She’ll be safe,” the Servant said, before following after Estelle.

It was difficult to tell just how much the maids cared for their charge and vice versa, but Penthesilea could see there was at least something genuine behind the somewhat robotic personalities. She felt it important to acknowledge them, at least—she knew how much she had cared for her own handmaidens in her life.

@VitaVitaAR
I'll have a post up tomorrow! Haven't been home the last two nights.
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