Scribe of Thoth

Toaru Majutsu no Index (A Certain Magical Index)/ Toaru Kagaku no Railgun (A Certain Scientific Railgun) Roleplay

Oh boy, I can fulfill my love for weeb school RP and niche Egyptian mysticism all at once.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Flowers For Algernon

Pilot Character Sheet

Name: Isaac LaBelle

Appearance:

Isaac

Isaac has a lean and athletic build typical of a pilot that would have to fit in a smaller, cramped NC's cockpit, and stands around 5'10" in height. His posture is usually unassuming, with slumped shoulders and reserved movements unless he's actively standing at attention.

Age: 22

Personality: In Isaac's opinion, the easiest persona to uphold is closest to one's true self. So, he presents himself candidly; a timid but easygoing boy who happens to be a very good shot. He may fluff up or veil an aspect of his personality here or there - a little less backbone, a little more agreeability - but who doesn't? He's friendly enough when approached, although rarely initiates a relationship himself without an ulterior motive in mind, and has a tendency to shy away from open confrontation, all under the guise of being a bit introverted. He's not much of a risk taker in general, although he can be fairly adaptable despite this.

Truthfully, Isaac is fairly distant emotionally, and most of his friendliness is superficial and ultimately devoid of any strong emotion. He does have an aversion to direct confrontation, although this stems more from a fear of being cornered (physically or psychologically) than any social nervousness. As such, his timidity in social settings is largely exaggerated, if not fabricated altogether. Additionally, Isaac has a knack for compartmentalizing emotions until he wants to deal with them. While he may conduct himself efficiently in a stressful situation on the battlefield without compromising his integrity or freezing up, he's likely to break down later when he finally mentally addresses the issue. He's prone to dissociative episodes after life-threatening scenarios or highly stressful moments, although he's adept at delaying this until he has a moment to himself.

Backstory: Isaac was born to a low-caste family in Paragon-owned southern France, who - although poor - had a relatively good life under the corporation. He entered Paragon's military as soon as possible in order to help provide for his family, although he really didn't have much heart for fighting at his core. Due to his high sync ratios and quick development of NC piloting competency, however, he was slated to be "promoted" to one of Paragon's Agents. While this increase in status was a boon, it also meant he'd have a much more active role in combat, which he wasn't keen on. His excellent aim made him ideal for assassination or simply removing high-priority targets from the battlefield, and Isaac quickly had to learn to dehumanize others during his training. While it wasn't so hard when they were both inside giant hulks of metal, face-to-face combat still left him a bit uneasy.

When it came time for actual deployment, Isaac was assigned Algernon; a rat-like NC that deviated from Paragon's usual designs for the purpose of misdirection. An NC that cannot be easily attributed to any one corporation leaves room for doubt in the enemy's mind, and can result in the foe not even realizing who was shooting at them in the first place. His role was to be deployed globally, scurrying into the midst of a warzone like the rodent his mech resembled and eliminating whatever targets Paragon saw most effective at weakening other corporations or strengthening their own interests. Currently, he's been deployed to Haven under the guise of a helping hand to the last bastion of democracy, with no obvious connection to Paragon Industrial. In reality, he'd been tasked with preventing Red Star from taking Australia and expanding their power, taking out as many of the corporation's ace pilots as he could while doing so. For the most part, his interests do align with the Havenites, although he is still on a rival corporation's payroll, for better or worse.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Due to the strengths of his NC and aforementioned fear of being cornered, Isaac likes to keep a healthy distance between himself and his enemies. While he's calm and collected at long ranges, an enemy invading his comfort zone will result in Isaac aggressively aiming to flee whenever possible rather than holding his ground. He's trained in small arms, and has excellent vision and aim both in and out of an NC, however he likes to limit his extra-vehicular combat to a minimum.

Notes:

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NC Character Sheet

Code-name: Algernon

Appearance:

The Rat

Standing at a meager 12 feet, the verminous chassis of Algernon is sleek, lithe, and unassuming. To allow for increased mobility, it has very little armor comparative to other NCs, with most of the defensive plating being centered around the cockpit and reactor in the upper torso and fuel tanks in the thighs. A single primary thruster takes up the bulk of the space on Algernon's back, with three notable, spike-like antennae mounted above and two more-maneuverable secondary thrusters below. While it is fully capable of standing and operating on its hind legs, Algernon is designed to be able to move on all fours at a much faster pace.

Body Type: Bipedal (Can transition to quadrupedal for enhanced mobility)

Type of NC: Long-Range Eliminator

Equipment & Armaments:

Lancer: A rather bulky, but collapsible rifle connected to Algernon's right arm. The primary mode of fire consists of a very precise railgun, designed to pierce through all but the toughest plating and shields at long range, albeit with an abysmally low rate of fire. In the event of a shorter range engagement, the secondary fire mode repurposes the weapon's electromagnetic rails for plasma generation that can be discharged similarly to a standard plasma rifle. When Algernon converts to its quadrupedal movement mode, or simply requires usage of both hands, the lancer folds back and attaches itself to the forearm.

Climbing Claws: Retractable blades that jut from Algernon's fingers and feet, designed to dig into terrain for a better grip, both for stability when firing its railgun and climbing structures to reposition itself in a more favorable vantage point. Additionally, the claws can be used as melee weapons in a pinch, should Algernon be cornered in range.

Enhanced Sensor Array: Algernon's head and upper back are equipped with antannae that provide long-range radar, heat signature sensors, and aim-assisting software, designed for enemy detection and increased accuracy within the formidable range of Algernon's railgun.

Pulse Disabler: Mounted on the tip of Algernon's prehensile tail, the disabler is a small electromagnetic pulse emitter that can be thrust into an enemy NC to temporarily debiliate it long enough for Algernon to make a quick escape. Depending on the defensive measures of the target, the effects can range from lethargy and discoordination all the way to complete system reboot in units with particularly cheap or damaged electronics.

Sensor Jammer: An antenna on Algernon's upper back can disrupt enemy radar or sensory equipment in its immediate vicinity, making it very hard to track without a direct line of sight while active.

Here's a sniper. Do tell if you want anything changed or clarified.

Jigokuraku Academy

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Shun kept up his undaunted glare on the man as he stood, repositioning himself in a loose southpaw stance for the very likely event that the villain didn't simply surrender. The boy tensed as the Mastermind reached backward. He must have something hidden. A weapon? Shun's eyes trailed after the hand. His eyes widened. His stomach dropped. His breath caught in his throat. The villain had a gun. The villain had a gun.

He was aiming at Mari. It was fake, right? Right? No time. He needed to get closer. He needed to do something.

Shun twisted, bracing his shoulder as if he was going for a body check. He shifted his weight forward and pushed off with his front leg, dissolving into pixels again as his feet left the ground. Rather than try to shove the much larger man as his stance had suggested, he reformed completely off the ground in front of him, his shoulder poised about an inch away from the man's forearm to slam into it, letting momentum and gravity do the work for him in an attempt to skew the Mastermind's aim off to the side and away from Mari.

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@Stern Algorithm@ERode

Tokyo Ghoul : ΩRevive

Hanegawa Takeru

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Name

Hanegawa. Takeru.

Gender

Male

Age

20

Personality Profile

Investigator Hanegawa shows a stoic professionalism while on the job and was noted by academy instructors to be an ideally obediant and focused investigator candidate. In a casual context, however, he can come off as timid or awkward; as if he isn't sure how to behave when he's not playing the role of ghoul investigator. Overall, he's generally polite and respectful, and can be quite amiable in interpersonal relations once a rapport has been established, albeit a tad rigid or boring. He has exhibited a tendency to view incompetence or overwhelmingly lax demeanors with notable disdain, but such opinions are usually kept to himself rather than openly shared.

Background

Hanegawa, similarly to many investigator candidates, comes from a background of family working in the CCG, although limited in scope. His father worked as a minor bureau investigator in a CCG branch office, and had little field or combat experience. Interviews suggest that he and his father are not close. Hanegawa himself spent his childhood in the 3rd Ward along with a younger brother, during which he performed exceptionally in school and never exhibited any glaring behavioral issues. Family interviews and psych evaluations indicate that he did not have many friends growing up and was a rather lonely child. He is not known to have been involved in any ghoul-related incidents, leading to an ambiguous motivation behind his becoming an investigator. When questioned, he maintains that he simply believes humanity should not have to live in fear of another species when they are perfectly capable of combating it.

_{CCG RECOGNITION}

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CCG Investigator Rank

Rank 2 Investigator

Quinque

A relatively standard bikaku sword, composed of a quinque steel grip and handguard attached to a double-edged blade of approximately two and a half feet.

Experience Profile

Investigator Hanegawa's academy records show that he enlisted as a standard ghoul investigator and completed the first year of the training program with impressive academic scores. His physical evaluations were adequate and well within passing range, however they fell below average when compared to the rest of the class. During this time, Investigator Hanegawa applied for candidacy in the Quinx Program - likely to compensate for the aforementioned subpar physical scores - and was accepted after preliminary screening. Afterwards, he was transferred to the Quinx training program for the remainder of his academic career. Although he performed effectively during training, he lacks experience and his competence in the field has not yet been fully assessed.

Quinx Qualification

"I volunteered to be able to perform my job better, sir. For one pursuing a career in the CCG already, the physical benefits afforded by the Quinx program far outweigh the potential downsides. The choice is really only a dilemma on an ethical scale, if you can call that a concern at all. This is war, after all. Admittedly, I do find the thought of humanity not existing on top of the food chain to be... unsettling. If we must evolve through scientific means to reach the pinnacle of existence and defeat our predators, so be it."

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RC Type

Koukaku

Kagune

The subject's implanted kagune manifests as a wide, shield-like projection that drapes over the left arm, capable of providing cover for much of the subject's body in a proper stance. Although it appears to be suited toward a primarily defensive role, small ridges line the edges and outward surface of the kagune, which can be utilized for offensive striking. The original host ghoul demonstrated the capacity to extend the ridges into more dangerous offensive structures, however the quinx subject has yet to replicate this.

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Here you go, do tell if you want anything changed or clarified.

Tokyo Ghoul : ΩRevive

I'll start working on a sheet for this if there's room. How wild do you want us go with the quinques/kagunes? Err on the side of generic or sky's the limit (within reason)?

Jigokuraku Academy

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Shun heard the creak of the door opening, readying himself to charge out at the villain. There were footsteps coming his way. Had he been spotted? Regardless, this was his chance! He prepared himself to spring out when he heard Mari speak, immediately pausing in his movements. The villain was still on the bus? Then who left? Mari's voice was too far away for her to be the source of the footsteps, but he didn't dare risk a peak and give away his position. He tensed up and held his breath. Did the villain have some kind of cloning quirk? But then wouldn't Mari have seen it? Wait, the bus wasn't empty. Was the proctor coming his way? Did he violate the rules?

It was the last straw when he heard the familiar tune of Digimon GO™ coming from the approaching figure's phone. People still played that? He finally caved into sneaking a small peak out from behind the rubble. The bus driver? He must be on break. Still, seems a bit odd to send him out in the middle of an exam - especially when the villain surely had to be aware Mari could very well have been ready to attack the first thing that exitted the bus. Wait. Could the villain have a mind control quirk? No, or he would've used it on him and Mari. Unless that was his plan. Maybe a disguise quirk? Shun slumped back against the rubble, only restraining himself from audibly groaning due to the man quickly gaining ground on his hiding spot. There were too many variables. He opted to just sit in place and hope he wouldn't be noticed. It was too risky to give up his hiding spot on what could very well be nothing; or worse, bait.

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@Stern Algorithm

Of Blood and Magic

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Cassandra. Hmm. He didn't have a nickname for her yet, that'll have to do.

Max left the auditorium on the tail end of Sariel's little guided tour, taking his sweet time following. Not that it seemed to matter, with the way she was moving he almost believed she had no idea where she was going. Almost. This was clearly planned. He lingered outside the lunchroom for a bit before entering, waiting for the lines near the food to die down a bit before tackling them himself but unwilling to enter the room and risk subjecting himself to impromptu socialization with the mages from earlier - not to mention vampires.

When he finally did enter, he loaded up a plate before turning to look around for his partner. While he may not want to talk to anyone here, eating alone like a loser was out of the question. The only dilemma was whether the vampire was even here - not like he needed to eat, and he was too new to being a vampire to be expected to consistently follow proper decorum.

Fortunately, Morrigan was present. Unfortunately, so were others. Why was Retriever there? It was like the universe saw fit to mock him today. He treaded over to the group's claimed table, shoulders sunk and demeanor particularly sour. He dropped his tray in front of an empty seat wordlessly, without so much as an acknowledging gaze toward the others while they were finishing up their introductions. He tapped at his phone briefly, then rudely shoved it past Aaron in Morrigan's direction, New Contact entry open and waiting on the screen.

"Hey, I forgot to get this from you earlier," he muttered out gruffly at the soonest lull in conversation, "In case you need to get ahold of me for... whatever."

He still hadn't spared a glance at anyone else, and if he had his way, he'd get to pretend they weren't even there for the entirety of lunch.

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@HecateProxy@Obscene Symphony _{and I guess @Apoalo and @TrainerBlue192 by proxy}

Jigokuraku Academy

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As he started up the stairs to the bus, Shun was greeted with Mari's quick warning and paused in his tracks. He snapped his gaze to the "villain". The guy was huge, and he was already poised to choke the life out of some poor dummy. Would it count against them if a hostage died? Technically the proctor had specified that the treatment of the dummies was unimportant; did that include letting a villain snap their neck like a twig? Erring on the side of caution, Shun would only have one chance to hit before the villain harmed the hostage, and the guy looked way too sturdy for a single blow to take him out, even with the element of surprise on Shun's side. He was likely a pro hero too, so his durability shouldn't be underestimated. Mari seemed to have a plan for that. He hoped, at least. Just caving into the villain's demands out of fear wasn't very heroic.

"Kinda pathetic for a big guy like you to be cowering behind some innocent people," he grumbled, leveling an indignant glare at the man as he backed out of the bus obediantly with Mari, pretend-child still cradled protectively in his arms, "Especially against a woman and a guy my size. I bet that bulk is all fat." He stuck his tongue out childishly for effect. Did he expect his taunting to work? Not really. But he was definitely more than a little annoyed that he'd cut his hands up and couldn't even redeem his points because some fashion disaster who buys his suits two sizes too small was guarding the dropoff point, and he thought he was allowed to vent a little. Wow, heroism really does bring out the worst in people.

He paced outside the bus while Mari put on her horribly out-of-character and not at all convincing act, pretending (not really pretending) to huff angrily at the situation they'd been locked into. Unless someone with a quick incapacitating quirk walked by soon, they had no choice but to wait for the villain to come out on his own if anyone wanted to score any more points. He slumped the dummy in a sitting position against the side of the bus, calling out a "Watch this for me, will you?" to Mari as he made a motion to casually vacate the area, ducking behind the nearest pile of rubble to stay out of sight of the bus windows and wait for the villain's departure.

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@Stern Algorithm@ERode

Jigokuraku Academy

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Shun wriggled out of the crawlspace at last, his meager prize of a single dummy following close behind. He winced as he stood, inspecting his hands. Was there glass on the floor from the shattered window that he hasn't noticed? What a pain, this really stung. He pulled his phone out, dragging the child-sized dummy behind him as he exited the ruined store. He hung his head dejectedly, typing out a quick series of texts - in true disjointed Shun fashion - to the number that had contacted him earlier, unknowing that the recipient was likely running for his life at the moment.

> Heading back to the bus, only got 1 doll
> Can't do anything more here w/o a strength quirk
> Sorry!!!!

He sighed again, tucking his phone away and pulling the pretend-child into a bridal carry to make a jog for Zone 2. Upon arrival, he headed for the bus immediately, eager to drop off his dummy and head back out. At least Shiki had gotten that dummy from under the mailbox earlier, otherwise Shun would've felt bad about heading back with only a single point for himself and no real team contribution. Even now, the latter was weighing on him. So much for teamwork, he wasn't helping anyone right now. He could hardly help himself. Not to mention, he still hadn't seen any villains. Were they biding their time? Already engaging other students? Or was that a bluff designed to keep them on edge? He groaned audibly. At this point, the villains seemed like they should've been his target all along; his quirk was basically useless so far.

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@Animal

Of Blood and Magic

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Max briefly quirked his head backward as Cassandra talked, trying to locate the source of an annoyingly pleasant-but-not-identifiable scent. The boy was was greeted, much to his horror, with the sight of some new mage kissing the retriever as he was taking a picture. What the hell. Wasn't he just flirting with pale girl? At this rate he'll be in bed with half the campus by the end of the week.

"So how have you gotten on with your, er, partner?"

Max snapped out of his stupor as the girl he was speaking to finished. He hadn't even heard half of that. Hopefully it wasn't important.

"Huh? Uh, he's alright, for a leech." He stammered out. Shit, that was way too honest for his tastes. He glanced away bashfully, "I mean, we only said maybe three things to each other all night."

He managed to compose himself by the time Aaron had handed him the paper, taking it with an arched brow.

"Text me when you're ready to start."

He merely hummed affirmatively in response before looking at the slip he was passed. A phone number. In ridiculously over-the-top handwriting. Great. Was Fido flirting with him now too? He took out his phone in seemingly rude disregard for Cassandra, putting the number in under Golden Retriever. As much as he tried to ignore it - he wasn't going to remember it anyway - the name scrawled across the top gave him pause. Starag. He'd heard that before, somewhere. Whatever, he could ask later. Or not. Hopefully not.

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@Gisk@Obscene Symphony